Back in Storybrooke Daughter of Captain Hook Book 4

Sunday's dad

"Wait, so if Emma is the Dark One...my father can die?"  Sunday asked Iris. Sunday was not proud of Rumpelstiltskin being her father. Iris nodded. A wail came from Bea's room. "I'm gonna go check on her,"  Iris said. "Don't worry. I raised Bea in Neverland. She cried like that all the time,"  Sunday said. "She was a baby,"  Iris said, cocking her head. "Be lucky it didn't get louder as she grew up,"  Sunday said. "Ah,"  Iris said. Another wail came from Bea's room. It sort of sounded like, Leave me alone. "I should go..." Iris said, walking to Bea's room. So, dad is mortal...Sunday thought. She went to her drawer and pulled out her dagger. A small smile was on her lips. Her father was about to pay for how he treated her and Bae today. But where was he? Sunday stood up and walked off to the ship. She could still hear Bea crying. Sunday sighed. Poor Bea. She was really going through it right now. Sunday looked at her dagger. "Sunday,"  Sunday turned around. It was Emma. "What do you want?"  Sunday asked. "An offer. I need you to make your dad a hero,"  Emma said. "And why would I want to do that?"  Sunday asked. "Well, you want him dead, correct?"  Sunday nodded.  "Well, what if he didn't have to?"  Sunday shrugged. "I dunno,"  "Sunday, if you made your father a hero, then he would understand about Lucas and-"  "How do you know about Lucas?"  Sunday demanded. Emma stood there for a moment, silent. "Dreamcatchers. They can also catch memories,"  Sunday inhaled sharply. "What do you want me to do?"  she asked. "Find Belle. Hang out with her. But protect her. I'm about to do something...and she might get hurt. But I don't want her to,"  "Then don't do it-"  "You don't understand. I need Rumpelstiltskin to pull Excalibur out of the stone,"  "And what's in it for me is he supposedly realizes what he did to Marcus was wrong?"  Sunday asked, staring at her dagger. Emma nodded. Sunday sighed. "Fine. Where is she?"  "Library,"  "Thanks. See ya,"  

Sunday walked to the library. She entered and saw a woman there. "Belle, is it?"  Sunday asked. Belle jumped, startled by Sunday's sudden appearance. "Um, yes. Sunday, right? Rumple's daughter?"  "That's me,"  Sunday said. "Well, it's nice-"  Suddenly the elevator started out of nowhere. Sunday drew her dagger. Belle grabbed the fire extinguisher that hung on the wall. The elevator door opened. "Don't hurt me! Don't hurt me, please!"  It was Rumple. Sunday was still ready to attack. "Please..."  "Oh. Hey, hey, hey,"  Belle rushed over to Rumple. "Sunday, put hat dagger down. you're scaring him,"  "Sunday?"  Rumple whispered. "Hey, dad,"  Sunday growled. "Are you alright?"  Belle asked. "Belle?" Rumple whimpered. "It's just-it's just me,"  "It's really you?"  "Yeah,"  "She's after me!"  Rumple stumbled towards a chair and sat down. "Who's after you?"  Belle asked. Sunday knew this. "Come on, let's go to your shop," Belle said. She looked out the window of the library. "The coast is clear. Let's go,"  Belle said. "No, no, no. I can't,"  Rumple said. "I'm sorry. I-I can't. I can't go. I'm sorry,"  Sunday cocked her head. "Who are you and what have you done with my father?"  she asked. "Sunday! Be mature about this. Rumple, your shop is just a hundred yards away,"  "No, I-I sorry. I-I can't,"  "You made it out of the woods and through the mines with...this isn't about just getting back to your shop, isn't it?"  Rumple looked at the ground. Sunday sighed. "Dad, what's-"  "It's my leg,"  Rumple said, suddenly. "It's a reminder of what I was when I fled the Ogre War and what I still am. A coward,"  Sunday resisted the urge to agree. "But you've told me why you have that limp before,"  Belle said. "Because you've walked for days on a broken foot just so you could return to your children,"  Sunday bit her lip. Her dad did that for her?  "Do you know how the foot was broken in the first place?"  Rumple asked. "Because you broke it, so Baelfire and Sunday wouldn't grow up without a father,"  Sunday sighed. Maybe she had been wrong about her dad...She glanced at her dagger and all of those thoughts disappeared. "Rumple, you may have made some mistakes in your life,"  Like what you did to Lucus...Sunday thought. "but this isn't one of them. I have always seen the man behind the beast, alright? But now I see something else too. A hero. And you...you just need to learn to see him too,"  Rumple seemed a little bit convinced. "Alright. For you, I'll do it. For both of you,"  Rumple said, looking at Sunday. Sunday rolled her eyes. And Bea thinks she has daddy issues. Sunday thought. They hurried to the shop. Belle handed Rumple his cane. "Wait, are we just going to wait here?"  Sunday asked. Rumple and Belle nodded. "Yeah, that's a great plane. Wait to be found. Of course, the person coming is going to look for him in his own shop," Sunday said. As if on cue, the person coming for Rumple entered. Sunday recognized her from the movie Brave. Merida. She had a bow in her hands, aimed at them. "I told the Dark One you wouldn't be daft enough to seek shelter in your own shop,"  Merida said. "See? She gets it,"  Sunday said. "But she said you wouldn't be able to resist the pull of your magic," "Merida, you-you don't have to do this,"  Rumple said. Sunday drew her dagger. "You kept it?"  Rumple whispered. "We are not talking about this now,"  Sunday hissed. "Yeah, we're not,"  Merida said, aiming her bow at Belle. "I tried to fight it. But now her fate rests on your hands,"  Rumple and Belle rush to the back of the room. "You have three seconds to run. One,"  Merida started. "Listen, I hate my dad too, but leave Bella alone,"  "Two,"  "We can just talk over it at Granny's. I'll pay, how about that?" "Three,"  Merida fired the arrow. Sunday shot her hand upward, catching it. It was inches away from her face. Sunday joined Rumple and Belle in the back of the room. "She can aim,"  Sunday said. Merida burst into the back of the room and fires an arrow, shattering the mirror. She aimed her arrow at Belle again. "Stop me, you coward,"  Merida hissed. "Be the hero we all need," "I ca-can't,"  Rumple whimpered. "I ca- I'm sorry Belle,"  "Alright, that's it!"  Sunday said. She stood up and raised her hands. "Can everyone stop trying to kill each other for two seconds!"  Silence. Everyone stared at Sunday strangely. "Thank you,"  Sunday said. She turned to Merida. "Look, I don't like you, and you don't like me. Dad needs to be a hero. Belle needs to stay alive. So do us all a favor and just give him a sword lesson,"  "Tried that,"  Merida said. She started to fire her arrow at Belle. Belle pulled the rug under Merida. Merida fell and hit her head. "Go!"  Sunday said. Rumple and Belle race out of the shop. 

Sunday watched as Rumple and Belle raced into Rumple's car and zoom off. "Hey! What about me!"  Sunday yelled, but they were already out of earshot. "Great..."  Sunday muttered. "You did your best kid,"  Sunday turned to see Emma. "Belle will be fine...right?"  Sunday asked. "If he becomes the hero he's supposed to be,"  Emma said. "He didn't say anything about Lucas,"  Sunday said, drawing her dagger. "Can you-"  "We both know that's undoable,"  Sunday sighed. "I know..." she whispered. "Sunday I'm-"  "My dad is still gonna pay, " Sunday said. "I will avenge Lucas if it is the last thing I do,"