Why is Belle always hiding my green tie? I think to myself as I look through the closet my wife, Belle, and I share for my favorite green and blue stripped tie. It is a beautiful article of clothing and yet she believes it to be hideous. Great looking girl, but lacks in fashion sense. Years ago, I would have never thought that I would be spending my life, my mortal life, in a place called Storybrooke Maine, with a terribly brave and beautiful woman, who not only knew of my past but accepted me despite of it. I also would never had believed that I would have daughter who shines just as brightly as her mother, but also has a spark of magic in her like her father. Bae, or Neal I suppose, my son adores his little sister and finds it hilarious that she and his children are playmates. A fact I would never believe and still try to come to grips with, is that my son would marry and have children with the Evil Queen, whose mother I was romantically involved with. My family has become rather twisted.

Thinking about it sometimes gives me a headache and the fact that I can't find my tie only adds to my frustration. Giving up on looking in the closet, I head downstairs to look in the laundry room for the garment, and to stop in the kitchen to get an advil. I have no such luck in the laundry room, the only thing I find of any interest is pair of mudstained shirts, one a man's size the other belonging to a small child, with pirate skulls on them. Ugh. They must have been from the time Killian and his son, Davey, came over to play with my Rosie, and they all decided to play in the mud to look for buried treasure. My wife decided it would only be polite to offer them our clothes while she cleaned theirs. Thinking about that moronic pirate being at my house made my headache advance to a migraine. I really needed that advil now.

Accepting that pirate into my life has been one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Even limiting my magic to save my relationship with Belle was not that hard. Travelling to Neverland to save my grandson Henry helped me come to terms with the fact that he was not a completely horrendous person. I saw him take charge of a dangerous situation and put everyone's needs above his own. He was brave and self sacrificing when it came to rescuing Henry, and he got us all home in one piece. I still don't like the man and I'm glad I cut off his hand. He stole my first wife, the punishment for stealing is taking one's hand. And I didn't like him any more when he became involved with my son's baby's mother. Emma and Hook's relationship was fast, passionate and completely out of nowhere( at least that's what I thought). Things became complicated when Bae returned to us from the enchanted forest, but Emma and Bae realized they were different people from the people they were when they first fell for eachother, and it was clear the Hook and Emma were true loves. If Bae hadn't have found love with Regina, I may have been inclined to intervene, but no good ever comes from my meddling. Things worked themselves out, Bae married Regina and has two sons, Emma and Hook, Killian, married as well, and had a set of boy and girl twins and another little girl. I ended up giving his hand back as a wedding gift. Yes, everything has ended up quite nice. Except for the fact that i have to see that idiot pirate everyday of my life. Nothing feels better than that painkiller making its way down my throat. As I clean my cup in the sink, I hear a crash coming from the basement. " Belle?" I call. No, she is at the library still, so it must be " Rosie?". Again I hear a crash and a scream, and I rush down the steps to my six year old daughter. When I reach the bottom of the steps I take in the scene around me. My daughter is on the floor with a ring in her hand, red liquid on her hand, and purple smoke surrounding her. " Rosie!" I scream and run toward her. " What happened? Are you ok?" I quickly search her and am relieved to find that the red liquid on her hands is not blood. " What is this?" My daughter just sits there and shakes. " Rosie, answer me! What have you done?"

" I brought something back" she whispered. I looked at her confused.

" what do you mean sweetie?"

" You said there was a match to this ring. I wanted to find it because you said it was red, and red is my favorite color. This ring is blue and I wanted red. I made a spell to bring back things that were once lost." She looks at me with such hope that I would understand. Secretly I am proud that my daughter wants to practice magic, and takes the initiative to create her own spells. She does have a tendency though to make spells that more powerful than intended, or things go wrong completely. i take the ring and look at it more closely. It was Milah's ring, the one she gave to me for marriage. I knew where the red one was, but I have not explained to my daughter the manner of her Uncle Killian's and my relationship.

" Well, Rose, the other ring is not lost, it is in the hands of someone else. I suppose that is the reason the spell did not work," I explain, sorry to tell her the spell was a dud.

"No, it worked papa," she tells me and points toward the corner of the room. I look over and am surprised and horrified to realize we are not alone in the room. Shuddering on the floor, is a nude and confused woman. A woman I would know anywhere.

"Rose, what have you done?"