STORYBROOKE, Maine

Rebekah stood next to Grace, her daughter's fingers intertwined with hers as they stood before the casket. Rebekah let out a shaky breath, the cold air causing it to cloud around her. She looked down at her daughter, hair pinned back neatly, a dark red jacket covering her black dress. Rebekah looked down at her own outfit, a dress she had to buy the day before. It was a black long-sleeved, high-neck dress, the loose fabric of the skirt draped over her belly, making it more comfortable to wear. Less suffocating. And the hem brushed gently against her thighs with every move. It was comfy enough, but she would have prefered to be in something more relaxed -- sweatpants. She didn't want to be at a funeral; she wanted to be home and in bed, tucked away from the rest of the cruel world. But Rebekah couldn't run from this; she couldn't hide. This was reality. Rebekah closed her eyes as tears began to swell, trying to silence her shaking breathing so that she wouldn't upset Grace. Instead, she focused on Snow who stood next to the casket and began to speak.

"Some of us knew him as Archie," Snow said, voice breaking in the process. "Others as Jiminy," she said quietly. "But we all knew him as a true friend." The sound of Pongo whimpering caused the first tear to roll down Rebekah's cheek which she quickly wiped away with her free hand. Today wasn't about her and her sadness; it was about Archie. "And though he may now be gone, he will always live on inside of us. Reminding us to be our best selves, to do the right thing, to always fight for what we believe in." Snow quickly wiped away her town tears and forced a smile on her face, keeping her chin high. "So we shouldn't think of today as goodbye...just as a way of saying... Archie, " her voice broke again, "we'll be listening."

Pongo began to cry again and Grace let go of Rebekah's hand, moving to kneel beside the dog and hug it as she hid her face against his fur, trying to hide her own tears. She had been trying to fight back her own emotions these last few days; Rebekah could see it. But now she was finally letting go. Letting all the pain she felt out as she hugged onto Pongo tightly. It broke Rebekah's heart.

Rebekah felt a hand clasp around her shoulder and looked to see Emma standing by her side now as Henry kneeled beside Grace, mimicking his mother's action on his cousin.

"How are you holding up?" Emma asked Rebekah.

She smiled weakly, trying her best to be brave in that moment. But all she could do was shrug her shoulders, no words leaving her mouth. Because what was there to say?

Emma nodded her head, frowning. "Everyone's coming to the apartment for a celebration of life in a bit. You and Grace are welcome to come."

Rebekah shook her head, but gave Emma a soft smile. "I have to get back to the hospital."

Emma nodded. "You two are welcome over afterwards as well. If you want to have dinner or just get away from the house." Rebekah knew Emma was trying her hardest to be there for her, but she couldn't possibly understand what this felt like for Rebekah and Grace.

"Emma," Rebekah stopped her from continuing. "Thank you."

"I just..." She breathed out while shaking her head. When she finally looked back at Rebekah, her eyes were filled with tears. "I don't want you guys to think you're alone."

Rebekah grabbed Emma's hand, giving it a squeeze. "I know. Thank you."

"Mama," Grace said as she got up, finally letting go of Pongo. Henry moved to stand next to Emma, and Grace followed. "I don't want to go to the hospital," she told her mother. "I want to go back to Emma and Auntie Snow's place." Rebekah opened her mouth to object, but Grace's eyes filled with tears. "Please," she begged. "I just can't," Grace started to say, tears falling down her cheeks.

Rebekah nodded her head slowly, understanding completely. "Okay." She whispered.

"Please don't be mad," Grace whispered.

Rebekah moved to stand in front of Grace, her hand cupping her cheek as she wiped away stray tears. "I could never be mad at you, baby," she whispered back before pressing a kiss to Grace's head. "I'll pick you up later tonight," she told Grace. "Call me if you need anything."

Grace hugged Rebekah, only letting go when Henry grabbed her hand causing Grace to finally release her mother. Rebekah looked down at Henry, who smiled sadly at her. He was doing his best to be there for Grace, distract her from what happened by bringing Pongo around, but no matter how hard he tried, nothing would distract Grace from the fact that she lost her father.

And nothing would heal that pain.

Rebekah looked at Emma. "Call me. If you get overwhelmed."

Emma shrugged her shoulders. "Nah," she said with a smile. "I'm a pro at this parenting thing now."

Rebekah chuckled, nodding her head. "Thank you," she said again before heading to her car. She waited until everyone else left before she pulled out of the parking lot, hands gripping onto the steering wheel tightly as she put her car in reverse and pulled out of her spot. She sat there for a moment, looking ahead of her toward the cemetery exit. She stared for a long moment, not wanting to leave. Rebekah sighed, running her hands through her hair before putting the car in drive and driving out of the cemetery. Her stomach rumbled as she got on the main road that would lead her to town. Rebekah looked down at the clock on the radio in her car, seeing it was nearly lunch time. Her body was hungry but Rebekah couldn't even fathom the concept of eating right now. Not with everything that had happened.

Eat, Bex. Rebekah could hear Jefferson saying in her head. Take care of our son.

She frowned, eyes swelling with tears as she thought back on the last time she had truly seen Jefferson. If she had known it would be her last time with him, she would have stayed -- she wouldn't have gone and tried to help Emma prove Regina's innocence, she would have stayed with Jefferson and then...nothing bad would of have happened. Jefferson would be sitting in the car next to her, holding her hand and telling her to stop at the diner to get something to eat. He'd remind her that if she didn't eat, that their son wasn't getting the food he needed to grow.

Once in town, Rebekah parked in front of Granny's diner and turned off her car. She got out, pulling her dress down a bit after it had hiked up while driving. She sighed, wondering if any of her clothes would ever feel comfortable again. When she had been pregnant with Grace, she wore her long dresses from the Enchanted Forest -- no trousers. The dresses were easy to move in, simple, long. They didn't ride up whenever she sat down, they stayed in place. And she didn't look like a beluga whale in them either. That was a bonus. Rebekah felt huge, every day her boy grew and stretched her belly along with him.

Rebekah placed her hand on her stomach while opening the door to the diner, only to freeze when she saw one other customer in the diner. She swallowed hard, heart sinking in her chest as she locked eyes with the man. He squinted his eyes at her, as if he were trying to put a name to her face.

"You're one of the women who found me," he said, the sound of his voice causing Rebekah's stomach to clench.

"Yeah." She managed to whisper.

He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks for that," he told her. "My doctor at the hospital said I could find the other woman here; the uh, the tall one with long hair."

"Ruby."

Yes, she had been there too. But it was Rebekah who had found him face down in a ditch on the other side of the town ' s border. She had to use magic to bring him back across the town line; but he was unconscious, only waking up when the ambulance arrived. Who are you? He asked with wild eyes as he looked up at Rebekah. Where am I?

THREE DAYS EARLIER:

"This way!" Ruby shouted as Rebekah and Grace followed after her. It was dark now and Ruby was only now picking up on Jefferson's trail. They scanned the areas around his mansion after Rebekah and Grace came home to find that Jefferson had never been there. Rebekah had called Ruby on her way to Jefferson's mansion, begging for her help in finding him. Because she had a horrible feeling in her gut that when she got to his mansion; he wouldn't be there.

And she had been right.

"Here!" Ruby shouted and Rebekah ran faster than she ever thought she could. She sprinted, clutching onto her stomach as she spotted a body. Jefferson ' s body. Rebekah felt her stomach lurch, a nauseous feeling rising in her throat that she had to swallow back down. She could hardly breathe, her heart pounding against her chest as she got closer, tears filling her eyes as she tried not to lose control.

"Wait!" Grace said in a shriek, causing both Rebekah and Ruby to stop in their tracks. They looked back at her to see Grace pointing behind them. "The town line!" she said, seeing something they didn't. But Rebekah knew from Jefferson that Grace saw a magical barrier around the town, letting her know where the town line was. When Grace moved her hand over her mouth and tears began to fall, Rebekah understood what her daughter meant.

No. Rebekah looked over to where Jefferson was lying on the ground, knowing that Grace meant that he was now over the town ' s line. He's gone, Grace had told her mother.Papa is gone.

Rebekah had thought that she meant he was dead but now she understood. He was gone. Everything that made Jefferson who he was, the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago...gone. Rebekah pressed her hand to her stomach, trying to keep herself from getting sick. Ruby moved to stand next to Rebekah, rubbing her back as she began to breathe erratically.

"It's going to be okay." Ruby whispered, trying to calm Rebekah down.

"How?" She shouted, turning to look at Ruby. "How is this going to be okay?" She felt her son kicking wildly, her panic upsetting him. Rebekah closed her eyes, trying to focus.

She couldn't go across the town line to drag him back over, none of them could otherwise they'd go back to their cursed selves too. Rebekah lifted her arms, eyes closed as she tried to concentrate on using her magic to move Jefferson. But she felt like she couldn't breathe. The air around her was suffocating and her legs collapsed, causing Rebekah to fall forward. Ruby was quick to grab Rebekah, keeping her from falling to the ground.

"I can't do it!" Rebekah cried. "I can't concentrate!"

"You can!" Ruby urged Rebekah.

She shook her head, tears falling as she began to fall apart. Rebekah tried to calm herself down, breathing in and out slowly. But she couldn't do it. A world without Jefferson? A world where he didn't know her -- a world where he didn't know his own daughter? No. This wasn't fair. Why was this happening? Why him ? Hadn't he suffered enough?

"Mama?" Rebekah felt Grace grab her hand. She looked down at her daughter, who looked just as broken as Rebekah felt. "Together." She whispered before looking over at Jefferson.

Rebekah inhaled deeply. She had never seen Grace use her magic; and even though the idea of her daughter having magic terrified her, Rebekah squeezed her hand tightly and concentrated on Jefferson as well.

Together, their magic lifted him over the town line, his body floating to where they stood. He was gently lowered at their feet, face covered in dirt and dried blood. Who did this? Rebekah asked herself again. Why ?

But she already knew.

It had to be Regina.

Who else could it be?

"I'll call 911," Ruby said as she pulled out her phone.

Rebekah got down on her knees, hovering over Jefferson. "I'm so sorry," she cried. "I love you so much, please don't forget me."

Grace held onto his hand. "Papa, can you hear me?" She cried, head resting against his chest.

But he didn't wake.

"Wake up, Jefferson," Rebekah begged. "We need you. I can't do this by myself."

His eyes remained closed as rain began to pour on them.

NOW:

"Does she not work today?" He asked, bringing Rebekah back to her painful reality.

Rebekah shook her head. "No," she answered, her throat dry in that moment causing her normally raspy voice to sound graveley. Rebekah cleared her throat and looked at the man.

The man nodded his head. "I'll have to thank her another time."

Was he going to thank her? Would he have shown up on her doorstep out of the blue and thank her for saving his life?

"Jefferson," Granny breathed out as she walked in from the kitchen, eyes wide as she looked at the man. Her eyes than shifting to where Rebekah stood, a sad look in her eyes.

"Yeah." He nodded his head causing both Granny and Rebekah to look away from each other. "That's my name...I guess." He chuckled, and Rebekah recognized the sound. He was nervous.

He was a blank slate. Jefferson had no cursed memories -- he was no one. He didn't know anyone, especially not her.

"I didn't expect to see you out of the hospital so soon," Granny said, walking behind the counter and began to make a cup of tea for him.

"I got released today," he told Granny, watching her pour the hot liquid into a cup. Granny walked over to him, holding out the cup for him to take.

Jefferson frowned, scratching at his arm. "Actually, can I have coffee?" He asked. "I don't really like tea." Rebekah had to laugh at that, feeling delirious in that in that moment. Jefferson looked over at her, brows raised in confusion. "Or maybe I do?" He asked, a shy smile. He then tilted his head as he looked at Rebekah. "I never asked...do we know each other?"

She didn't know what to say.

Should she just tell him the truth -- that he was her husband and that they had a family together? That the child growing in her belly was his , that they had a daughter named Grace who was heartbroken, longing for her father.

"Rebekah here just doesn't understand the appeal of coffee," a voice said from behind Rebekah. It was then that she noticed that Jefferson wasn't staring at her. Instead, he was staring behind her. Rebekah looked over her shoulder; seeing Ruby moving to stand next to her now. "It's good to see you out and about," she told Jefferson, moving her hand to rest on the small of Rebekah's back to show comfort.

"Ruby," Jefferson said, looking at Rebekah quickly to make sure he got the name right after already saying it. She nodded her head, swallowing hard. "I came by to thank you."

Ruby looked to Rebekah, clearly not knowing what to say. "It was Rebekah who spotted you," she said, gently pushing Rebekah forward and towards Jefferson. "If it hadn't been for her..."

"Ruby," Rebekah whispered her name, wanting her to stop.

When she looked back at Jefferson, he was watching her curiously. "Well," he smiled at Rebekah, "thank you again." She nodded, mouth pressed in a thin line. Jefferson nodded his head, seeming to sense that she was uncomfortable. "Uh..." He walked forward, closer to Rebekah causing her to hold her breath. "This is kind of embarrassing to ask but," he cleared his throat, "do either of you know where I live?"

Rebekah exhaled, nodding her head. Yes, with me and your family, she wanted to say. But she stopped herself. Because Jefferson didn't live with her anymore. He lived in the mansion. All by himself, her heart broke at that thought. Jefferson had gone mad by himself for 28 years. Would it happen again? Who would be there to comfort him? To let him know he wasn't alone. "I can take you," Rebekah told Jefferson. "Your place isn't too far from mine."

"Thanks." Jefferson smiled.

Rebekah nodded, watching as Jefferson walked over to Granny who now held out a to-go cup of coffee for him.

"Bex," Ruby said in a whisper, grabbing at her hand. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"I don't know," she said honestly. "But I'm not leaving him."

"Ready?" Jefferson walked up to Rebekah.

She looked to Ruby who wore a worried expression. "Tell Grace that I'll be coming to Emma and Snow's apartment soon."

Ruby nodded, giving Rebekah a look that read; should I tell her about Jefferson? Rebekah quickly shook her head. Grace needed to hear it from Rebekah that Jefferson was awake and out of the hospital.

Rebekah looked at Jefferson, who motioned for her to lead the way. She stared at him for a moment, memorizing his face. But quickly looked away when Jefferson began to shift on his feet. "Let's go," she told him, walking to the door.

What are you doing? Her heart questioned. This is a bad idea.

But Rebekah didn't listen. She left the diner with Jefferson and headed to her car. Her stomach rumbled, but Rebekah ignored the sound, instead, focusing on the sound of her breathing. This whole situation was fucked. How was she going to get through it alone?

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Grace sat in the corner of Emma's and her aunt Snow's apartment, watching as people spoke quietly to one another while eating the small meal David had prepared. But she wasn't hungry. She simply sat and watched everyone, their gazes sometimes directed at her only to quickly look away when they saw she too, was staring. They never came up to her to share their condolences though. Not one. Grace understood that not everyone knew her Papa -- that he had stayed away from the town for a very long time. But wished they knew how good he was. How missed he was.

There were times Grace could barely breathe when she thought about the fact that her father was gone, replaced by a man who had no memories of her or Mama. She missed him. Missed the way he'd pick her up when they hugged, the way her feet dangled above the ground as he held her tightly to him. She missed their games of hide and seek, how they would make Mama tea each morning; how even though she was older, he'd still sit with her every day after school for a tea party. She'd never have that again and it made Grace feel sick. All she had left now was Mama, and she needed to be strong for her.

She looked across the apartment and saw Henry sitting in Snow's room, sitting on his bed as Emma offered him a plate. She was grateful for Henry. He had sat with her for a while when they first arrived at the apartment, but Grace told him that he didn't have to do that; that if he wanted to be by himself, she wouldn't be upset. Henry had given her a grateful smile and nodded his head, leaving Grace to sit by herself.

"Ladies," Grace looked up at the sound of Leroy speaking loudly, his attention on Emma and Snow. "The dwarves have been thinking," he said once he grabbed their attention. "We have to ask...when do we go back?" He asked in a sigh.

"Back?" Emma said in confusion. "Where?"

"The Enchanted Forest." Leroy answered. "Our home ."

"You wanna go back?" Snow said in a surprised tone.

Emma looked just as surprised. "We fought really hard to get here ," she reminded Leroy.

Grace watched as more of the dwarves came forward, standing behind their leader. "But with what Regina did to Archie -- Storybrooke ain't as safe as we thought," Leroy said.

"We're gonna find her!" Emma promised them. "There's only so many places she can hide."

"We've dealt with her before; we'll do it again." Snow tried to assure Leroy.

"But it's not just her !" Leroy told them. "The curse is broken -- there's a whole world full of people beyond the town line that don't know who or what we are."

Papa, Grace thought solemnly. He doesn't know what we are anymore. He might never again.

"Ever think of what might happen if one of them were to come pay us a visit?" Leroy voiced his worries.

"He's right." Ruby, who had arrived minutes earlier, agreed with Leroy. Ruby had told Grace that she had seen her mother, that she'd be by to pick her up later; but Grace could tell that there was something else that Ruby was keeping from her -- something she didn't want to say. Or, couldn't. But she didn't press her for answers. Grace simply nodded her head and let Ruby help David prepare the food. "What if they see, you know," Ruby's eyes drifted over to Grace for a moment before looking back at Snow and Emma, "magic. Like, a girl turning into a wolf for example? Folks weren't exactly understanding back in our world."

How scary it must be for Ruby to worry about the world finding out what she truly was. When she had been accused of murder, the town had gone against Ruby. But when Grace had asked her mother if it were possible that Ruby could do such a thing, her mother had shook her head. No, sweet girl, she told Grace, no matter what Ruby turns into -- she's good by nature. She wouldn't harm anyone unless her life was in danger. We'll find a way to prove she's innocent. And they had.

"Alright, let's not worry about what if's , okay?" Emma looked to Ruby and then Leroy. "No one is here."

"Yet," Leroy said. "Maybe they come; maybe they don't. But that doesn't change the fact that while we might enjoy things like penicillin -- we're a bit homesick.

"Some of us can't go home," Grace spoke up, causing all eyes to turn in her direction. "Some don't remember where home is."

She watched as Leroy frowned. "We do our best to remind them," he told her but Grace shook her head.

"And scare them off?" she asked. " This world...it's normal. It's safe -- it doesn't have dragons or trolls or goblins. The worst we have is my aunt Regina and I know that Emma will keep us safe from her." Her mother, too. She might be in a bad place right now. But Grace knew that her mother would never let Regina harm another person in Storybrooke. Not after what Regina had done to Papa. "I don't want to go home," Grace told them all. "You may have had good lives there but...I didn't. My mother was taken away from me; my father was trapped in another realm. Why would I want to go back to a place that brought me so much sadness?"

"Grace." Snow said her name sadly.

She didn't let Snow say anything further. She got up from where she sat and walked across the room, past Snow and Emma to go sit with Henry on Snow's bed.

The room was quiet, but finally people dropped the subject and went back to mourning Archie. Grace looked over at Henry and saw him frowning.

"You hate my mom, don't you?" he asked.

Grace nodded her head slowly.

"I hate what she did to you...I hate that she killed Archie. I just don't think I can hate her ." He confessed. "I'm sorry for what she did to your Papa, Grace," Henry said, sliding over the pop tart Emma had offered him.

"Thank you," Grace said, breaking the pop tart in half and offering him the other half. "I won't eat it unless you do," she said, forcing a genuine smile. Grace didn't think she'd ever truly smile again -- not without her Papa.

Henry rolled his eyes, taking the other half of the pop tart from Grace and eating it.

"Archie never made me feel crazy," Henry said after a few moments of silence. Grace knew how sad Henry was. Archie had been his friend. "Even when I told him about the curse."

"I wish he were still here," Grace said. "So he could help my Papa."

Henry frowned and then nodded his head. "He was good to talk to."

Grace laid back on the bed, head hitting the pillow softly. "I just want my Papa back," she whispered.

Henry grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "Your mom and dad always find their way back to each other, Grace. I'm sure they will again."

Maybe they would. But that didn't change the fact that her Papa didn't know who they were and that he'd never get those memories back.

And then an idea came to her head. Unless, she thought. Papa falls in love with Mama again and True Love's kiss breaks his curse!

Of course! Why hadn't she thought of that earlier?!

There was a way to get her Papa back and Grace felt hope for the first time in days. She just needed to get her Papa to fall in love with her Mama again.

That wouldn't be too hard, would it?

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Jefferson remembered bits and pieces of waking up after losing his memory. But not much. He remembered the two women hovering over him -- and a child too. A little girl was with them. The woman driving him home, Rebekah, she rode with him to the hospital where he was in and out of consciousness. He remembered her saying his name and him not knowing who she was speaking to. Who are you? He asked in a tired tone. Where am I? He remembered the way her body visibly slumped, her tears had filled her eyes. She had clearly been shaken up by finding him.

What Jefferson couldn't figure out though was what happened ? How did he end up outside in a ditch? How'd he lose his memory?

"I live pretty far out in the woods," Jefferson commented as he looked out the window as Rebekah drove, hands nervously tapping on his knees. He chuckled suddenly, a ridiculous thought entering his brain. "Unless you're just taking me out here to kill me."

He looked over at Rebekah, watching her smile softly. "How'd you know?" she said, sounding amused. It was the first time she looked comfortable around him. Who was she? He wondered. Who was she to me? If she knew where he lived -- that must have meant something. "You were," she breathed out, "kind of a hermit," She said with a smile. "You didn't really come into town unless you needed to."

Jefferson frowned, not liking that answer. "I sound boring."

"You're not," she said quickly, shaking her head. "Or, weren't."

"So we did know each other." He smiled, glad he had at least one friend. The doctor seemed pretty chummy with him too -- maybe he had two friends. That didn't seem like the trait of a hermit.

"Yeah," Rebekah said softly.

"We were friends?" He watched as she smiled, nodding her head.

Suddenly Rebekah inhaled deeply, hand moving to rest on her stomach. She was pregnant; he had noticed it at the diner. But when he'd see her at the hospital, she was always talking with Dr. Whale, never coming into his room to visit so he hadn't known she was pregnant. "Oof," Rebekah said, thumb rubbing against her stomach as she made a face.

"Are you okay?" He asked, not understanding what was happening.

"It's just the baby," she told him. "He's moving around a lot."

Jefferson nodded his head. "How far along are you?" He asked, feeling absolutely awkward after asking the question. "If you don't mind me asking."

"It's fine," Rebekah said, still holding onto her stomach. "Nineteen weeks." She told him, putting her hand back on the steering wheel.

"Well you don't look very pregnant," Jefferson said, smirking slightly. What was he doing? Why was he flirting with a pregnant lady? Rebekah looked over at him, raising her brow slightly at his words. Jefferson cleared his throat, looking away from Rebekah. "Your first?" He asked, hoping she wouldn't be too creeped out by him now.

When she didn't answer right away, Jefferson looked back at her, seeing she was frowning slightly. "No," she told him. "I have a daughter; Grace. She was with me when I found you."

"Oh," he said slowly. "And...it's just the two of you who live out here?" he asked.

It took her a moment, but eventually Rebekah nodded her head. "Yeah."

"Are you a hermit?" He asked, hoping to make her smile.

It worked. "Yes," she said, though he could tell she was only playing along with him.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one," he said, smiling.

Rebekah pulled off onto a road and Jefferson's eyes widened as they pulled up to a large house. A house that didn't even look like a house -- it was a mansion. Did he live in a damn mansion? Who the hell was he? Most people might feel excitement learning that they could possibly be rich -- but all Jefferson felt was fear and confusion. "I live here?" he asked.

"Yup." Rebekah stretched out the word.

"Wow," he said slowly as they pulled into the driveway. "What do I do?" Jefferson said, looking away from the mansion and over to Rebekah.

She smiled after a moment, shaking her head. "I don't know."

"And here I thought we were friends." He smirked. Rebekah's skin flushed, and Jefferson felt pride. "Do you want to come in?" He asked, eyes lingering down to her belly and realizing what a ridiculous question it was to ask. Clearly she was seeing someone else -- she was pregnant. But it didn't stop him from asking. Rebekah laughed, shaking her head. He smiled. "I take that as a no?" He teased.

Rebekah looked down at her hands, a smile on her face. "You remind me of someone."

"A handsome someone?" Jefferson questioned playfully.

"Very." She smiled at him. Rebekah stared at him for a long moment, and Jefferson felt the urge to lean forward and press his lips to hers. But he didn't. "I should get going."

He nodded his head, swallowing hard. "Thanks," he told her. "For the ride," he clarified. "Oh, and for the whole saving me thing."

Rebekah chuckled. "Goodbye, Jefferson."

He smiled, looking into her eyes and trying to memorize them. They were a beautiful color. She was beautiful. Jefferson looked away, hand on the door handle. "Out of curiosity," he said, looking over his shoulder at Rebekah. "How far away do you live from me?"

Rebekah laughed. "Just a mile or so that way." She pointed to the forest on the left of his house.

Jefferson grinned. "Good to know."

She rolled her eyes, placing both hands on the steering wheel as she looked away from him. He chuckled, opening the door and got out of the car. He stayed on the front porch, watching as Rebekah drove.

And then the loneliness settled in.

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Rebekah walked up to Snow and Emma's apartment, a smile on her face. Before she had seen Jefferson she had been devastated -- but after spending time with him? He reminded her of the young man she fell in love with. Not as cocky but certainly a s flirtatious. And he was flirting with her . A very obvious pregnant lady.

She knocked on the door, waiting for Snow or Emma to open. It was Emma who greeted her, a soft smile on her lips as she let Rebekah inside. "How was she?" Rebekah asked.

"Quiet for a while but uh..." Emma pulled Rebekah into the kitchen as Henry and Grace sat at the dining room table drawing. "She had a bit of an outburst when Leroy brought up the idea of wanting to go back to the Enchanted Forest."

Rebekah sighed. Of course she knew Grace didn't want to go back. But having an outburst? That wasn't like Grace. "I'll talk to her."

They both walked over to where Henry and Grace sat, and from what Rebekah could tell; it looked like the two of them were drawing blueprints.

"Are you two plotting your escape from Shawshank?" Emma teased.

"No," Henry shook his head. "They're blueprints."

Grace looked up at Rebekah, smiling up at her mother and the young girl looked happy, for the first time in days. Maybe spending time with Henry was really helping her.

"I had some ideas for what to do if David and Mary-Margaret move out," Henry said, causing Rebekah to look away from her daughter.

"Snow and David are moving?" she said in surprise.

"Maybe," Emma stressed.

"Look," Henry said, showing Emma and Rebekah the drawing.

Rebekah chuckled, seeing how detailed the blueprint was, not to mention what Henry planned to do with some of the rooms.

"You wanna make Mary-Margaret's room an armory?"

"Yeah," Henry smiled. "Y'know, for weapons and stuff."

"To protect you guys from Regina," Grace said, causing both Rebekah and Emma to inhale sharply.

Emma crouched down, moving her hand to rest on Henry's back. "She's not going to hurt you, Henry." She tried to assure him. "I'm not going to let her."

"And I won't let her near you ," Rebekah stressed to Grace.

"She hurt Archie," Grace reminded both Rebekah and Emma.

"What if she wants to take me back?" Henry added.

"That's never going to happen," Rebekah told Henry. "She'll have to go through the both of us."

"That's what we're afraid of," Grace said, a worried look in her eyes.

Pongo barked at the sound of someone knocking on the door to the apartment. The dog ran to the door, whining and scratching at the floor in front of the door.

"Pongo," Emma got up from where she was crouched and walked over to the front door. "What is it?" She asked the dog before opening the door.

Rebekah watched as Emma stood frozen in place, mouth hanging open in shock as her eyes grew wider. And then a ghost stepped into the apartment.

"Archie?" Emma whispered.

"Hi," he smiled.

"How the hell," Rebekah whispered.

"What happened?" Emma questioned him. Henry and Grace jumped from the table, hurrying over to where Archie stood.

"It was Cora," Archie said, striking fear in Rebekah. "She kidnapped me."

"Archie!" Henry ran into his arms.

"Henry," Archie chuckled, hugging him tightly. "Oh, it's alright. I'm fine. I'm fine," he promised.

"We were wrong," Emma said, looking over at Rebekah. "Regina didn't do it."

Rebekah swallowed hard, grabbing Grace by the arm and pulling her closer. No, no, no, no. It struck Rebekah -- Regina hadn't been the one to hurt Jefferson; she hadn't been the one to push him over the town line. It was Cora.

"I knew it!" Henry said in excitement. He was so thrilled that Regina hadn't killed Archie but...he had no idea what they were dealing with now. "Maybe we should let her know," Henry told Emma.

"Yeah." Emma nodded her head. "But something tells me that either way, we're going to pay the price." She looked back to Rebekah. "Help me find her?"

"I can't," Rebekah whispered, still holding Grace tightly. "I need to get to Jefferson."

"But Mama."

"Cora did this to him , " Rebekah said. "I need to keep him protected -- I need to keep us protected!" She stressed to her daughter. "We're going home and I'm casting a spell to keep us safe."

"A spell?" Emma said in confusion.

"Anyone who means us harm can't come onto our land. It was a spell from the Enchanted Forest." She huffed in frustration. "I can't believe she's here. How did she get here, Emma?"

Emma opened her mouth to speak, but Grace interrupted her. "I'm scared, Mama," she said, looking up at Rebekah.

Emma walked over to where Rebekah and Grace stood, moving her hand to rest on Grace's shoulder. "Henry and I will go home with you, okay? You guys won't be alone."

Grace nodded, seeming to be comforted by her words.

Rebekah didn't feel any better though. All she felt was fear. She needed Regina's help -- better yet, she needed Gold's help. Cora already got to Jefferson to get back at Rebekah. What's to stop her from coming after Grace?

Rebekah hugged onto Grace tightly. "I won't let her anywhere near you," she whispered, pressing a kiss to her head.

She hadn't been there to save Jefferson from Cora. But she'd protect Grace with her life. It's all that mattered right now.