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Neal Cassidy

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Jan 3 2018, 07:46 PM
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Neal's whole head was spinning as he finally came to complete terms with what exactly had just happened in the past couple of days. He had reunited with Emma, met a son he never knew about, and, reunited with the father who had left him behind.
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That talk he'd had with his father when he had turned up that day had brought a lot of feelings that he had pushed away a long time ago, and, now it was making him think about his past, and, the anger he had felt towards him for the longest time.
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Neal knew that he had to work tonight, so after checking on Emma and Henry, that they were comfortable and safe. Neal secured Henry's blanket around him, and, then made his way into the main room of his apartment.
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After leaving a note, in case any of them woke up, Neal pulled his jacket on over himself, making sure his keys were in his pocket, before heading downstairs, and, hopping on his bike heading to the bar a couple of blocks away.
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At least here at the bar, Neal could forget about everything that had just happened, and, just work around the late night bar hoppers of the night. He knew that he flirted with a couple of them, but, it helped get better tips. And, someone like him needed all the money he could get.
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Before he knew it, the clock told him that his shift was over, but, he hesitated, since he wasn't ready to go home yet. Neal wasn't going back to that place right now, since he knew his father didn't sleep, so he would be awake, probably waiting for him to come home. Meaning he would have to talk to him, or at least be face to face with the man again.
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He couldn't do it.
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Making his way to the back room, Neal soon found his head filling with not only memories of Emma, but, also memories of his father, both recent, and, way in the past. Both of which he wished weren't coming back all at once the way they were. It had taken years for him to forget about all of this in the first place, and, now his father had found him.
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He didn't want to run away again, New York, and, that apartment was his home. His father didn't get to turn his life upside down again, he was finally settled. He didn't get a second chance to be a father.
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Neal splashed some water on his face to calm his nerves a bit, and, hopefully make some of those memories disappear, before making his way back out. Instead of heading towards the exit, Neal just poured himself a drink, and, downed it pretty quickly.
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'Woah, you alright there?'
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Neal stood there and looked at his co-worker for a minute. He wasn't alright, but, talking wasn't really his thing. “I'm fine.” Neal poured another drink before making his way to the dart board, and, just started firing at the bullseye. Picturing it being a face he didn't like, made his aim a whole lot better.
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<h1>Don't you worry, don't you worry child.</h1>
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Bae didn't really have much to do in the Forest these days. His father was once again away trying to sell some yarn, while he was left in their village for a while. Bae knew that if he was old enough his father would take Bae with him, but, since he was only 7 his father worried a little bit. Bae understood that, and, was happy to stay here. And, he knew that his father told him that if something happened to go to the neighbours house, and, wait for him.
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He was fine though, Bae wasn't usually bothered by all of this, because he knew that his father was always going to be back, and, that is what kept him happy in this Forest.
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Bae had found himself drawing something onto a piece of parchment, and, he knew that he was improving, remembering that trip away with his parents, and, his mother teaching him a few things.
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Bae knew that his mother was gone, but, this was a good way to stay connected to her. Even though he did remember her face, but, even that was becoming a bit fuzzy.
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He had decided to go and play with his ball outside for a bit, since it was getting a bit stuffy inside the cottage. Bae hopped down off of his stool, and, grabbed his ball before toddling himself outside, and, just started kicking it against the side of their house.
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Neal couldn't believe it.<br>
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For the first time in years, Neal had an actual family for Christmas. It was always the one thing he had asked Santa for. Not that he had ever believed in him. He was too old for that when he reached this world, and, he given up hope by then. But, still it was nice to know that maybe the man was listening.<Br>
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He didn't want to wake Emma when he had woken up, so he snuck out and, he had spent the day preparing everything for the family Christmas later on. Neal knew that Henry was spending the day with Regina, and, then coming to their place at night. And Wendy was always welcome in his house.<br>
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Neal knew that he was probably going to end up doing the cooking so he had to make sure that he had everything he needed. Neal didn't know what everyone liked. But he got the traditional stuff that he had noticed in Christmas dinners that he had peeked in at.<br>
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After he'd finished his shopping, Neal had stopped by his father and Belle's house to drop off gifts for his father, Belle and brother and sister. Neal loved them, and, was glad that his father was trying to be better. Even if he was still slightly hurt by the fact that his father had struggled to do that for him, or chosen not to try.<br>
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Neal shook those thoughts out of his head, as he soon reached his apartment again. He sent a text to Wendy telling her to come by for Christmas dinner, making sure that she was going to be there too.<br>
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Putting the bags down, Neal gave a soft smile in Spike's direction before tossing something to him. He then decided to start preparing the dinner, because he knew it would take a while to cook while he waited for Emma to wake. Or for Henry and Wendy to arrive.</div>
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Neal was surprisingly kind of settled in this place, not that he ever forgot the people who he cared about most, but, things had started to change once he had met Evanna, and, the man who had called himself Scar. A name he still couldn't get used to.<Br>
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He would never stop wanting to get back to Emma and Henry, that much he knew, but, as far as places go. There could've been worst places and worst situations to be in. Neal had been in worse situations himself, and, he knew that one day he would see them again.<br>
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And it was that hope that he would always hold onto.<br>
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It was weird, that someone like him would have hope. But, either he'd been spending too much time with Snow and Charming, or he was starting to believe that stuff himself. Believe that he finally had somewhere and someone to give him this hope.<br>
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Neal kept his hands in the pockets of the jacket as he started to wander this ghost town. He knew that it looked like Storybrooke, but, it was simply just a ghost town that looked like that town.<br>
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He looked around as he soon spotted his father's shop. Well, ok maybe not his father's shop, but, it was definitely the equivalent of it down here. Letting out a soft sigh, Neal decided to go in anyway. Give him even a small sense of home. Or the family he couldn't be with.<br>
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Neal pushed the door open, and, made his way in. No idea who he would find when he got in there.</div>
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The morning had started the same way that it always had. Neal had gotten the call to go into work, but, he had still made a detour to Granny's. He knew that work beckoned, but, he still wasn't saying no to Granny's eggs and hot cocoa.
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Neal looked out of the window as he examined the town in all of it's somewhat glory. For some reason that man Mr. Gold's store gave him a pain when-ever he looked at it. He didn't even know why, but, for some reason he had a hatred for that man. Not a fear persay like everyone else in this town, just an anger towards him.
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He looked away, shaking those feelings out of his head, and, gave a smile at one of the waitresses as they brought him his order, and, he sat there with the mug of cocoa in his hands for a moment. Neal had finished up his breakfast, and, then grabbed his jacket and made his way towards the garage.
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Neal knew that Mr. Tillman couldn't do everything by himself, so he was happy to lend a hand. He noticed that kid Henry walking with that woman Regina, who he strangely kind of liked, and, he gave a soft smile in his direction before reaching the garage. He didn't know what kind of jobs they would have today, but, surprisingly in a town this small, they had a lot of cars come into the garage.
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Reaching the garage, Neal took off his jacket, and, changed into the overalls that he was required to wear for this job. Neal hated wearing them, but, it was a rule here. So, after getting changed, Neal went to the desk inside where the jobs were written, and, he picked up the clipboard to see where he was supposed to start.
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Neal grabbed the keys from one of the cars, and, moved it into place, before beginning the work on it. Neal knew that it always felt too quiet in here, and, so he put on the radio that was in here, before he moved himself underneath the car and began the work on it that he had to do.
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<h2>Emma Swan </h2>
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