CHoosing all this crap over me. Letting me go, now, it's my turn. And I'm letting you go

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eal watched as his papa took the bottle from him, and, he stood back as his papa healed his injury with the magic he'd just found. It made him flashback to when he'd been injured by that cart, and, his papa tried to use magic to heal the injury. Neal hadn't wanted have the magic heal it, his father using the magic only made him get more and more worse. No matter how fast it made things better.

"Yeah, I guess that is better." Neal said, standing upright. "Magic always makes things better doesn't it?"

Now that his papa was better, Neal didn't have a reason to worry so much about him. Which caused his walls to go back up, just as strong as they'd been before. Especially while he's around his father, the man who abandoned him when he was 14 and needed him the most.

Neal cleared his throat, as he looked around the motel. "Ok, well, we'd better get ho... I mean back to the apartment." Neal knew it was his home, but, it wasn't his papa's home. "I mean, the motel owners will be here soon, and, Emma and Henry will probably start to worry if we're not back soon."

He didn't look at his papa right now, there was just a bit too much pain that came with it. Neal wasn't letting himself lose control of his emotions again. "You're better now, so I guess we don't have to walk back the same way we walked here. As close as we were." Neal sighed softly.

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notes: Walls back up

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Rumple watched his son, who seemed to grow a bit more distant once the injury had been healed. He supposed that made sense- he had only been concerned about his father. Now that there was no reason to be concerned, it was perfectly normal to go back to being on guard. Rumple almost regretted that he needed to heal himself. He might have been able to spend a little more time with his son.

Now things were going to go back to how they used to be. If anything, it was going to be a little worse, as Neal had just seen that Rumple had once again used magic to solve his problems. Perhaps it would show that things hadn't really changed. Though Rumple had thought there was no other choice, should he have allowed himself to go to the hospital to deal with the wound? Risk losing sight of who he really was?

He frowned, feeling a bit unsure of himself now that things were said and done. He couldn't help but wonder if he hadn't made the wrong choice again.

Sighing, he got himself to his feet, leaning against the wall for support. It was only then that he realized they hadn't brought his cane with them, so walking was going to be a bit difficult for him.

"Yes, well, I don't know how much walking I'm going to be able to do," Rumple replied with a sigh, "but I'll manage. Let's just get you back to your apartment before you're missed. When Miss Swan gets angry with me she can be a little... difficult."

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Neal Cassidy

Rumplestiltskin

Neal had let himself be off his guard when he'd thought that his papa was going to die. The love and concern for his father had started to come through, but, now that he was better there was no concern needed. Of course, he didn't know why he'd been concerned. Since his papa was immortal, and, would always find a way to get a loophole around anything.

The fact that he had tracked down magic to heal himself proved maybe he hadn't changed. Using the whole 'he didn't have a choice' excuse wouldn't be anything new. Since he had always had the option to go to the hospital, he would've protected him if he'd had to. But, his papa didn't trust that.

Neal sighed softly as he kept his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Turning his head back, Neal watched his papa stand up slowly. They didn't exactly have his papa's cane with them. Neal was sure they'd get back there, but, it may not be easy.

"Well, I'm sure we'll figure it out." Neal said, sighing softly. "Yeah, let's get back there. Well, I'm sure her anger is alot like yours. And, I've seen the bad side of both of those."

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"Like mine?" Rumple frowned at the thought, "if her anger is anything like mine, then she is far from the savior I thought she was." He imagined she was a pain in the ass when she was angry, and good at shouting, but there was no way her anger compared to his. He killed people when he was angry- he went out of his way to make people suffer.

That was what it meant to be the Dark One. He was not a good person.

He limped his way slowly out of the motel room, using whatever he could for support as he went. Sometimes, he really hated his limp. Still, he managed to get out of the room, waiting for Neal to leave before closing the door behind him. With any luck, no one would even know they had been in there. He sighed softly, still using the building's wall to support himself as he made his way back the way they had come.

"Perhaps we can hail another cab," Rumple suggested, "now that I'm... more conscious, I can pay for it. It might save me a bit of pain and you a lot of time." He didn't mention anything about what had just happened with the potion. He knew it was a subject that his son wouldn't want to talk about

The sooner they forgot about it, the better.

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Neal Cassidy

Everything that happens.

Happens by design.

Neal Cassidy

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"At times she scared me just as much." Neal admitted with a small chuckle in his voice. "When we were together, yeah she wasn't the complete saviour." To be fair, when you're with someone, you don't exactly want to deal with an angry woman, because it's a clue you're in some trouble. But, also Emma and his papa were different at the same time.

Emma wasn't the Dark One, and, she'd never kill anyone for her needs.

Neal watched his papa make his way out of the motel room, and, he noticed his papa trying to find anything to support himself. But, Neal wasn't exactly ready to support him. Neal made his own way out of the room, and, waited while his papa closed the motel room door. He wondered if anyone would notice that they'd been in there. If past was anything to go on, no-one would have found out they were even there. Neal walked slowly with his papa, as they made the way back they came.

"Yeah, maybe we could." Neal said, lowering his head gently. "I guess it would save a bit of time. And, since we left your cane back, it may be a good idea." Neal kept his hands in his pockets, as he made his way closer to his papa, but, keeping a bit of distance.

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Rumple chuckled faintly. He highly doubted that Emma was anything like him when she was angry, mostly because Neal had never seen him when he was at his angriest. He had never seem him snap and go on a rampage- there had been few times in his life where such anger had taken hold of him. Generally, he had always kept his rage to himself. Still, that quiet revenge had been terrifying in its own right, he imagined.

Emma's anger had probably been more... traditional. he wondered what Neal would have done if he had been around while Emma was pregnant. THAT would have been some epic anger. He still remembered the moods Minah could get into when she was pregnant.

Men always lost when a pregnant woman got angry.

Rumple nodded and limped a little further down the street, where the roads became more travelled and cabs could be seen. He waved one down, though it was very awkward for him to stand without his cane or anything else for support, and managed to get a cab to pull over for them. He smiled and moved around the car to get in the other side, so Neal could get in on the side closest to the street.

Once Neal's address was given, it was simply a matter of driving back to the apartment. Rumple sighed softly, feeling a little uncomfortable in the silence between them. It felt like things had gone right back to when he had first arrived in New York. "... Thank you," he said after a moment, "for your help in this. It probably would have been easier if you just let me die."

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Neal Cassidy

Everything that happens.

Happens by design.

Neal Cassidy

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Neal knew that Emma may not be as bad as his father when she was angry, but, she did scare him. Mainly because when she was angry, he knew he was in trouble. But, she had never really killed anyone, or hurt them just because they owed something to them. His papa had gone bat-shit angry to get what he had to. No matter who he hurt in the process.

Her anger was more based on reactions to things he did. Of course, if he'd been around for the pregnancy things might have changed in the ways of anger persay. Pregnancy usually caused people to get moody or angry over even the littlest thing. He'd never seen or dealt with it personally, but, he'd seen it a few times at work.

Hell hath no fury like a pissed off pregnant woman.

Neal stood next to the building while he waited for his father to hail a cab. He heard his phone go off, and, picked it up out of his pocket. He saw that it was a text from his boss asking him to work tonight. Texting back quickly, Neal then placed his phone back in his pocket. Looking up, Neal saw the cab pull up, and, he made his way over towards it, making his way inside the cab.

Leaning back against the seat, Neal sat next to his father. The two of them being basically quiet during the trip. Neal didn't need to worry about his father anymore, so, his walls had been back up, causing an uncomfortable silence. "What?" Neal asked, focusing on his father as he broke the silence. "Oh, um no problem." Neal said, with a small sigh. Neal didn't say his true feelings in reaction, and, just came up with another one. "Easier for who? No-one deserves to die. Besides it was the honourable thing to do."

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Rumple frowned, looking out the window. "I wonder if it was," he replied absently, though didn't say anything else on the matter. He knew what it meant to be the Dark One- he was everyone's enemy. A villain. A threat that needed to be stopped. The kind of threat that the heroes wouldn't be wrong to end permanently. He sighed softly, frowning to himself as the cab drove them back to the apartment complex.

He supposed Neal wouldn't leave him to die because he was his son and it wouldn't have been the right thing to do, but he still wasn't sure if it was the smart thing to do. A lot of people would find peace with his death, that was for sure. Probably even his son.

The trip back was silent, Rumple in a thoughtful mood. He got out of the cab once they arrived and paid for the ride, sending the car off without a problem. Even though he wasn't used to the land without magic, he was a quick learner and it had never taken him very long to adapt.

He slowly limped his way over to the building, looking up at it for a moment while he waited for Neal to join him. This whole thing had been a lot harder than he had expected, but with any luck, nothing else was going to come along and ruin his attempt to reconnect with his son.

That had to have been the worst of it... right?

"We better get back up there," he sighed, "I'm sure Henry and Emma are wondering where we've been. We don't... need to mention what happened to them. It's probably less of a hassle if they don't know."

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Neal Cassidy (we can end this with your next post)

Everything that happens.

Happens by design.

Neal Cassidy

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"It was." Neal said, sighing softly, but, he didn't really say much else. Neal didn't want to tell the truth about why he'd wanted to save him. Neal may have seen him as a bad-guy, and, had been abandoned by the man. But, deep down he still loved the man, and, he always had.

Neal didn't want to lose his father, there was a difference between anger and hatred. The man didn't need to have him die, in order to get what he wanted. What he wanted was his family.

Leaning against the window, Neal stayed in silence. He was in a reflective mood. Getting out of the cab, Neal stood there while he waited for his papa to pay for the cab driver. That time it was a somewhat smoother experience, then what it had been when it was a motel.

Neal just stayed back for a minute, looking at his father. He didn't know why it still brought a strange feeling to him. He made his way towards his father, standing next to him. Neal wanted to reconnect with his father, even if he didn't know it quite yet. Or admit it out loud.

He couldn't lose him again... could he?

"Yeah, we'd better." Neal said, glancing up at the apartment. "I'm sure they have. But, they shouldn't worry so much. Um, if you're sure papa. I guess you're right. Why worry them?"

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