STORYBROOKE, Maine

"Rebekah?" Emma sat down next to her bed, watching for any sign that Rebekah might wake. She sighed when she didn't. "Please...I need your help." She held onto the book tightly against her chest, looking down at it before looking back at Rebekah. "I don't know how...how this happened to you -- if you're under the same sleeping curse as Henry or not. Regina told me you aren't and that it has to do with the baby you're carrying but...I don't know how to wake up Henry and if there's a chance that you might know how...please."

But she didn't move. The sound of the heart monitor stayed steady and Rebekah's eyes continued to move rapidly under her eyelids.

"Are you cursed?" She asked, setting down the book on her lap and opened it, flipping through the pages to try and find Rebekah's story. "Do you remember?" she asked. "Jefferson?" Her heart monitor spiked and Emma quickly looked down at Rebekah to see if there was any change. She frowned and shook her head. "He's your husband, right? That's what he told me when I thought that..." She sighed.

Emma didn't have much time. But she had been drawn to Rebekah's room while on the way to see Henry. Her eyes landed on a picture of a little girl dancing with a woman in a field of wildflowers.

"That was before Regina became the woman she is today."

Emma looked over her shoulder to see Mr. Gold standing in the doorway.

"The little girl in the picture is Rebekah," Gold told her. "A poor little girl abused by her own mother and taken care of by her loving sister...well, until Regina lost the man she loved."

"So Regina and Rebekah are sisters in that world too?" Mr. Gold nodded. "And they were close?" The little girl in the picture was beaming up at the woman; it couldn't possibly be Rebekah and Regina.

"Until a certain age, yes. They were very close," Gold answered. "Then came Snow White."

"Why does Regina hate her so much?"

"Snow White or Rebekah?" Gold smirked. "Snow White is the reason why Regina lost the man she loves and Rebekah...well, their story is quite complicated."

"Enlighten me," Emma demanded, turning the page to see a picture of Rebekah locked away in a room, slumped against the door as she cried.

"Rebekah tried to warn the people what her older sister had planned for your mother after finding out that Regina hired a man to crush her heart."

Emma closed her eyes. "Graham."

Gold nodded. "Regina locked her away in that room and put a spell on it so no one but herself could enter."

"Where were their parents?" Emma asked. "Why didn't they stop her?"

Mr. Gold chuckled. "Not able to help, I'm afraid." Emma looked away from Gold and turned the page and saw a picture of Rebekah in her bedroom with a man. Jefferson . "He rescued her." Mr. Gold must have seen the look on Emma's face when she saw his picture. "Used his magical hat to open a portal in her room with my assistance and helped her escape."

"He's a lunatic."

The monitor beeped again but only for a second causing Emma to sit up a bit in her seat and look at Rebekah. "He's her husband," Mr. Gold corrected Emma. "And her true love. " He said the word oddly. Almost bitterly. "They escaped Regina and lived happily ever after for quite some time. Even had a daughter."

"Paige?" Emma blinked, now suddenly seeing a resemblance between Rebekah and the little girl. She huffed out a laugh of disbelief.

"They know her as Grace."'

"Has Rebekah known the whole time?" Emma wondered out loud. "Like Jefferson?"

"No." Mr. Gold moved to the other side of Rebekah's bed. "No, she hasn't. She's been cursed like the rest of Storybrooke for twenty-eight years but when you came to town and time shifted...she and Jefferson re-met."

"Re-met?"

"Well, he already knew her." Gold said. "But she didn't know how. And there was a pull I'm sure she felt towards him that she probably didn't understand but she fell in love with him all over again and, well," he motioned to her stomach. "That little miracle happened."

"Miracle?"

"No one has been able to become pregnant since the curse. Ashley, as you recall, was pregnant when you first came to town but she had been pregnant for a very long time," Gold explained. "It appears that your presence made it possible for Ashley to finally have her baby and for Rebekah to become with child herself."

Emma shook her head, not understanding. "I made it possible for Rebekah to get pregnant?"

"Your presence awakened something in Rebekah," Mr. Gold said, looking down at Rebekah's face. Emma felt the need to protect her friend in that moment. "Something not possible in this world."

It took her a moment, but then she understood. "Magic?" Mr. Gold nodded. "Rebekah had powers, too?"

"Not for a very long time." Mr. Gold moved his hand to rest on Rebekah's belly causing Emma to stand from her seat, her posture defensive as she glared at Gold. "Relax, Savior. I won't hurt Rebekah."

"Why is she comatose?" Emma demanded an answer. If this had to do with the curse, surely Gold would know.

He moved his hand away from Rebekah's stomach. "Because magic doesn't exist in this world."

"She's comatose because of her powers?"

He shook his head. "She's comatose because her curse has broken and Rebekah is..." Mr. Gold smiled a little. "Rebekah isn't an ordinary person, Ms. Swan."

"Just tell me how to wake her up!"

"Break the curse," he answered.

Emma sighed in frustration and turned away from Mr. Gold. The book had dropped to the ground when she had stood up so abruptly when Mr. Gold put his hand on Rebekah's belly that when Emma moved to grab it, the pages had turned to a new part of Rebekah's story from their world. She looked at it for a moment and turned back a few pages to make sure it hadn't opened to a previous page. "She's locked away again." Emma looked to Mr. Gold and showed him the book.

"You don't cross the Evil Queen and get away with it," Gold warned Emma. "Both Rebekah and Jefferson have learned that lesson harder than anyone else." Mr. Gold walked over to where Emma stood and took the book from her. "It took a few years but she didn't finally find a way to get her little sister back," he said, turning the page backwards where it showed a picture of Jefferson holding tightly onto a crying Grace as the last bits of Rebekah was seen before the purple smoke engulfed her and she disappeared. "Regina tricked Rebekah into coming to her for help. Rebekah believed that Regina had cursed Jefferson long ago and promised that she'd do anything to bring him back. Even leave her family."

"But Jefferson wasn't cursed?"

"No," Mr. Gold told her. "Rebekah learned that too late though. She was already Regina's prisoner again when that secret was revealed."

"How could she do this to her own sister?" She asked, fingers moving to touch the little girl's face, tracing a tear that was on her cheek. "Rebekah was a mother; she had a family. Is Regina that evil that she'd tear apart a family?"

Mr. Gold chuckled darkly. "I don't know how much Jefferson has told you about his life after Rebekah but...the point is; if Regina can't find happiness, no one can. And those that do infuriate her and she'll do anything to destroy it. Even rip apart families."

She ripped apart mine, Emma thought.

She frowned and took the book back from Gold. "I have to go see Henry before I leave," Emma told him. He was sending her on the quest -- find the vial of True Love and break the curse.

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This was Emma's fault; the turnover was meant for her ! Why did Henry eat it?! Why hadn't it been Emma to fall into the sleeping curse. Regina sighed, leaning over Henry as she tried to hold back her tears. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"I'm sorry," Regina whispered, looking down at her son. He looked so helpless, pale, unmoving, like death. The tears fell as Regina imagined her boy never waking, over him stuck in the curse for the rest of his life because his fate lay in the hands of Emma -- the reason he was even in this state. If she had just eaten the damned turnover, Henry would be safe! Regina would be free to raise her son without interference and the curse would never be broken.

"Pity, isn't it?"

Regina closed her eyes at the voice, teeth grinding together in annoyance. There were a number of people Regina didn't want to have to deal with right now and Jefferson was top of the list. "There's nothing harder than not knowing whether you'll ever see your child again."

She scowled. "Jefferson, now is not a good time!"

"For you ," Jefferson replied. "Well, for me, it's the perfect time. I'm here to collect." She heard his breath catch in his throat, whatever he had to say causing him anguish. "Where -- where is she?" he started to say and then specified, "My daughter."

Regina glared at Jefferson. " Emma was supposed to eat that apple!" s he reminded him. "And she didn't . As far as I'm concerned that makes our deal null and void."

Jefferson squared his jaw. "I did what you asked!" he spat out. "And you're going to screw me over again?!"

Regina let out a bitter laugh. "Look at it however you want, Jefferson. The fact is that I'm done with you."

"But I'm not done with you." He glared.

"What are you going to do?" she hissed back. "Kill me? I know you want to but I also know you can't." Regina motioned over to the next room where Rebekah lay comatose as well. "You'd never do that to her."

"I wouldn't steal away that opportunity from her when I'm sure she'd love to kill you herself," Jefferson reminded Regina only to get a scoff in response.

"Neither of you will kill me," Regina boasted. "You don't have it in you," she said with a bitter chuckle, eye stinging with tears. "And when the curse is broken--which it will be because it's the only way to save my son--I'm sure my darling, baby sister will be thrilled to hear that you were willing to throw her away." Jefferson glared at her words, opening his mouth to speak when Regina stopped him. "You wanted a life just for you and Grace. You didn't want Rebekah in that life."

"Of course I did!" He tried to argue.

"Really?" Regina asked him. "Because if you truly loved her , you wouldn't have worked with me again. You wouldn't have given up so easily on her. You could have asked me to wake her up from the curse so that her own curse would go away but you didn't. All you thought about was getting your daughter back and creating a life for just the two of you -- Rebekah not included." She went on. "It'll break my sister ' s heart , " Regina stated. "And suddenly I won't be the only person Rebekah hates. She'll hate you for trying to take her daughter away. Enjoy these next few hours of the town being cursed because soon Rebekah will wake and I am more than willing to tell her the deal you and I made."

"Don't threaten me," Jefferson said through gritted teeth.

"Go away, Jefferson." Regina told him. "I have to save my son."

She walked away from Henry in the hospital bed, watching as Jefferson glared in her direction. Regina knew he wouldn't hurt Henry; no, Henry was too important to Rebekah. But now she planted more seeds of paranoia in his head that would keep him from going to Rebekah when the curse was over. Regina knew that Rebekah was not capable of hating Jefferson and that he was right; her little sister probably would like to be the one to kill her and Regina didn't doubt that.

She stopped by Rebekah's room on her way out, standing over the bed and looking down at her sister. Regina remembered the days when Rebekah would sneak into her bedroom early in the morning just as the sun began to rise and jump up and down on the bed until Regina finally woke up. Rebekah would laugh happily, squealing with joy as Regina sat up and grabbed her little hands and pulled her into a hug.

"You loved me once," Regina whispered. "Maybe...there's still hope for us?"

She closed her eyes, knowing there was no way Rebekah would be able to answer her. Regina moved to grab her hand, pausing when she saw a speck of blood on Rebekah's blanket. She frowned, trying to see where the blood came from. Regina finally saw a red dot on Rebekah's arm. One of the nurses must have taken some blood from her and did a sloppy job. She rolled her eyes, wiping away the speck of blood on her skin.

"I do love you, Rebekah," she whispered. "And I'm going to help break the curse to save Henry because...it's what you would do. You've always been the good one out of us. The Mills sisters. Let me be the hero this time." Her voice broke. "Let me prove to my son my hatred for Snow White doesn't compare to the love I have for him. I hope when you wake up you'll understand why I did what I did...but I understand if you choose to hate me forever." She couldn't help but chuckle a little. "I wouldn't blame you."

Regina left, not looking back at her sister. When she woke up... if she woke up...Regina would need to run.

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Where are you?

Rebekah was starting to feel hopeless.

Jefferson...find me.

Emma had come to see her, Gold, Mary-Margaret, even Regina! But why wasn't Jefferson here? Did Regina do something to him? Was he trapped? Was he hurt? Or...had she finally killed him? No, she thought to herself. I would know if he were dead.

The door to her room creaked open, the sound of small footsteps making their way over to her bed caused Rebekah's heart to beat hard against her chest. Those tiny footsteps belonged to someone so very important to Rebekah.

"Hi Bex."

She couldn't help but laugh inside her head, wondering how she didn't wake from her curse when she first heard Grace call her something other than Mama. She's still cursed,she thought sadly. But Regina said that she and Emma were going to break the curse to save Henry which meant soon, Grace would remember, too.

Remember a mother who abandoned her, Rebekah thought bitterly. The last time she had seen her daughter, she had been just a little girl. Now she was older -- the same age as Henry. Well, not really. Add 28 years to the four years Rebekah was taken away from her family. The last time she held Grace in her arms, her daughter was only six. Rebekah had missed so much.

"My dad brought me here," Grace told Rebekah.

He's not your dad, she wanted to shout. But...for twenty-eight years, Mr. Grace had been her father. And he had been a wonderful one . Rebekah had seen it with her own two eyes. The man loved Grace... no, Paige. The whole thing felt like whiplash.

She couldn't imagine how Jefferson dealt with it all. Having two different lives running in his head where no one else remembered. Rebekah had only been awake from the curse for less than a day and she felt like she was going mad. There's a lot of reasons for feeling mad right now, Rebekah thought.

Regina...yes, her actions were awful and what she had done to Rebekah was hard to forgive. But her anger was placed elsewhere right now to a traitor pirate whom she mistakenly trusted to bring her Jefferson. If she had gotten Jefferson to Grace before the curse, the two could have escaped to another realm that wouldn't be affected by the curse.

Rebekah frowned, thinking of Victor Frankenstein. His realm had been cursed as well. What other worlds were affected?

"I...I really wish you'd wake up, Bex."

Rebekah felt her heart ache at what her daughter had just said. "Henry needs you and I know that if you were awake...you'd find a way to wake him up because..." Rebekah heard Grace sigh. "And he's not the only one who needs you... he does too." Her hand pressed against Rebekah's stomach. "My Dad won't tell me much about him but...I know if you'd wake up you'd be able to save him, too," she whispered. "I know that I'd do anything to save him."

He's safe, sweet girl, Rebekah said in her head. Don't worry about your brother.

And then she heard her daughter cry. "Please wake up, Bex."

Her hand was being held and Grace's tears fell onto her skin and Rebekah's eyes shot open.

She heard a startled gasp, her daughter shaking while she held onto her hand. "Bex?"

She could see her surroundings. Rebekah could see Grace clearly and beamed at her, wincing as she sat up in the bed, tugging her daughter along with her. "Oh, sweet girl," Rebekah pulled her into a hug, letting her sit on her lap. "You have no idea just how powerful you are." She chuckled, tears freely rolling down her face as she held Grace tightly.

No, Rebekah had to remind herself. Grace isn't awake yet. Rebekah pulled away from her slowly and pressed her hand to her daughter's cheeks, wiping away stray tears that she had on her cheeks. "You're awake?"

"Yes." Rebekah grinned.

Grace smiled happily, too. "I'll go get my Dad," she started to say, moving off of Rebekah's lap and sliding off the bed.

"Wait," Rebekah called after her. She sighed when her daughter looked back at her, so happy that she was awake. "If you go get your Dad, he'll want to have the doctors look at me and I want to go be with Henry before that happens, okay?"

Rebekah frowned but nodded her head in agreement.

"This is our secret. Okay, Gr-Paige?" She had to correct herself.

"I won't tell anyone," she whispered back.

Rebekah watched as her daughter walked out of the room and left her. She inhaled a shaky breath and wiped away more tears that fell.

The sound of a heart monitor beeping loudly next door caused Rebekah to spring up from her bed, knowing who it belonged to.

"Dr. Whale?! Dr. Whale -- what is that!?" She heard Mary-Margaret crying out. She ran past a few nurses and nearly slid into the room as nurses and doctors surrounded Henry's bed. "What's wrong? What is it, please?!" Mary-Margaret continued to shout.

"Nurse, get her out of here now!" Dr. Whale ordered causing Mary-Margaret to be shoved right into Rebekah as she ran into the room.

"Bex?!" She said in shock but Rebekah continued to run forward.

"His heart rate is falling! Come on Henry!" Dr. Whale said, his eyes then widening when he saw Rebekah in the room. "What the hell?"

"Nurse to the I.C.U.,STAT , " Rebekah heard from the speakers.

"Rebekah, what are you," Dr. Whale started to say but Rebekah shoved past him and a few nurses to get to Henry, performing chest compressions on him herself.

"Come on, Henry," she whispered brokenly. "I'm awake," she told him, still pressing down on his chest as tears fell. "Come on, kid; don't die. You get to brag about how right you were! I'm awake Henry; I know who I am!"

Nothing.

"Rebekah," Dr. Whale said as her vision became blurry from her tears. "Rebekah...I'm sorry."

"No," she said, continuing chest compressions while barking orders at the nurse to continue feeding him air.

"Rebekah." Dr. Whale's hand moved to touch her shoulder as Rebekah took in a shaky breath while looking down at her nephew. The heart monitor was being turned off and the nurse were starting to leave the room. "I'm so sorry," Whale whispered.

Rebekah shook her head, not giving up. "No," she told him. "No, he'll wake up. Emma will break the curse and he'll wake up!"

"Curse?" Dr. Whale said in confusion. "What...what curse?"

"Bex?" Rebekah looked over her shoulder to see Snow standing a few feet away, tears streaming down her face. "Regina needs to know." Her hands stopped pressing down on Henry's chest, the sound of her old friend's voice finally bringing Rebekah back to reality. "Emma needs to know, too."

Rebekah pressed her lips together in a tight line as she tried to keep in a sob, her head shaking as she refused to accept that her nephew was gone. "There's a way," Rebekah started to say only to let out a loud sob that had been trapped in her throat.

"Get her to her room." Dr. Whale instructed Mary-Margaret. "Nurse, call Dr. Porter and have her come to Rebekah's room immediately. We need to see if the baby..."

"He's alive!" Rebekah spat out at Whale. "He was never in any danger!"

She felt her head spinning a million miles per hour, the voices in the room so loud. Rebekah looked down at Henry, moving her fingers to brush his hair away from his forehead as more tears fell.

Rebekah stood up, wiping away her tears with her hands as she tried to compose herself. When she walked past her friend, she had tried to reach for her. But Rebekah only had one thing on her mind. She knew where she needed to go. She needed to find her husband. And together, they'd find a way to clean up this mess.

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Mr. Gold set down the jeweled egg containing the vials of true love in it. Vials. Snow White and Prince Charming ' s -- and another vial of true love in it that Regina hadn't know about. Rebekah and Jefferson's along with blood from the youngest Mills sister. He wasn't lying to Emma when he said Rebekah Mills wasn't an ordinary person. In fact , she wasn't even a Mills.

Long ago, Cora went seeking more power and was fooled by Rumpelstiltskin, in disguise as a powerful wizard, her powers unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Cora just needed to give him her blood, which he later combined with his own and created something magical indeed. A child that grew in Cora's belly only to receive her powers just before the curse was created. His seer powers helped him know exactly what to do to make the future come true and here he was. Holding the most magic in Storybrooke there ever was --- well, unless Rebekah was somehow awoke. But given the fact that she radiated magic and they were in a land where magic wasn't possible, even if she did wake, it wouldn't be for long. Only until he brought magic to Storybrooke would Rebekah be safe--which was exactly what he was going to do.

He pulled out the key which would open the jeweled egg and twisted until it unlocked. Gold opened it and smiled, seeing the two bottles were safely glowing purple. He lifted up Charming's and Snow White's first, examining it only to tense at the sound of the bell on his door alerting him that he was not alone in the store any longer. Gold shoved the two vials in his pocket along with Rebekah's blood and locked the jeweled egg away in a box only to tense again when someone cleared their throat.

"Um, excuse me?" the person said, clearing their throat again. "Are you Mr. Gold?"

He closed his eyes in frustration. "Yes, I am. But I'm afraid the shop's closed." He turned so his back was no longer facing the person only to freeze upon seeing who that person was.

No. No. It wasn't possible.

"I was uh..." She walked closer to him. "I was told to -- to find you and tell you that Regina locked me up." He stared at her in disbelief, slowly using his cane to inch forward as he gripped tightly to his desk. "Does--does that mean anything to you?"

Mr. Gold moved until he was standing in front of her, a shaky hand moving to her shoulder to touch her, letting out a little breath when he realized she was real. "You're real," he whispered. "You're alive ."

Belle. His Belle. She was alive and real and standing right in front of him -- how in the Hell was that possible? Regina. Gold felt anger fill him.

"She did this to you?" he asked.

"I was told you'd protect me."

Belle didn't know who he was -- she didn't know who she was. What they were. But that didn't stop him from pulling her into his arms and letting tears fall from his eyes. "Oh, yes," he said to her, promising he'd keep her safe as he hugged her tense body. "Yes, I'll protect you," he swore.

Belle pulled away, apologizing. "Do -- do I know you?" she asked him.

His lower lip trembled and he sniffled a little, trying to regain his composure but failed. "No," he managed to get out. "But you will."

He was bringing magic to Storybrooke and once he had it, he'd awaken his true love from this curse and together, they'd find his son. He'd have his happily ever after and Regina could rot in hell.

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Rebekah hadn't made it to her room. She sat on the floor of the hospital just outside of Henry's room. Mary-Margaret had gone to look for Jefferson after Rebekah begged her to bring him to her and after telling Regina what had happened without letting her sister know that she was really awake. Rebekah listened to the sound of her older sister's cries as Dr. Porter continued to examine her. Rebekah refused to leave the floor and fought against the nurses who tried to help her up.

She felt tired. Weak. Damn near catatonic. The only thing keeping Rebekah from falling back asleep was her need to be with her daughter when she found out about Henry. Grace would be heartbroken and Rebekah was not going to let her go through that alone. She had missed too much already.

"Blood pressure is fine," Dr. Porter said. "Ultrasound is fine. How is this possible?" She whispered as she shined a flashlight at Rebekah's pupils. "This...this is a miracle."

"Where's Jefferson?" Rebekah barely managed to lift her head up to look at Jane.

"He was here earlier but...I don't know where he is now," she admitted.

"I need him." She whispered as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Jane frowned and wiped away the tear. "I'm so sorry, Rebekah."

Rebekah pushed off the floor, trying to stand on her own but got help from Jane. She walked into Henry's room, leaning against Jane with each step only to feel a gust of magic nearly knock both of them down on the ground.

Jane's hands dropped from Rebekah and the pregnant woman nearly fell before someone caught her. She watched as wide eyes looked down at her. "Rebekah?!" He gasped out her name.

The curse.

It was broken.

Rebekah grinned and nodded her head. "Hello, old friend." She stood up, moving her arms around Victor's shoulders but quickly tensed at the sound of Henry taking in a large gulp of air.

"Henry?" she whispered.

"I love you too," Henry said to Emma causing her to let out a cry. "You saved me."

"You did it," Regina said, causing Rebekah to glare in her direction.

More people began to come into the room and Rebekah watched as Emma's eyes widened. "Henry?" She whispered as she looked at them all. "What's going on?"

Henry sat up. "The curse," he said as he looked around the room. "I think you broke it."

"That was True Love's kiss," the Blue Fairy said as she walked up to them.

"No!" Regina said in anger. "No!"

The Blue Fairy turned to look at Regina. "If I were you, Your Majesty...I'd find a place to hide."

"Far," Rebekah walked forward, pushing herself to stand straight, "away." She moved to stand in front of Regina, still feeling so weak. "From me," she spat out.

"Rebekah." Regina's voice broke but Rebekah wasn't listening. So she shoved past her and went to Henry. "Henry, no matter what you think, no matter what anyone tells you, Ido love you."

"Get out of here, Regina," Rebekah's voice rasped.

Regina scurried out of the room not long after Rebekah told her to. Rebekah smiled over at Henry and with the help of her old friend Victor, she stood by his bed.

"You were already awake," Henry told her with a smile.

Rebekah nodded her head. "I think this little guy wanted me to remember." She pressed her hand to her belly. "I am so happy you're awake." Rebekah whispered to Henry before leaning down to kiss his head. She then looked to Emma, reaching out to grab her hand. "Thank you," she told her friend. "For everything."

Emma nodded, smiling a little, if Rebekah could guess, still unsure what to think of all of this. "Go get your daughter," Emma told Rebekah who grinned, nodding her head in return.

Rebekah, feeling more energized at the thought of seeing Grace, walked out of the room by herself. She pushed herself harder and harder until she was sprinting, running down the halls only to freeze when she heard; "Mama!" Rebekah spun around to see Grace at the other end of the hallway, eyes full of tears with a happy smile on her face. "Mama?"

Rebekah let out a cry and the both of them ran to each other, Rebekah falling down to her knees and opening her arms so that Grace could wrap them around her shoulders. Grace cried, repeating Mama over and over again as she fell into Rebekah's arms and held onto her tightly.

"You're here!" Grace cried. "I missed you so much!"

Rebekah could hardly see anything, her tears were blurring her vision so badly. "You woke me up," Rebekah told Grace, pulling away so she could see her face. "Oh, you're so beautiful and brave, my sweet Grace." She cried. "And I missed you every day I was away."

Grace swallowed hard, blinking tears and then looked around the hallway. "Where's Papa?"

Rebekah smoothed down her daughter's hair, tucking it behind her ears before pressing her hands to her face while smiling. "Let's go find him," she whispered. "I'm sure Papa will be happy we're finally awake."

Once they were outside, Rebekah saw a cloud of purple smoke coming at them. She quickly picked Grace up and used her own body to shield her from the smoke that passed through them and the second it passed through them, Rebekah felt more awake, more alert. Something inside her stirred and she knew what it was.

"What is that?" Grace asked her mother.

She frowned, moving her hand to rest on her belly as her child inside her kicked widly. "Someone brought magic to Storybrooke."

"Papa told me magic was evil, Mama." Grace looked to her mother. "And that only good fairies have it."

Rebekah swallowed hard. She couldn't let her daughter know that she had magic. She and Jefferson had decided together that if Grace ever asked about magic, they'd explain to her that there was good magic, and that there was evil magic. It appeared that Jefferson only told Grace about the bad magic in the world -- or, Regina. He taught her that magic was wrong and used for evil but there was good magic in the world. The fairies were good and they had magic. Rebekah began to worry what Jefferson might think when he found out that she possessed magic. Would he look at her differently? Would he think she was like her sister?

"If the Evil Queen has her magic returned...she can take you away from me and Papa again!" Grace said in a panic, gripping tightly to Rebekah.

"No," Rebekah looked to Grace, moving her hand from her own belly to Grace's face. "No, she won't ever take me away from you again, Gracie-girl. I promise ."

Rebekah would make damn sure that Regina wouldn't come anywhere near her family.

She just needed to find her husband.

Where are you, Jefferson?

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ENCHANTED FOREST

"How long have you had magic?"

Rebekah didn't answer her sister's question. She only looked down at the string of pearls used as her handcuffs. The same kind she wore while Regina's prisoner the first time to keep her in her bedroom.

"Either you start speaking or I'll have your tongue cut out, Rebekah!" Regina threatened causing her younger sister to smirk.

"But then you'd never get answers," she replied, moving a finger to slide against a pearl only to be zapped by it.

"Who gave you powers?" Regina demanded an answer. "Was it Rumpelstiltskin?" Rebekah shrugged, now walking around her prison, frustrating Regina further. "I should leave you here to waste away," she threatened. "And you'll never see your stupid husband or brat daughter again."

Rebekah looked over at Regina, head tilting to the side. "But you won't."

"Test me." Regina smirked.

"You can't handle being alone," Rebekah said back to Regina. "And the fact that I found love and happiness kills you every day. This new world you've created; I'm sure you have something picked out for me that makes me as miserable as you are here. Your need for revenge against anyone who has wronged you is the reason why I'm still alive. You want me to suffer and you to find happiness so that you can rub that happiness in my face." Regina crossed her arms over her chest. "But you will never find happiness, Regina, because you are a bad person."

"I am what I was made into." Regina glared. "And your madness from being my prisoner for all these years combined with your newfound powers...pretty soon you'll turn to the darkness as well and you'll be just like me , " she said as if she were singing a song.

Rebekah clenched her jaw, shaking her head at Regina. "I will never end up like you."

"Just like I said I'd never end up like Cora?" Regina smirked. "Funny how that turned out."

Rebekah swallowed hard, breathing hard through her nose. "There's a difference between you and I." She straightened her shoulders back to show confidence. "I have something even greater than magic -- stronger than it in fact." Regina raised her brow, waiting for Rebekah to answer. "A family who I love and would never hurt."

Regina shrugged her shoulders. "We'll see about that," she said as she left Rebekah's prison. "See you in the new world, little sister."

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STORYBROOKE, Maine

The purple smoke slowly faded away from them and Rebekah could feel the change in the air. The change in her , in her unborn child. She needed to find Jefferson before she told Grace about her magic but it felt as though her powers were about to burst out of her at any second, overwhelming Rebekah.

"Let's go find, Papa, okay?" She looked down at Grace, holding out her hand for her daughter to grab. Grace smiled happily and took her hand and the two walked away from the hospital and went to make their way to the town center, thinking that that's where everyone would go to reunite with their loved ones.

"Auntie Snow!" Grace giggled, running forward once they made it to Granny's diner, spotting Rebekah's oldest friend right away. Snow beamed down at her, opening her arms to hug Grace who welcomed the hug.

"Oh, Grace!" Snow said, happy tears in her eyes. "You've gotten so big!" And then Snow White looked up to see Rebekah standing a bit away. She dropped her arms from around Grace and stood up a little taller. She let out a breath and shook her head. "Rebekah," She smiled and the two friends embraced in a hug, both running to the other. "How -- how did this even happen?"

"Emma broke the curse by saving Henry!"

Snow's eyes widened in shock. "Oh, Henry!" She said, "I completely forgot."

"He's fine." Rebekah smiled. "That daughter of yours is quite the savior."

"My daughter," Snow grinned. "I have to go find her." She then looked to Charming. " We have to find our daughter."

"So it's true?"

Rebekah looked over her shoulder to see Emma standing behind her, looking at her parents with eyes full of confusion, apprehension, and a bit of hope. Rebekah got out of the way, walking over to Grace and watched as Snow and David slowly walked over to their daughter, taking a moment before wrapping their arms around her and hugging her tightly. "You found us," Snow whispered through tears.

"Grandpa?"

Snow White laughed, causing the rest of the group to laugh as Henry looked up to Charming and Snow hugging onto his mother.

"Yeah, kid." David chuckled as he let go of Emma, clapping his hand against Henry's shoulder. "I suppose so." He pulled Henry to his side, hugging onto him.

Suddenly, Rebekah felt like she was intruding on a moment.

A family moment.

Henry was her nephew in Storybrooke but now he had his own family. And technically, Rebekah was his...step-great-aunt. Regina was Snow White's step mother and Snow White was Henry's grandmother. This was all very complicated.

They slowly walked away from the group to talk privately while the group of people all to talked with one another, asking why they were still in Storybrooke and not the Enchanted Forest. What had happened? What was the purple smoke? She felt overwhelmed with emotions until Grace tugged on Rebekah's hand, sensing her discomfort and Rebekah smiled down at her daughter. "You're still his aunt," she told her mother.

While everyone around them was panicking and demanding questions, Graces' only concern was that her mother knew that she would still be a part of Henry's life. Oh, that beautiful girl of hers. Rebekah shook her head while smiling, so impressed with what a kind heart her daughter had. Jefferson had done so well raising her...as did her parents here in Storybrooke. Rebekah tried not to frown about that.

"Do you want to go see your family who raised you here?" Rebekah asked, knowing now that Grace had two sets of parents in her memory.

Grace shuffled her feet, looking down at the ground. "No," she said in a whisper. "I mean, I do." She sounded so troubled that it broke Rebekah's heart.

Rebekah got down on her knees so that she was somewhat eye level with Grace. "It's okay to love them, too," she said, resting her hands on Grace's shoulders. "They did such a good job raising you, Grace."

Grace frowned. "They're the ones who took care of me when..." She looked away from Rebekah and she knew what Grace was referring to.

She frowned too, moving her hands to cup Grace's face. "Papa was tricked by your aunt." Rebekah tried to explain. "She promised that if he helped her, she'd let our family be together again. But she didn't and I am so sorry."

Grace's eyes filled with tears. "I missed him," she whispered. "I still do."

"I bet he's waiting for us at home." Rebekah wiped away her daughter's tears.

"Auntie Bex?" Henry said, causing Rebekah to pause and look over at him. Remembering her life here -- remembering raising Henry when Regina couldn't--how was she supposed to go on now without him in her life the way she used to be? He had a new family, one that was good. He didn't need her anymore. "We're going to go find Rumpelstiltskin so he can answer all of our questions."

That surprised Rebekah. "Really?" She stood, moving Grace into her side. "The people aren't going after Regina?"

"Rumpelstiltskin brought magic to Storybrooke, not mo-." He stopped himself, looking down at the ground with a frown. "Regina didn't."

Who was she to tell him that Regina would always be his mother? She had never been one to him; Rebekah had . And she had stepped aside with Emma came to town for the sake of Henry and then got so swept up in Jefferson that nothing else had mattered. Emma was his mother. Rebekah was...family by a twisted marriage that ended in murder.

"You guys should come," Henry told them both, looking to Grace now with a smile. "I guess we're cousins now since you're my aunt's daughter." Rebekah felt like her heart would burst seeing the smile on Henry's face. She looked down at Grace who smiled up at her.

"Henry, I'd love to go but I have to find my husband," Rebekah told him.

Henry frowned. "Just...just because the curse is broken...we're still family, right?"

"Always," Rebekah promised him. "I'll always be your Auntie Bex."

Henry grinned and hugged her before running over to the group as they went on their search for Rumpelstiltskin. Truth was she had quite a few questions for the man too. For starters, why had he taken blood from her while she was unconscious? She had heard his conversation with Emma and after she had left, he pricked her with a needle and told her that he only needed a little blood -- but for what? Why did he take it? What did he plan to do with it?

"Mama?" Grace tugged at Rebekah's hand again.

She nodded her head. "Let's go find Papa." They walked in the opposite direction of the group of people, Rebekah really dreading that she didn't have a car to drive them to their home in the woods, but happy to spend as much time with her daughter as she possibly could.

Grace told Rebekah about living with Uncle Victor, and how she begged Jefferson to bring her back home so that she could see colors again and how together they'd pick mushrooms and sell them for money. Grace told Rebekah about how when she had wanted a toy rabbit, Jefferson had made her one from scratch after not being able to afford it. She talked about playing hide and go seek and the tea parties she had with him. "We were supposed to have tea when he returned from working with the queen."

"Well," Rebekah sighed. "I suppose that means we'll have to have a tea party when we get home so that I can join as well."

Grace giggled and nodded her head.

Please be home, Jefferson.

Something was wrong. She could feel it in her gut. Jefferson would have found them by now. Where was he?

"We'll put on a kettle and keep it warming for him," she said next as they made it to the woods.

"Mama...I never saw Papa while I was here." Grace's voice was worried.

Rebekah didn't want to tell Jefferson's story -- it was his story to tell. He would explain things better to Grace. "Papa lived out in the woods but he always kept an eye out on us," she decided to say. Grace looked clearly uncomfortable with what she wanted to ask next. "It's okay, Grace. You can ask me anything."

"Everyone in town said that...your baby's father was Graham."

She couldn't help but scoff at that. "The two is full of gossips," Rebekah told her daughter. "Graham was not the father. This baby," she moved Grace's hand to lay on her belly, "is your full-blooded brother. Papa is the father."

Grace sighed in relief. "You two fell in love again?"

Rebekah chuckled. "Yes."

When they got home, Jefferson wasn't waiting for them on the porch.

He wasn't waiting for them inside either.

Rebekah wanted to go find her sister, to demand to know what she had done with Jefferson but the more Grace spoke of her time away from Jefferson, the more she began to realize that Jefferson was probably too scared to face them. Too scared to face Rebekah because of what he had done to Snow and Emma and too scared to face his daughter because he still believed he had abandoned her.

Oh, Jefferson, she thought sadly. Just come home.

That night, Rebekah called Mr. and Mrs. Grace, who had been Jefferson's neighbors in the Enchanted Forest and explained to them that Grace was safe and would be staying with her tonight. They explained that they were reuniting with family as well and that they understood. Rebekah was glad they were so understanding. She and Grace had tea and Rebekah assured her daughter that her Papa would be home soon and that he was simply delayed.

"That's what they told me too." Grace said, snuggled next to Rebekah in bed.

The sky was dark and the sound of crickets chirping lulled Grace to sleep but a loud screeching followed by a howling wind woke her up. "What was that?" she asked. Rebekah slowly got out of bed and looked out her window to see a creature flying over the house and through the woods into town.

"I'm not sure," she said honestly.

"Bad magic?" Grace asked.

Rebekah couldn't answer. "Go back to sleep, Grace." Rebekah walked back over to her bed, getting settled in next to Grace who curled into her side again, her small hand pressed against the growing bump between them.

"I hope Papa is safe." Grace said softly before falling asleep. But Rebekah stayed up and listened to the howling noise of the creature in the sky and wondered just who it was after.

Her phone rang around 10 PM and Rebekah snuck out of bed to answer. Emma was calling.

"Hey Emma," Rebekah answered.

"So there's a lot to catch up on but more importantly , your sister has been marked by a Wraith." She said the name like a question. "And it's going to suck her soul away if we don't stop it and according to Regina, you have magic and can help."

Rebekah swallowed hard. "I don't use it."

"But you have it and can help."

"No, I can't," Rebekah answered back. "I am not going to help Regina. She had caused my family more suffering than you can imagine!"

"I can imagine and yet I'm still helping her!" Emma argued with Rebekah.

"I'm sorry, Emma." Rebekah apologized. "I can't." She hung up.

I'm sorry, Regina. But you're on your own.