#nimlin

Merlin had to give Rum credit...he's demeanor changed dramatically upon seeing his children. "My curiosity is peaked." He expected the children to tell him what it was but he was met with silent smiles. "No one's going to tell me then…"

"It's a surprise father," began David with a cheeky grin that reminded Rumple far too much of his own. "You'll have to stay in your study for the next couple of days."

"What?" asked Rumple, surprised and confused.

"It's a surprise!" chorused Mary Margaret and Bae, beaming with joy.

"It's going to be delivered tomorrow," chimed in Merlin. "Either you leave the house for a bit or stay in your study."

"You have to promise not to sneak in to take a look," said Regina.

"Oh alright, if it means that much to you to surprise your old man," relented Rumple with a smile. "I just hope this isn't something I'm going to regret."

"Don't worry Captain," said Belle with a bright smile. "You'll love what the children have in store."

Rumple and Belle had guided the children back to the car as Merlin brought Nimue to one side. "We'll catch up with you!" He called back to the family. They had driven in two cars so it was ok for them to stay behind for a while.

"You saw then," began Nimue grimly.

"I did," answered Merlin. "What did he want?"

"I didn't hear a lot except the last part," said Nimue with a grave look on her face. "He said that Rumple will see events his way, and he hopes it will be soon."

"That sounded like a threat to me," said Merlin, turning to see that the Gold family had left already. "I wonder what he means."

"Damn whatever he means," said Nimue rather harshly and Merlin was a little taken aback. "I'm sorry Merlin...it's just that man really brings out the worst in me."

"He brings out the worse in everyone, dear," replied Merlin, swallowing her in a hug. "I'm sorry that he has to be at every party that is had for us...I mean I could politely ask him-"

"No, it's ok," replied Nimue, hugging her fiancé tightly. "We just have to stomach his presence for a little while longer...you have an important position in society, Merlin. Rumple knows this as well and that's why he puts up with the man."

"Yeah but playing nice wasn't always my specialty," tried Merlin and Nimue smiled. Trust her fiancé to make her laugh even at a time like this. "I'm still a little worried at his threat though…"

"You're convinced it was a threat?" asked Nimue, pulling back from the hug to look at him.

"It sounded like one," Merlin said matter of fact-ly. "And that man always gives me a bad feeling."

"You're not the only one," agreed Nimue.

xXx

Rumple couldn't be fault for his curiosity. Everyone was born to be naturally curious. So when Merlin all but locked him in his study for the majority of the morning and was then told by lunch time that the ballroom was off limits (by Belle of all people who had the grandest of time recreating the first time they had met), he just couldn't help but try and find out what his entire family was up to.

"Really Rumple?" said Nimue after having big caught the umpteenth time. Nimue took his arm and all but dragged him to where Granny had set up some snacks at the terrace. "Give it another day and you'll see what the children and Belle are up to."

"Why all the secrecy then?" asked Rumple as he let her drag him outside the house. He tried eavesdropping but no, if the children were singing, they were being very quiet about it.

"The children want to give you a surprise," said Nimue. "Now be the decorated officer that you are and wait until they're ready."

"Alright, alright," said Rumple in surrender but the he heard the oddest-

"Is that Belle?" asked Rumple in surprise as Nimue broke out in a bright smile.

"Yes."

"Belle?" asked Rumple in surprised. "That's Belle?"

Nimue shook her head and patted her brother-in-law on the arm. "Yes that is Belle."

"She's yodeling," said Rumple.

"And here I thought we were past pointing out the obvious," began Nimue with a smile. "Close your mouth before you catch some flies, Rumple."

"But-"

"Patience was never his strong suit my dear," said Merlin, joining them, giving Nimue a small kiss. "Why do you think he got the nickname of the 'Beast'?"

Rumple glared at his friend. "Where have you been?"

"Up and about," replied Merlin vaguely. "Took care of some business...speaking off, some of my colleagues are asking when the great Captain Gold will be throwing a party for his best friend and sister-in-law."

"Never," replied Rumple.

"As much as I hate bossing you around, Rumple," began Nimue that made Rumple roll his eyes.

"You always boss me around," cut off Rumple.

"You really do have to do it just this once," finished Nimue without missing a beat. "The rules of society not really giving us any option."

"I never really cared for society life Nimue," began Rumple.

"Neither do I but Merlin's job demands it of him," said Nimue, her demeanor softening a little. "Besides, the children would like to experience a party...I'm sure you haven't had one for a long time."

"You think," thought Rumple to himself. He wouldn't dare voice it out loud because Nimue had a point.

"Will you just think about it?" asked Nimue.

"Think about it as the last time you'll have to meddle with all those low lives and two faced politicians," began Merlin, earning him a laugh from his friend and a glare from his soon to be wife. "What?"

"May I remind you that you fall under the same category," began Nimue.

"Yes but Rum tolerates me," replied Merlin as Rumple laughed once again. Watching the two banter and argue was a joy he never he would need in his life.

xXx

"You think father will like it?" asked Emma as she helped David in practicing with the puppets.

"I'm sure he will," assured Belle as she showed the younger ones how to operate the massive contraption that Merlin had bought for them.

The structure stood almost as high as the ballroom ceiling and it was such a marvelous feat that Belle was awed when it had arrived.

She was told of course of the purchase but she never imagined it would be that magnificent and marvelous. When she had seen the puppets and backgrounds that came with it, her mind went into gear and she had a story already lined up for the children to perform for their father.

Now as for the singing…

"Wow," commented Killian as he and the rest were dumbstruck. "That sounded hard Fraulein."

"You get used to it," said Belle with a satisfied smile as she demonstrated yodeling to them. "Now you try."

The children all took turns and it was hard but after a few more days of practice they would get the hang of it. Now controlling the characters were proving to be a little harder.

"This thing has so many contraptions, I'm getting confused," began David. He was the craftsman out of the children and he was amazed at how the puppet show was designed. Belle could see that he was already thinking of adding it or maybe even building his own.

"I hope we don't mess things up," spoke up Ruby from the side.

"You won't children," said Belle reassuringly. "You're thinking that because you're all just nervous. Trust me, your father will adore our little show."

"I hope he still adores it after Uncle Merlin shows him how much this thing costs," spoke Killian.

"I thought your uncle paid for it?" asked Belle.

"Well he jokingly told the shop owner to send the bill to father," clarified Killian.

"I can safely say that Uncle Merlin was 50% joking Killian," began Regina.

"And the other half?" asked Belle with an amused smile.

"Well if he wasn't, I'm sure Aunt Nimue would scold him," replied Regina with a bright smile and resulted in laughter from her siblings.

Belle knew that was for certain and they continued working, spirits lifted slightly from the nervous state from earlier.

xXx

Rumple had disappeared to work on some papers in his study. As soon as he was out of earshot, Nimue turned to Merlin.

"What are you hiding?" began Nimue, her tone a little short and Merlin raised his arms in surrender.

"Zozo's little threat was a little unnerving-"

"Merlin it wasn't a threat," cut off Nimue.

"It sounded like one and others agree with me," replied Merlin. "I talked to some of the other ministers...there's been rumors of an enquiry on Zozo's actions, past and present. Even rumors of him losing his position as Minister of Defense."

"Serves that man right," replied Nimue but then her face fell. "IS he thinking he can get Rumple to side with him? Of all the-"

"That's exactly what I thought as well when they told me," said Merlin. "Zozo had always distanced himself from Rumple, even more so when the war ended so it happens to be a surprise when he suddenly attends parties and asks for Rumple."

"He's been more sociable as of yet," raised Nimue. "He's trying to gather a handful of people to stick up for him, I wager."

Merlin smiled at her. "My soon to be wife is incredible smart for my own good."

"I'm glad you're aware of that fact," replied Nimue with a cunning smile. "If he's doing such measures, the rumors of the enquiry must be be true, then?"

"It's happening soon from what I gather," said Merlin with a frown. "I would pay a lot of money to see that man behind bars...he deserves it."

"Whatever happens, Rumple is going to be caught in the crossfire," said Nimue worryingly. "Merlin you have to make sure that does not happen."

"Unhealthy doses of coffee and other substances we are not going to speak off," hissed back Merlin, the last part mainly aimed at the Captain who was wearing a very amused look on his face. "My, you are a sight Captain Gold. I didn't even know you owned a piece of clothing that wasn't part of a suit."

Everyone chuckled as Rumple rolled his eyes at his friend. But Merlin spoke true in Belle's opinion.

When she first saw him that early morning, she couldn't quite believe this was the same Captain Rumford Gold that she had met a few weeks ago. He was out of his usual suit and tie and was wearing casual hiking clothes and Belle couldn't help but think how more handsome he was being so relaxed and-

No, she had to shake that thought out of her head. She was here for the children. She was here to make this family whole again. There was nothing else.

"You seem far away Fraulein," came the voice of the man she just couldn't stop thinking about. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Just how excited I am for the day ahead, Captain," manage Belle with a bright smile.

Rumple returned the gesture with a smile of his own. "I hope you don't sing a different tune once we are off and you here Merlin and Nimue bicker until we reach the top of your mountain."

Belle giggled just as the raised voices of the couple in question reached them. Merlin and Nimue were still at it and the topic has now shifted from early morning wake up calls to hogging the bathroom.

"I'm sure it'll prove to be quite the entertainment, Captain."

Rumple snorted but the smile stayed on his face. "I thought the same thing as well...but then it just got annoying and I literally had to plug my ears just to drown them out. I couldn't even hear myself think over their bickering."

"And yet they're getting married soon," offered Belle.

"Yes well peas of the same pod those two are," said Rumple. "Much too alike even if they deny it. They're a match made in heaven."

"So you're not a believer of opposites attract?" asked Belle, feeling a bit braver with asking her employer some personal questions.

"Well…" began Rumple, giving her an amused smile. "Never say never."

"Killian and I have got everything, father," announced Regina as she and Killian appeared with a basket each, bearing their food and refreshments.

"Good," said Rumple as he motioned for everyone. "I guess we're all ready. Let's get going then."

"I can certainly see why you love to come up here, Fraulein," began Rumple as he helped Belle clean up their picnic feast. It was about time they headed back if they wanted to grab lunch back in town which everyone was in agreement with, mainly because Merlin and Nimue had offered to buy them anything they wanted, may it be books, toys or clothes.

"I've always felt at home here," explained Belle as they cleaned up. "Mother Superior always worried that I would get lost if I stayed here when night has fallen but-"

"You could never get lost up here, because it's your mountain," finished Rumple, giving her a bright smile. "I know that feeling. She was also like that about me and the sea when I was younger."

"I take it the sea is the same for you as this mountain is for me," replied Belle. Again, opposite of each other and that is why nothing can ever come with lo-

Belle's eyes widened at her own thoughts. Luckily the Captain was too busy cleaning up their makeshift picnic to have noticed but she needed to calm herself when he does turn around to face her. She needed to calm herself and act like nothing was wrong even though everything was already falling apart.

This man was Captain Rumford Gold. This man was Mother Superior's nephew, a decorated war hero, a loving father, a good friend, a man who already has her heart without him even realizing it.

She put on a brave smile as the Captain finally closed the picnic basket.

"Looks like that's everything," began the Captain as he rubbed his forearm against his perspiring forehead. 'I think we're all set."

Belle cleared her throat as she nodded. The Captain, ever quick on his feet, stood up and offered her his hand. Belle didn't know why she felt her cheeks reddened slightly but she swallowed the lump in her throat and took his hand, a warm feeling descending to her entire being.

She needed to stop thinking about her employer like this...she had promised her life to God and that was what she had always wanted...or was it still?

"You alright Fraulein?" his voice cut through her thoughts as Belle finally saw the Captain right in front of her, a look of concern on his face.

"Yes," said Belle with a forced smile. "I just always get lost in my own thoughts when Im here."

Rumple eyed her but then offered her a small smile. "Well I guess you give a whole new meaning to the saying 'head in the clouds' when you're literally as high as the clouds."

Belle giggled as the Captain called everyone so they could head back to town.

"Oh Belle this would bring out your eyes," said Nimue as the two women shopped for more material she could use to make dresses. Not that Belle needed more clothes, she would only end up giving them up once she returned to the Abbey, but Nimue insisted that they venture away from the others.

"Nimue I think we've gotten enough," protested Belle but Nimue just handed her the fabric and proceeded to try and cover her with it. "I don't-"

"You're going to need it," insisted Nimue, as she placed the material in her arms. "And don't even think about the price. I'm buying it for you as a gift."

"But-"

"No buts, Belle, now come on," said Nimue with a smile as she dragged the younger woman to another store. "I'm sure there are more fabrics we can find."

"I really don't think I'll have any use for all of them once I return to the Abbey, Nimue," began Belle as she walked beside the other woman. "We have to give up our possessions when we return-"

"But you're not at the Abbey Belle," pointed out Nimue. "Did Aunt Blue specify how long you'll be staying with Rumple?"

"Well...no," began Belle but in her head she was conflicted to stay forever or the shortest time possible. "But still-"

"Come now, Belle," began Nimue, placing a hand on the younger woman's arm. "Ok, let's say you won't be able to keep all the clothes you decide to make with all these material, even the clothes you've already made, but it doesn't hurt anyone to have them for the time being that you are outside the Abbey. Am I right?"

Belle thought for a moment and Nimue was right. It didn't hurt anyone, besides, if she did give them up at least other woman could have good and decent dresses...but it still made her feel guilty that it was Nimue's money after all-

"Oh don't you even think about the cost, Belle," began Nimue and chuckled when Belle's shock must have registered on her face. "Aunt Blue has the same look every time Rumple and I make a generous donation to the Abbey."

Belle smiled and just sighed in defeat. "Alright then-"

Nimue's smile broadened. "Now, are these ok? Rumple is going to have to host a party for Merlin and I soon and you are invited. No buts!"

Belle had just opened her mouth to argue but shook her head at the instant reprimand. "I don't think you'd want me there Nimue."

"Oh come now, Belle," began Nimue, looping her arm with that of Belle's as they walked around town. "Besides Granny and Aunt Blue, I'd count you the closest lady friend I have. Granted, the company I have been keeping recently are all men who have the mental capacity of toddlers."

Belle giggled. "The Captain isn't like that."

"Merlin is grand influence, my dear, just you wait," said Nimue with a snort. "But I'm trying to make up for that."

"You two are quite the pair," began Belle softly and her eyes gazed far away and Nimue would bet her entire fortune that the younger woman was thinking about one specific Captain.

"Belle?" asked Nimue, amused.

"Oh I apologize, Nimue," replied Belle quickly, blushing. "My mind wandered a bit..."

"To the sea, I bet." said Nimue to herself, glad that Belle was still to distracted to have heard her. She was lovestruck alright...time for Nimue to call for reinforcements.

Rumple had found himself walking along town by himself. Merlin had insisted he could handle his children by himself, and with Regina and Killian's assurance that they'll be ok, Rumple had left them to it.

It was unnerving to be walking around town, if he was honest. The last time he did enjoy a trip to town was when Milah had still been alive. She would always drag him everywhere, stating that he needed to live a little and enjoy life's littlest of pleasures and beauty.

"Captain, you're the last person I'd even think of bumping into."

Rumple's blood instantly froze at the voice he wished he'd never come across with for the remainder of his life. He willed himself to turn around and true enough standing a few feet from him was none other than Hans Zozo.

"Herr Zozo," hissed Rumple.

"Captain," greeted back Zozo as he walked up to the other man. Sure Zozo was smaller of the two but Zozo would never let anyone intimidate him. "I've been trying to meaning to cross paths with you...that party for Herr Detweiler and Mrs. Schraeder for instance. They had told me you weren't invited."

"I don't make a habit of attending such events," replied Rumple stiffly.

"Oh," began Zozo. "I seem to recall you being a party goer when that wife of yours was alive."

It took all of Rumple's self control not to grab the man by his coat and beat the sense out of him. "People change, Herr Zozo. If you would excuse me," said Rumple through gritted teeth.

But Zozo took a side-step and blocked his path. "I meant no offense, Captain."

"Of course you didn't," fired back Rumple and he was all but ready to brush the other man aside but Zozo could read him like an open book.

"I'm not the one at fault for your wife's death, Captain," said Zozo, hitting at the one thing that Rumple was trying to avoid, the topic of his wife's death.

"You have no guilt whatsoever for what you caused, do you?" demanded Rumple, losing his battle of trying to ignore and brush aside the other man.

"She was the one that caused her own demise by being so rash-"

Rumple was just about to prove to Zozo how rashness was a couple trait as he moved forward and was a few inches from grabbing the man by his shirt and punching his snide face when-

"Rumple!"

Rumple stopped but did not look back. He heard Nimue walk up to stand by his side but still he did not look to face her.

"Mrs. Schraeder," greeted Zozo. "Or is it Mrs. Detweiler now."

"Soon, Herr Zozo," replied Nimue blankly, glaring at the other man.

Zozo turned back to Rumple. "This discussion is not yet over, Captain. You will see events my way, some time soon, I hope."

Rumple did not reply just glared as the other man turned on his heel and left. He waited once Zozo was out of earshot before turning to Nimue.

"Where's Belle?" asked Rumple, knowing fully well that the two woman were together when he had last seen them.

"She's with Merlin and the children," explained Nimue, placing a hand on his arm. "I was sent to come fetch you. They're all eager to head back to the house."

Rumple nodded but made no move to walk away, he turned back to where he had last seen Zozo and just continued to stare ahead.

"Rumple," began Nimue, now fully concerned. "He's-"

"Right," began Rumple, bowing his head slightly. "It's not his fault. It's mine."

"Rum-"

He did not let her finish as he walked back to where he knew the children, Merlin and Belle were waiting for them. He didn't need to hear her words or her arguments that it wasn't his fault, that none of this was his fault. Because no matter how many times people try to console him, in his heart, Milah died because of him.

The request had come the night before as they all headed for bed. Killian had stayed behind after his siblings had all retreated upstairs and was rather fidgety when it came to meeting his father's eye.

"Is there something wrong Killian?" asked Rumple, slightly concerned, given that the following day would be his time with the lad. He wasn't sure how to go about it, just like he was with all of his children. Killian had loved his mother dearly and he may share the same sentiment as Emma had before. Granted, Killian was always the person he vision to follow in his footsteps and join the Navy given the boy's love for the sea.

"Nothing, father...it's just that-", he cut off suddenly and Rumple walked over to him, suddenly concerned.

"Killian…" tried Rumple and finally the boy sighed and squared off his shoulders.

"I was wondering, if it was alright for tomorrow," began Killian, as his voice decreased in volume per word that was said. "If you could teach me how to drive."

The last word was said barely above a whisper and Rumple must have looked at him confused because Killian's eyes widened and he suddenly shook his head and hurriedly say a good night. Rumple quickly placed a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Killian it's alright," replied Rumple with a smile. "Now did I hear right and you wish for me to teach you how to drive?"

The boy nodded, apparently not trusting his voice given the last set back. "Of course I will."

Killian's eyes widened but he beamed at his father. "Oh thank you, father! I promise I won't wreck your car."

That thought certainly did not cross his mind but Rumple smiled as Killian retreated upstairs. The boy was growing and he was going to be at that age where driving was going to be necessary. Best he learns the skill from someone trained rather than his peers.

The question was this, would his car survive the incursion.

And that was when he had the brilliant idea of giving Nimue the thought of heading to town, with Merlin. But Merlin's car wouldn't be able to fit everyone so, his friend would need to drive Rumple's own car and Rumple would teach Killian using Merlin's.

Hence the little stand off the following morning.

"Using the guilt card has always been your worst trait, Rumple," Merlin grumbled as Rumple gave the other man his own car keys. "I expect her in one piece young man," said Merlin to KiIllian who tensed at Merlin's tone and earned to other man a glare from the boy's father.

"It's just a car, Merlin," huffed Nimue. "Now come on so we can show the children around town and so I can still see Aunt Blue."

"Alright, alright," grumbled Merlin as he got into the car. He gave his own vehicle one last look as though bidding it goodbye before nodding at Rumple and driving away with everyone else.

"Don't mind him," said Rumple as he patted Killian at the back and the boy jumped slightly. "He, like all other men of his age without a wife, has treated their vehicle as the love of their lives."

"Really?" asked Killian as Rumple practically pushed his son towards the vehicle.

"Oh don't get me started," replied Rumple as he got into the passenger side, Killian just standing by the driver's side. "Killian, come on. You're not going to destroy your uncle's car, I promise."

Killian met his father's reassuring gaze and finally got in. He started the car and grasped the wheel for dear life that made Rumple chuckle. "Easy, it's not going to help if you hold on to the wheel for dear life. It's not a lifebuoy."

Killian laughed and relaxed a bit. "Ok, what do I do next?"

Rumple started with getting Killian familiar with some concepts and terms that drivers usually used. Some few safety tips and once they were buckled in, he told Killian to start circling the driveway.

All in all, the boy was a natural and Rumple wasted no time in telling Moe to open the gates, much to Killian's shock. But soon enough, they were driving the road outside their villa, at a comfortable speed.

"You're a natural, lad," said Rumple as they drove down the road. It was a rare occasion that he was not the man at the wheel and so he cherished the moments he wasn't the one who was driving.

"Yes, but this is nerve wracking father," said Killian, keeping his eyes glued on the road, and keeping his speed in check. "I don't like having this burden."

"What burden?" asked Rumple lightly.

"The lives of everyone on board," mumbled Killian and Rumple had to chuckle because the lad had said the same thing when he first taught him how to sail a few years ago. "It's not funny father."

"You said the exact same thing when we went out at sea a couple of years ago, Killian," began his father. "And now you can't possible tell me you have the same sentiment when we go out with the Roger?"

Killian shrugged and gave him a sideways glance. "That's different. I feel at home with the sea...just like you."

"Well," began Rumple. "That is true but you just have to get the hang of it and you'll be alright. You got the hang of sailing pretty quick and you got your confidence with that. Driving will be just the same."

"You sure?" asked Killian, his eyes back on the road.

"Positive."

Killian looked at him, and gave his father a smile which Rumple returned. But as soon as they both turned their eyes back on the road-

"Watch out!"

"Uncle Merlin is going to kill me."

"He's not going to kill you."

"Father, he's going to kill me and he'll pretty much kill you too."

"Merlin's a bit daft, I'm sure he won't notice a thing."

Killian's glare could have rivaled his own had the situation really been that serious but Rumple could only laugh at being on the receiving end of a famous Gold glare. Though, it reminded him a lot of the look Milah would give him when she was not amused with him.

The two had decided to head to the small island along the lake. Well it was sort of a hiding spot for Rumple from time to time and Killian is the only other person he had brought to the small land. Him and of course Milah back then.

Pongo and Dr. Hopper had been crossing the road heading towards their own villa and the Gold men had chosen just that time to look at each other instead of the road. Luckily, Killian had excellent reflexes and turned the wheel, only for the car to drive through some bushes with thorns that pretty much scratched the driver side. Not to mention the broken windows and lights.

"Father, the lights are busted, not to mention the windows," began Killian, a bit hysterical. "Not to mention the scratches on the driver door."

Rumple hummed his acknowledgement. "Yes, well don't worry about that my boy and stop pacing. Indulge your father and just relax."

Rumple was laid down on a blanket they had brought. Granny had prepared a small picnic basket for them to take seeing as it was already lunch time. The others were due back any moment and Rumple decided it would be better for Killian not to notice his uncle's reaction to the state of his car.

Killian finally relented and lay down next to his father. The man was looking up ahead at the clear blue sky and Killian sighed, understanding why his father was a bit relaxed with their current predicament. The sky above reminded him so much of the feeling of being back at sea. It was beauty to behold.

His father handed him a sandwich and they proceeded to eat in silence. His uncle's reaction still playing in his head, all worse case scenarios and his father must have noticed because his father basically threw an apple at him.

"Stop worrying Killian," said Rumple playfully as he looked back at the sky. "You're thinking too much and you're giving me a headache."

"But father-"

"Don't worry about it," cut off Rumple finally sitting up and looking at his son. "You're first time at driving is nothing compared to mine or Merlin's for that matter."

"Really?" perked up Killian, suddenly sitting up to look at his father.

"Merlin ran over a dozen market stalls," said Rumple with a grin. "Oh that was a day I won't forget. I think everyone threw a tomato at him once the car finally stopped. Seeing as the fruits were already wasted, might as well get some amusement with the trouble."

Killian laughed and Rumple prided himself for getting his son to calm down, albeit a little. "What about you father?"

"Oh mine was a tad bit overboard," began Rumple, slightly embarrassed but now that he was older, could only look at it with humour. "Literally."

"You didn't…" asked Killian, eyes wide with realization.

"Drove it straight into the lake," confirmed Rumple. "Though Moe manage to drive out of there before it completely submerged but it did take in some water." He smiled at Killian. "What can I say, I really love the water."

Killian laughed harder and Rumple found himself joining in but their merriment was disrupted by a sudden voice piercing the surroundings.

"RUMPLESTILTSKIN GOLD! YOU ARE A DEADMAN!"

"Darling, stop shouting." began Nimue as she rolled her eyes at her husband's little tantrum. "You're scaring the young ones."

Merlin took a deep breath and turned to Belle. "Fraulein, would you be so kind as to take the children upstairs."

"They are eating lunch here, Merlin," reprimanded Nimue and the look she gave him left no room for any argument. "So stop acting like a child and sit."

The last word was hissed sharply that Merlin grumble all the way until he sat down next to his fiancé.

"Aunt Nimue," began Regina as she anxiously looked around her. "You don't think they got hurt do you?"

"Maybe that's why they're not here," added Emma.

Nimue glared at Merlin and the man's anger abided a little. "Don't worry you two. I'm sure your father and brother are alright and no worse for wear."

"Until I get my hands on them," grumbled Merlin which earned him a kick from Nimue and yet another glare that finally kept his mouth shut throughout lunch.

Belle had to hold in her laughter. Sure it was a very big scratch on the driver side and of course the windows had shattered but all in all Merlin was acting like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away.

She was sure that the Captain was going to pay for the damages and the man's car would be good as new in no time.

A fact that Nimue had been trying to knock into her fiancée's head since they had arrived back to the villa and had seen the result of Killian's driving lesson.

Lunch soon ended and still no sign of the two Gold men and Belle was starting to worry a little. She went to the kitchen and was glad to see both Moe and Granny there.

"Please tell me you know where they are," said Belle in a whisper as to not let Merlin hear them.

"Don't worry," replied Granny with a smile. "They're alright. Eating probably, I packed them a small picnic. But the Captain is waiting out the storm."

"Mostly for Killian's sake than his own," added Moe as he finished cleaning. "I've already informed the mechanic to pick-up Herr Detweiler's vehicle and it'll be fixed no later than tomorrow."

"That's good to hear," came the voice of Nimue as she entered the kitchen. "If I hear that man complain one more time, I don't know what I'm capable off." She turned to Moe and Granny. "They're at the island, aren't they?"

"Little island?" asked Belle turning from Nimue to the other older staff.

"There's still small patch of land somewhere in the middle of the lake." explained Nimue. "Rumple has only shown it to Milah. It's where he escapes to think if I remember my sister's words correctly." She turned to Belle with a smile. "You know how men usually have a spot where they run away too, well Rumple has an island."

"I think I saw that when we were rowing on the lake," said Belle. "I had no idea you could actually stay there."

"Oh believe me Belle," began Nimue. "If Rumple had enough supplies, he would practically live there."

"I'm pretty sure the others are worried about us, father," said Killian all of a sudden. They had been on the ground for quite some time now, their food having been eaten a long time ago.

The sky was already starting to turn a light orange as late afternoon proceeded to dusk.

"Yeah, we better head back," said Rumple standing up and stretching. All in all, without the thought of the disaster that almost was, it had been a great day with his eldest son.

"You sure we're going to be alive until dinner?" asked Killian as he helped his father pack up their stuff and head back to the row boat.

"Of course we will," said Rumple with a smile. "One thing I learned from about your uncle, Killian, he's a very slow man." He gave Killian a cheeky grin. "He wants to kill me; he'll have to catch me first."

"That doesn't sound reassuring father," said Killian with a frown but they headed back to the villa. "Uh, father…"

Rumple turned to look behind him and true enough, Merlin was already waiting for them by the gate, arms crossed and looking very pissed off.

"Figures," said Rumple as the boat finally reached the shore. "You go on ahead Killian." He told his son as he secured the boat and Merlin made his way over them.

"Killian, I need a word with your father please," said Merlin, his voice rather cold.

Killian made to say something but Rumple's arm was suddenly on his shoulder and his father just nodded at him. He gave his father one last worried glance before heading inside.

As soon as the boy was inside, Rumple turned to Merlin. "Look-"

"You are dead!"

"Are they seriously going to keep doing that?" asked Belle as she and Nimue stood at the terrace of the children's play room. It was close to dinner time and the two gentlemen have yet to enter the house.

Merlin had spent the good hour chasing the smaller man around the grounds, shouting and threatening the captain while the other man just laughed.

It had been half an hour ago when Rumple finally decided to climb a tree and Merlin had been on the base of it, demanding that he come down.

"I swear Gold," threatened Merlin once again. "You are asking for it."

"I already apologized Merlin, what more do you want?" replied Rumple from the highest branch of the tree. "Not to mention, I'll be paying for the repairs. Stop being such a big baby about this."

Both women had to agree at that, Merlin was acting like a child.

"It's the principle of the thing," yelled up Merlin. "And I'm a big baby? Who's the one hiding up a tree?"

"I'm not hiding," replied Rumple with an amused smirk. "I climbed a tree right in front of you. Who's the one not climbing after me? Not to mention the man who's a couple of feet taller than me but couldn't catch me for a good hour."

Merlin just glared. "You're going to have to come down eventually and that's-"

A couple of pinecones were suddenly hurled at the direction of the man and he hastily jumped to the nearest cover, which happened to be a bush a few meters away. The Captain took his chance and quickly climbed down, throwing a few more at Merlin and making a getaway.

But as soon as Merlin saw him reach the ground, he took off after him, ensuring another chase across the grounds.

"I'd leave them to their own devices, Belle," said the older woman, shaking her head and rolling her eyes at the two.

Both women turned and headed back inside, totally missing that the two gentlemen had reached the small wooden platform by the lake where the boat was currently secured to...and when Merlin all but tackled Rumple and both went crashing to the lake.

"Well my suit is ruined…"

Rumple snorted as a small smile played on his face. They were both soaking and were still sitting on the dock, just staring ahead at the vast lake of the villa grounds.

"You'll make it'll look good as new?"

"Merlin, you sound like that damn car is more valuable than your own life," said Rumple rather harshly and it received a small sigh from the other man.

"Yeah I got a little carried away with that," began Merlin, his tone apologetic and it was the closest thing to an actual apology that Rumple was going to get from his best friend. "But you know what that car means to me...what it sort of represents."

"Yeah I know," began Rumple, knowing all too well what he was talking about. The car wasn't actually something that Merlin had bought, but rather he had inherited it from his family. He had it fixed up and up and running again, his father even getting a ride before his parents had passed. The car was in a way, his last link to his own family. "That's why I said, I'd take care of it."

"Yeah," repeated Merlin, looking back at the lake. "Well maybe I just wanted to make sure my best friend was back and no longer has a stick up his arse."

Rumple chuckled and turned to his friend who was now looking at him seriously. "It's nice to have you back, Rum."

Rumple knew it was meant to do good but his heart just fell upon the realization again that he has made a lot of lives miserable since Milah's death...his children and his best friend.

He soon felt Merlin's hand on his shoulder. "I know what you're thinking, Rum, don't. We understand what happened...what you're going through, went through." He stopped to let his words sink in, as he turned to look back at the villa.

"Like I said, I'm glad you're back." said Merlin and then he chuckled. "All these years and you still outrun me, even when I'm a good foot taller than you."

"You know me, Merlin," began Rumple with a smug smile. "I'm always quick on my feet."

"Oh my!"

Both men turned to see Belle standing a few feet from where they were sitting. Rumple was surprised that they did not hear her approach, especially given both men's naval training.

"Are you two alright?" asked Belle, her voice filled with concern.

"Merlin just reminded me he is also in love with the water just as much as he is with his car," replied Rumple with a smile. "No worse for wear Fraulein, just dripping wet."

Merlin playfully punched him on the shoulder. "I'm assuming it's time for dinner?" He turned to asked Belle.

"Yes, Nimue had asked if I could come get the both of you," explained Belle. "I'll go on ahead and ask Moe for some towels, you're probably freezing. Might I suggest we head back inside?"

"Yes, I do believe that is a better course of action that staying out here," replied Rumple as he stood, Merlin giving him an amused look. "We'll follow."

Belle smiled and headed back to the villa as Rumple finally turned to his friend, the smile on his face dropping upon Merlin's expression. "What?"

"Oh nothing," replied Merlin cheerfully. "Just observing."

"We'll be reviewing their lessons upstairs," said Belle as the Gold children all frowned except for Mary Margaret.

"Do we really have to?" whined David as the other children all flocked out of the living room. "We reviewed math last week. We need a break after that."

"What will it be today Fraulein?" asked Regina, gathering Bae in her arms and carrying him.

"History," replied Belle much to the groans of Killian, Emma and David. "Now, now...that won't be your reaction once I tell you I've asked an expert to hell in your lessons."

Rumple raised an eyebrow her direction as he carried Mary Margaret. "And who might that be, Fraulein?"

"Come now, Rumple," said the voice from the hall as Merlin entered the room. "Surely you're not that old to have become senile."

Rumple glared at his friend as Nimue and Belle smiled. "I'm not sure this is going to be a good idea, Fraulein."

"Why not Captain?" asked Belle, her face falling a little. She thought the Captain would have been enthusiastic about the idea.

"Your guest teacher actually failed history when he was lad," replied Rumple with a broad grin and it was Merlin's turn to glare at his friend as Nimue playfully slapped her fiancee's arm.

"I completely forgot about that," laughed Nimue. "Don't worry Rumple, I'm sure between Belle and I, we can make sure the children actually learn something."

"Hey!" came the protest as Nimue dragged Merlin out of the room while Belle motioned for the children to move as well, leaving the Captain with his youngest daughter.

"So," began Rumple, turning towards his daughter gathered in his arms. "What do you wish to do today Mary Margaret?"

Mary Margaret looked to be in very deep thought and Rumple had to smile at how her face scrunched a little, telling him his daughter was concentrating real hard on what she wanted to do with her father the entire day.

"Papa," began Mary Margaret, a little shy smile on her face. "I remember you used to show me some animals before….could you show me the birds again?"

Rumple smiled. Mary Margaret, out of all his children, was very animal friendly. He did remember taking her to the farthest part of their estate where a lot of bird houses were situated. They had fed some birds and some of them even landed on her hand as she studied them.

"I don't see why not," he replied hugging her tighter. "It's actually just here in our home, Mary Margaret. But before we go, you have to promise me that you won't wander there without an adult in the future ok?"

"Yes, Papa," replied Mary Margaret. "Besides, I'll only go there when I'm with you."

Rumple felt his heart swelled at his youngest daughter's words. "Then let's go see our Barn Swallows."

Belle walked over to open the terrace doors of the children's play room. Behind her, Nimue was the one explaining the events of the recently concluded war, Max adding a few facts here and there.

She stepped out for a few moments to relish the beautiful day when the sound of laughter had her eyes drawn to the grounds of the Gold estate. There was the captain and Mary Margaret feeding the birds that must inhabit the many bird houses Belle had seen around the grounds.

A Barn Swallow was steadily perched on Mary Margaret's shoulder as the little girl slowly offered it some food. The Captain had dropped down to be at Mary Margaret's eye level and seemed to be explaining something to the little girl who giggled.

The Captain continued on talking, Belle tried to concentrate hard to listen but they were too far away to make out any words. The Captain extended his hand and after a few moments, a Barn Swallow had landed on his hand and he slowly brought it over to Mary Margaret. The bird looked to be completely satisfied perched on the Captain's hand, not looking scared or even flying away as the Captain brought it closer for the girl to study.

It looked to Belle that the Captain was instructing the girl how to get the bird to fly to her own hand and stay there just like the bird who still had itself perched on her shoulder.

After a while the bird did fly over to Mary Margaret's outstretched hand and the girl smothered her giggle so that her two new friends wouldn't fly away. The Captain backed away a little, studying how happy her little girl was as the two birds remained close to her.

"So this is where you've ran off to," came the voice of Nimue as Belle turned to offer her a sheepish smile. "Looks like Mary Margaret is turning out to be like Milah when it came to animals."

Belle turned back to the two as the Captain seemed to be explaining something new again to Mary Margaret. "Milah was a nature lover and even tried to rescue as much animals she could abandoned on the streets. You can just imagine our home."

Belle laughed as Mary Margaret suddenly waved her arms around and the birds flew around her and the captain, much to the captain's laugh. It was that sound that passed through Belle, giving her a very satisfied feeling. His laugh was very rich and infectious in a way and Belle couldn't stop herself from smiling.

"I've missed that sound very much," said Nimue as the Captain picked up Mary Margaret and they headed to a different part of the villa's gardens.

"Hearing it now," began Belle. "I would have missed it as well."

The next day found Rumple sat on his study floor surrounded by numerous papers with different sets of drawings. All of them having one thing in common, being drawn by his youngest child, Baelfire, or as he was very fond of calling him, Bae.

Bae was on his fifth drawing of the day and Rumple hasn't even finished his first one. He could draw yes but Baelfire could draw absolutely anything. The papers on his study floor was the proof of that. Baelfire had drawn the view from the back of the villa, the mountains they had apparently gone to while he was in the Enchanted Forest, a dog who he was dropping hints of wanting to own and he was now currently drawing the car they own.

Not only could he draw, but the colors were very precise and beautiful as well. Rumple couldn't help but just wonder at them until Bae would look up from his drawing and remind his papa that he had to draw something too.

Bae had of course seen the portraits the Rumple had done of his children. That was about the only thing he could draw, faces. And he couldn't even color them in properly so he was contented with just rough sketching.

His current piece was of Baelfire's concentrated face as he tried to decide what to draw. Although he started this when Baelfire was still trying to draw his first creation, the same look on his face would come up frequently when Baelfire turned to study the drawings he had done.

It amazed Rumple at how the five year old could be so detail-oriented when he was such a young boy. He couldn't decide if Bae had inherited it from him or from his mother.

A small knock on the door brought Rumple out of his thoughts, but not enough of a distraction for Baelfire who remained on the floor as his father got up, placed his sketch on his desk and walked over to open the door. He wasn't surprised to see Belle with a tray of sandwiches and a pitcher of iced tea.

"I figured you'd be eating lunch here," began Belle but then she turned a bit sheepish. "Assuming that it's ok to eat in this room of course."

Rumple smiled to reassure her. "I do take meals here when I am busy, Fraulein. It's ok." He turned to look back at his youngest who was still too focused on his drawing. "I think he won't be eating until he finishes his fifth masterpiece of the day."

He opened the door wider to permit her in and Belle quickly placed the tray on his desk. Her eyes falling on the unfinished sketch on his desk. "I see he's not the only artist in the family."

Rumple smiled shyly as he poured himself a glass of iced tea. "It's not as good as my five year old's works, I assure you." He paused and turned to motion with his head to the drawings on the floor. "The one he did of your mountain was very beautiful." He had raised an eyebrow at that and Belle smiled as she shrugged.

"Oh," said Belle. "Did I mention that I took the children to the mountain range of Avonlea?" And as an afterthought added, "It was part of a lesson in geology."

"Of course it was Fraulein," replied Rumple as he turned to watch his son still drawing on the floor. He head leaned back on his desk and Belle stood by his side. "Have I said my thanks today?"

"You have and if you're going to say it again it'll be your third thank you today and 27th since you've arrived back," replied Belle to which the captain blushed and tried to hide it to no avail.

"Believe me Fraulein," began Rumple setting the glass back down on the tray. "A million thank yous wouldn't be enough for what you've done for me and the children."

Now it was Belle's turn to blush. They had their differences before but the Captain was a man she was growing to be fond of increasingly on a day to day basis...like the feeling she had when he first used that whistle.

But she shouldn't dwell on that. In a few weeks time, she'll be heading back to the Abbey and will no longer be needed by the God family. A certain sense of dread overwhelmed her and it must have shown on her face as the Captain's hand was suddenly on her arm.

"Is there something wrong Fraulein?" asked the Captain, a look of concern lining his face.

"None at all Captain," replied Belle, masking her dread with a bright smile. These people were a family before she came to the villa and a family they will remain once she departs. She was not needed here. "None at all."

He was surprised to learn that he would spending time with Regina next, especially since Nimue and Merlin had offered to take the children to town for a little shopping stint so that the two could buy presents for their nieces and nephews.

Rumple had asked Belle to accompany them just to be on the safe side. Sure, he trusted Nimue to be a responsible adult but with 6 children and a man who acted like one, Nimue would need the help.

"Here I thought you all would be heading to town," said Rumple as he and Regina remained at the dining table. He then thought that maybe a telegram was coming and Regina wanted to spend a few moments with Robin but Regina stood and took the vacated seat of Mary Margaret.

"Granny managed to bake a cake for Mary Margaret's birthday," began Regina with a little glint in her eye that told Rumple that his eldest child had a plan. "But I'm sure she wanted to eat apple pie and I was thinking…"

She let her sentence trail for her father to catch up and of course he did so quickly. Regina had inherited her mother's knack for baking. Although Milah could only prepare one particular thing, apple pie. Her fondness for the fruit was also passed down to their eldest child as Regina loved apples.

Milah was no talent in the kitchen but Rumple had to agree that when his late wife made apple pie, it felt like a gift from above.

Rumple was the talent in the kitchen, able to make things from recipes or even from scratch but he could never make apple pie like Milah and Regina did. Regina had inherited both parents' skill in the kitchen and it looks like Regina wanted to surprise her siblings, especially her youngest sister.

"You'll have to take the lead on this one Gina," said Rumple. "I've tried making her pie and I always fail."

"Come on Papa," began Regina with a bright smile as her father agreed with her plan. "Yours was delicious as well but mama has a special ingredient."

Rumpel raised an eyebrow but Regina shook her head as she motioned with her hands, zipping her lips. "Not where anyone can hear." She then grabbed his hand and all but dragged him into the kitchen.

"Now I am very intrigued about this secret ingredient," said Rumple as they got to the kitchen. "I take it you've asked the staff to vacate the kitchen until lunch?"

"Yes," replied Regina as she handed him an apron and went to prepare the ingredients. "I'm not really sure I can do this again...it's been so long."

Rumple smiled as she placed hand over his daughter's. "I know you can, Gina." He smiled as his daughter did the same. "You're a natural in the kitchen."

"I have missed cooking and baking," said Regina as she took some apples and handed it to her father. "The apples most of all."

"You and your love for this fruit still astounds me," said Rumple as he watched the apples and began cutting them for the pie.

"I can still remember the day we went apple picking you know," teased Regina. "You lifted me up on your shoulders so I could get my hands on bright red ones. I felt like I was on the top of the world."

Rumple smiled at the memory. Regina had grown right in front of his eyes and he was a fool not to recognize that fact. His little girl was no longer so little but a young woman in her own right, even taking own the mantle of being the eldest and being a sort of mother figure her siblings could look up to and find comfort since their father had been too busy in his own grief.

Suddenly a warm hand was over his and Rumple turned to see Regina smiling up at him. She didn't say anything but a lot of things were conveyed by her smile and Rumple smiled back before focusing on the perfect slices of apples he had to do for the pie.

"So," began Rumple as Regina mixed a few ingredients together in a bowl. "Might as well get this out into the open," he paused as Regina turned to him, confused. "Robin dropped by the house the other day."

"Oh," replied Regina, her cheeks reddening slightly as she focused back on the bowl in her hands. "That's...why would I care, father?"

"Regina," began Rumple, his face stern. "I may be old but I'm not stupid." He turned to her, his face passive and devoid of all emotion and Regina stared at him in wide-eyed terror. Rumple couldn't resist but finally broke into a smile. "Sorry, just had to get the strict protective father out of my system." He paused and thought about it. "Did you really just call me father?"

Regina rolled her eyes at him and resisted the urge to throw a handful of flour at his direction. "You sacred me, papa."

"My intention, Gina," replied Rumple. "I mean I know you're growing up but boys this early is just going to turn all my hair white."

Regina laughed as they settled into a nice silence, focusing on the task at hand. Once the pie was finally cooking in the oven. Regina and Rumple sat by the kitchen and ate some of the leftover apple slices.

"So the reason why the doors were locked during the night before you went back to the Enchanted Forest?" asked Regina as she ate another slice.

"Well, I was going to ask you about it yes," began rumple. "But you manage to climb to Fraulein Belle's room." He paused remembering that night. "I did however mane to talk to Robin."

Regina's eyes widened. "Papa you didn't."

"Hey he's still dropping by so I didn't scare him off," argued Rumple and Regina slapped his arm, though it wasn't hard. "Honestly, I shouldn't even be the one talking to you about this and don't even start by telling me you love hi-"

"Papa!"

Rumple raised his arms in surrender. "I'm a father Regina. We're paranoid when it comes to our daughters."

"I can see that," mumbled Regina but soon found herself smiling. "Don't worry Papa. You're still the most important man in my life."

"Of course I am," replied Rumple as he took Regina's free hand. "And I know that won't change even if Robin Heller comes in and proposes."

"Papa!" reprimanded Regina again. "Honestly, we're not even a couple yet and you're already jumping to marriage."

"I know, I'm sorry but that's what fathers do," said Rumple. "I'm mostly rational about things but I guess seeing my daughter suddenly become a young lady, wondering when had all these time passed...it's just…"

Regina wrapped her arms around her father and rested her head on his shoulder. No words were needed. Regina understood where her father was coming from, she knew what he was feeling, knew where his mind wandered at this point….missing her mother.

"I'm going to try Regina," began Rumple as he leaned his head to hers. "I mean I know you won't be comfortable talking to me about boys and crushes and all that...and I wouldn't even want to hear them in the first place." He lifted his head to meet her eye. "But I'll try to be both a mother and a father in the circumstances."

"Papa, I'm not asking you to," began Regina with a small smile. "You being our parents is enough. You are more than enough."