Neal Cassidy

Right from the start you were thief, you stole my heart.

[captainhooktoyou]

"i have acquired some more food from this realm. "

[captainhooktoyou]

"I’m not always giving little boys away Neal.” Hook found it easier saying the name Neal. Bealfire was making him things he shouldn’t if he wanted to skin the crocodile. If he wanted to be finally be able to rest.”I am not doing anything to the boy. I am not involving him in anything either.” In truth he had yet to meet the boy Emma had fought so hard to return to. “You walked away from me last time Bealfire.” He used his real name this time. Calling after him. “I put all my men’s life at risk for you, I was willing to give up everything for you! My revenge . all I have known since the day your mother died. All of it for you but you turned your back on me twice. Reminding me what I was all about.”

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

So it was all Neal's fault? Turning quickly, Neal punched Hook right in the jaw out of anger and rage. "I was a child!" He yelled at the man now on the ground, "I lost my mother, my father, my home and everything I ever knew!" He rambled on, struggling to keep his foot from kicking Hook in the face. "I was a child! What did you really expect? For me to just say, 'Killian, I love you! Thank you for saving me from the water, from the Lost Boys! Oh, by the way, it's okay that my mother abandoned me to be with you! What's done is done.'?! I mean really, did you just expect me to fall at your feet and accept that someone could love me?! At that point in my life, I had no one and I wanted no one!" He wiped his mouth, not paying attention to the people in the streets and in the shops, staring at the two. "You want me to say sorry? Well fine, I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I didn't trust you, I'm sorry I never gave you a chance and I'm sorry that you wasted your effort on a failure and on a coward, because that's what I am - I'm the son of coward and I am a coward." He declared, raising his arms in surrender and defeat. Suddenly, two hundred years of emotions hit him in the face but he refused to let the pirate see him cry.

[captainhooktoyou]

"i have acquired some more food from this realm. "

[captainhooktoyou]

"Swan’s boy is related to the crocodile." He said more to himself then Bealfire. "I am the reason the lass was able to return to her boy." Hook carried on saying more then he should as always using words to mask pain. "Fought a few giants we did, among other things."

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

Neal wanted to hit him now, "Really? Hook, the man that was always for giving little boys away? Shocking." Neal rolled his eyes at the man, not buying it. "Whatever Hook. I don't care what you or Emma do, just leave Henry out of it." It sounded like a threat, and the look of Neal's face told the pirate that he meant it. Before he turned, he added, "This is me, willingly walking away from you this time." By the time the door opened, everyone in the dinner had been staring at the two men. One was a pirate and the other a stranger. With a ding, Neal stepped outside.

[thefairsea]

Who's up for some lunch at Granny's diner?

[thefairsea]

Emma was getting tired of smart asses roaming around Storybrooke like they owned the place. Especially when they lit up in flames and disappeared, just as something crashed outside the diner and shook even the building. The words he left with were ominous, enough to get Emma moving from her seat and racing toward the dock, where in the distance, she saw an strikingly large ship.

She wasn’t sure what it was she would find, but the moment she came to the docks she spotted an oddly familiar man, struggling to swim with a woman over his shoulders. She didn’t think twice as she tugged off her jacket and dove into the water to meet them. “What happened?” she demanded, the waves crashing into her hard enough for her to distort her vision, though she suddenly wished she couldn’t see at all as she finally reached them.

“Neal?” It came out as a strangled gasp.

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

"I was riding along and saw that she was drowning," He explained before he had looked up, though he was thankful for the sudden help. The onlookers seemed to be frozen in fear, wondering if the woman in Neal's arms would in fact, die. Neal wanted to yell out at them, but he knew that he'd probably do the same, if he saw what was happening. Still, the difference between the crowd and him was, he actually did something to help instead of stand around like moths drawn to the flame.

It was too soon... He was wet, he was tired and really craving some pumpkin pie for some reason! It was too soon to be faced to face with Emma Swan, the woman he loved with every fiber of his being, but he knew he had to leave her. He couldn't think about Emma right now because he needed to get the woman to safety. "Come on, help me get her to the shore!" Neal finally ordered, nodding sharply to the small area of sand waiting for them.

[captainhooktoyou]

"i have acquired some more food from this realm. "

[captainhooktoyou]

Hook knew all about who they were being gone and new names but no he refused to call Bealfire by Neal. Milah had given him his name and that is the name Hook would call him. “Your mother named you Baelfire and that’s the name i shall call you.” He called after the boy following him. One of Killians biggest mistakes not that Hook would admit is was letting Baelfire get taken, giving him away. He had wished so much that the boy had been his, his and Milahs son. Not the Crocodile. If Bae had been his he would have been a better father then his own. Him and Milah could have been happy. But Hook was not Killian Jones, he was a creature of revenge. the worst human around. He had tried to change to be Killian Jones once again, to be a better man but the the rejection of Bealfire reminded him that he couldn’t be better. He had to avenge Milah it’s all he had in this life. His punishment for not being able to save her. “Swan.. wait you’re the little Cygnet father?” This hurt more then Killian could say. Milah’s boy was the reason behind swans walls.

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

Hook had a way of making skin crawl, didn't he? "Whatever, Hook." he muttered before shaking his head, "Henry's father? He's my son, which I didn't know until I met him." Why did he even bother explaining this to him? It's not look Hook truly cared anyways! "How do you know Emma, anyways?" Neal asked, suspicious now. Neal had his reasons for leaving Emma a decade ago, but that didn't mean that he didn't care... That he didn't still love her with every part of his being! Having Hook around only meant trouble.

[captainhooktoyou]

"i have acquired some more food from this realm. "

[captainhooktoyou]

Baelfie looked like Milah, He couldn’t deny the resemblance especially when he had looked at her drawing so many time’s that it had permanently been engraved in both his brain and heart, just in case his memory started to work against him. What puzzled Hook was why was Milah’s boy even in Story broke. He believed well enough when he told the Belle girl that the boy didn’t want to be found. He should have burned the cloth when he had the chance. But Milah had made it, it was the last thing he possessed of both Milah and Balefire why should the crocodile have it? “Well I stayed in Neverland for quite sometime.” Only then  to get involved with the witches schemes. “Don’t worry lad I won’t” Hook took a swing of his own drink. 

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

Neal wanted to say something to the man, but what could he say? "Darn." he mumbled before placing a five down on the counter. Deciding that it needed to be said, he stopped next to Hook, "Stay away from Emma and my son." His voice was cold, smooth and steely, like he actually believed that Henry was his child, "We both know what happens when pirates are around, don't we?" He questioned with a hint of anger in his eyes, as if he was questioning, "Why did you give me away? You're just like him." In a way, Bae knew the pirate better than he knew anyone... Abandonment seemed to be something that they both had in common. Either way, the look Bae gave his step father, even with his mother dead, told the pirate that whatever could have happened, if Hook had given Bae acceptance and allowed him to come around to the possibility of being a pirate, instead of away, wouldn't happen now. "And remember - my name is Neal. Baelfire is gone!" He repeated, though this time, something was more than wrong with Neal, before straightening himself up and approached the door with a fake smile.

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

I can't believe we share DNA! | Neal and Gold

[thebeastliketicktock-blog]

As the man laid the bag on the counter between the two of them, Gold took a deep breath through his nose, trying to calm his nerves. He was already annoyed that he’d been interrupted, even if he did have a business to run. But the scowl slowly vanished while he looked at each item the stranger sat down before him. Maybe he could learn to like this guy after all…

The few vials that were brought of out the bag intrigued the man and he picked one up, holding it to the light as he examined it. It might be the ingredient he was missing for his current concoction..

Gold slowly turned his attention back to his customer once the bag’s contents were on the counter and gave a nod before letting his gaze fall to the counter. He set the vial down and began to look at the items - one in particular catching his eye.

All at once, Gold felt his heart stop. The coin. It was the same one he had given Bae before he’d left for the war, before his wife had left him for that loathsome pirate. Before he had become The Dark One. Gold’s blood boiled and he looked up at the man on the other side of the counter, fire burning in his eyes. In a second, Gold’s hand gripped the collar of the man’s shirt and he tugged him close.

"Where did you get that coin?!" he demanded, pure anger dripping from every word. He didn’t wait for an answer as he let his cane drop to the floor, his free hand instantly grabbing the man by the throat, squeezing just enough that Gold knew he’d have trouble breathing.

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

That's when Neal realized who he was dealing with - Rumpelstiltskin, the beast. The monster. To Neal, once upon a time, his father. Why couldn't he have realized that before  his hand was wrapped around his wind pipe, putting pressure on it?! Had it really been so long that Baelfire couldn't even realize that he was talking to his father? Rumpelstiltskin clearly didn't recognize him, or he had, and he treated him as nothing more than a face he saw on the streets. Neal was nothing, but neither was Baelfire. 

Sure, he had met Hook at one point, and Lina, while still going by Baelfire, but he had really never saw any point of the name, at that time. "Y-You..." Neal's eyes were wide, but they stared into his father's dark, almost black, eyes at the moment, that were filled with rage. "G-Gave it to meeee." He gasped his words, struggling to breathe with his father's hand clamping down on his throat. Maybe Neal was stronger now that he was older, but a certain fear kept him frozen there, struggling to breathe.

It was as if Rumpelstiltskin had never broken his promise and he was forced to witness his father acting like a mad man, ready to kill anyone who stood in his way. 

Slowly, the feeling in his hand came back. He raised it to his father's wrist and gave it a strong squeeze, showing the man in front of him that he wasn't a meek little boy anymore, or one that couldn't fight for himself. A moment later, Neal was holding Rumpelstiltskin's hand inches from his neck, struggling to catch his breath properly. "Allow me to reintroduce myself - my name is Neal, but in our world, I'm Baelfire." He declared, showing that it wasn't a lie, that he truly knew who he was, and who Rumpelstiltskin's son was.

After another moment, Neal released Rumpelstiltskin's hand from his grip, then fixed the silk scarf around his neck silently, as if holding something in. Really, he was trying to hold in his anger towards his father!

Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke, "Now that you're done choking me, are you going to figure out another deal to break, or what? This was pointless." He realized that there really wasn't any difference from his father so long ago, to the man he saw now. His world wasn't safe anymore, especially now that both his father and step father, knew who he was and where he was. Now, Emma wasn't safe, and possibly, neither was the little boy that Neal suspected to be his son. 

[neverlandbae]

[gameofgotham]

[thehenrymills]

There doesn't seem to be anything to do today...

[thehenrymills]

No, why? All she told me was that he was a fire fighter, a hero, and that he had died. Oh, and that he really liked pumpkin pie. Wait- you knew her that long ago? Does this mean you might know who my dad was?

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

Hey, pumpkin pie is delicious! B-But no, I don't know who your father is. I have my suspicions, but all I can do is ask Emma the next time I see her again. When I know, you'll be the first to know, alright? I promise.

[thehenrymills]

There doesn't seem to be anything to do today...

[thehenrymills]

Nope, I’ve always been here. Kind of wish I could see the Enchanted Forest though…   I’m Eleven, why? 

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

Eleven, huh? It's funny, but when I was your age, which was a very long time ago, I wanted nothing more in all of the worlds than to be able to settle into a place without magic so that my father and I could be happy. It didn't really work out that way, which is how I met your Mom about twelve years ago. Hey, did she ever tell you who your Dad was? His name, I mean.

[lachesis-theapportioner-deactiv]

Come and get 'em...

[lachesis-theapportioner-deactiv]

Sorry I just assumed, since you and Emma… I know totally creepy. It’s just when new people come into town it’s kind of a big deal. Word travels fast and I’m friends with Emma so I’ve heard about you. I promise I’m not a stalker. You can call me Ruby. 

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

Emma and I... Oh, right - I don't know who Henry's father is, or who Emma is, really. It's been nearly twelve years since she's spoken to me without trying to break my arm. Pleasure to meet you, Ruby! I guess it's pointless to tell you my name, huh? How about those cannolies?

[thehenrymills]

There doesn't seem to be anything to do today...

[thehenrymills]

Your friend’s pretty right about that, though I haven’t seen any unicorns yet…   Wait- You know my mom? 

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

Just gotta know where to look! You've seen one, right? Aren't you from the Enchanted Forest, or somewhere around there?  

W-Wait! Emma's your mother? How old are you, Henry? You didn't come from the Enchanted Forest then.... 

[thehenrymills]

There doesn't seem to be anything to do today...

[thehenrymills]

So we have to wait then. Until your boats fixed, anyway.   I’m okay waiting, what are you doing in Storybrooke anyways? 

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

If you want to really fish, we'll have to wait. In my time, we had boats, but not like the one I have. As for what I'm doing in Storybrooke?

Truth be told, I don't really know... A really special friend of mine told me that there are Kings and Queens here, with dwarfs and unicorns. *laughs* I'm not kidding, but I know Emma Swan. Do you know her?

[captainhooktoyou]

"i have acquired some more food from this realm. "

[captainhooktoyou]

In truth it had taken Kil-Hook a while to figure out that Neal was Bealfire, but after some observation he soon figured it out. Milah’s boy had grown to become a man and K… Hook found himself face to face to with the man he had once saw as his own, Life times ago.  ”Give or take, maybe a little more. What about you Bealfire? aren’t you on your hundreds or something?”

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

 Neal knew that it was Killian before he had said something to the pirate, who really didn't look, smell or sound different than the man that he once looked up to. Besides a few patches of scruff, Killian was the same since the last time he had seen the man with Lina. "Stop calling me that! My own father couldn't even tell who I was, so how did you?" He questioned, suspiciously. Truth be told, he hadn't really spent his time running from Hook, even though the pirate had given him away to the Shadow. Didn't Hook remember that? "I lost track of time when I was a Lost Boy, but hey, whatever? Make the best of what you are now and wait for what's best to come, right? After I got away from Neverland, I aged fine, though by then, I was thirty something in a thirteen year old's body." Now he was rambling, which meant that it was time to put his drink aside. "Don't choke." he told the man before wiping his mouth and stood up.

[lachesis-theapportioner-deactiv]

Come and get 'em...

[lachesis-theapportioner-deactiv]

Sure thing er… Neal? Henry’s dad right?

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

How do you know my name? I think you've got your information mixed up, Miss... I'm no one's Dad, though he's a great kid! 

[loveonceuponatimelina-blog]

Lina shook her head as she answered his question," I haven't, I've only traveled as far as my own legs can carry me. " which in retrospect wasn't very far at all. She of course wanted to travel distant lands, but she couldn't since e was lacking wings, something she wished she could have been given. She has often felt isolated from the rest of the world because of her size, always too different.

Lina squinted her eyes to see farther in front of her," We're already nearly there now." Lina smiled seeing the strawberry fields coming closer into view.

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

That made him sad now, since there he was, running from so many places and so many people, when Thumbelina had never even been past her yard? He didn't bother to give anyone a chance, but he knew better than to trust people he didn't know, and the people that he had known! Where she felt small, she made up in personality, for sure. The woman was sweet and almost mothering, while being so tiny. She didn't seem to have trouble, even though she she was out of breath. She was a borrower, after all! Instead of repeating his suggestion, he walked. In a way, he saw the strawberries before she did. The smell was what hit him first, though, drawing him closer. "Are they wild?" He questioned, not wanting to take someone's food. He had been fine with scraps at that point. 

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

I can't believe we share DNA! | Neal and Gold

[thebeastliketicktock-blog]

Once he heard the bell ring, Gold set down the two beakers he had been holding and grabbed his cane. The new spell he was working was taking more time than he thought and it was holding him back in finding his son. And now he had a customer to take care of as well? The likely hood of figure out how to cross the town line without forgetting his real life was posing more difficult by the second.

The Dark One was able to create a potion or spell with the flick of a wrist, the blink of an eye, or even just a small breath of air.. But now that they were stuck in Storybrooke, his powers were limited. This potion was going to be the answer to his questions. Hopefully. Maybe he’d find Bae, and if not, he’d try to find Belle instead. Neither of them had shown up in town, and maybe that was a good thing.

Gold slowly made his way to the front of his shop, not bothering to disguise the scowl on his face as her looked at the man who had entered. “Hello, there.” he mumbled, flicking a hand toward the stranger. “How may I be of service to you, young man?”

[swanloverunderfire-blog]

It seemed to take forever for the man, presumably the shop owner, to get to greet him. The only evidence of life were small thumps, like wood hitting wood every few seconds. Maybe the only had troubles getting around? He didn't know and honestly, he didn't care - he just wanted to sell the objects that weighed him down and held no use or meaning to him. Surely, someone could find meaning to the objects? Why hide them from people if they could use them or if they needed them? He didn't see a point, really. 

Finally, the man came out of the back, slightly smaller in stature that Neal was, but there was something about the man that struck him as odd... And familiar. Where had he seen the man before? Everyone in Storybrooke was a trapped soul, right? So who was the man standing in front of him? Seriously, that scowl seemed to bring back the worst case of deja vu, and he couldn't place his finger on it! Maybe you're not supposed to, he thought before giving the man a nervous smile in return, with a nod of his head.

"Yeah, you're the only Pawnbroker, so I was wondering if I could get some money for some stuff I've collected over the years?" He asked as he began opening the bag before the man had a chance to deny him. One by one, he pulled out items ranging from a long piece of wood that looked like it could have been someone's wand, a necklace with rare gems, small vials full of different colored liquid and powder, a pair of antique circular glasses, a set of Victorian cuff links and a gold coin.

He knew that he should have felt something towards the misshapen gold coin, but it had been so long that he didn't even think twice about selling it to a stranger. By now, the original owner should have been dead, right? No one can truly live forever - even his father. "So," Neal spoke calmly and emotionless, even though the man was creeping him out.