Clare doesn't really have a plan once they finally walk into Gold's pawn shop. All this time in Storybrooke and Clare never had the opportunity to make the acquaintance of the man who owned the town. She had heard about Rumpelstiltskin of course, she knew the stories – or at least the ones she was familiar with growing up. Clare notices the spinning wheel in the corner but no Gold until he comes out from the back.

"Ah, Miss Logan, what can I do for you?" he greets, noting Emma and Killian behind her.

Clare stalks over to him, her knuckles itching to make a fist. She's typically not a violent person but she does know how to throw a mean punch if necessary. "What you can do is tell us what you did," she seethes.

Gold sighs, leaning on his cane. "I'm sorry, you're gonna have to be more specific,"

"You know damn well what we're talking about," Killian retorts.

"You did who knows what to this town!" Emma adds.

"My son almost died today," Clare says bluntly, "and I'm almost willing to bet, you had something to do with that,"

Gold studies her carefully. "Well, that is quite a litany of grievances now, isn't it? I'll address the last one first, for you Miss Logan. I had nothing to do with Michael eating that turnover. I did however warn Mariana that all magic comes with a price and she ignored me, determined to do whatever it took to get rid of you," he says.

"So Michael ate the turn over on his own. You still could have stopped Mariana when you had the chance,"

"But it wasn't my place to break the curse, dearie; that was your task and you did it. Congratulations for that," Gold counters, "Now, allow me to answer your questions with some of my own, all right? Did your dear boy, Michael, survive?"

"Yeah,"

"The witch's curse is broken and let's see, Miss Logan, how long have you been searching for your parents? Looks like you're reunited. Seems like I deserve a thank-you,"

Clare looks at him icily. She knows guys like him, always twisting the bad things they've done back onto the other person but in this case, everything is true. She is reunited with her parents finally, Michael did survive and Mariana's behind bars where she belongs.

"Twist my words all you want. What was the purple haze that you brought?" Clare questions.

Gold smiles, raising a finger. "Y'know...Magic," he chimes.

"Why?" Emma wonders.

"Not telling," he retorts, "I will offer you this piece of advice, free or charge, Miss Logan,"

"What's that?"

"Relax," Gold muses, "Go home, rest up and enjoy this time with your parents because tomorrow, things are going to get worse before they get better. But tonight, tonight is my gift to you,"

Clare glances at her parents and then to Gold again. "What's coming tomorrow?"

He shrugs. "Worry about that tomorrow," he retorts, "And I promise, knowing Mariana is safe behind bars, no
harm will come to her...for now,"

Clare doesn't want to believe him, he is Rumpelstiltskin after all but a good night's rest doesn't sound like a bad idea either. She could use a good long rest, time to get her head together and enjoy the quiet moments with her family, her parents and grandparents.

"This isn't over," she warns him, "So I would be very careful about your next steps, otherwise next time I won't hesitate to beat it out of you,"

"I'll be waiting Clare,"

Clare turns to her parents before stalking out of the shop. Emma and Killian glare at him before joining her outside as she checks her watch.

It's 4 p.m.

Half of the day is already gone and from the time she woke up to now, she saved her sons' life, broke a curse, reunited with her parents, helped stop an angry mob and met the most dangerous man in Storybrooke.

"I would like really to sing some karaoke right now," Clare reasons aloud as Emma looks at her. "I know, I didn't appreciate it before but it would be nice,"

"Or enjoy that glass of wine," she adds, "It has been a long day,"

"My boat isn't my boat," Killian reasons, "The real Jolly Roger is bigger than whatever the bloody Hell that thing is Mariana created,"

Clare starts laughing and it isn't long before Emma is laughing along with her and Killian too.

"Let's go home Clare," she offers.

Clare's never really had a home. She's lived in different places but not a real place she could call home. She's always defined a home as a place where her family was: her parents, sisters, maybe brothers. Emma's flat is the closest they get and as soon as Clare walks through the door, the place feels different to her. It's not a flat or a temporary living space, but home.

She goes to her room and drops onto the soft bed, lying there a moment before coming back into the main room. Emma finds a bottle of wine and pours three glasses and as she hands her daughter and husband a glass and there's a knock on the door.

Clare sets her wine glass down and walks over, opening it a bit at first and then wider, as Michael runs into her arms and she happily embraces him. Mary Margaret and Charming are behind him, smiling at her. "Apparently,
this little guy was a handful, even for seven dwarves," he says, "We took him off their hands an hour ago,"

"Is everything all right now?" Michael asks.

Clare looks up at Charming. "Is everything okay? Mariana's locked up but we can't hold her for long," she reasons.

Charming and Mary Margaret step into the apartment and Emma runs over to them both, hugging them. "Mariana doesn't have her powers and she's safe from the town – for now until there's a more permanent solution," he reasons as Clare picks up her glass of wine again. "For now...what are we doing?"

"Not worrying about anything," she reasons, "which is fine with me although I still have a craving for karaoke,"

"It's too early for that," Emma reminds her, "but I do have a Wii,"

"This is weird," Clare says suddenly and everyone looks at her. "It was weird this morning and now, I don't know what it is,"

"We'll take it one day at a time Clare," Killian manages, "What matters is that we're together finally,"

She smiles at him thoughtfully. "I wanted this for so long and I had been angry with you for so long too because I thought," she starts, feeling the tears swell in her eyes, "I thought that you had abandoned me and maybe I was damaged goods or something. The possibility of a witch's curse or that my parents are characters out of a fairytale – you're real," she looks at Charming, "You're my grandfather," she says and looks at Snow, "and my grandmother. Who would have thought I'm descended from Prince Charming and Snow White,"

"You're the savior," Michael pipes, smiling, "and even if you didn't believe the curse was true, I knew that you would always break the witch's curse,"

Clare kneels down in front of Michael. "I should have believed you," she cries, "You showed up on my doorstep on my 28th birthday with a story that my parents were cursed and you blackmail me into taking you home,"

He shrugs. "It was your destiny, Clare," he reasons.

"I'm sorry Michael," Clare cries, "I'm sorry for not believing you and everything,"

"It's okay," he says, "I know why you gave me away. It's the same reason why they did: to give you your best chance,"

Clare hugs him again and turns back to her parents and grandparents. None of them know what she's been through, the kind of life that she's had and yet, before she was even born, all they knew was that she was the savior and she was going to save everyone. It's a lot of responsibility for one person, all lot of hope on the word of a crazy imp. She could have decided differently and then, they – her family – would still be cursed.

Destiny could have gone a different way.

"Hey," Snow says, as if reading her thoughts, "We all believed in you Clare,"

"You barely knew me," she cries, "All you knew was a name and the hope that maybe I would do what I was supposed to do. I could have chosen differently and then, none of this would have happened,"

"We had faith," Charming reasons, "because that's the kind of family we are, and yes – you could have chosen differently and we still could have been cursed but we're family, and family always finds each other,"

She shrugs. "I looked for several years and I never found you, then again – I didn't think that my parents were actual fairytale characters or royalty for that matter,"

"Hey," Michael adds, looking between his grandfather and great grandfather, "Can either of you teach me how to use a sword?"

Killian laughs. "I could. In my experience, former pirates are usually the best to teach young boys how to sword fight,"

"No," Clare retorts, wiping her tears, "That is completely out of the question,"

Killian nods no at him but as soon as Clare's head is turned, he nods yes and winks at him.

"Prince's are better," Charming adds, "for learning how to sword fight,"

"Don't I get in a say in this?" Clare wonders as Killian and Charming look at her. "No sword fights and no magic. All I want is a peaceful evening with my – family, my family," enunciating that last term as they look at her thoughtfully. "I have a family, parents and grandparents who happen to be Prince Charming and Snow White. I didn't even believe in the curse yesterday and I broke it,"

"We always believed in you, Clare," Charming assures her, "We will always believe in you,"

"Welcome to the family Clare," Snow says and comes over to her, embracing her. "I remember a teenage girl that was as rebellious and stubborn as you are. Someone even once called her a 'stupid, naive, incredulous girl',"

Clare laughs. "Who's that?"

Emma raises her hand. "Guilty," she says.

"But she's my girl and I don't care one way or another," he says, kissing her cheek.

"I guess it runs in the family," Clare muses, "There's still a lot none of you don't know about me, and even if I told you, I'm not sure that you would put me on a such high pedestal,"

Snow shrugs. "So, we'll get to know you in time," she reasons and looks at Michael, "and you too,"

Michael smiles at her, and Emma does too. "Clare," Emma starts, "I don't blame you if you're still lost and maybe a little angry -"

"Oh no, I'm not," she reassures her, "I just hope I don't disappoint any of you. Savior is a big title to live up too and as I understand it, only part of my job is done,"

"You won't be alone fighting," Killian adds, "We'll fight together – as a family,"

She smiles at them.

"And you will never be alone again Clare," her father promises.

Clare believes that and that feeling warms her heart, a feeling she thought that she would never feel: belonging to someone, belonging to a family she never thought that she would find. The world could end tomorrow but none of it matters because she has the one – two things she always wished for: her family and a home.

The End