Zelena comes about resurrecting Rumplestiltskin in a different way, therefore Neal is spared. Neal and Emma developed their relationship together once Zelena was defeated. When there’s a looming threat of darkness consuming the town, Emma steps up to the plate in order to save the lives of everyone in Storybrooke. When she becomes the Dark One, Neal and all of her friends and family do everything in their power to try and save her before the darkness fully consumes her. Emma and Neal’s relationship gets put to the test during these trying times. Even though Emma gets fully pulled into the darkness, Neal is still certain that he can save her from it.
Henry is thrown back in time alone. He doesn’t know how to make it to his time. After give it a lot of thought he decide to find his father, after all he is going to believe him. He try his best to not give a lot of information to young Baelfire. Both of them know that they need Rumpelstiltskin to solve Henry’s problem and the only way to reach him is finding Emma and together they are going to travel to Storybrooke in a bonding swanfirefamily event!
Neal Cassidy is dead and gone, but that is not the end of this story. This is a story the Fates have designed, and they take a great displeasure in being cheated out of a proper ending. Strings must be cut, but the toughest string of all is that of Unfinished Business–lingering still, yet not whole.
Emma Swan has lost him three times over, and enough is enough. She is moving on, grief a tidal wave pushing her onto the once distant shores of Live Your Damn Life. Except for the phantom second heart missing from her chest, the aching loss of a pulse so familiar and easy she hadn’t expected the pain. The cheap, stolen pendant, warm against her neck as if it is a living being, is a heavy, constant reminder, yet she’s hesitant to take it off. She thinks of happily ever afters and kisses laced with the purest magic and settles instead on the curse tied to its flipside. Puzzle pieces have jagged edges when torn apart.
He visits her in her sleep, nearly real until he’s not–a shape created by Morpheus, god of dreams, sent by Hades, god of compassion. Neal is stuck, and so is she: bound by the shackles of Too Soon and Unresolved. She is led to the River Styx, where a deep dive and a willingness to confront a tangled past can bring about the the rest and peace they both deserve.
As they meet in the Underworld, working together to face their demons, once and for all, it appears the Fates may have another ending in mind.
(And so: they lived.)
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“I just don’t think it’s so terrible, that’s all. After all the kid’s been through, it’s really not such a traumatic story.” “Oh it’s not, is it?” She shook her head. “Fine. Henry, I actually met your dad in this very car. I got in it one day, and he was sleeping in the backseat.” She raised an eyebrow at Neal. “There, you happy?” “Wait, why was he—” Henry began, confused, but his question was lost in the midst of his parents’ banter. “Way to misrepresent it, Em,” Neal said with a laugh. He locked eyes with Henry in the rearview as he addressed him. “That’s not exactly how it went down, Henry. While it’s true that I was sleeping in the backseat when your mom got in the car, the part that she left out is that it was my car that she got into.” “What? Why was Mom—” “Okay, but the fact that it was your car was a bit open to interpretation, there, buddy,” Emma needled, ignoring the questions from the backseat. “You got it the same way that I did!” “Well at least I had the keys!” “What are you guys even talking about?” “Nothing,” they replied in unison. “Can you start at the beginning? Dad was sleeping in the car. It was his car? So Mom, did you get in by accident? Did you have another one like it? Dad, why were you sleeping in here anyways?” Emma sighed. “This is exactly what I didn't want to have to explain to him,” she told Neal. “All right, all right, but now we need to explain the whole thing. Henry,” he began, “First I want to tell you that your mom and I aren’t proud of what we did. It’s been a long time and we made some really poor choices back then, okay? I don’t want you thinking our old life was cool or whatever.” “I dunno, I kinda liked it,” Emma muttered sullenly under her breath. Neal shot her a look and then continued. “Yes, I was sleeping in the car. I didn’t really have anywhere else to sleep, no apartment or anything. So then your mom comes along and tries to steal the car—” “Mom stole a car?!” “Wait, it gets better,” she replied, beginning to get into the story as she resigned herself to the fact that it was being told against her better judgment. “Yeah, she sort of stole the car. The problem is, I was there in the back seat, and I kinda scared her when I sat up.” Emma turned to Neal. “Did I ever tell you he did that to me once?” she said, pointing a thumb over her shoulder at the boy in the backseat. “No,” he chuckled. “Deja vu?” “All over again,” she replied. “Well, she wouldn’t let me come with her!” Henry defended himself. “Anyways,” he forged ahead before either parent could get a reprimand out, “What happened after you scared her?” Emma bit her lip and cringed a bit. “I kinda ran a stop sign.” “Uh oh.” “I know, right?” his father chimed in, stifling a laugh. “I told her to keep her eyes on the road!” “Seriously, next time somebody jumps out of the back seat and asks you out, you try to concentrate on your driving.” “He asked you out? After you stole his car?” Emma looked pointedly at Neal, who ignored the question and continued the story. “So then this cop pulls us over, and here’s your mom with a screwdriver in the ignition-” “What’s the screwdriver for?” “Crap,” Neal said as he found himself on the receiving end of a death glare from Emma. “Can you at least try to keep it to the PG-13 version of the story?” “It’s just a thing, kid. Doesn’t matter,” he continued, rushing to finish the story as quickly as possible before he got himself in more trouble. “So the cop pulls us over and I had to pretend I was trying to teach her how to drive stick shift, and that’s why she missed the stop. Somehow he bought it, and then your mom agreed to go on a date with me.” He looked at Emma. “There. Happy?” “Oh no,” she replied, “You don’t get out of this as the hero. See, Henry, the piece your dad left out of the story is that the reason he was so worried about getting pulled over is that it wasn’t his car, either.” “Dad stole the car, too? You stole a stolen car?"