A/n: This is just an intro chapter just to, of course, introduce my concept to the world. I am going off my desire to see an Emma and Neal reunion as well as probable spoilers and speculation. Please let me know what you think and if I should continue!

Emma sighed for probably the billionth time since she left Maine. She couldn't believe she had actually agreed to do this, not that she had any choice in the matter and it could have been worse but she still would prefer not to be there.

She strolled the busy streets of New York City with a frown. It wasn't that she didn't like New York City or cities in general, it was where she had spent a lot of time after all. Tallahassee was the one place she had stayed the longest, followed then by Boston and then Storybrooke. And she had spent a few months in New York and loved it, always wanting to return but never getting there.

The fact of the matter was she was on some ridiculous errand by Mr. Gold in search of his long lost son. She didn't know how she expected to find him and she explained that to Gold and that was when he gave her a ball. A battered, old, brown ball and then poured some magical powder over it. He explained that this would lead her straight to him wherever he was.

Her parents and Henry were more than opposed to her leaving the town on a wild goose chase but Emma had made a deal and she was not one to break out of her word and even then she still held true to the idea that saving Alexandra was worth anything Gold could throw at her and that included going to possibly the ends of the earth to find Gold's son.

She was relieved enough when the ball led her straight into New York City and so there she was, walking down the streets with this ball in her hands, vibrating stronger and stronger with each step she took.

"Woah!" The ball almost flew out of her hands as she walked in front of a small cafe and then started to glow as she faced the door.

She still didn't know much about magic but she would say that was a clue that who she was looking for was right through those doors. She was honestly surprised that it didn't take as long as she thought but she was always good at finding people.

As she pushed open the door and stepped inside she wondered what Gold's son would even look like or how old he'd be as Gold said he hadn't a clue since time was different. Gold gave her a sketch of when he was a boy but if he had grown to be a middle-aged man that wouldn't do much good.

The small cafe was surprisingly crowded, people at every table and booth, even people standing around drinking coffee and chatting. She pursed her lips and scanned the crowd looking for anyone that could resemble Gold's son.

The ball continued to shake in her hands, both she and it knew whoever he was was most certainly in here.

She relied on the ball, turning ever so slightly to the right or left then taking a few steps around people, feeling it vibrate faster or slower depending on where she stepped.

Then, as a couple moved out of her way, she spotted a lone man sitting in one of the booths near the window and her heart nearly stopped.

He was older, ten years older, and more sophisticated, dressed in an actual suit and tie but there was no denying the familiarity of his face. She knew the image of him would be burned into her memory forever especially now because of Henry.

But it had to be a mere coincidence that he was there. There was no way that he could be the man she was searching for.

She started to turn away, determined to not let him see her and move on to find the man she came here for but as she did the ball shook in protest and started to pull her back towards him.

Her eyes widened as she realized the impossible truth. He was the man she was searching for...and she would have to face him.

She let out a breath and tightened her jaw. She could do that, she had faced worse. She had faced a dragon, an ogre and a giant, surely she could handle him.

She swallowed hard, gave herself an encouraging nod, slipped the ball into her bag and for the first time in ten years, approached Neal Cassidy.