A/N: This is the last chapter! Thanks to all who have reviewed (keep reviewing btw) Thanks also to Promise777, we worked on the ideas together :)

Chapter Twenty-One: The Final Word

"I've kept a few trinkets from the past," Mr. Gold told them. "I just keep them in places you'd never look." They were back inside the house and Rumpelstiltskin had just showed them that they also had an attic in their house, he just never went up there.

After he undid the latch and the lock that went along with it, they headed up the staircase just off the side in Rumpel's room.

"So that's why you never let me in here to clean up," Belle said.

"Of course, not with your curiosity," Rumpel said, shaking his head. As they headed up the rickety old staircase, Bae smelt something familiar about the place. His first view was all he needed to see.

"Gold!" Belle gasped.

"You always said I'd spun more than I could ever spend," Mr. Gold said, eyeing Belle as she too, recalled that memory, but more importantly what happened soon after...

She shook her head.

"We're still rich," Rumpel said with a wide grin, looking at Bae who smirked.

The boy looked around, seeing that the entire left half of the attic was gold. The other half contained smaller tokens. He found his old set of clothing before his father became the Dark One, wanting to keep the set for himself.

Rumpel allowed him this, and then Belle spotted the chipped cup in the corner on an end table.

"After Regina took that," Rumpel interjected as she picked it up. "I put it up here where no one could take from me again."

"You held onto this?" Belle asked, looking at him with a smile on her face. "Why? It's just a chipped cup."

Mr. Gold fell silent for a moment.

"It was the last I had of you after Regina told me you were dead," Rumpel replied.

"Oh," she said, setting it back on the table. She walked over to Rumpelstiltskin to hug him, feeling him return her favor, but he could only offer her one arm. Belle looked up at Rumpel, and unable to restrain herself, she kissed him.

Bae happened to look over.

"Ewwwww!" he exclaimed in sarcasm, then he started laughing as his father found his kickball and gave it a hard kick across the room with his good leg. Bae dodged the ball, catching it in his hand.

"Not in the house boys!" Belle exclaimed, but she was smiling too.

That evening, Bae and his father were taking care of the shop, though they were not open for business. Baelfire found a sword in one of the cases on display. He turned to his father.

"Papa, how long has been since you've handled a sword?" Bae asked.

"A sword?" Rumpel asked. "Well, I handled one against Prince James here before he got married to Snow White. Otherwise, not too often."

"We should duel," Bae suggested, returning to his job of straightening the shop and cleaning off some of the antiques. He saw that look in his father's eyes...

"Drop it," Rumpel said, and Bae dropped the rag, reaching behind the counter for two swords, tossing one to his father and then bolting out the door.

Rumpel caught up with him in the lot just outside the shop. The blades clashed, and Bae found that his father was quite rusty.

"Come on Papa!" Bae scolded, bantering with him.

"Oh yeah? When was the last time you held a sword?" Rumpelstiltskin asked as he came in close to Bae with the blades crossed between them.

"A few months ago," he replied, thrusting his father back.

"Ha!" Rumpel said as he blocked Bae's head strike. He spun around, getting Baelfire to back up. Out of breath, Rumpel paused the duel to lock up the shop, starting with his office, and then going to the front door...

That evening, Belle had a large pot of soup on the stove, hoping the two would come back home eventually. She'd just taken out the bowls for each of them, when she heard the door open.

"There you two are," Belle greeted them, then seeing their condition. Each was panting, smiling and they were just in the middle of a conversation. "What were you doing?"

"I just bested him in a duel," Bae said, allowing their swords to rest in the sheaths up against the couch in the living room. She saw Rumpel's face.

"It's not untrue," he admitted, and Belle smiled, shaking her head before she kissed him quickly.

"Soup's on," she informed them, and Baelfire came running to the table. His stomach had been begging for food all afternoon.

Belle told the two about Regina. With her power stripped from her, she has still been making some of a recovery at the hospital, but her attitude was lost without her power and she seemed so full of pride she didn't speak much. Bae was happy he didn't kill her, and he feared that he'd been giving in to the darker side of himself.

Still, Baelfire's name never appeared on the dagger, though his father watched closely for it each and every day. The Dark One seemed to be a thing of the past, and now they could finally start over. Rumpel had Belle and Baelfire, finally able to see what his son saw in a life without magic. Belle was simply happy to have Rumpelstiltskin back and to remember her past. Baelfire, he gained a lot more than he bargained for, but that's how things always seemed to work around his father.

They could finally live their happily ever after, magic and all.