Family Reunion {Neal Cassidy}

Rumplestiltskin was not a stupid man. In fact, he was quite smart when it came to many things, including observation of a newcomer to Storybrooke. There weren’t supposed to be new people in Storybrooke, even after the curse had run its course. Then again, how were they supposed to stop these newcomers? However, Rumple was highly suspicious of this one, because he seemed to be trying to lay low, asking questions around town in whispers, avoiding him. It wasn’t just his imagination, Rum was sure. The man who was new to Storybrooke was avoiding him.

In return, Rum started to follow him.

He was curious as to what this man was doing. He was a wildcard that Rum had to plan for. He was someone he didn’t know, someone who he needed to get a good read on just in case he became important in the future. His future-telling powers were unreliable, even more so in this land where magic had different rules it seemed. They weren’t telling him who this man was, he had to know who this man was or he could blow this whole operation out of the water. He couldn’t let all his work be for nothing.

Rumplestiltskin used his magical abilities to hide himself, to follow without being seen, though there was a small possibility the man would notice him, especially if he weren’t being careful. He knew he had other problems to deal with, namely Regina and finding Bae, but this was just as important, and he needed to let the ‘finding Bae’ portion sit in his brain for a while in order to come up with a solution. Later tonight he would sneak into the basement and experiment, not wanting Belle to know that he was practicing magic. Regardless, at this moment he had time to follow the man, and that was what he did.

After Rum finally decided to confront the man, his confidence coming from the fact he could easily kill the man if he tried anything, he followed him into the nearby Pharmacy, under the guise of a regular customer. The bell rung when he entered the small convenience store and pharmacy, and he slowly made his way towards the man he’d been followed.

Roughly, Rumple took him by his arm and shoved him against a nearby shelf. He was the Dark One after all, shoving people wouldn’t look odd for him. “Who are you?” His tone was almost violent, accusing.