Crocodile's Daughter - Magic is Coming

14 - Manhattan

Screams filled the hut as Milah lay in bed, almost squeezing the life out of Rumplestiltskin's hand. "Push!" The midwife urged, and Milah screamed again, soon joined by the wail of a baby. "Congratulations. It's a girl," The midwife said, handing the baby to Milah. The baby continued screaming, Milah unable to calm her. Frustrated, she handed the baby to Rumple.

 She stopped screaming instantly. Rumple smiled, bouncing her in his arms. You could tell by his smile, this baby made his heart melt. Milah, however, was not impressed. "What did you do?" She asked him.

"Nothing,"

A Few Weeks Later...

Milah couldn't get the baby, who they hadn't named yet, to stop screaming. "You try," She said, handing her to Rumplestiltskin, and she again stopped. Furious, Milah left and went down to the tavern. "You know, I think I've found the perfect name for you," He told the baby. She smiled, cooing and trying to grab his hair.

"Rempalenski,"

-

We got out of the taxi, looking around. "What's wrong? This the right place?" Emma asked. "Yes, it is," My father said. "Let me guess. He's not expecting you. Well, who doesn't love a surprise?" Emma asked. We stood in front of the number gate, and Henry looked for his name.

 "No Baelfire," He said. "Yeah, that probably would fly as an alias. Your magic globe didn't give you an apartment number?" Emma asked. "It doesn't work that way," He said, looking at the list. Do any of these names mean anything to you?" Henry asked. "Well, names are what I traffic in, but sadly, no," He said as he, Emma, and I looked at the list.

 "Here's your boy," Emma said, pointing to a number without a name on it. "No. Or it could just be vacant," He said. "You might traffic in names and magic, but I traffic in finding people that don't wanna be found, and those sort of folks don't like to advertise their whereabouts," She said and pressed the button. "U.P.S. package for 407," Emma said, and the line disconnected. "Maybe you should've said FedEx," Henry said as we heard clanking in the distance.

"He's running," Emma said, and we went out the door. We saw a hooded figure going down a fire escape, and jumping down. "That--that favor you owe me--this is it. Get him to talk to me. I-I can't run," My father said. "Watch Henry. I'll be back," Emma said, running after the guy who was booking it down the street. "I know he wasn't exactly fond of you when he left, but I didn't think it would be like this," I said as we watched.

"Don't worry. Emma's really good at catching people," Henry said. "Well, my son's been running away for a long time now. Now I have a feeling he's equally adept at it," He said. "Well, at least we found him, right?" Henry asked. "Indeed," He said. "Oh, and, uh, thanks for the hot dog. I forgot," Henry said. 

"You are quite welcome. And thank you," He said. "For what?" Henry asked. "Well, if it wasn't for you bringing Emma to Storybrooke, none of this would have come to pass. You...are a remarkable young man," He said, and Henry smiled. "You know...I forgave her. Emma...for giving me up. She thought it was the best for me then. That's why she did it. I'm sure your son will get it, too," Henry said. "Alas, the circumstances surrounding our separation weren't quite so noble," He said.

"But...you're here now. And you want him back, right?" Henry asked. "More than anything," He said. "Then that's all that matters," Henry said, and I looked at him. "Should you tell him, or should I?" I asked. "You tell him," He said.

"Tell me what?" Henry asked. "The reason behind Bae's departure. In the months after my...papa became the Dark One, there was death. A lot of death. I and Bae wanted him to give up his power while we could all be together, and we procured a magic bean. But when the time came, my papa couldn't do it, and Bae went through alone. That was 228 years ago," I said, and Henry stared at me. "How old are you both?" He asked. "Why do people keep asking that? I'm 243, and my Papa is 278," I said. "I hope Emma gets back soon," He said.