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“Well, for starters, the imp is the reason we are all here. Some would say it is my fault. But, I would like to point out that Rumple manipulated me,” she spat, her eyes widening and her teeth clenched. After all, Rumple had told her about the curse. And, he was one of the few that had been untouched by it.

“However,” she continued, choosing her words carefully, “I guess I need to know what you mean by a couple of years. Time seems to be a bit funny here.”

Bae remained emotionless other than thoughtful hums and nods as she spoke, but on the inside he was dying. His father really had become a monster. He hadn’t wanted to believe it, but it was obviously true. He’d become the monster Bar had feared he would turn into in the early days of his transformation. “234 years. That’s how many years I missed.” Bae deadpanned. “But what you’ve told me is more than enough to make a conclusion.

Regina scanned his emotionless face, looking for insight as to why a kid would be looking for the Dark One. Was this a trap? Perhaps, the imp had sent him to trick her. He seemed to be behind every plan. Hesitant, she leaned back in her chair away from him, brows slightly furrowed. “I see. And what is that conclusion, dear?” she swallowed, choosing her words carefully. 

“That he’s a complete and total arse.” Bae said, crossing his arms over his chest. He knew that look he was giving her. She was suspicious of him. She probably thought he was working for his father to try and get information against her. “Don’t worry about me, Your Majesty. I’m not working for that monster.” 

“Good. Smart boy.” She nodded approvingly and tilted her head, locking eyes with him. How did he know the imp? And, more importantly what was he doing here? She scratched her head and rose from her chair. She was going to have to get a drink if this conversation was going to continue. So, she sauntered over to a drink cart and poured herself a shot of whiskey. “I hope you don’t mind me having a little drink, dear. I’m just not fond of the man,” she cringed, unsure if “man” was the correct term for him. She took a swig of her whiskey. She knew she wasn’t being the most hospitable, but she needed to figure out this boy before her. So, she looked back at him with furrowed brows. “Who are you really, dear? Few people still call me ‘Your Majesty’,” recalled, his words finally all sinking in. 

He looked over his shoulder at her pouring a drink and shrugged, chuckling softly. “I don’t mind at all. I would ask for one myself, but I know I look too young.” Bae said with another shrug. He listened to her talk, watching her as she looked him over in confusion, trying to figure him out. “I’m Peter Pan, you figured that out on your own.” Bae said, shrugging. “Why should I not call you ‘Your Majesty’? You’re a queen, are you not? But if you must know… I’m his son. Or at least, I used to be.”

Regina took a heftier swig of her whiskey and cringed as it burned her throat. “I see,” she breathed, turning her focus back on the boy as he spoke. However, as he finished, her eyes widened and her head spinned. She wasn’t sure if what she was feeling was from the alcohol or from what he said. But, either way, she stopped in her tracks and chugged her whiskey as she set the empty glass back on the tray. “Baelfire?” she whispered, almost inaudibly. “Baelfire. The only one with whom the Dark One broke his promise,” she hissed, a devious smirk spreading across her face as she jumped and sprinted to the drink tray. She mixed him a weak vodka mix and presented it to him. “Well, after your journey, dear. I’d say, you deserve this."