This story is based off of 'Turning Back Time' by OUATLovr. I just really loved it, and thought I could make my own version. I hope this is okay with you.

The line breaks are the 'OUAT' Commercials. Trying to make this as show-like as possible! Thank you, please R&R, you'd make me so happy!

Emma was chasing Baelfire, Rumple's son, little did she know that she knew the boy; now grown into a man, a few years older than her.

"YAAH!" She hollered, tumbling onto him, shifting him on his back as she departed after looking at the man's face. "Neal?" She said in a whispered voice, severely shell-shocked with all of the weight of pressure and surprise.

"Emma?" Neal said in much confusement as Emma had. "Wha..what are you doing here?" He began, getting to his knees with Emma's still shocked expression ripped onto her face, all of her feminine features crunching up, threatening tears to pour from her face.

"You're from there? Do you have any idea who I am, who I'm from?" She stammered in disbelief. "I can't believe you never told me!" Her beady eyes stood and nearly cried. "And, even for worse, your father is Rumpelstiltskin?"

"He sent you Emma?" Neal's voice filled with betrayal and fury. He'd been running from his father, all his life because he broke their deal. He was a coward.

"Bae, I'm sorry," His father's voice was filled with remorse as like he used to comfort his child.

"Don't," Neal felt the same betrayal feeling. "I'll never forgive you for what you've done." As much h as Rumple didn't want to admit it, his son was telling every bit of the truth. He would never love him like this, not old and grown fatherless.

"Bae.." He began breaking off his sentence as he held up a box against his palm on the cane. "I'm sorry for what I've done, I can't rewrite the past.." Neal rose a brow. "..But I can recreate it."

Rumple opened the box as a purple smoke engulfed his son from all sides.

"I'm sorry, Bae, it's the only way." His face wrinkled up, threatening tears. Neal attempted to shout out a plea as he inhaled the smoke, on accident. Magic ran throughout his veins as he collapsed to his knees.

Rumple hurried over to assist his son. Everything in Neal's perspective was hazy, he couldn't see much of anything.

"Hurry along, now." His father insisted with a grim expression, but happiness in his eyes.

"What did you do?" He acted as if he just passed out, which he did, getting to his legs.

"Why, nothing. You just fell asleep, must've been something you ate." He motioned him to a couch as he felt Neal's arms. They felt.. slimmer, much like a child's, or at least Rumple imagined it. Every passing moment, his muscle slowly deflated. But very, very slowly.

"I have to get back to Henry," Neal jerked off Rumple's grip. "..And Tamara, and Emma." He added on.

"But, Bae, if you feel like this again.. come to me," His desperate son hadn't heard more or less. He hurried out the door.

"..You will come back soon, Baelfire."

Neal pocketed his smaller hands to his coat pockets, like he hadn't noticed any change at all. "What did he do to me? He did something, I know it." Neal thought aloud. He approached Granny's, and saw everyone in there, celebrating; something, to say the least.

"Hey, Emma?" He walked in, more skinny now. "What's going on?"

"We're celebrating Kathryn's return," Henry replied as if popping out of nowhere, instead of Emma whom he had called for. "'Cause we're happy Snow didn't murder her."

"'We're so glad you didn't kill Mrs. Nolan'," Mary Margaret read aloud, laughing, whilst holding a card made by her class.

"..Kathryn, who's that again, Henry?"

"King Midas' daughter, Abigal, or former bride of Gramps Charming." Henry said.

"Oh, okay. Where's your mother?" His voice cracked the slightest, as it went up a little bit higher and his height went down by about twenty centimeters.

"She's in the hallway,"

"Thanks, kid." Neal thanked him, ruffling his hair as he began having a hard time walking in his now gapped shoes. "Emma?" He said, raising his voice, only to be greeted with yet another voice crack. His voice scooped even higher, he sounded like he was in his mid twenties instead of almost thirty.

"Oh! Neal, where have you been?" Emma recoiled herself back from a telephone, holding her red leathered jacket in hand.

"Apparently at my father's shop.." His scarf appeared to cover his chin, now. He shrunk around the size of Emma's. His facial hair departed; but his scarf was covering this process.

"Hey, Neal, have you lost weight or something?" She'd lift Neal's, now Baelfire's arm in weight, up.

"Err! No." He said, his Neal voice vaguely there anymore, as he swiped back his arm in childish embarrassment. His chin, nose, and facial features slowly changed alongside his facial hair. He'd grow smaller, every two minutes until he'll eventually pass Henry's height.

"Are you feeling okay?"

"..Yes, yes, it must be nothing.." Less than a sliver of his voice was left as Neal. It was completely Bae's now. He felt his vocal cords changing and shifting as he gulped. "I have to go!" He tried out his best Neal impression, uncontrollably blurting out -again, like a child..- as his clothing began drooping over him. After he nearly yelled at Emma, he took a break out to the restrooms slamming and locking the doors.

His clothing looked like a heave of rags over his body, as he struggled to get himself to the mirror overhead. He ripped off his scarf to see his clear chin, you could see the skin of it crystal clear now.

"Oh my god.." His head and neck was only seen in his sharp reflection on the mirror. As he stood, shell-shocked, the transformation appeared to accelerate. Neal's vision got partly covered by his rapidly growing shaggy hair. It looked pitch as his hair ripened to darkened brunette. His eyes got sharper and somewhat larger. They gained a softer, hazel color and his face and body was now Baelfire.

He stood before himself at the mirror, recognizing the young persona. He felt the urge to scream, to scream in peril, but of course that would attract attention. He was now fourteen.

"Wha? What am I going to do!?" He brushed his hair out of his face, as his clothes didn't fit much at all anymore, unlike earlier. He stared through a space between the doors hinges, to see the hall. "Emma's still there!" He began panicking, as his Baelfire side sort of took over. He stood, deciding himself.

"It's now or never!" Bae thought aloud. THe door slowly opened as he scampered out of there, as quickly as he could, but his ragged like clothing would slow him down. Bae ran past Emma with a flash of dark clothing and hair.

"What?" SHe said in confusion. Bae realized, that he was in draped clothing in a room full of people; as if he didn't have enough problems, even worse, they were adult Bae's clothing. "Where are you - Neal?" Emma broke off when she saw the bathroom doors' wide open. -it was a one stall room, too- She walked inside. She suspected he left her; but, where did that boy come from?

"Oh my god, what am I going to do..!" Bae said, in complete fear. Luckily, he was small enough not to be noticed. "Urk.." He said as Leroy -Grumpy-, Dr. Hopper -Jiminy-, and Marco -Geppetto- shoved past him.

"Huh?" Emma said, picking up Neal's scarf, the one Bae ripped from his neck. She triumphed through the hallway. Bae heard her coming from a mile away; he shuffled to a booth, crouching down to hide himself from the light stands. "Has anybody seen Neal?" Emma held up Neal's scarf as Bae dared to look. Diners and everyone shrugged as a response, as the bell rang and the door to the diner opened.

"I'm sorry, am I late?" Regina came in carrying a tray wrapped in tinfoil. "I made lasagna." She sat down the tray on a counter. Everyone, including the diners again, turning their attention to Regina as Emma was still clutching Neal's scarf high.

"Who invited you?" Leroy got up in Regina's face.

"Emma, Emma Swan." She pushed Leroy on his nose with her index finger away from her, giving herself some personal space. Emma nodded with her beady eyes fixed on Neal's scarf as she lowered it. "Well? Did I crash the celebration?"

"You sure DID, sister-"

"No.. It's just, Neal's missing." Bae couldn't resist it anymore, he popped his head from the booth, staring at all of the angered Storybrooke characters. "I just found his scarf, just now. Did anybody see him leave, or even see anybody leave?" Murmurs arose from the crowd. Bae had to strain himself not to scream; I'm here, Emma! It's me, Neal! He rolled up his thick sleeves, and took off his oversized jacket. He had to tuck on his shirt, tightening his buckled jeans. He didn't look very convincing for a child.

"No." Dr. Hopper finally answered for the crowd.

"I didn't see anybody in the parking lot, either." Regina answered, taking off her black leathered gloves as Emma peered over at the lone black car which belonged to Regina.

"Then where did he go?" Emma tucked Neal's scarf into her pockets. "People just don't disappear." Rumple came from the door, while Bae looked at him with flaring eyes. He probably did this. He thought.

"Well, then." Regina began, only to be interrupted.

"Have you seen my boy?" The last word made Bae cringe, his certainty became a truth. He did it for certain!

"No, he's gone." Emma shoved her hand into her pocket and plunged the scarf at Rumple, acting like she was gripping for his heart, attempting to rip it out with her bare hands. "He said he was with you last, where is Neal?"

"..Actually, no, what did you do to him? He was acting strangely."

"Why, nothing, Miss Swan. If my son was missing, I'd be plenty worried. He isn't missing." He said with that smug lying grin on his face; Bae recognized it right away. "But have you seen a boy at all?"

"I don't know, and if I even did, I don't know where they went." She shot back, obviously not feeling to help Bae's papa.

"Then, please tell me if you do." Rumple clutched his cane, and took his leave. Bae knew who his cowardly father would be talking about, he was talking about him.

"Everyone, I'm going out to look for Neal, Henry -" Emma began.

"I'll go with you! Perfect plan, let's call it operation.." Henry thought as he stared at his birth mother.

"No.." Emma went to her knees, putting her hands over Henry's jacket fabricated shoulders. "You, you are staying here with David." Henry wrinkled his eyebrows in somewhat disappointment for a reply, and he nodded along.

"Okay, mom." And, with that Emma flicked on her red leathered jacket, and headed out the door to her yellow small car. Regina would wait impatiently to finally be alone with Henry, after the conversation was over he put one arm around her son.

"Do you want some of my lasagna, Henry?" She smiled. Bae saw this as a chance to escape; so he did. He lunged out of the backdoor, dragging his large jacket under a arm.

"Urk!" He groaned and gasped. "Have to find papa.." He realized what he had said, he never called him that unless it was for reasons. But he was too determined to find the shop and exhausted to correct himself. For some reason, he couldn't exactly remember the location. Bae searched, and searched until he found the antique and old trinkets shop. Mr. Gold's shop.

"Where are you?!" He barged into the door, the little bell rattling. He saw his papa with Belle, as he stood and stared in shock.

"Bae?" Rumple turned around, as Belle departed from his arms.

"..What are you doing? With this woman?" Bae looked absolutely as surprised as Rumple was. "Better yet what did you do to me?" His bagged shirt then hung out as he leaned in and stared at Rumple. Belle recognized the bagged clothing, as Bae slammed down his oversized jacket.

"Bae, this is Belle." He walked towards Bae, seeming like he didn't hear what he said after 'what did you do to me'? "And what do you mean what did I do to you?"

"You did something. I'm.. I'm.." He stammered at the words, as his voice ran dry. Belle stared at Bae for a few moments.

"Rumple, this is your son..?"

"Yes, yes.. Belle." He closed his eyes and opened them again to fix them back on Baelfire. He finished walking towards him, as they were just a few hairs apart. "Son, what do you mean?"

"I.." He couldn't finish it in front of Belle, she was a lady. And she apparently liked his papa, for reasons he couldn't explain. Was she a slave? Being forced to act out on his papa? "..But, what are you doing with.. Belle.." He caught onto her name as he cringed his fingers together thinking of the correct words to say. He began talking like he did as he was fourteen years old, while he was still out in the Enchanted Forest before he was blown to London with Wendy Darling. Boy, he missed her.

"We.. have something, special, Bae." Bae was shocked to hear this, especially from his father. Did he mean love? He was the dark one, he only cared for magic. He even chose it over him. "I've been spent years looking for you, Bae!" He said, his eyes threatening tears.

"Yet you did this.." Bae closed his eyes, in betrayal. He expected as much as he thought of his father as a coward. "..But why? Couldn't you leave Tamara and I be?"

"This has nothing to do with your wedded one." Rumple said with a calm tone, not even seeming to be upset but rather disappointed and hurt. "I wanted to start over, Bae, turn the clock back; counterclockwise."

"So this is what it is all about? For a moment, I thought you'd change, you were worth my time. But, no of course I was wrong." He scoffed. "And I'm glad, you broke our promise." He straightened his posture to face his now tall father towering over him. "You broke our deal." He never heard Bae talk in such a tone, he was always.. different. He pointed his finger to his chest, where Rumple's heart lies.

"..Ru..Rumple, I should go," Belle began.

"No, I got this." Rumple held Bae's hands and looked him in the eyes. "I had to, Bae, I love you son." He said, lowering his voice to a whisper. Bae had the urge to fight back, flick his hands away. But he couldn't tell. Was he telling the truth now? Or was he still pretending? "I didn't mean to break the deal, after that happened, I dedicated myself to finding you.." He looked to Belle behind them.

"..Until I found Belle, she's, she's so wonderful. She's made me stronger." He let go of Bae's hands, as he reflexed them behind his back. "Bae, please give me a second chance, please." He pleaded slowly.

"You're really going to change? For me?" Bae took in a sharp breath and then looked back to his papa's face. He read his eyes, they began to tear up. "I've been running from you my entire life. You left me fatherless. But.." Hope spread across Belle's face as she shot a slim smile for the two, reuniting father and son.

"Are you really.. Really going to -"

"Give you a second chance..? I.. I guess, so.." Bae gave in, he had no use in arguing. Rumple had powers now, and he was the Dark One. And, Bae turned back fourteen years old; he has no strength or willpower against his papa, the Dark One.

"Oh, Bae." He reached in as Bae sheepishly held out his arms and they hugged. Belle shed a large smile now as she couldn't help, but let a few happy chuckles escape from her mouth. "I promise. I promise I will change!" Hope now sparkled in his eyes. He let go at Bae as he had a crooked grin on his face.

"So, this is the Baelfire Rumple has been talking about.." Belle walked towards the two, now that they were done hugging. "Rumple.. talked about you a lot." Bae looked rather surprised, but he assumed this confirmed his papa's concern and care for him.

"You did?"

"Of course I did, Bae,"

"He loves you Bae." Belle finished for him, as if she knew exactly what he was thinking. "Why not we go to Granny's..?" She suggested. Rumple seemed to agree, but Bae looked a bit disturbed. He stared at his oversized clothing draped on his body.

"Err, but, these clothes.. I mean, my clothes, are oversized." He looked back up at Belle and Rumple. "I can barely walk." Bae was right, he had to nearly limp everywhere. He was even more exhausted from walking all the way to the shop.

"Well, Baelfire, I might have some clothing in my possession." Belle said, since she hung around Emma, Regina and Henry somewhat she had some clothing fit for Henry. Bae looked around Henry's size, too, so it would make sense. She reached into a bag she sat on the counter and held out a fold of clothing.

"Are you sure this'll fit me..?" He looked rather disturbed. He never had fit clothing for a fourteen year old for.. years, more than twenty. Belle nodded in positivity, as he shuffled himself to a private room. He took off his bagged clothing, in fit for the ones Belle had handed him. "Doesn't look so bad?" He would check himself out in the mirror. He wore a blue buttoned shirt with a folded collar, regular slacks, shoes and all of those. He came from the room as Rumple and Belle were waiting patiently.

"I'm ready." He finally said.

"Then let's go.." Belle wrapped a arm around his shoulders. Bae hadn't even thought to question about when he'd return to normal, honestly he was getting a tad used to it. I mean, it isn't so bad being young, it could be.. nice.. he thought to himself. He was questioning his young persona himself, but he couldn't decide to rather stay young to grow back up. But what about Henry? Let him grow up even more fatherless? And Emma, and Tamara?

He was too wrapped up in himself, until they walked along the streets. Bae looked around the buildings as if he hadn't recognized them, at all. They made their way to Granny's, as Bae hesitated to go inside. The celebrating was almost over, but it was still happening.

"Hey. What am I going to do? You can't tell me I'm your son because they think adult me is your son." He stared up at Rumple with concern on his face. He stared with a crooked expression, yet again. "Then there'd be tension." He crossed his arms as Belle took her hand off of Bae's back. "Lots, and lots, and lots of tension." He exaggerated a bit, being fourteen he acted like one on accident.

"We'll just say you're with me, Bae." Belle huggled Bae close to her. Bae felt quite comfortable against Belle's warm presence. If they truly were to be married, he suppose he'd enjoy Belle as a mother. "Then there won't be tension." They walked into the diner, now a bit more confident. The things that now worried Bae the most was Henry. What if he recognized him from that large book Mary Margaret gave him? That wouldn't be good.

Bae looked around the diner, to see if he could spot Emma. Surely she would recognize Bae since he ran past her at the bathrooms. It seemed to be clear of Emma.

They took a booth nearby the hallways and he sat, fiddling with his fingers. He would sit next to Belle, snug against the walls of the diner. Ruby came by, and asked to take their order.

"Iced tea with hamburgers," Belle and Rumple answered for them. Belle loved iced tea and hamburgers, and Rumple didn't mind it. But Bae hadn't never payed attention to teas but hamburgers were fine to him too. It'd be the first meal with family he had in a very long time.

"Okay, Belle. Who's the boy?" Ruby asked, writing down their order on a padded paper.

"He's with me, that's all. I decided he'd like to hang with me and Rumple." She put her arm around Bae and wrapped him close to her smiling. Luckily, Ruby -Red I guess- bought it. She turned off to the kitchen to prepare their food.

First Granny came over with their teas, and Belle quickly sipped a few. Henry was over with Regina and his grandparents. Henry couldn't help but look at Baelfire, and recognize him a tad without the book. He would notice he looked like Neal.

"Gramps, look at that. Doesn't it look weird? Mr. Gold is with Belle and a boy." He tugged at his grandpa's shoulder to look at Baelfire, sipping his tea barely with who he said with.

"No, he must just be with Belle." Charming turned back his attention to Snow as they continued their warm conversation. Henry felt like walking over, but he didn't know the boy as much as he thought he did, he didn't. He took a long bite of Regina's lasagna and drank his hot cocoa.

Bae hadn't noticed, but Emma walked inside the diner with the bell jingling. As all of the diners and everyone, not including the two men and woman at the booth, looked to Emma.

"I didn't find him. No trace," She said with a lump in her throat. She obviously hadn't looked in Rumple's shop; because if she did, she'd find Neal's jacket, now oversized for Neal. "Maybe we'll find him tomorrow.." Bae finally snapped back to reality as Granny sat down their meals and turned back to Emma.

"You really didn't find anything, girl?"

"Of course not, if I did I wouldn't be in here saying 'I didn't find him'." She nearly snapped at Granny in distress, she was tired, exhausted and worried for Neal. He did really disappear without a trace; aside from his scarf and the untouched jacket on Rumple's counter at his dealers' antique shop. "Henry? What's up?" She sat at the counter in between her parents, looking at him. "Kiddo?"

She turned her head to what Henry was fixed on; Baelfire.

"Kid, what're you looking at?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing. It's just, doesn't that kid look familiar somehow?" Henry kept his eyes fixed on him, as he ate happily with Belle and his papa. Now that Emma did think about it, he sort of did look like Neal even if it was from that side of his head. But then she shook up her thoughts, everyone nowadays reminds her of Neal.

"Probably nothing. You want to be friends with him? Why not go up to them?" She said, reassuring him, changing the subject barely.

"What? He's with Mr. Gold, though, and Belle.."

"So? Don't judge him that way." Emma patted Henry's back. "Maybe he's very nice." She got up from the counter.

"Maybe, maybe not."

As the very small group finished their meal, Bae putted all of the utensils, plates, and glasses onto a tray as Rumple left the bill there, Belle took Bae's hand as they walked out.

"Oh, wait, we have to talk, Belle. Bae would you mind to wait out here?" Rumple remembered. "It's very important." He walked in with Belle without saying a word, not letting Bae reply at all.

"Okay, Papa." He couldn't realize what he said, again, as Emma and Henry overheard.

"Did you hear that?" Henry scooped his head low behind the counter as Emma followed along. "He said papa, and I think Rumple has only one son. What if that's what happened to my dad?"

Emma thought about it. It was a possibility, I mean, Neal was acting pretty strange. He seemed.. smaller, I hadn't noticed, Emma thought to herself. "But, isn't that not possible?" Emma denied her own logic, then. It was true, nobody deaged besides Malcolm, Rumple's dad and Henry's great grandpa.

"I still think it's my dad." Henry said with a convincing look. "Please, please check him out? Please?" He pleaded. Emma couldn't let her son down, so she patted his back again.

"I'll look into it.." Emma got up from the stool, as she made sure Bae was alone. She got towards the door as Bae barely spotted her. He walked off quickly, until it turned into a lashed out chase. Emma chased Bae around main street, until they reached the park. "YAAH!" She hollered, tumbling onto him. Bae yelped, and fell down onto his back. Emma turned him over as she started to spat at his face until she realized something.

"..Your eyes.." Emma stared straight into them, recognizing the soft hazel color of Neal's. "Who are you..?!" She said completely shell-shocked, much like Bae was in the bathroom. "You have Neal's eyes!"

DUN-DUN-DUN. That's the end for now! Please, please, please R&R. It's really appreciated! c: Until next time! - NACaribbean