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"Sir, news from the battlefield Avalonea has fallen," the news stated by the squire sent fear though the War council room. The ogres were practically on their doorstep. Belle felt a jolt of fear at the news

"If only he had come..." said Gaston her fiancée. It seemed if there was any bright spot to be found in this whole disaster it was that the ogres would probably kill them before her father had a chance to drag her up the aisle to marry the brutish knight.

"Well he didn't did he? Ogres are not men." said her father sitting down heavily in his throne.

Deciding not to point out that it had been Gaston's torturing of a young ogre child that had helped inflame this mess, Belle swept from her fiancée’s side and knelt beside her father determined not to give up hope.

"He could be on his way right now Papa."

"It's too late my girl. It's just too late." sighed her father. Suddenly there was a loud banging on the doors.

"That's him! That has to be him!" exclaimed Belle as they all stood and moved towards the doors.

"How could he get back the walls?" Belle held back a sigh. She loved her Papa but he could be dense. The Dark One was a sorcerer of immense power. A little thing like walls weren't going to stop him.

"Open it!" her father ordered. The great double doors were unbarred and swung open only to have no one standing there. Then a high pitched voice spoke from behind them.

"Well that was a bit of a let down!" Belle whipped around to see a man or what appeared to be a man sitting on her father's throne his legs over the arms. It was the Dark One.

His skin was oddly tinted a greenish gold the texture almost like scales. His finger nails were blackened similar to claws. He had large amber eyes and was dressed in a dramatic dragon skin coat with a brown vest tight leather pants and high brown boots.

He didn't look particularly large or intimidating in the physical manner Gaston was but he exuded an aura of power that made it clear who was in control. And he utterly fascinated Belle.

"You sent me a message something about Help! Help! We're dying! Can you save us?" Gaston had his sword out and Belle held back a groan. That's right, threaten the man who you are attempting to convince to save your lives.

The Dark One stood and batted away Gaston's sword as if it were a mere nuisance.

"The answer is yes. For a price."

"We sent you a promise of gold," stated her father defensively and unable to contain her exasperation Belle rolled her eyes. Had her father heard none of the stories of the man who could spin straw into gold? They might as well have offered him a pile of stones.

The Dark One seemed to share her exasperation because he smirked and said in an even higher voice as if explaining a complicated concept to a child.

"You see...I ah...make gold." Belle felt her lips briefly twitch upward in amusement at his tone. "What I want is something a bit more special." He turned and pointed at Belle.

"My price...is her." Belle's eyes widened. Surely she had misheard. Whatever could he want with her. To her own surprise she also felt no revulsion at the proposal merely confusion and slight wariness. Regardless this resulted in a cry of outrage around the room.

"The lady is engaged. To me." said Gaston pushing Belle behind him. Belle knew she should feel protected but only felt frustration. She knew it was not out of affection but possesiveness. She wasn't some damsel in distress. No deal had yet been struck so it was unlikely the Dark One was going to carry her off.

The Dark One rolled his eyes. And even looked slightly offended at the clear implication that he had less than honorable intentions towards her.

"I didn't ask if she was engaged. I'm not looking for love." He said this last bit in an exaggerated manner then turned his eyes back to Belle who suddenly realized that though his words addressed her father the Dark One wasn't making a deal with her father. He was making one with her.

"I'm looking for a caretaker for my rather large estate. Its her or no deal." Belle held the Dark Ones gaze. She believed him when he said he wanted a caretaker that he would not treat her as...well something else she'd prefer not to contemplate.

"Get out!" barked Belle's father. The Dark one shrugged and turned beginning to walk towards the door. Belle knew that their kingdoms only chance was walking out the door. And after all what was one life compared to the hundreds of men, women, and children that would be slaughtered if she didn't go.

"No, Wait!" she called struggling out from behind Gaston. The Dark One turned and raised an eyebrow. "I will go with him."

"I forbid it Belle!" snarled Gaston who probably could not have said anything that would have convinced her further in her course.

"Nobody decides my fate but me!" snapped Belle sharply before turning back to the Dark One. "I shall go."

"It's forever dearie," he said in his high pitched tone. Yet she saw that it was a genuine warning to her not to strike the bargain if she wasn't certain. Well, she was going to nail out the details.

"My family, friends, and people...they will live?" The Dark One bowed his head.

"You have my word." Belle held her head high.

"Then you have mine. I will go with you. Forever."

"Deal!" cried the Dark One clapping his hands like a child and adding a high pitched giggle at the end.

"Belle...Belle...you cannot do this! You cannot go with this...Beast." said her father. The Dark One pressed a hand to his chest adopting a look of mock hurt that would have been amusing had the situation been less severe.

"Father...Gaston...it's been decided."

The Dark One leaned over her shoulder and said in a cheerful tone.

"You know...she's right. The deal is struck!" Belle stepped closer and he placed his hand on her lower back in a gentlemanly manner. Just as they past the threshold he called over his shoulder.

"Oh congratulations on your little war!"

OUAT

Rumpelstiltskin hadn't really been all that interested by the plea from Avalonea. For one thing the idiots offered him gold. As if he didn't have enough of it and the kingdom was fairly average holding no real items of great value.

Nonetheless he found that when ogre's were concerned it was at least worth a visit.

From the moment he appeared in the throne room she had caught his eye. A chestnut-haired beauty in a golden off the shoulder ballgown.

While the rest stared at him in disgust her bright blue eyes instead held curiosity and intrigue.

Goodness, the girl even rolled her eyes at her father's proposition of gold. Clearly at least one person in the room had an intellect that rose above that of your average sheep. He even thought he detected a smile at his antics.

This girl was more than a beauty. She was an enigma. And in an instant he knew his price.

"My price is her." The rest of the people in the room were predictably in uproar however Rumpelstiltskin kept his gaze on the beauty gaging her reaction. However instead of the utter disgust he was expecting she merely appeared surprised. His view of the young woman was then blocked by the oafish knight who had threatened him with the sword earlier as he stepped in front of her.

"The lady is engaged. To me." Ah yes and she looks positively thrilled about that doesn't she dearie? Rumpelstiltskin observed internally, noting the look of irritation that crossed the brunette's woman's face.

He was also well aware that from scandalous looks on the men's faces they were all presuming he wanted her as some sort of whore. Why else would the oaf feel the need to announce his romantic attachment?

The idea disgusted Rumpelstiltskin. He had done many morally questionable things in his long life but taking a lady without her consent was a particular line he had no intention of ever crossing. That said it wasn't surprising considering they saw him as a monster and what else would one expect of such a creature?

Nonetheless he felt a strange need to reassure the young woman. He just had to do so without appearing weak so he fell back on his old tool of sarcasm.

"I didn't ask if she was engaged. I'm not looking for love." He paused for dramatic effect. "I'm looking for a caretaker for my rather large estate. Its her or no deal."

He largely ignored the predictable cries of outrage from her family and friends in favor of studying the girl. He watched as she held his gaze for a moment before her eyes flitted towards her father and then down to the war map showing their woefully hopeless situation. She was evidently analyzing the situation.

"Get out!" shouted her father and Rumpelstiltskin turned casually beginning to leave.

"As you wish." he told them. He had nearly reached the door when a female voice called out.

"No! Wait!" He turned on the spot to see the young noblewoman move out from the possessive grasp of her fiancee and step forward to face him head high. "I will go with him."

"I forbid it Belle!" shouted the oaf and Rumplestiltskin held back a snort. He already got the sense that nobody could forbid this woman to do anything and he was indeed proven right as Belle snapped back.

"Nobody decides my fate but me!" she then returned to their staring match. "I will go with him."

"It's forever dearie," Rumpelstiltskin warned her. He was pleased she seemed willing to accept the bargain but he wouldn't have anyone saying he hadn't clearly laid out his terms. Belle seemed of a similar mind as she instead countered with a confirmation of his side of the deal.

"My family, friends, and people...they will all live?"

"You have my word." said Rumpelstiltskin. Belle bowed her head.

"Then you have mine. I will go with you. Forever."

"Deal!" cried Rumpelstiltskin with a giggle.

"Belle...Belle...you cannot do this! You cannot go with this...Beast." said King Maurice and Rumpelstiltskin faked a look of great offense. Beast was really the best the man could come up with?

"Father, Gaston, it's been decided," stated the young woman firmly. Rumpelstiltskin leaned over her shoulder and added

"You know...she's right. The deal is struck!" He placed his hand on her lower back and guided her out the door. As they left he called out.

"Oh congratulations on your little war!"

Author's Note: And so begins my Rumbelle series. I hope to be consistent in my updates (usually weekly or so) but I can't make any exact promises other than not to abandon it. It's a large project that I intend probably to stretch into 3 books covering from seasons 1-3 (Because that's were thing started to go downhill for the show and everything actually can be nicely tied up.) There will be some major and minor canon divergence as time goes on as I intend to make Belle a slightly bigger player and make some changes to things in the show I disagree with or think could have been done better. However the same general plot will apply. I do ask if you like the story please leave your thoughts in comments it really does help with motivation.

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Belle felt her heart hammering in her chest as the doors swung shut behind them. She was more than a little scared. Though more of how unsure her future was now than of the man who stood beside her.

So lost was she in her thoughts that Belle was caught off guard when they were suddenly surrounded by a swirl of crimson smoke. Seconds later the interior of her father's castle had been replaced with the stony exterior of a large and foreboding black castle set amidst high mountains.

Belle stumbled slightly at the change in terrain and was only prevented from falling flat on her face by the Dark One catching her arms and steadying her. Despite his wiry frame his grip was strong.

"Careful dearie, we don't want you to break anything before you've even started," he said.

As opposed to breaking something after? she thought wryly but didn't overlook the gesture.

"Thank you," she told him. The Dark One didn't acknowledge her thanks instead stating.

"Welcome to the Dark Castle. Your new home for well..." he giggled. "Forever."

The doors swung open and Belle followed him through the red carpeted foyer and into a grand hall with tapestry covered walls and which held a long table with a chair at either end, a series of pedestals and a display case showing various objects that Belle suspected must have some sort of magical significance, and most notably a spinning wheel in one corner. All the drapes were drawn shut leaving the room darkened.

Dark Castle certainly appeared to be an apt name for her new employer’s residence.

"Don't dawdle dearie," snapped the voice of the Dark One and Belle shook her head and focused on following him as he led her down a series of stairs.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Let's call it... Your room," he answered and Belle nodded. She supposed as caretaker she'd be put in servants, quarters which was understandable and she had no intention of complaining about the change in station. However, she was shocked when they stopped at what was essentially a prison cell.

"My ROOM?" she asked in disbelief.

"Well, it sounds nicer than dungeon!" he replied cheerfully before shoving her inside.

Belle was speechless as she caught herself on the hard stone floor. Belle closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm herself.

Do the brave thing and bravery will follow. That was what her mother had always told her. Well, she'd done the brave thing by coming here. But she wasn't quite feeling the bravery just yet.

Belle had no way of keeping track of the time so she wasn't sure how long it had been before the dungeon door creaked open and she saw the Dark One. Belle swiftly stood.

"Come I want you to serve me tea." She followed him up the steps nearly running into him when he stopped abruptly.

"Kitchen is that way. When you have the tea ready, I'll be waiting in the Great Hall."

"Understood sir." Belle moved to the kitchen which looked like it needed a good cleaning. However, she was able to find a fairly nice white and blue patterned tea set that only needed to be briefly wiped out with a rag.

Being royalty cooking hadn't been something Belle had learnt much about but luckily tea was at least within in her range.

Once the tea had boiled, she set the pot, milk, sugar bowl, and some slices of lemon she was able to track down on the tray and carried it, slightly unsteadily thanks to the ballgown, up to the great hall.

The Dark one was seated at the end of the long table closest to the door his fingers steepled as he watched her.

"You will serve me my meals and you will clean the Dark Castle," he began as she set the tea service down.

"I understand," said Belle.

"You will dust my collection and launder my clothing."

"Yes," Belle answered softly pouring the tea.

"You will fetch me fresh straw when I'm spinning at the wheel."

"Got it." said Belle setting down the tea pot. The cooking might be a challenge but the rest was fairly standard.

"Oh and you will skin the children I hunt for their pelts." Belle's heart plummeted at his gleeful tone and the cup slipped from her fingers falling to the floor.

"That one was a quip. Not serious," said the Dark One. Belle let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. Apparently, her new Master had a morbid sense of humor.

"Right." She bent to pick up the cup and her heart which had just started to get back to a normal pace sped up again in fear. The cup was damaged. Would he punish her?

"Oh. My. I'm sorry but umm...It's chipped." she said as the Dark One peered around the table. Belle held up the cup.

"You can hardly see it..." She waited for his reaction expecting him to perhaps rage at her. She'd seen the nobility of her father's court punish servants for less. But instead he shrugged.

"Well, it's just a cup." Belle breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he wasn't so bad.

OUAT

He'd startled her with his quip about skinning children. Of course, that had been his goal. To see how she would react. All things considered it could have been worse. She'd looked terrified yes but she didn't fall to pieces confirming his suspicion that she was made of sterner stuff than first glance would imply.

"That one was a quip. Not serious," he trilled. This seemed to calm the girl and she bent to pick up the cup she had dropped however she didn't rise immediately and Rumplestiltskin peered around the edge of the table to see her looking nervous again.

"Oh. My. I'm sorry but umm. It's chipped," she said holding up the cup which did indeed now have a chip in the rim.

"You can hardly see it." she said and Rumplestiltskin realized by the nervous tone in her voice that she was expecting him to blow up at her. He supposed he could fake a rage and terrify her. Put the fear of her new Master into the girl.

But at the regretful look on her face his mind suddenly went back to his days as a poor spinner and the way that the Duke of the Frontlands and his Knights would terrorize the villagers for the tiniest offense even if it were an accident. He was many things. But he was not like them.

Rumplestiltskin shrugged.

"Well, it’s just a cup." He watched relief flood his maid's face as she stood and repoured the tea and handed it to him their finger's briefly brushing.

An awkward silence fell between them before Belle spoke up.

"Would you by any chance have any books on cooking? It’s just if I'm to prepare your meals it would help if I had something to learn from."

Well, well, well. It seemed his little maid actually planned on taking this seriously. Rumplestiltskin wasn't going to deny that he did slightly like the irony of a noblewoman having to become a maid. It would be interesting if she truly stuck with it or crumbled under the weight of manual labor like so many spoiled princess's might.

"You should find what you need in the kitchen." He answered shortly. "All that finery and they didn't teach you anything useful growing up dearie?" he asked trying to see if the jab would irritate her. To his surprise she raised an eyebrow.

"Not really. Aside from reading, writing, and possibly riding, if it would be useful in the outside world it was likely unsuitable." Rumplestiltskin giggled. Oh, she was witty. And more than a little brave. During their conversation her eyes hadn't left his.

"Don't expect that to be an excuse to slack on your duties." He told her. He might have been wrong but he thought he saw her lips curve upward briefly.

"I wouldn't dream of it sir." Silence fell again but this time it was far less uncomfortable. He finished his tea and as Belle collected it she spoke again.

"I'm afraid I still don't know your name. Or am I to spend the rest of my life calling you Dark One?" Rumplestiltskin held back a snort he WOULD NOT indicate he genuinely found her amusing.

"You really don't know?" he asked.

"No, everything I came across with regard to you only used your title speaking more of your deeds then yourself." she answered.

Now that was intriguing. She had read about him. She did seem the bookish sort. Then again, she had been the only person to realize the ridiculous nature of offering gold to someone who could make piles of it with magic.

"That would be because names have power dearie. But seeing as you are never going to see farther than the castle grounds for the rest of your life, my name is Rumplestiltskin."

Belle smiled at him. Actually smiled. Why would she do that? And why did he find himself taking such pleasure in having that smile directed at him?

"A pleasure to meet you Rumplestiltskin. I'll clean these and then go back to my..."room". She pursed her lips placing emphasis on the last word clearly expressing her disapproval.

"See that you don't dawdle. The door will lock after you in case you get any silly ideas of escape." For the first time since their discussion began, she actually looked slightly offended. Interesting.

"You may see me as some silly Princess. But I gave you my word and as long as the deal remains in effect, I intend to keep it. Lock me in if you so choose, but please do not act as if my word means any less than yours." Rumplestiltskin raised an eyebrow before inclining his head slightly, impressed against his will.

"We shall see dearie. We shall see." His new maid curtsied.

"Goodnight Rumplestiltskin."

OUAT

Well, her first job as caretaker had gone fairly well aside from the whole chipped cup incident. As nervous as Belle had been originally, she had found herself beginning to at least feel less uncomfortable.

Of course, the morbid joke about skinning children had been a bit off putting but dark quips aside she got the sense that he had been testing her. Seeing how she'd react. Much to Belle's satisfaction she also had a feeling she'd passed.

Rumplestiltskin. A strange name for a strange man. She still wasn't quite sure what to make of him. He didn't appear yet to be the monster legends claimed, but there was undoubtably a darkness to him.

Belle sighed putting away the tea service and heading back to the dungeon. Interesting conversationalist or not she was still slightly miffed about the living arrangements. Yet it could be worse. At the moment it was probably best she try and get some sleep. After all she had the rest of forever to ponder her enigmatic employer.

Author's Note: And Chapter 2 is up! Thank you to those who have already commented I really appreciate it. I continue to request if those reading enjoy this story leave your thoughts below especially if there is anything you like in particular so I know what to keep doing. Until next time. Also Regina didn't know who Rumplestiltskin was when she summoned him, and Cinderalla didn't recognize him so I figure its not entirely unreasonable that she might not know his name. I kind of figured everyone knows about The Dark One but since its been multiple people that's more what's focused on.

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Belle woke with a slight crick in her neck the pile of straw didn't offer much comfort. Pale light streamed in through the small window of her cell.

It took her a moment to recall where she was and how she got there. The ogres, Rumplestiltskin, the deal. And now here she was. She'd barely had time to rub the sleep from her eyes when the door opened.

"Time to get up dearie," trilled Rumple. How anyone had that much energy in the morning bewildered Belle but she stood without complaint.

"You're to go to the kitchen and prepare breakfast." Rumplestiltskin told her firmly.

"Good morning to you too," muttered Belle sarcastically under her breath.

"What was that dearie?" really, she'd have to see if she could convince him to call her by her name.

"I said very well." covered Belle. She saw his large almost lizard like eyes narrow slightly but he let the matter drop. Antagonizing a man who could turn you into a toad. Smart idea Belle! She thought to herself as she headed to the kitchen.

Belle pulled down one of the cook books from the shelf and perused it trying to find something easy. Surely, he wouldn't expect anything particularly fancy just yet.

The easiest thing would probably be to simply cook some porridge and sausages that she found in the food store.

Determined to start the day with her best foot forward Belle started the woodfire stove and heated the pot. She then moved to start cooking the sausages.

It wasn't going too badly or so she thought until she lost track of the time on the porridge and in her hurry to stop it burning Belle grabbed the hot iron pot and promptly dropped it with a cry her hand reddened from the heat. The hem of her dress caught one of the coals of the nearby fire and began to smoke. Gasping Belle pulled away and stamped it out.

Apparently, the noise in the kitchen had been loud enough to draw Rumplestiltskin's attention as he arrived in a puff of crimson smoke.

"What the HELL is going on?" he demanded. Belle felt her face flush with embarrassment.

"I was attempting to make breakfast," she answered not meeting his eyes.

"And you thought nearly destroying the kitchen was a good way to start?" anger at her own incompetence filled Belle and she snapped.

"Because everything you've ever done has turned out perfect on the first try?" she turned away and began trying to clean things up some of the anger draining from her as swiftly as it had come. Rumplestiltskin dodged her question.

"Well you could attempt to make less of a commotion! Clean this up and then just bring out a bowl of fruit and some bread and jam. We don't need any more accidents this morning."

"As you wish," Belle replied feeling like a bit of a failure.

OUAT

Rumplestiltskin was caught between annoyance and amusement at his new maid's utter disaster of an attempt at breakfast.

It had to be some sort of achievement to be able to make such a mess out of simple porridge and sausage. He'd considered laughing until she'd greeted his sarcastic observation with one of her own. She wasn't wrong after all he had made a mess of plenty of spells and potions the first time around. But he could hardly let her know she was right.

"Well, you could attempt to make less of a commotion! Clean this up and then just bring out a bowl of fruit and some bread and jam. We don't need any more accidents this morning."

"As you wish," she replied and he teleported to his spinning wheel in the great hall. A little while later she entered carrying a tray and he took his seat at the table. As she set it down, he noticed her right hand was bandaged.

"What happened to your hand?" he asked taking it and removing the bandage. Strangely she didn't seem to shy away from his touch.

"I burned it on the handle of the pan," she answered shortly. It occurred to him as he looked at her slightly downcast expression that she was taking her failure rather hard. Not so much out of fear of him it seemed. No her occasional mouthiness showed that wasn't the case. She was taking it as a personal failure.

Rumplestiltskin viewed the now severely reddened skin of her once ivory palm. Without thinking he waved his hand and the skin healed itself returning to it's original unblemished state. She gasped in surprise before examining her hand in fascination. Then she turned her shining blue eyes to him.

"Thank you." Rumplestiltskin cleared his throat.

"You're hardly of any use to me if you can't use your hands properly." he answered dismissively. However, the small smile she gave him was a little too understanding for his comfort.

"Well, thank you all the same." she curtsied and departed leaving him to eat and ponder why the HELL he'd bothered to heal her. He was starting to wonder if this woman was going to be more trouble than expected.

OUAT

He had healed her. Belle was reeling slightly from the interaction. When he'd taken her hand she hadn't been sure what to expect. But certainly not for him to use his magic to fix a consequence of her incompetence.

Incidentally it was the first time they'd had any sort of prolonged skin to skin contact and while the texture of his oddly tinted skin was slightly more uneven than a normal man's it was not unpleasant and the touch itself had been surprisingly gentle as he examined her hand.

Truly he couldn't be all bad. Nobody who was would had bothered to heal their servant's hand whatever justification he had offered.

There was also the added aspect of seeing him use magic. The way it had fixed her hand so that it was good as new fascinated her. Then again while she'd never had a particular inclination to learn the art the concept itself at always interested her.

It was also proof, that dark magic clearly could be used for good. Healing was not an evil action. Although come to think about it one could also consider getting rid of the ogres good even if it had come with a price as all magic did.

Belle shook herself out of her musings she needed to get to work. She wasn't going to repay her master's kindness by lazing around. Going to the store cupboard she found a mop, duster, broom, rags, and soap. The first thing she'd start cleaning was the kitchen.

OUAT

Belle was exhausted as it neared supper time. But there was something satisfying about having completed something for herself. The kitchen was no longer dusty and covered with grime. Every surface had been scrubbed clean and all the kitchen utensils had been sorted in a way Belle felt would make them easiest to access.

Now dinner was approaching she once again felt nervous. Flipping through the cookbook she found a fairly simple recipe for beef stew. This time she was meticulous in her timing preparing the chopped vegetables and beef before starting the stew cooking.

She followed the instructions to the letter and was relieved when it was time to remove the product from the stove. She ladled some into a small bowl and tasted it. Well, it wasn't exactly as flavorful as hoped but it was at least edible.

Belle ladled some into a larger bowl and placed some bread and butter on the tray to go with it before carrying it up to the Great Hall where Rumplestiltskin was once again spinning. He did that a lot. Having seen her he moved to the table and sat down.

"Didn't destroy anything this time dearie?" he asked however she noted his tone was what one would almost call teasing rather than patronizing.

"Only nearly burnt the bread once," Belle replied with a slight smile.

"Quite the achievement," quipped Rumplestiltskin tasting the stew which he evidently found acceptable as he made no comment on it.

"Well, books really are quite helpful," answered Belle.

"I take it reading was a preferred past time of yours," commented Rumplestiltskin. Drawn in as she always was when she was discussing literature Belle smiled.

"Yes, I spent most of my time with my nose in a book. Be it learning about fascinating places and people around the world or reading a simple adventure."

"I suppose you like silly romances of handsome prince's and damsels being rescued." Belle shrugged.

"Not always but fiction like that has it's place. Literature can also serve as an effective escape whether from boredom, grief, or more recently the horrors of war." her voice softened at this last part.

OUAT

Rumplestiltskin was pleasantly surprised his maid had managed to actually make an edible dinner and for some reason suddenly found himself asking her about herself.

"I take it reading was a preferred past time of yours," he said and watched her face quite literally light up at the topic. The sight made him feel quite pleased.

"Yes, I spent most of my time with my nose in a book. Be it learning about fascinating places and people around the world or reading a simple adventure."

So he'd been right on his guess about her being bookish. He noticed that she seemed to read not just for pleasure but also to truly improve her mind which intrigued him. Intellectual pursuits had actually made up a fair portion of the past few centuries. Partially in his search for Bae but also personal interest.

Still he had to act the part of the monster.

"I suppose you like silly romances of handsome prince's and damsels being rescued." he said slightly scornfully. Surprisingly Belle didn't take offense and instead simply shrugged.

"Not always but fiction like that has its place. Literature can also serve as an effective escape whether from boredom, grief, or more recently the horrors of war." He noticed how her face fell slightly as she mentioned the last part.

Princess or no Rumple was starting to suspect that she wasn't entirely sheltered. Something in her blue eyes spoke of pain. Even this noblewoman hadn't escaped unscathed from the ogre wars.

Of course, his experience as a peasant in the ogre wars had been very different and far more overtly difficult. But he too had used stories as an escape. He briefly recalled the nights he would sit with Bae and make up tales to distract his boy from the horrors of the news they received from the Front.

"Yes dearie I suppose it can," he answered softly. It was strange how she kept making him think back on his old life. After all aside from Bae it wasn't a time he liked to reflect on. What was she doing to him?

"Well, if that's all I'll let you eat," said Belle gently before she departed leave Rumplestiltskin with his thoughts.

OUAT

Well that had to be her strangest encounter with him yet. As soon as she brought up the ogre war it was like he had remembered something. His answer had been much quieter and more human tone.

Rumplestiltskin was clearly a man who had lived a long time. One only had to look in his slightly reptilian eyes to see that he held an age and wisdom beyond his physical looks. So surely in such a life he too must have known or at least seen hardship.

She'd felt for a moment as if they had connected over what exactly Belle wasn't certain but it was as if they had a brief instance of understanding and empathy. Belle smiled ruefully

Empathy from the Dark One. Now that was a novel idea.

OUAT

One week later.

Belle was scrubbing the stairs when she heard a loud bang come from Rumplestiltskin's tower where she knew he practiced his magic. With a gasp Belle dropped her scrub brush and raced up the steps to the tower two at a time worry filling her.

She reached the tower and flung open the door to be met with a rather ridiculous sight. The cauldron which Rumplestiltskin had clearly been using had somehow melted and the table walls and even Rumplestiltskin were splattered with what looked like bright green goop. Clearly his experiment had gone wrong.

Rumplestiltskin, who had up till now been swearing spun to face her. Holding back the urge to laugh Belle raised an eyebrow and simply said.

"Never mock my cooking attempts again." Then she spun on her heal and walked back down the stairs. She could have sworn she heard him give a childish "Hmmph" as she left.

Author's note: So my first purely original chapter. I wanted to cover how Rumple knew she was so into books (Hence knowing giving her the library would be such a great gift later on) and also slightly compare their experiences with ogre wars as it's something they do have in common. This was also my first attempt at some comedy so I hope it went over well. Thanks again to all who have commented (Special shout out to Rumbellesille!). If you like the story please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Belle had been in the Dark Castle for a little over two weeks now and was becoming quite certain that the stories of the "Evil Dark One" were significantly exaggerated.

Oh, he still made some rather morbid jokes, that oddly enough she was coming to find a bit amusing, and wasn't always the friendliest person (especially in the mornings). But he was interesting to talk with and they had almost developed a sort of banter.

Beyond that he also never mistreated her unless you counted making her sleep in the dungeon. Which was far from comfortable but it wasn't as if he chained her up. In fact, he no longer locked her cell. That had been an interesting evening.

*Flashback Belle POV*

Belle entered her cell for the evening and the door swung shut. However, oddly enough she didn't hear the click of the lock.

Puzzled Belle moved to the door and pushed on it experimentally. It swung open. She stepped outside into the hall and then shook her head and went back inside the cell closing the door. Belle had no intention of breaking her word to him.

Even had she not been determined to stay to protect her people, she still considered herself of woman of her word. Come to think of it Belle was also 99% sure this was some sort of test. The man did love to play games with people and she'd just won. The thought brought a slight smile to her face.

*Flashback Rumple POV*

She'd stayed. She'd realized the door was open and she had a chance at escape and she had simply returned to her cell. It seemed the former Princess really did intend to stay true to her word. Of course, she'd claimed as much, hence his desire to test her. But he'd not actually expected her to pass.

He had believed that she surely would have come to regret her choice to trade her freedom for her people by now. But no, his new maid really was as selfless as she seemed. The former peasant in him found it pleasant to see a noble act so refreshingly different. He really had acquired a unique young woman.

*End of Flashback*

Belle had never brought up what Rumple had done with the door but from that moment on he no longer implied she had any intention of breaking her deal with him. And that meant something to her. If she was going to be here forever she'd like to at least be on amiable terms with her employer.

One evening after Belle had completed her chores, she glanced at the calendar and with a jolt realized the date. It was the one year, anniversary of her mother's death.

Feeling particularly unhappy Belle went to the dungeon and began to cry. She missed her mother. The two of them had always been closer than she had been with her father. After all it had been her mother who instilled her love of books in her.

Belle hadn't realized how loud she had apparently been crying because the door to her cell was suddenly flung open. She looked up to see Rumplestiltskin.

"When you so eagerly agreed to come and work for me, I assumed you wouldn't miss your family quite so much." he sneered.

Tired, sad, and upset Belle glared and without really thinking snapped back.

"I made my sacrifice for them of course I miss them you Beast!" something briefly flashed across her employer's face before for it was replaced by a scoff.

"Yes, yes, of course. But the crying must stop. It's making it very difficult for me to spin. You know, I do my best thinking then!" he seemed to struggle for a moment before he waved his hand and suddenly a small gold pillow appeared in it. "Perhaps this will help."

"For me?" she asked in surprise. He threw it at her and she caught it.

"Not so beastly now am I?" he snarled.

"Thank you," said Belle a bit perplexed but grateful and also rapidly regretting insulting him. He surely could have silenced her in any number of magical, and even potentially nasty ways, but he was giving her a pillow?

"Don't think it's to help you sleep dearie, it's to muffle your cries so I can get back to work!" Rumplestiltskin told her nastily. Suddenly the sound of glass breaking came from above. Rumplestiltskin turned on his heel and Belle followed behind.

They entered the room to find a hooded man with a bow and arrow reaching for one of the wands Rumplestiltskin had on display.

"Are you sure you want to do that dearie?" her Master asked the man his tone dangerous.

"Pretty sure," answered the man removing his hood to reveal a man with honey brown hair and blue eyes as well as a fair bit of stubble on his chin. Belle considered the man to be either very brave, very foolish, or very desperate to break into the home of the Dark One. She had a feeling this was not going to end well for the thief.

"If you don't know how to use that wand, it can do nasty things to you." Warned Rumplestiltskin.

" Well, then... I'll stick to what I know works." The man placed the wand in his quiver and pulled an arrow out notching it and aiming at Rumplestiltskin. "Do you know what this arrow can do to you?"

"Has to hit me first," jeered Rumplestiltskin before teleporting to another part of the room.

"Shouldn't be a problem. An arrow fired from this bow always finds its target. Don't you just love magic?" he released the arrow and Rumplestiltskin teleported away again however to Belle's surprise the arrow swerved in mid air and whirled to hit Rumplestiltkin in his new position. Fear filled her and she cried out as it struck him.

"I know I do," said the thief. Belle made to move towards Rumplestiltskin to help him but he disappeared.

"As. Do. I." Replied Rumplestiltskin appearing in front of the thief and to Belle's shock and relief he pulled out the arrow from his chest seeming completely unharmed.

"But don't you know? All magic comes with a price! And in your case, that's me." He waved his hand and the thief disappeared in a swirl of smoke.

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Rumplestiltskin had been admittedly a bit perplexed by Belle's crying. She'd not done so on previous nights, so it didn't make sense for it to be over her imprisonment here. But at the same time, he couldn't think of any other possible reason.

So, he had stormed down and taunted her though his heart wasn't really in it. Unsurprisingly his Belle. Wait when did she become his? Had clapped back and called him a beast. For some reason coming from her the insult hit much harder than it had from her father.

At a loss Rumple conjured a pillow and unable to think of a genuine justification snarled.

"Don't think it's to help you sleep dearie, it's to muffle your cries so I can get back to work!"

He wasn't sure what his maid would have said next but it was interrupted by a crash of glass from above.

Rumplestiltskin hurried back above with Belle on his heels. They came out into the great hall to see a hooded man with a bow attempting to steal one of the fairy wands Rumple had collected over the years.

"Are you sure you want to do that dearie?" Rumple trilled dangerously.

"Pretty sure," said the man removing his hood and taking the wand.

"If you don't know how to use that wand, it can do nasty things to you." Rumple pointed out. He was honestly just toying with the thief but really what was the idiot thinking breaking into the home of the Dark One with nothing but a bow and arrow while said Dark One was home?

"Well, then... I'll stick to what I know works." The man placed the wand in his quiver and pulled an arrow out notching it. Rumple was utterly unconcerned considering the man might as well have been pointing a bread stick at him. "Do you know what this arrow can do to you?"

"Has to hit me first," jeered Rumplestiltskin and deciding to show off he teleported away. To the thief's credit he wasn't wholly put off. Yet.

"Shouldn't be a problem. An arrow fired from this bow always finds its target. Don't you just love magic?" He fired the arrow and Rumplestiltskin disappeared again reappearing near the thief only to have the arrow swoop around and strike him.

Belle screamed. In fear for him? NOW he was truly irritated by the man. However, he was slightly distracted by the fact that Belle had begun to move towards him as if to aid him. Unnecessary but surprising.

"I know I do," answered the thief. The thief made to leave but Rumple smirked and teleported in front of him pulling out the arrow. Much to the thief's shock, and to Rumple's pleasure horror.

"As. Do. I. But don't you know? All magic comes with a price! And in your case, that's me." He waved his hand and teleported the man down to the dungeons.

Belle hurried over to him.

"Are you truly alright?" she asked and Rumple was surprised to see genuine concern in her eyes as they scanned the spot where the arrow had pierced him. Why was she so worried? If the arrow were able to slay him she would have been freed from their deal.

"It'll take more than an arrow to kill me dearie."

"Well, thank goodness for that," she answered softly. "What are you going to do with the thief?"

"Why make him pay of course," giggled Rumple a nasty smile spreading over his face. Oh, could think of several ways of making the thief regret ever having tried to steal from the Dark One. Fear crossed Belle's face.

"What do you mean?"

"That's my business dearie," he said mysteriously before teleporting away.

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Belle had been terrified for Rumplestiltskin when the arrow had stuck him. Why exactly she cared SO much she wasn't sure but at the very least Belle didn't want him to die.

"Are you truly alright?" she asked him once he had banished the thief presumably to some other part of the castle. He started and for a moment she thought he looked genuinely surprised. Belle wondered how long it had been since anyone had actually cared about his wellbeing. But then the mask of the imp returned.

"It'll take more than an arrow to kill me dearie."

"Well thank goodness for that." answered Belle without really thinking before quickly changing the subject. "What are you going to do with the thief?" she asked.

"That's my business dearie," he said and she didn't like the smirk the spread across his face before he disappeared.

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His "business" to Belle's horror, turned out to be torture. As she swept the floors Belle heard the unending screams of the thief. She tried her best to block them out but it was especially difficult when Rumplestiltskin kept bringing up blood covered aprons for her to clean and hang to dry.

Belle just couldn't imagine that a failed attempt to steal an object even a powerful one like that wand was worth such punishment. Besides shouldn't he at least be given a chance to explain what he wanted it for?

Yes, the man was foolish in Belle's opinion to try and steal from the Dark One of all people instead of making a deal. But the punishment didn't fit the crime. She supposed one might argue the man had also made an attempt on Rumplestiltskin's life. Something she didn't approve of. But clearly her employer had known the arrow would do him no harm and it had been in an attempt to escape rather than an assassination.

The man's screams stopped and Rumplestiltskin came up into the entryway.

"I'm going to need another apron," he said removing the latest blood-spattered one. Hoping to provide the man with a slight reprieve Belle lied.

"They're on the line drying. It will be some time." It seemed Rumplestiltskin didn't pick up on the lie as he stated.

"Fine, fine. Get to cleaning this one as well," he tossed it two her and Belle visibly cringed. "I'll be back later." He turned to leave and Belle plucked up her courage.

"All this because he tried to steal a magic wand?" Rumplestiltskin rounded on her.

"No, because he tried to steal from me. The Dark One. You try that, you get skinned alive. Everyone knows that."

"Actually, they don't." snapped Belle with a defiant glare. Her Master shrugged and answered gleefully,

"Well they will after they find the body!"

Belle sighed. How could she reconcile the man who had healed her with the one that was now torturing a man? Coming to a decision she made she her employer was secluded in his tower before grabbing a glass of water and hurrying down to the dungeon.

There she found the thief chained up and bloodied. His head was bowed in exhaustion and pain.

He looked up as she entered.

"What? Did he send you to finish the job?"

"Uh no. Here, drink this," she put the water to his lips and he downed it gratefully. Then she moved to free him from his bonds. "I couldn't let this continue. It's inhuman."

"I-I couldn't agree more. But I fear now he'll turn his wrath on you." Belle shrugged.

"If he does, I'll stand up to the beast that he is, because no one... no one deserves to be tortured." The thief scoffed.

"Well, he may beg to differ."

"Well, I don't care. He doesn't frighten me." She finished freeing him "Hurry up. He'll be back soon. Hurry." The thief moved to the door but then stopped.

"But he will-he will kill you. Unless-unless you run away with me." Belle shook her head.

"I can't run. I made a deal to serve him, in exchange for him protecting my kingdom and my family from the . If I were to leave, I might survive, but my family surely won't." Never mind that Rumplestiltskin would surely find her anyway. Hopefully if she stayed behind she would be able to convince him to not chase after the thief.

"All I can do is wish you luck." Said the thief.

"Thank you. Now go. Go." Belle told him and the thief left.

Strangely enough Belle was relatively certain Rumplestiltskin wasn't going to kill her. He would surely be angry but murdering her was surely a bit far and if nothing else would defeat the point of having dealt for her as a caretaker in the first place.

She headed back upstairs and having finished her chores opened one of the cookbooks to study. However, try and she might she had a hard time concentrating when all she could do was listen for Rumplestiltskin to find out about her act of defiance. Sure enough half an hour later Rumplestiltskin returned.

"I'll try not to be too loud. Can't promise the same courtesy from our prisoner." he sneered before heading back down. Belle closed her eyes

One. Two. Three.

Then came the expected scream of anger and her master stormed back into the room to stand in front of her

"Belle!" the first time he used her name and it was in anger. For some reason this saddened Belle.

"Where is he?" demanded Rumplestiltskin. Belle took a deep breath.

"Gone. I let him go."

"What? He was a thief!" snarled Rumplestiltskin

"Which doesn't give you the right to kill him."

"It gives me every right. Oh, let me guess. You think he's a hero? Stealing from me for some noble cause? You read too many books, dearie! There." He waved his hand and her book disappeared. "Maybe that'll stop filling your head with poisonous thoughts!" Belle stood up anger filling her. The comment was all too similar to words she had heard back home with regard to her favorite past-time. Not to mention that she disagreed with her employer on principle

"I didn't free him because of what I read in my books. I saw good in him. That man only wanted to escape with his life." Rumplestiltskin scoffed.

"Oh, is that what you thought? Our thief escaped with more than his life." he pointed and Belle turned to see that the stand which had held the wand was empty.

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Rumplestiltskin was furious. Not only had the thief escaped thanks to the interference of his maid, but he'd also stolen a powerful magical artifact.

"You were tricked, you foolish, gullible girl!" he shouted. Hurt at the insult briefly crossed her face before being replaced by defiance and for a moment Rumplestiltskin felt oddly guilty over his words but he pushed the feeling away.

"There must be an explanation. We don't know why he needed that wand." she said and Rumplestiltskin scoffed.

"He took the wand because he wanted magic! People who steal magic never have good intentions!" He pushed down the brief reminder that came into his mind of another man who had once stolen magic with the intention of saving his child. Surely it couldn't be the same.

"No! No! You can't tell what's in a person's heart until you truly know them." Oh surely the girl was naive.

"Kill her. She disobeyed you." hissed a voice in his head. "Snap her neck it would be easy. Otherwise, you're showing weakness. Just destroy the wench". Rumple shook his head and shoved the voices of Nimue and Zoso respectively back. Oh he was mad at Belle but killing her was out of the question. No he'd find a different way of punishing her while getting rid of the thief at the same time.

"Oh, we'll see what's in his heart, all right. When I shoot an arrow straight through it. And because I am a showman," he struck a pose as he summoned the bow. "It'll be with his bow. And because this is your fault, you get to come with me and watch, and know, as the blood drips from his carcass, it will be you and your rags to wipe it up." Yes that would teach her and satisfy the darkness's bloodlust.

Author's Note: Ok so while I am only covering series 1-3 I do plan to take some aspects of what we learned about the dark one curse in later seasons so I'm introducing the voices of the former dark ones attempting to influence him somewhat. I thought it would be interesting to explore a manifestation of the Dark One's curse. Let me know what you think. I also changed the reason for Belle crying because I never really was fond of her sobbing for what appeared to be days on end over HER CHOICE. I'm splitting the Robin hood story into two parts because when I wrote it all out it came out as exceptionally long. Lastly much as I adore tome Ellis for continuity I'm just describing Robin to look like Season 3 Robin. Thanks to all who have commented please continue to leave your thoughts if you like the story!

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They took Rumplestiltskin's carriage as following by teleportation wasn't an option Belle sat across from him as they rode dressed in a spring green cloak he had conjured along with brown leather gloves. No point in bringing her if the girl died of cold on the trip.

"I'm losing track of him. This forest is too thick," said Rumplestiltskin as they drove.

"Maybe we should return home." suggested Belle and he snorted. This one really didn't give up did she.

"What, and let the thief escape? What would people think if I spared the life of someone who stole from me?"

"That there's actually a man hiding behind the beast?" Rumplestiltskin didn't like perceptive way she looked at him or her slightly sarcastic tone.

"There isn't." he assured her.

"Then why didn't you kill me when I freed the prisoner?" Belle countered. Internally Rumple cursed. DAMN that woman.

"Well, I would have. But good help these days is very hard to find." It was a weak excuse and they both knew it.

Belle scoffed at his answer. It both irritated and intrigued Rumplestiltskin that she didn't believe him. For gods, sake she'd just heard him torturing a man yet she was still insisting on seeing "the best" in him?

"I think that you are not as dark as you want people to believe. I think that deep down, there's love in your heart. And for something more than power."

Rumplestiltskin narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Belle seemed to have a talent for hitting the heart of matters without even trying. Perhaps he should have bargained for a less insightful maid. Of course she was right. He did have one thing he loved more than power. Bae. Not that he would EVER reveal that to her.

He leaned in and said,

"You're right. There is something I love." Belle leaned towards him as if intrigued and he smirked before saying in a high pitched tone. "My things!" Belle sat back.

"You really are as dark as people say." Why did it make him uncomfortable when she said that?

"Darker, dearie. Much darker." Seeing a man on a horse riding towards them Rumplestiltskin halted the carriage and helped Belle out. After all he didn't need her twisting an ankle falling out of the carriage.

The man on the horse dismounted. He had lanky brown hair and a clear air of one who was slightly hung over. However, he also bore the mark of the sheriff.

"What are you doing in my woods?" the man demanded. Rumplestiltskin stepped forward. Using a slightly more human accent. No need to give anything away yet.

"Pardon the intrusion, sheriff. Uh, I'm looking for a thief. He attacked me with this bow. Uh, I-I traced him as far as these woods, and then he vanished."

"Yes, I know exactly who you're after. But I also know who you are, Rumplestiltskin," said the man. Rumplestiltskin smirked.

"My reputation precedes me. Excellent."

"Yes, as does your penchant for making deals. I'll tell you where you can find your thief... if you give me something in return." Unsurprised Rumplestiltskin answered

"What do you want?" expecting gold or power.

"A night with your wench," said the man pointing at Belle. Disgust and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness filled Rumplestiltskin.

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Belle hoped the man would perhaps not have any information on the thief but it seemed she was out of luck.

"What do you want?" asked Rumplestiltskin.

"A night with your wench," Belle's eyes widened in horror. She knew Rumplestiltskin was mad at her but surely, he wouldn't sell her virtue like that. To her relief her master answered sharply.

"She's not for sale." The sheriff however didn't seem to pick up on the danger in Rumplestiltskin's tone as he laughed.

"You can't part with her for, say, an hour? 20 minutes?" The idiot carriage seems to be missing a passenger," thought Belle what kind of fool tried to argue with the Dark One over a deal? The fact that the man was demanding HER as payment was also likely coloring her distain of him.

"Let me think." said Rumplestiltskin and Belle heard a touch of sarcasm in his tone. "Um..." he waved his hand and suddenly something pink and wet was in his hand. The sheriff began to cough and Belle realized it was his tongue.

"I propose a new deal. I give you this back, and in return, you tell me everything you know about the man I am hunting." The sheriff continued to gag and had he not moments ago threatened to rape Belle she might have felt pity for him.

"You ought to be more careful with your possessions." he said waving the tongue. It was a rather gruesome sight but at least a more merciful fate than the one he'd bestowed upon the thief.

"Do you agree to my terms?" jeered Rumplestiltskin as the man finally grunted. And Rumplestiltskin giggled. "All right, I'll take that as a "yes" then." he waved his hand and the man's tongue was returned leaving him gasping.

"Aah! Aah!"

"Start talking." snarled her master.

"The thief that you're after—I've been chasing him for years. He ruined me! He stole the woman I love and... made me the laughing stock of all of Nottingham."

"Given how much you drink are you sure you needed any help with that?" thought Belle. She was a forgiving person but the man's threat had still left her shaken.

"Where can I find him?"

"Well, the last I heard, he was hiding out in Sherwood Forest."

"And his name?" asked Rumplestiltskin. The sheriff scowled.

"Robin Hood. He goes by Robin Hood."

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Unfortunately, it didn't take long for them to find Robin Hood after that. And soon they were trekking through the forest on foot.

"You, uh, you know it's still not too late to... to turn back." Suggested Belle desperately. Rumplestiltskin ignored her and she tried to take a firmer stance though she had no idea how she'd actually follow through on the threat.

"You know, I am not going to stand by and watch you kill a man." Rumplestiltskin scoffed.

"Well, you're welcome to sit if you like, but you are gonna watch. That's the whole point of our little expedition, remember? To see what your actions wrought." They stopped and just over the ridge hiding behind a tree was the thief. "Found him." smirked Rumplestiltskin.

The thief appeared to be looking for someone.

"Look, he's... he's waiting for someone." A carriage pulled up and in its back was a sickly looking woman. "That woman."

"That must be the one he stole from the sheriff." said Rumplestiltskin.

"She's sick. She's going to die." said Belle her heart going out to the poor woman.

"Yeah, and so is he." Rumplestiltskin made to aim but Belle grabbed his arm.

"Stop!" thankfully he lowered the bow slightly. Robin passed the wand over the woman twice and slowly the color returned to her nearly white face. Her cough stopped and she seemed to relax. Belle smiled triumphantly.

"I'm right about him, about why he stole the wand. He did it so he could heal the woman he loves."

"He's still a thief." snapped Rumplestiltskin.

"And she would have died if he hadn't stolen your wand." argued Belle.

"And now he gets to die! And she can tell all of Sherwood Forest what happens when you cross Rumplestiltskin. There!" Rumplestiltskin waved his hand and suddenly the lower half of Belle's body was stuck in the earth. She made to pull herself out but to no avail. "That should give you a good view."

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Belle had apparently been right. The thief's intentions were pure. But that didn't mean Rumplestiltskin could allow him to get away with it. To stop her interfering Rumplestiltskin trapped Belle's lower body in the earth. As he aimed the bow Belle pleaded with him.

"You don't have to do this. There's good in you. I was right about the thief, and I am right about you." Belle's words were a sharp contrast to those of the dark ones in his head.

"Kill him. Kill him!" Oddly enough it was a genuine contest between the two. The previously sick woman made to get out of the cart revealing she was clearly several months pregnant.

"Look, she's pregnant. You are not the kind of man to leave a child fatherless." pleaded Belle.

Rumplestiltskin exhaled Belle's words reminding him of the seer and that damned prophecy from so long ago. Belle was right he wouldn't inflict the that fate on any child.

Altering his aim Rumple loosed the arrow. He heard Belle scream but instead of hitting the thief it hit the carriage. The thief looked round.

"We've been found. Marian, we must go." He helped the woman onto a horse but Rumplestiltskin no longer paid much attention to him as he released Belle from the earth.

"What happened?" she asked.

"I missed." Rumple lied. "Get back to the carriage. I'm bored of this forest." Instead of obeying Belle asked.

"You're—you're not going after him?"

"He's not worth the effort." shrugged Rumple.

"You spared his life." she said her tone pleased.

"What? I did nothing of the sort."

"That bow has magic in it. It never misses its target." The skepticism was evident in Belle's voice. Blast it all. That woman was too clever for her own good. Yet he couldn't find it in his heart to be angry at her any longer.

"Well, perhaps the magic just simply wore... off." he said turning to face her. However, she simply raised an eyebrow a knowing look on her face. Then she did the strangest thing of all she reached up and hugged him.

Rumple froze. It had been centuries since he'd had this kind of contact and now this beautiful young woman was embracing him. She pulled back and began to walk away leaving Rumple still trying to comprehend what happened. She turned back.

"Aren't you coming?" Rumple shook his head and moved to pick up the quiver. As followed he couldn't help the small smile that made it's way onto his face.

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Belle wasn't sure what had driven her to hug Rumplestiltskin but she certainly didn't regret it. She supposed she had to have just been so happy and proud that he had spared the thief that it was all she could think to do.

Their outing today had only served to prove that she had been right about him. He wasn't so dark after all. Certainly not as much as he wanted to pretend. Otherwise, he'd never have let her live, never have protected her from the sheriff, and certainly never let the thief go.

The thought brought her a happiness she couldn't quite explain. They re-entered the great hall together.

"What do you plan to do with the bow now you no longer need it?" she said, more to make conversation than anything else.

"I think I'll hold onto it. You never know. Could come in handy someday." said Rumplestiltskin hanging the bow and quiver on the corner of a chair. Belle supposed it didn't surprise her. A powerful magical object like that wasn't something he'd just get rid of. More things to dust she thought dryly.

"Well, uh, if you don't need me for anything else, good night, Rumplestiltskin," she said with a curtsy. She made to leave but was stopped by his voice.

"No, wait. There is something else." She followed him curiously as he led her up several flights of steps until they came out into a huge octagonal room covered in bookshelves. Belle gasped at the sight.

"Temper your excitement, dearie. This is merely another room for you to clean." He said though it sounded like an afterthought.

"It's... it's beautiful. There's more books in here than I could read in a lifetime." exclaimed Belle taking in every inch of the room. There was a large fireplace with two comfy chairs perfect for reading in.

"Well, I hope you can clean faster than you can read," Rumplestiltskin told her with no bite to his tone.

"Is this for me?" asked Belle picking up a book and flipping through it. Instead of answering the question Rumplestiltskin pointed at her.

"I better not see a single speck of dust gathering on any of these books." Belle couldn't help the smile that spread across her face and the small giggle that escaped her lips.

"What are you smiling at? I'm serious." Belle took the hand he had pointed at her in hers as her smile softened.

"You're not who I feared you were. And I'm glad." Perhaps it was her imagination but she thought his strange amber eyes seemed to soften slightly as he gazed at her. Then he pulled away.

"Don't stay up too late dearie," he called.

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Rumplestiltskin watched the look of wonder and joy on Belle's face as she looked over the library. It gave him an odd rush of pleasure to see her expressing such happiness.

"Is this for me?" a part of him wished to tell her the truth that yes, the library was hers now. But another part, the one that was determined to protect himself and that refused to let anyone in, would not let him say the words. Instead, he answered with a quip.

"I better not see a single speck of dust gathering on any of these books." he told her and to his shock she giggled.

"What are you laughing about I'm serious," he told her in a mock serious tone but she only smiled taking his hand.

"You're not who I feared you were. And I'm glad." The small smile on her face made him certain he had made the right decision. It also seemed the day's argument over the thief had been forgiven. He savored the feeling of her hand over his for a moment before pulling away.

"Don't stay up too late dearie!" he told her before heading back down the staircase. Just before he was out of view he glanced back and saw her face alight with interest as she poured over a tome.

Author's Note: I really do love this flashback so much. Especially that little smile he gives after she hugs him. I think that's really where they start falling in love. I am trying on the episode included chapters to add someone of my own take so I'm not just copy pasting dialogue. Thanks again to all who have read and commented do leave your thoughts in the comments below if you like the story. It especially helps with what will be long term projects to keep a consistent update if get some feedback. Until next time!

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Rumple had spun late into the night. The day's events had left him pleased but confused. He had no idea why he'd reacted to her the way he did. Why he cared about her opinion or her safety. She was just a girl he'd acquired in a deal wasn't she?

Midnight came and he realized that the spell which shut the dungeon door, though no longer locked it, hadn't gone off. Curious Rumplestiltskin made his way back up to the library and was greeted by a rather lovely sight.

Belle sat slumped in one of the armchairs her eyes closed and face peaceful. Her pale pink lips smiled at whatever pleasant dream was passing through her head. A part of him longed to brush back the chestnut locks of hair that had fallen on her face but he held back. Such a beauty should not be tarnished by the touch of a beast.

It was evident she had fallen asleep here on accident given the book that precariously dangled from her fingers. Rumplestiltskin moved forward and swiftly plucked it away before it could fall and wake her.

He supposed he ought to make a fuss over her not going back to her assigned "room" but he couldn't really bring himself to work up the annoyance instead he waved his hand and a blanket appeared over her. He'd let her sleep. After all he could always scold her in the morning.

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Belle awoke to find herself in the library apparently, she had fallen asleep while reading. However, she didn't recall ever using the royal blue blanket she found draped over herself.

Belle smiled as there was only one place the blanket could have come from. Glancing at the clock her eyes widened she had less than 20 minutes before Rumplestiltskin's breakfast was supposed to be served! She jumped up and raced down to the kitchens to prepare everything.

It was a quarter past breakfast time when she finally brought the tray up into the great hall. Rumplestiltskin gave her a stern look.

"I do expect my meals on time dearie."

"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't mean to oversleep."

"Or not go to your assigned room to sleep?" asked Rumplestiltksin pointedly.

"It wasn't intentional. And we did have a rather long day. As I recall SOMEONE insisted on needlessly trekking through a forest for a majority of the day," replied Belle before she could think about what she was saying.

"That was because SOMEONE else decided to free a prisoner they had no business going near and needed to be taught a lesson," replied Rumplestiltskin and she would have taken it for a scolding were it not for the slight hint of humor she thought she detected in his tone. She looked up and saw him raised an eyebrow at her.

"If you're waiting for an apology for letting him go it won't be coming this side of forever," she quipped. Rumple snorted and sipped his tea from the chipped cup.

"You know most servants aren't this impertinent."

"Most Master's don't give their servants usage of library's," replied Belle who was beginning to enjoy the verbal sparring matches with her employer.

"Well, one would hate to be like most people dearie," he answered and Belle smiled softly as she took the empty tray and turned to leave.

"Now that we can agree on."

She made it halfway towards the doorway leading out of the hall when she stumbled over the golden ballgown. Not for the first time. It was now wrinkled and slightly dirty but it was more the cumbersome aspect of its design that bothered her. In an instant it seemed Rumplestiltskin was at her side catching her and vanishing the tray before it could drop.

"My, my dearie you do seem to be accident prone," suggested Rumplestiltskin and Belle huffed though she couldn't summon up much annoyance.

"I'll have you know I'm perfectly graceful thank you very much. It's this silly gown. Perfect for sweeping across dancefloors while attempting to avoid an oafish knight's feet or sewing in a salon but not very practical," she said as he steadied her.

"If you say so dearie." said Rumplestiltskin in a mock skeptical tone.

"You wouldn't happen to have anything a bit more practical, would you?"

"Why on earth would you think I'd have women's clothes lying around?" he asked she only then noticed that he had yet to let go of her arm.

"Well, you seem to horde everything else like a dragon it was worth a try," quipped Belle with a shrug. Rumplestiltskin seemed to suddenly realize their close proximity for he pulled away causing Belle to feel an odd sense of disappointment. Setting it aside she moved to leave the room but he suddenly called.

"Wait."

"Yes?" she asked.

"Turn around," he told her. Perplexed Belle spun on the spot as he waved his hand and suddenly her ragged golden dress transformed. Gold faded to pale blue, the hemline rose to just above her ankles. The overdress had brown lacing up the front and around the edges of the bodice. Beneath it was a white undress with cap sleeves. The golden colored slippers she had worn that were caked in mud from their trek in the forest also transformed, into low silver heels. Belle looked down in awe.

"I trust this is satisfactory," said Rumplestiltskin and she could tell he was trying to sound bored. Belle smiled brightly.

"It's perfect thank you," on an impulse she briefly grasped his hand. "I truly appreciate it."

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Belle had nearly fallen and against his better judgement Rumplestiltskin rushed to her side to catch her. He simply didn't need her breaking anything and it had nothing to do with wanting to hold her even for a brief moment. Or an immense dislike of even the slightest form of harm coming to her.

"My, my, dearie you do seem to be accident prone," he quipped in an attempt to brush off the action.

"I'll have you know I'm perfectly graceful thank you very much. It's this silly gown. Perfect for sweeping across dancefloors while attempting to avoid an oafish knight's feet or sewing in a salon but not very practical." Rumple resisted a genuine laugh at her description.

"If you say so dearie." he replied

"You wouldn't happen to have anything a bit more practical, would you?" she asked him and Rumplestiltskin took in the state of her dress which now had a very haggard appearance though it didn't change her loveliness. Gah! Where had that thought come from?

"Why on Earth would you think I'd have women's clothes lying around?" he asked suddenly realizing he still held her arm. Swiftly he pulled away.

"Well, you seem to horde everything else like a dragon it was worth a try," she answered in a wry tone before turning to leave. Then on a whim Rumplestiltskin called out to her.

"Wait."

"Yes?" she asked.

"Turn around," he said enjoying the slightly adorably perplexed look that came to her face. He waved his hand as she turned and the tattered golden dress transformed into a much more practical blue dress that matched her eyes. Not that that had at all be intentional.

"I trust this is satisfactory?" he asked her rather flatly and Belle smiled at him. How he was coming to enjoy that smile.

"It's perfect thank you," she said before grasping his hand, "I truly appreciate it." Rumple looked down in shock. The way she continued to willingly initiate physical contact with him was strange. First with the hug in the forest, then the library, and now this.

"No matter," he said as she released his hand and departed to begin her chores. Rumple closed his eyes. It seemed he was going to need to do quite a lot of spinning if he was to clear his mind after THAT encounter.

OUAT

Belle loved her new dress which was both pretty and functional. It seemed Rumplestiltskin certainly had good taste. Although given how he usually dressed it wasn't a complete surprise.

When he wasn't trying to dress up to look terrifying like he did for most of his deals he actually looked quite nice.

Belle decided to dust the portrait gallery today. For all his collecting Rumplestiltskin at least generally had the consideration to sort his objects by room. She might have worried about some of the objects being dangerous had Rumplestiltskin not assured her that anything that would actually harm her was locked away and as long as she wasn't foolish enough to try and get through said locked doors she "probably wouldn't end up as a pile of ash."

Belle smiled slightly as she remembered the quip. She wasn't sure if it was a good or a bad thing that his dark sense of humor was starting to rub off on her.

Certainly, laughing at such a thing would have scandalized her dear Papa. In fact, he'd have been quite scandalized by the complete disregard for propriety she often showed when speaking with Rumplestiltskin.

Back home she'd often thought many of the sorts of quips and comments that she exchanged with Rumplestiltskin but rarely did she ever voice them.

Yet Rumplestiltskin didn't seem even slightly perturbed by her "smart mouth" as her tutor's might have called it. In fact, he seemed to enjoy their verbal sparring as much as she did. It was a strange dynamic perhaps given their positions but she couldn't say she didn't appreciate it.

Belle had expected to be completely miserable, although she intended to make the best of the situation, but while she couldn't say she was happy, she wasn't exactly unhappy either.

The day passed by smoothly with her work no longer hindered by the ballgown. She took a brief break to bring him his afternoon tea but didn't see him in the great hall. As he'd made no comment about going out for a deal Belle suspected he was in his tower and brought it up there gently knocking on the door with her foot.

"Enter," he called and Belle stepped inside.

It really was a fascinating room there were several different types of dried plants hanging from the ceiling. The shelves on the walls contained everything from spell books to jars of substances Belle wasn't quite sure she wanted to know the contents of on a long wooden table there was a black cauldron, currently wafting purple steam, and next to it a pestle and mortar. Several scrolls and books were littered around the table with his ingredients.

Belle stepped inside and placed the tea tray on the one available square of tablespace.

"I figured you'd like your tea on time since breakfast was a bit late." she said.

"Thank you, dearie," he said setting down the knife he'd been using and finally looking at her.

"Well, I'll be going now if that's all," she said beginning to move away but Rumplestiltskin surprised her saying.

"Would you care to join me?"

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He wasn't sure what prompted him to say it but before he knew it the words were out of his mouth. Belle looked surprised but thankfully not displeased.

"Certainly, I'll just run and get a second cup."

"No need," said Rumplestiltskin gesturing to a stool next to his worktable and summoning a second tea cup.

Belle sat down primly, like the princess she had once been, and poured the tea.

"I still don't understand why you insist on using the chipped one," she said as she handed him said cup.

"It has character," said Rumplestiltskin with a shrug and Belle gave one of her lovely musical laughs. Truthfully, he wasn't entirely sure why he now only used the chipped cup it was just something he did.

Belle sipped her tea for a moment.

"What are you working on?" she asked and he could tell it was more than just polite curiosity

"I'm not sure you want to know dearie," he answered ominously. Her lips twitched upward.

"Now you've just made me more curious."

"Curiosity killed the cat dearie."

"But satisfaction brought it back." Countered Belle and Rumplestiltskin snorted.

"Well, that or necromancy." Belle giggled. It truly astounded Rumplestiltskin that he could make her laugh. Genuinely laugh, most people found his jokes off-putting but she seemed to have picked up on his morbid sense of humor.

"Well?" she pushed.

"Some foolish King wishes his daughter to be considered the most beautiful in the kingdom. He wants every man she meets to be attracted to her." Rumplestiltskin scoffed.

"What seems to be so bad about that? I mean aside from the fact that its rather frivolous?"

"Dearie natural beauty is one thing. Magically enhanced beauty, that's the sort of thing that will start infighting and dissatisfaction among your court." Belle's eyes widened and he was pleased to see she had caught on.

"All the single men will be fighting over her already leaving the unmarried women upset, but if the magic makes EVERY man attracted to her that would include the married ones which will breed resentment among the married women as well." Rumplestiltskin giggled.

"It'll be immense chaos."

"What if people get hurt?" asked Belle concerned.

"Then they'll learn the danger of wording their requests in such a way and for requesting a magic solution for something so petty."

"What do you get out of it?" asked Belle.

"Oh, they have a certain amulet in their possession I find rather desirable." answered Rumplestiltskin.

"I feel awful for anyone getting caught in the collateral but why are you teaching them a lesson NOT to make deals like that? Doesn't that lessen your business?"

"There will ALWAYS be desperate souls ready to make a deal, dearie but for those who wish to waste my time with such foolish requests it only seems fitting they be shown the error of their ways. I told you that you wouldn't like it," he added. Belle tilted her head.

"I'm not sure I like the idea of people being hurt. But even I can admit that they got themselves into the situation in the first place so I understand the principle of the matter. People really do need to be careful with their words."

Her answer surprised Rumplestiltskin. Belle was most certainly a good person so he'd expected her to be entirely against the idea of anything that cause harm to another. But there was no judgement in her tone.

"Indeed, they do dearie. You're one of the few I've made a deal with who has ever seemed to understand that." he replied remembering how she had specified exactly what she expected him to do in exchange for going with him. It might have been his imagination but Belle seemed to brighten at the praise.

"It seemed like the sensible thing to do. Especially as ours was a verbal arrangement."

"I find sensible and desperate rarely go hand in hand."

"Then, it's a good thing I kept my wits about me when the Dark One came to call hmm?" She said setting down her empty cup. Then her face softened slightly and she glanced down.

"I've been meaning to apologize." Rumplestiltskin furrowed his brow.

"For what? I didn't think I was getting an apology for letting the thief go this side of forever." Belle's mouth twitched up slightly as he quoted her but she shook her head.

"No not for that. For calling you a beast. I was distressed but I shouldn't have taken that out on you. It was an inaccurate and uncalled for assessment of your character." Rumplestiltskin wasn't quite sure what to say. He didn't think anyone had ever apologized to him in his time as the Dark One without being threatened into it.

"Most would say it was not that inaccurate a description dearie. And if you were unfair then I was even more so. You are neither foolish nor gullible." It felt slightly freeing to apologize to her. He didn't think he'd have been able to make the first move in that direction but it was easier following her lead. Belle smiled softly and placed her hand over his.

"We all say things we regret when we're angry. What matters is we recognize our mistakes." Rumplestiltskin glanced down at their hands. Feeling slightly awkward Rumplestiltskin cleared his throat.

"Indeed. Now off you go I need to get back to work."

"Of course," said Belle collecting the tea things.

"I'll be expecting my dinner on time dearie," he added as she began to leave.

"Keep bothering me about it and I'll serve it cold!" she called over her shoulder as she made her way out the door and Rumplestiltskin giggled. It was nice having someone around who could keep up with him when it came to wit. However, he took her warning to heart. Her cooking wasn't bad but he had no doubt she'd follow through on her threat.

Author's Note: So, a little bit of fluff a little bit of comedy and some discussion of how Rumple's deals work. My version of Belle is still very much in the good camp but she's able to be a little more objective and understanding about situations like Rumple's deals even if she doesn't agree with them. Thanks to everyone who has liked and commented! If you enjoy the story do please let me know what you think below. It really helps.

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Rumplestiltskin was VERY rarely caught unawares. With the combination of his power of foresight and a healthy (or perhaps unhealthy) dose of paranoia it was exceptionally difficult surprise him. But the blasted fairies had managed it.

He'd been summoned to an obscure village on the outskirts of King George's kingdom supposedly to help some farmers who were doing poorly under the ruthless king's regime. Never one to ever fully shake his roots Rumplestiltkin usually was more than willing to help out peasants for a far less steep price than the one he exacted from nobles.

He'd teleported to the appointed spot and nearly straight into a net of fairy magic. It stung him like a thousand needles.

In front of him floated four fairies. On red, one yellow, one purple, and one orange. Luckily, he'd missed the center of their magic and was thus able to rip a hole in the shimmering silver net that covered him. However, this did give the fairies time to get in a shot at him the spell ripping through his clothes and cutting deep into his chest.

"Really dearies did you think trying to capture the Dark One was a good idea?" he snarled sending a wave of darkness that pushed all four fairies back despite the shield that they had erected.

"Once we have captured you Blue will reward us for ridding the realms of such a great evil," answered the yellow fairy as she sent a jet of light from her wand that he swiftly blocked.

"Oh yes, I'm sure the sanctimonious bug clearly did a number on you lot. Such a shame you won't live to tell her the tale of your failure." answered Rumple who had been blocking their magic while focusing on what remained of the magical net they had created to trap him.

He was rebuilding and corrupting it with his dark magic. These were obviously minor fairies for the magic itself was easy to twist. However, he was starting to have difficulty focusing, clearly a result of the deep gash in his chest which must have been magical in nature.

"Good always triumphs over evil!" piped up the purple fairy and Rumplestiltskin sneered.

"Not today dearies." with a flick of his wrist he cast the completed net over the fairies trapping them. Normally he would have drawn out their suffering for having dared to try and harm him but he was swiftly having more difficulty concentrating so instead he sent jets of black light at each of them and one by one they exploded in a shower of colored sparks.

Rumple raised his hand and disappeared in his usual pillar of crimson smoke. His fatigue must have been more serious than he first realized because instead of appearing in the privacy of his tower, Belle was forbidden from entering without him being in there, he appeared in the great hall.

To top his embarrassment off Belle was in the room. She cried out as he stumbled slightly, using the table to steady himself.

"Rumplestiltskin!" she exclaimed tossing aside her feather duster and running to grab his arm to help him.

"What happened?" she asked and oddly enough he thought he actually detected concern in her tone.

"I need to get to my tower," he answered as sharply as he could manage. Anymore magic would just weaken him more quickly. Ever the practical one Belle shook her head.

"There's no way you'll be able to get up all those stairs even with my help."

"Oh, so I suppose I should just bleed out dearie," he snapped. Belle shook her head.

"No, you should sit down by the fire here and tell me what I need to get you from the tower. Unless you actually DO fancy bleeding out trying to climb up seven sets of stairs," she added this last bit sharply.

Annoyed as he was Rumplestiltskin could see the sensibility of the suggestion and with Belle's help limped over to the settee in front of the fire.

"Now what do you need?" asked Belle and Rumple tried his best to concentrate through the pain which was now searing through him.

"There's a dark green bottle in my work room on the third shelf to the left get a rag as well as... the yellow bottle next to the scales."

Belle was off in a flash running from the room. His breathing was labored. The spell the fairies at used was one that prevented him from healing himself via his usual magic and designed to weaken him. It wouldn't kill him, only the dagger could do that, but it would leave him quite out of sorts.

Footsteps rang out behind him and Belle reappeared in his line of sight with the required objects. She knelt in front of him.

"Got them, now what?"

Rumple barely managed to grab the yellow potion and bring it up to his lips. Immediately his breathing steadied slightly and his mind became less fogged.

OUAT

Belle had been utterly shocked to see Rumplestiltskin in such a weakened position. He had only ever exuded strength yet here he was growing weaker every second. She hurried as fast as she could to return with the potions. He took one from her and drank it leading Belle to presume the second was for the rag.

She soaked it in the green potion and gently moved to undo his shirt. Immediately Rumplestiltskin recoiled.

"What are you doing?" he demanded and Belle pulled back slightly.

"What do you think?" she said holding up the rag.

"I'm perfectly capable," said Rumplestiltskin and Belle rolled her eyes. Despite his protests she could still see he was only just starting to regain his strength.

"Would it really kill you to let someone help you for a change?"

"Nobody wants to help a beast dearie," he answered though she thought she detected a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Well, it's a good thing you aren't a beast then," said Belle. "Now do hold still." They had a brief staring contest blue eyes meeting amber. Belle refused to flinch despite the way he narrowed his eyes and at last Rumplestiltskin looked away.

Once again Belle reached forward and tentatively undid the buttons on what remained of his shirt, pushing them aside to reveal the deep gash that went right across his chest. Gently she began to dab at the wound with the cloth. Rumplestiltkin hissed but made no other sign of pain.

As whatever solution was on the rag met his skin it slowly began to knit back together. And after a few minutes of her soft assistance the wound had disappeared. She wondered why he hadn't healed it like he did her burnt hand but was more concerned about how he got that way in the first place.

She could feel Rumplestiltkin's piercing gaze upon her but felt no need to shrink from it. Perhaps it was foolish but he no longer frightened her in the slightest.

"What happened?" she asked at last. Rumplestiltskin cursed.

"Blasted fairies," he answered with a glare.

"Why would fairies attack you? I thought you were just going off to make a deal?" asked Belle in surprise.

"It was simply a few foolish knats trying to gain favor with Reul Ghorm their leader by capturing the Dark One," he scoffed. "As if they could ACTUALLY manage it. Fairies have never liked me nor I them."

"Well at least you don't go attacking them for no reason," huffed Belle feeling strangely indignant on his behalf.

"Only when the situation requires it. As this one did. Those four certainly won't be troubling me again," she wasn't sure she liked the slightly nasty sneer that crossed his face but shrugged it off.

"I see." Rumplestiltskin raised an eyebrow.

"What no speeches about how immoral it was to kill fairies?" Belle sighed.

"I'm not fond of murder but if someone is foolish enough to try and attack the Dark One unprovoked, they may as well be prepared to face the consequences." She wasn't sure how she felt about his implication that he had killed other fairies under less understandable circumstances but then again it was in the past and wasn't her business.

Rumplestiltskin giggled.

"Well said dearie."

"I aim to please," she said in a slightly teasing tone. Rumplestiltkin snorted and for a moment Master and Servant shared an amused look.

Carefully she took his hand.

"You will be alright then?" she asked softly. Rumplestiltskin looked at her in surprise he leaned forward slightly searching her eyes for something. Belle once again wondered how long it had been since someone genuinely cared about how he was doing. Was she truly the first in a long time?

"Why would you care?" he asked and his tone held genuine curiosity. Belle bit her lip and then shrugged looking up at him.

"Because you're more than just my Master. You're my friend. Or so I'd like to think." And it was true. Belle found herself constantly looking forward to tea time each day when they would have a chance to talk and banter. It was still new but she found she was going to care for him. Perhaps friends was a bit presumptuous but she couldn't find another word to fit.

OUAT

Resistant as he had been to her helping him Rumple couldn't deny he liked the feeling of her taking care of him. Indeed, for a moment he truly wondered if she might have any genuine feeling towards him.

However, he brushed the thought aside. Surely not. The only emotion she likely must feel towards him would be bitterness for depriving her of the comfortable life she had come from.

"Why would you care?" he asked and Belle bit her lip seeming to ponder her answer. He waited on tenterhooks.

"Because you're more than just my Master. I'm your friend. Or so I'd like to think," she answered gently. Rumplestiltskin blinked because surely, he had misheard her. She had called him her friend. A part of him wanted to believe it for her words struck a chord inside him that he hadn't felt in centuries.

But he hid his emotions behind a mask of indifference. She might sound genuine but she could also be faking it in the hopes of being released from their deal. It would be the clever thing.

"I'm the Dark One dearie. I don't have friends."

"Is that a mandatory part of the job description or just you being stubborn?" asked Belle raising an eyebrow. Rumplestiltskin shook his head regretting it as it made the room spin slightly. He wasn't back to top form yet.

"You are a strange one." Belle stood taking the cloth with her a slight smile on her face.

"You aren't the first person to say that. Anyway, I said I was your friend. Whether I choose to care about you as my friend is my decision. The only thing up to you is if you return the feeling. Now is there anything else you need me to help with?"

A tiny part of him longed to ask her to stay and keep him company. After all Dark Ones didn't sleep but he would certainly find it more peaceful to relax with Belle at his side. But it was too strange and intimate request. Especially after having just denied her claim of friendship.

"No that will be all." he told her.

"Goodnight Rumplestiltskin," she said and left.

"Goodnight Belle," he whispered softly once she was out of the room.

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The following day things returned to normal with Rumplestiltskin back to his impish self. The previous night’s conversation had been the closest they'd gotten to any sort of truly emotional discussion.

Belle wasn't really surprised at his refusal of her friendship. At least at this point. He was a very closed off man. She'd just have to keep working on him. After all she had forever to convince him to let her in.

After she'd come to clear the dishes that evening from dinner Rumplestiltskin asked her to follow him. Curious Belle agreed and he led her up to the fourth floor of the castle and a room with an arched doorway.

Rumplestiltskin turned the nob and pushed open the door gesturing for her to step inside.

Belle did so and gasped. It was the most beautiful bedroom she'd seen in her life. The walls were painted a robin's egg blue with gold trim, the ceiling was fairly high and in the back center was a large four poster bed with a canopy of gold curtains. Against one wall was a vanity, though it lacked a mirror, and against another a large wardrobe. The slightly open door revealed several dresses in different colors. All that would be perfect for working in.

"I don't quite understand what is this?" she asked.

"This is your new room dearie. I don't like being in the debt of another and I figured you deserved a reward for your assistance yesterday," answered Rumplestiltskin who was still leaning in the doorway.

"You did all this just for me?" Rumplestiltskin snorted.

"Don't make it sound so special, this is a castle it has plenty of spare rooms." Belle smiled at him and stepped forward to give him a brief hug. She wasn't sure if it was overstepping her bounds but she wasn't sure how else to thank him.

"Thank you, it's beautiful and it's very kind of you." Belle said stepping back.

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She'd hugged him again. Once again taken off guard Rumplestiltskin found himself frozen on the spot unable to do anything but stand there. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately she stepped back soon.

"Thank you, it's beautiful and it's very kind of you." Unsure of how to reply despite enjoying the way she was beaming at him he huffed.

"I'm the Dark One I'm not kind." Belle's smile became indulgent like that of a parent playing along with a child's whims.

"Fine. It's very amicable of you."

"I think I need to remove the thesauruses’ from your library." said Rumplestiltskin realizing too late that he had said your instead of the.

Belle only laughed.

Author's Note: So another original chapter. Fair warning bar Tink and Nova fairies aren't going to be portrayed very nicely in this fic. I hope I didn't make Rumple seem too weak in the fight but I wanted to figure out a reason for him to need Belle's help so that he'd give her the room. He's still at the point where he's unwilling to do things without a cover for why even if his real intention is far purer. If you like the story, please leave your thoughts below in the comments.

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It was a crisp frosty morning when Belle brought Rumplestiltskin's breakfast in. By her count she had now been her for around three months and had settled into a routine. However, instead of the simple good morning she normally received as she placed his food in front of him Rumplestiltskin stopped her.

"Wait a moment dearie." Belle turned.

"Yes?" she inquired mildly.

"I'm leaving for a deal today and will be gone for at least three days."

"Oh, where to?" said Belle feeling a strange sadness at his leaving. Of course, she was used to him going off on occasion during the day but he was usually back by nightfall at the latest.

"Camelot," answered Rumplestiltskin not sounding impressed in the slightest at the idea of going to the realm of the legendary King Arthur. Belle however, felt a rush of excitement of course she wasn't going but surely, he'd be able to tell her about what he saw when he got back. If she could get him in a good mood.

"I see well, I suppose that’s a few less meals to cook," said Belle with a slight smile.

"Don't think you are to be shirking your duties while I'm away dearie. I expect this castle spotless when I get back." Belle decided not to point out that one maid was not enough to completely clean a gigantic castle even if she didn't stop to sleep.

"Of course not, I'm still your caretaker," she answered.

"Quite right," said Rumplestiltskin firmly. "The front doors are going to be sealed and you aren't to answer them for ANYONE. I want you to stay inside the castle while I'm gone."

"I'm not going to run away," said Belle not feeling particularly resentful about the restrictions as they were only marginally tighter than usual. Rumplestiltskin's answer surprised her.

"I know that dearie."

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"I know that dearie." As seemed to happen all too often around Belle the words left his mouth without fulling thinking them through. The surprise was evident on her face although her rose petal pink lips twisted up in a smile.

"I'm glad you've come to accept that much." she answered. Rumplestiltskin shrugged trying to make it seem as it didn't matter.

"I accept that you are neither foolish nor deceitful enough to try and break your deal with me. You would not risk your people's lives for your own freedom."

And it was true. If for no other reason, for surely there wasn't any other reason, Belle would stay because she was a woman of her word and cared far too much for the lives of those she'd saved by coming her to forfeit them through some ill-conceived escape attempt.

"That's true enough," agreed Belle. "When do you depart?"

"Immediately after breakfast."

"Do you want me to pack something for the road?" she asked. Rumplestiltskin shook his head technically he didn't need to eat as much as a normal man. He could go quite a while without food but after having been a nearly starving peasant he normally did prefer to take his meals. Still, the journey itself to Camelot was not long enough to warrant packing food.

"That won't be necessary." he answered with a wave of his hand.

"Well then. I'll be waiting when for you when you return." she said and he could have sworn he detected a hint of sadness in her eyes though he must have been imagining it. Surely, she would be relieved to have a few days to herself.

"That you will." He answered and couldn't stop the way his mouth briefly twitched upward. Strangely enough he liked the idea of coming back knowing that Belle would be here on his return. It was...comforting.

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It was late into the second day of Rumplestiltskin's departure and honestly the castle was a bit lonely without him. She missed his quips and their daily tea time. The sound of his spinning wheel echoing in the great hall. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough it seemed.

Dusting one of the cabinets Belle found herself intrigued by a long, thin silver sword with strange marking on the blade. Belle bit her lip. She knew she probably shouldn't pick up or touch any of Rumplestiltskin's things but at the same time he wouldn't be back for another day and surely what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

She opened the case and very gently began to lift the sword from its display. Suddenly a high-pitched voice rang out startling her and causing her to drop one end of the sword with a clatter.

"Don't cut yourself dearie!" Right behind her was of course Rumplestiltskin looking slightly disapproving. Belle sighed feeling guilty.

"I'm so, so, sorry, I thought..."

"You thought I'd be away for another day and it would be fine to play with my toys," interrupted Rumplestiltkin with a dramatic gesture of his hand as he stepped forward and took the sword from her hand.

"Good thing I came back early too. It's quite interesting to see how the mouse plays when the cat is away," he continued walking towards the table and swiping a finger across it.

"And the mouse has done very little cleaning." Belle shrugged. She had planned to get to that table later. But decided to explain her actions even if it wasn't exactly a justification.

"It's just you have so many things here from all over the world, I was curious." she sighed. "And you never talk about them."

"Well, you're the help," shrugged Rumplestiltskin turning to face her and Belle resisted a snort. Yes, because the help were given gorgeous library’s and bedrooms. Instead, she strode forward so she was toe to toe with him and poking him in the chest.

"And you're rude."

"Well, I could be much worse," said Rumplestiltskin turning away. And Belle sighed following him and sitting on the table. Clearly, he was still stuck in what she had come to privately dub "Dark One mode". Sometimes it took a while when he came back from his deals to drop the dangerous person he used in his line of work.

"But you're not," she pointed out. Rumplestiltskin turned back to face her and Belle could already see the beastly facade starting to slip so she continued.

"Look you have seen the world, something that I have ALWAYS wanted to do, yet you share nothing."

"Mouthy, mouthy! And foolishly brave," said Rumplestiltkin leaning in so their faces were close together however Belle refused to be intimidated as she looked into his amber eyes with their small pupils raising a skeptical eyebrow. Her words had been no more severe than any of the other quips she'd shared with her Master.

"If you were going to kill me you would have done it long ago." Rumplestiltskin looked slightly miffed that his bluff had been called.

"Perhaps I would but..."

"Good help is hard to find," she finished the last part of his sentence in unison with him. It seemed to be his go to excuse. Rumplestiltskin shot her a glare though it didn't hold much real anger.

"Yes."

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"Yes."

The cheeky girl had called his bluff. Of course, course he wasn't going to kill her. The idea was unthinkable. But her boldness and lack of fear was still astounding. Belle sighed and smiled slightly, the gentle expression warming his black heart and reminding him why he had sped up how long it took to conclude his business in Camelot.

"Now we've established that we both know you aren't going to kill me, will you tell me what you've seen? How was your trip to Camelot?" The excitement that danced in her eyes tempted him to give into her wish. To tell her about his travels but another part of him. A part firmly rooted in the curse of the Dark One felt the need to pull back. Don't indulge her. She's your servant. That’s all she'll ever be. She could never actually care for you. Hissed one of the traitorous voices in his mind.

"Good for me, not so good for Camelot," he answered shortly. With a wave of his hand he summoned the gauntlet he had gotten in Camelot.

"A souvenir." He said handing her the gauntlet. "Clean it." Belle took it and he watched her carefully examine it. Her face alight with curiosity.

"What is it?" feeling slightly guilty about having ignored her earlier enquiry Rumplestiltskin decided to answer.

"It's a magic gauntlet, with a very specific purpose. It can locate anyone's greatest weakness." The voice's in his mind shouted in alarm at him for revealing that information. "She'll use it against you" hissed Zoso. And yet Rumplestiltskin didn't believe she would.

There was no ambition or cunning in Belle's eyes as she looked at the object in a new light.

"How ominous," she said dryly. No Belle wouldn't use it. Aside from being smart enough not to try and cross him he could tell from her demeanor that the thought clearly hadn't even crossed her mind. His Belle was far to innocent and kind.

Which wasn't to say that she wasn't shrewd as her next question demonstrated.

"But why do you need it. With all your power you could destroy any foe." Rumplestiltskin couldn't help but preen a little at her faith in his powers. He took a step closer.

"It's about manipulation," he explained. "And for that you must find one's weakness. And for almost everyone, that weakness is the thing they love most."

"You make loving someone sound dangerous," commented Belle. Rumplestiltskin chuckled.

"Love is the most dangerous power out there, dearie. It can result in greater harm than even the most vehement of hatred."

"I've never thought of it that way. But I can't say I don't think it's worth the risk. It may be the most dangerous. But it's also the most wonderful," Belle's gaze turned thoughtful. "Which in itself may be what makes it a double-edged sword.

Rumplestiltskin had to resist the smile that wanted to come to his face at her cleverness.

"I didn't realize I'd dealt for a philosopher as well as a maid. Though perhaps you are better at the former given your abysmal job as the latter." He quipped and Belle laughed as she hopped off the table.

"I'm not that awful. And if you wanted a better maid you shouldn't have dealt for a princess."

"Careful dearie that sounded dangerously close to insubordination." he answered though it lacked even a hint of the bite he'd attempted earlier.

"Perhaps," said Belle before starting to walk out. Suddenly she paused and turned back.

"Rumplestiltkin?"

"Yes?" he asked turning back to face her only to find her once again beaming at him.

"I'm glad you're back." She then turned on her heal leaving him gob smacked at her words.

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The following morning Belle served Rumplestiltskin breakfast as usual. It really was nice to have him back. She knew to other people it might sound strange that she enjoyed the Dark One's company and preferred to have him here in the castle with her rather than being left alone. But then she'd always been considered strange.

"You know I think I've figured out why you collect so many things," she said casually as she set the plate down in front of him.

"Oh?" scoffed Rumplestiltskin.

"You have a hole in your heart. So, you try and fill it by collecting trinkets," answered Belle.

She'd been actually been coming to this conclusion for a while. After all, certainly many of the objects in the castle like the gauntlet held magical significance but from what she'd seen there was also a significant portion that was just "stuff".

She might have chalked it up to a hoarding habit had it not been for the few occasions she'd caught him with his guard down there was something in his eyes at those times that spoke of pain and loneliness.

"Rubbish," snorted Rumplestiltskin. "The only hole is the one in my closet. I need fresh laundry.”

Before Belle could reply he had waved his hand and she found herself whisked away in a cloud of crimson smoke and deposited outside with a basket of laundry. This was the one area outside she was actually allowed in.

"Very mature," she said sarcastically. "You only did that because you know I'm right." Belle bent down and picked up some laundry and began to pin it to the line. At least Rumplestiltskin had had the courtesy to magic her cloak onto her given the nippy air outside.

"And no I am not talking to myself because I know you can hear me." she grumbled. This wasn't the first time Rumplestiltskin had resorted to teleporting out of any sort of emotional conversation. It was simply a toss-up whether he'd teleport himself away or choose to move her instead. Not that that deterred Belle.

She wouldn't push him more than necessary but she also did want to get to know him and it was clear any steps towards friendship were going to be needed to be initiated on her end.

Suddenly Belle heard barking and turned to see a small Dalmatian puppy.

"Hello, where did you come from?" she said. The dog barked again and she followed it not too concerned as the wards around the castle were supposed to keep her in and anything dangerous out.

It was only when she reached just past the edge of the lawn of the castle and had taken a step into the wood that she realized that she hadn't run into the wards yet despite Rumplestiltskin saying that the boundary was the forest line. Her heart suddenly felt uneasy.

Unfortunately, this realization came too late as before she could step back within the castle grounds everything went black.

Author's Note: Apologies for the delay in updating I was on vacation. So I decided to embellish the scene from the show a little along with adding something before hand. Also since Belle and Rumple are getting along a little better his threat to her is more banter than anything else plus I wanted to use the phrase "Dark One Mode". I also wanted to make Belle seem SLIGHTLY less foolish for following the puppy here. The scene about the hole in his heart is also a deleted scene however I again altered the dialogue a little. If you like the story PLEASE PLEASE let me know in the comments below. Thank you to all who have already left comments already! Until next time.

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Belle woke to find herself lying on something rocky with her hands tied. She could hear voices and kept her eyes closed trying to hear anything useful.

"You'd better have not knocked her out too hard we need her conscious to give the message." said a sinister, sophisticated voice

"Relax dahling, she shouldn't be out much longer." answered a different voice.

"Enough waiting," scoffed a third female and suddenly Belle felt water get splashed on her face.

She gasped and sat up.

"See she's awake," said the second voice. Blinking Belle looked at her surroundings they were on a rocky cliff and in front of her were three women.

One had dark skin and was dressed in green most notably she had tentacles coming from beneath her dress. Some sort of sea witch? She'd read about one called Ursula.

The second woman had black and white hair and a sharp face. Her eyes were cold and soulless. She wore a fur coat over a black dress and red heels.

Lastly was perhaps the most recognizable woman. She was tall with pale skin and high cheek bones. She wore a black dress and black horned headdress. In her hand was a staff with a dragon on top. The distinctive appearance meant she could only be the fallen fairy, Maleficent.

Belle straightened as best she could, trying not to show any fear despite the fact that her heart was hammering a mile a minute.

"What do you want from me?" she asked.

"Not even asking for an introduction? Dahling?" said the two-toned haired woman.

"Well, I can already guess your companions so it seems you are the only one left in obscurity. With two out of three introductions hardly seem necessary," answered Belle defiantly.

The woman's eyes flashed in fury at Belle's implication that she was of lesser importance than the other two. She strode forward and slapped Belle the diamond ring on her finger cutting deep into Belle's cheek. Ursula laughed.

"So Rumplestiltskin's maid has some bite."

"Careful Cruella, we need her in one piece," warned Maleficent firmly. If Belle were to guess she'd put the former fairy as the most powerful of three followed by the Sea Witch. She had no idea what Cruella brought to the table though so she could hardly discount her. Certainly not with that ruthless gleam in her eye.

"Pity." snapped Cruella. Maleficent turned to Belle.

"In answer to your question. It's not so much what we want from you as with you. Rumplestiltskin has something we want and you're the leverage we need to get it."

Bait then. Thought Belle now mentally going over what sort of object those women would want. Rumplestiltskin had any number of dangerous magical items. But it had to be important if they were kidnapping her to get it rather than making a regular deal.

"Now you're going to record a little message for your dear master telling him to come and get you in exchange for a certain gauntlet," said Ursula.

Belle's eyes widened as she remembered what the gauntlet did. In the hands of these women, it would be immensely dangerous. So she made a decision.

"No."

"What?" snarled Cruella.

"I said no. I won't help you get that object." replied Belle.

"Even if it means your death?" asked Ursula.

"Even then," answered Belle. Aside from not wanting them to get the gauntlet she hated the idea of leading Rumplestiltskin into a trap. Truthfully that idea worried her even more than what the women would do with the gauntlet. She obviously was scared of the idea of dying but surely it was better she die than the many others that would as a consequence of them getting the gauntlet.

"If you say so," said Cruella gesturing to Ursula whose tentacles began to snake towards Belle.

"Wait!" commanded Maleficent.

"So, she won't give the message. Rumplestiltskin already suspects my involvement at this time so I might as well just confirm his suspicions and send the message myself." Belle's heart sunk. So much for holding them off.

She supposed she just have to try and think of some way of escape although that seemed about as likely as Rumplestiltskin falling to his knees and declaring her his true love.

Anyway, they were all presuming Rumplestiltskin would actually come for her. Of course, she knew they had been getting on fairly well but who was to say that her value out-weighed that of a powerful magical object like the gauntlet. It was entirely possible Rumplestiltskin might choose to cut his losses and just leave her.

If that was the case well, at least these women wouldn't get the gauntlet. Belle supposed she'd just have to wait to see if he came at the appointed time.

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Rumplestiltskin strolled outside to the laundry area. Belle had not returned to the castle yet and he was...concerned.

Yes, yes, he had teleported her randomly outside because she was as per usual getting far too close to the truth of matters for comfort, but normally that would just lead to exasperation and perhaps a cold pot of tea rather than full on avoidance and certainly not for this long a period of time.

"I hope you haven't done anything foolish dearie like trying to run away!" he called loudly hoping to provoke her if she were nearby. Belle always seemed to take offense to the implication that she would break their deal.

But there was no answer. He pushed his way through the clothing lines and reach the edge of the wards. Or where the wards keeping people IN should have been. Someone had interfered with them.

"Belle!" he called sharply now getting considerably worried. She really wasn't stupid enough to run off (especially while he was still IN the castle for god's sake!) not to mention without provisions, which means something must have happened.

Rumplestiltskin heard cawing above him and looked up to see a raven circling above. It dropped something at his feet. Rumplestiltskin realized it to be a sand dollar and upon picking the object up an image was projected from the dollar. An image of Maleficent.

"Hello, Rumplestiltskin, I was going to have your maid send this message but as she's being uncooperative at the moment, I'll be the one passing it on. It's quite simple I have your girl and if you want her back alive, you'll bring the Gauntlet of Camelot to the base of Demon's Bluff at midnight tonight." The image briefly changed to show Belle who was bound and gagged. She had a cut on her cheek and looked scared but there was also a touch of defiance in her gaze. Then the image swapped back to Maleficent.

"The choice is yours but the consequences will be severe." The sand dollar disintegrated. Rumplestiltskin let out a snarl and looked up at the raven.

"You tell you're Mistress to beware because she's JUST CROSSED A LINE!!!"

The bird flew off and Rumplestiltskin teleported back inside to get the gauntlet. All he could think of was that he had to save Belle before Maleficent did anything to her. He was so worried he didn't even both trying to deny his strange feelings as he usually would.

Don't do it. Don't give up the gauntlet for some pretty face. It will only prove you to be weak," hissed the voices in his head but he shoved them down. Belle was in danger and right now that was all that mattered.

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Rumplestiltskin appeared on the cliff at the appointed time in his usual swirl of crimson smoke. It was dark making the crashing sea below and the three, pointed stones standing in front of him looking like giant graves appear even more sinister than usual. The only light came from two fires burning on the edge of the cliff.

"I have what you want dearie! Now show yourself." he called. There was a moment of silence and then Belle stumbled out from behind on of the giant rocks her hands tied. There was a shimmering purple veil over her that Rumplestiltskin recognized as a spell to stop him from simply teleporting the two of them away.

He met her blue eyes which were filled with terror but also a little surprise and with a jolt Rumplestiltskin realized she hadn't been certain he would come for her.

"Rumplestiltskin help there..." whatever she was about to say was cut off as a mocking voice filled the air.

"Yes, Rumplestiltskin do help her!" a flock of ravens swarmed and coalesced into the form of a tall woman dressed in black.

"Maleficent, I am impressed. Didn't think you had it in you."

"I'm not here for your praise, give me the gauntlet and you can have your wench back." Rumplestiltskin felt a rush of fury at the insult to Belle who he noticed was now flicking her eyes off to the side as if attempting to tell him something without speaking.

"Well, seeing as you asked so nicely." Rumplestiltskin raised his hand and in an instant Maleficent was hovering in the air choking.

"You thought you could steal from the Dark One and live? Fatal mistake dearie. Any last words?" he snarled.

"I'm...not...alone." she gasped and too late what Belle had been trying to communicate to him became clear as a long green tentacle reach out and began to wrap around Belle's neck and torso.

"The Sea Witch." He growled as Ursula stepped out from behind one of the rocks.

"Such a pretty thing. A shame I'm going to have to crack her pipes."

"Harm one hair on her head and Maleficent burns!" snapped Rumplestiltskin in warning. He'd expected Maleficent but not Ursula. However, if the sea witch was here than there was one other who was likely to be joining them. As if on cue the snide voice of Cruella De Vil rang out.

"Then Ursula will kill your maid and where will that leave us?"

"Cruella," he trilled dangerously. "Thought I caught a wif of desperation and gin! I must say I'm surprised to see you all here. Last time we crossed paths it looked like things weren't going your way. And unless you hand back my maid, they won't be this time either."

"Shall I get you a stepstool so you can look in my eyes when you threaten me?" snapped Cruella.

"Oh, I don't need to threaten you dearie. It took three of you to get this far and I promise. It isn't. Far. Enough." he hissed.

"Have it your way. Ursula darling crush the maid's heart." said Cruella. Rumple felt his heart drop as the tentacle around Belle's neck tightened. However to his surprise Belle who still looked terrified managed to choke out.

"Don't...not..worth it..." she was in danger of being killed and yet she was telling him not to trade the gauntlet to save her. The voices in his mind screamed in agreement but a strange feeling Rumple couldn't quite describe overpowered the voices. Suddenly all that mattered was Belle's life.

He snarled and dropped Maleficent tossing the gauntlet to Cruella. Immediately Ursula stopped strangling Belle who sagged with relief taking deep gasps of air.

"That was a rather risky endevour for an old glove dearie." he said trying to sound blase

"The risk was worth it. For too long we've lived in a world where the heroes always win." said Ursula.

"The gauntlet shall reveal our enemy's weakness's and we shall be the victors." finished Cruella.

"Let her go." Maleficent told her cronies as she waved a hand removing the spell over Belle. Ursula shoved Belle towards Rumple who stepped forward to catch her holding tight to reassure himself and her that she was safe. The Queens of Darkness disappeared in a swirl of grey smoke.

"Why, would you do that? I mean with that object..."

"They still won't be able to harm you," said Rumplestiltskin firmly and it was a promise as much as a reassurance those women would never get near his Belle again. Belle tilted her head looking surprised and confused.

"Why do you care about me?" Rumplestiltskin froze unsure how to answer not missing the fact that her words mirrored his own from a few weeks prior. He also realized he hadn't released her. Quickly he let go.

"I don't. But if anyone's going to crush your heart it's going to be me." he snapped though even as he said, them the words felt wrong and unconvincing.

Author's Note: So I wanted to make Belle a bit more defiant and less of a damsel here. Obviously she needed to be rescued but I feel like it was more in character for the Belle we were originally introduced to (and certainly the one I'm writing) to be a bit more defiant and as proactive about the situation as possible rather than jumping straight to begging. Also, can we all just admire how adorable Rumple's look of concern for her is near the end of that scene when he says they still won't be able to harm her? Anyway, so a slightly different take on this episode. I should clarify that while I am standing by my decision to end this series after season 3 I may end up using some of the flashback scenes that we got in later seasons. Thanks for reading! If you like the story PLEASE leave a note in the comments! Until next time!

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Belle couldn't deny she was a little surprised that Rumplestiltskin had traded the gauntlet for her and was even more touched by the fierce protectiveness she heard in his tone as he assured her those women wouldn't be able to harm her.

"Why do you care about me?" she asked noting that he still hadn't let go of her. Not that she minded. He seemed to notice this as well for he swiftly released her and stepped back scowling.

"I don't." he answered sharply. "But if anyone's going to crush your heart it's going to be me." The words were threatening but even as he said then Rumplestiltskin looked uncomfortable and unsure. In other words, Belle didn't buy a word of it. He waved his hand and they reappeared in the Great Hall of the Dark Castle.

"That was exceedingly stupid of you to put yourself in a vulnerable position like that. I thought I told you what the boundaries were." he snapped as he removed her bonds.

"You did but the wards were down," answered Belle.

"That's not an excuse Belle! You should have been more careful!" Rumplestiltskin said raising his voice. Belle winced slightly as Rumplestiltskin hadn't yelled at her since the Robin Hood incident.

"You're right I should have." she answered quietly.

"Go to your room! You shouldn't be able to get into any trouble there at least!" he snarled at her before stalking towards his spinning wheel. Belle didn't argue and instead did as she was told. She would have thanked him but didn't think that would go over very well at the moment.

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Belle couldn't sleep. Despite what should have been an exhausting day her mind would not stop spinning like Rumplestiltskin's wheel.

His anger and the look on his face had reminded her of an occasion when she was younger. She'd taken a horse that hadn't been fully broken in out to ride without her father's permission. When he'd found out Maurice had shouted at her like never before bringing Belle to tears. Her mother later explained that the reason her father had shouted so much was mostly because he had been scared for her.

Belle hadn't believed his comment about crushing her heart and his reaction, not to mention his decision to save her in the first place made Belle wonder if perhaps Rumplestiltskin truly did care for her.

The clock chimed four in the morning and Belle got up. Putting on a robin's egg blue dressing gown she crept down the stairs towards the kitchen.

As she passed the entrance to the Great Hall she noticed the form of Rumplestiltskin spinning at his wheel. Belle bit her lip wondering if she should say something. The decision was made for her when Rumplestiltskin spoke.

"You should be in bed dearie."

"I couldn't sleep," Belle answered softly. "I was going to get some warm milk would you like some?" There was a pause.

"Very well." Belle nodded and went to prepare the milk. Once she had heated it she brought the two cups back up to the Great Hall. Rumplestiltskin was still seated at his wheel and she took a seat next to him handing him the glass. He still didn't meet her gaze and an awkward silence fell between them. At last she could no longer stand it and said.

"I'm truly grateful for what you did for me and, I'm sorry for putting you in that position in the first place. You lost a valuable artifact because I wasn't more conscious of my surroundings. Wards or no I shouldn't have strayed beyond the boundary."

"Do you realize what they could have done to you?" answered Rumplestiltskin quietly. It was not the response Belle had been expecting.

"I'm sure there are plenty of nasty things they could have thought to do with me besides killing me." answered Belle. Rumplestiltskin finally looked at her.

"That is an understatement. Cruella makes me look tame." He tilted his head. "You were surprised that I came weren't you?" he said softly. Belle knew lying would do no good so she nodded.

"I was."

"Well, I suppose that's what would you expect of a monster," said Rumplestiltskin in a mirthless tone. Belle shook her head vehemently.

"It's not a reflection of your character. It was simply a matter of weighing the objective value of the deal. Quite frankly I'm still not sure you came out on the better end."

"You have a low opinion of yourself then," said Rumplestiltskin and again Belle disagreed.

"No, it's simple math. A powerful object like the gauntlet it worth far more that an adequate maid. One is replaceable the other not."

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Rumplestiltskin had felt bad about taking his worry out on Belle in the form of anger but he wasn't sure if he should be relieved or not when she entered the Great Hall unable to sleep and began to address the days events.

He still marveled over the fact that she had openly told him not to make the trade for her. But then again this was the woman who agreed to go live with a monster to save her kingdom. So perhaps it shouldn't be quite so shocking.

Even now she seemed to consider herself of little value. And he was almost impressed in a way but how she had looked at the deal so objectively.

"You have a low opinion of yourself then," Rumplestiltskin commented only for Belle to disagree.

"No, it's simple math. A powerful object like the gauntlet it worth far more that an adequate maid. One is replaceable the other not." Rumplestiltskin thought she was right just not about which one was replaceable.

Rumplestiltskin closed his eyes and made a decision. What he was about to do could backfire spectacularly yet how could he continue to deny that he cared about this woman in some capacity after what had happened to day. It wasn't fair to either of them nor could he fool Belle.

"You're right. It should have been simple. I should have been able to easily turn down their request." he answered quietly. Then he met her blue gaze. "But it wasn't. In that moment your life mattered more to me. You told me that it was up to me whether or not I considered you my friend." He chuckled softly. "It seems despite my best efforts you have come to mean...something to me. I would not have harm come to you." He waited watching Belle wondering if he had made a mistake. Then she suddenly took his hand.

"I'm glad," she paused and then added. "Truthfully, I was concerned they might try and use me as bait to harm you and I would not wish for that to happen." Rumplestiltskin looked into her eyes all kindness and honesty. She meant it. She had been worried about him. Unnecessary thought it was the thought touched him.

"Then I take it that it is not too late to accept your offer of friendship?" he asked wryly and Belle smiled.

"It was never going to be too late." Suddenly Rumplestiltskin noticed the cut on her cheek.

"You're hurt."

"Just a flesh wound. I got a bit mouthy with Cruella." answered Belle lightly.

"You should be more careful. Not everyone's quite as amused by your wit as I am. May I?" He lifted his hand offering to heal the cut. Belle nodded.

Gently he slowly ran a finger along the cut on her cheek. For a brief moment he could imagine that she was letting him do this out of affection and wondered what it would be like to have the right to run his hand along her silken cheek and not have it be out of necessity. Then again it was a miracle she allowed him to touch her at all.

To his surprise Belle closed her eyes though it didn't seem to be out of disgust, and almost seemed to lean into his touch. Too soon the cut sealed itself. Rumplestiltskin allowed his hand to linger for a moment longer than necessary before removing his hand.

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Belle almost instinctively leaned into Rumplestiltskin's touch as he gently ran a finger down her cheek sealing the cut. If she closed her eyes, she could briefly imagine it as a caress. Why she wished it was so Belle wasn't sure. All she knew was that she was disappointed when he removed his hand.

"Thank you," she said gently opening her eyes to meet his amber ones. She had now become used to his strange looks. Honestly, she didn't find him ugly for that matter just different.

"No matter dearie," said Rumplestiltskin slightly awkwardly.

"If we are to be friends, don't you think you could call me by my name?" asked Belle. "For some reason other than when you're angry at me?" she added playfully. Rumplestiltskin paused.

"If you wish it."

"I do," said Belle pleased to have made some progress. They both finished their drinks in silence and Belle took his glass, standing up to leave.

"Goodnight Rumplestiltskin," she said turning to leave but stopped by his voice.

"Rumple."

"Pardon?" she asked. He gave her a thin smile.

"If we are to be on a first name basis you may call me Rumple when we are alone." Belle smiled brightly.

"Well then, goodnight, Rumple."

"Goodnight Belle." he answered before returning to his spinning.

Author's Note: So! Progress finally gets made in their relationship. I wasn't entirely sure if it was too OOC for Rumple to be open about his feelings but I figured he might be willing at least to acknowledge friendship even if he can't imagine she'd ever care about him romantically. Sneak peak to the next chapter in which we meet two new characters (one an OC and one canon)! Thank you to all for reading and if you like the story please leave a note in the comments below. I'm also open to feedback if anyone has any requests or suggestions on the story. Until next time!tg

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Belle was in the middle of cleaning the Great Hall. It had been a calm day and Belle was humming to herself while Rumplestiltskin spun at his wheel. But of course calm days rarely lasted long in the Dark Castle. Suddenly out of nowhere a doorway with nothing on either side, appeared next to the long table Belle gasped as out stepped two people.

The man was tall, probably around 6 feet, with wild blue eyes and dark hair. He wore a long leather coat with black breeches and tall boots, a bown leather waistcoat, and a crimson shirt and cravat. Over his shoulder was a large leather satchel.

The woman was nearly a foot shorter than than him she had long light blond hair, steely grey eyes, and pale skin. She wore a short long sleeved, rust-colored jacket over, a white blouse and brown waistcoat and belt which held a dagger and a wooden pipe. Her skirt was light brown and fell to just above her knees over brown leggings and matching tall boots.

Ignoring Belle the woman strode straight up to Rumple who had come to stand behind Belle and wacked him on the arm.

"NEXT time you send us on a trip you might mention that the object you are asking for was guarded by a BLOODY cerberus you irritating imp!" Belle's eye's widened. Of course, she wasn't always what you might call respectful to Rumplestiltskin but this woman was downright brash. Belle waited with baited breath to see Rumple's reaction only for him to giggle.

"I'm sure it was nothing you couldn't handle Pip." The woman scoffed.

"Of course, it wasn't but fair warning would be appreciated."

"Ah she's just annoyed one of the heads drooled all over her jacket," snickered the tall man from behind who had now placed a large top hat on his head. "Although one would think you really would know better than to antagonize her."

Rumple snorted.

"I thought that was how you got her to marry you." The dark haired man placed a hand to his chest in mock offense.

"You say that as if my devilishly handsome looks played no part."

"And the HER in question is right here so if you two don't want to be taking a VERY long nap I suggest you shut it and that Rum introduce us to this lovely young lady." The woman's grey gaze softened and swapped to Belle, who was still puzzling over the exchange.

"This is Belle my new maid," answered Rumplestiltskin. "Belle this is the Piper and Jefferson."

"A pleasure to meet you Belle, a lovely lady with a fitting name," said the Jefferson, bounding forward and dramatically kissing her hand. Belle giggled at his antics and out of the corner of her eye saw Rumple staring daggers at the man. She then glanced at Piper who appeared amused rather than annoyed at her husbands flirtatious actions.

"Don't mind Hattie he always makes a fool of himself in front of pretty women," scoffed Piper.

"You included of course," snarked Rumple towards Piper.

"But of course." the blond replied with a smirk.

"Well it's lovely to meet you both." said Belle with a smile.

"If you're quite done being a nuicence could you hand over the object I requested you obtain?"

"Oh come now surely after all our hard work the least you could do is invite us for tea?" asked Jeffereson.

"That sounds like a lovely idea, I was had some going in the pot anyway," interjected Belle cheerfully before Rumple could object. It was rare they ever got visitors to the castle who seemed to be more than just desperate souls wanting to make a deal and be done.

"Why thank you Belle!" said Jefferson taking a seat in one of the high backed chairs.

"Yes, that would be greatly appreciated." answered Piper with an upward twist of her lips as she perched on the table.

"Fine! If it will get you out of here sooner," grumbled Rumple although Belle noticed there wasn't any real annoyance in his tone. He waved his hand and summoned the tea pot to the set and Belle moved to pour it passing the chipped one to Rumple once she had prepared it with milk and sugar.

Their fingers brushed as she handed him the cup and she couldn't help but think that his gaze softened slightly as their eyes met.

"Thank you." he said quietly.

"How do you take yours?" she asked their guests.

"Black as my soul," quipped Piper.

"A twist of lemon with a side of cream and madness," answered Jefferson and Belle giggled. If she had any doubts about these two being friends with Rumple their morbid senses of humor confirmed it.

"Well, I'm afraid we're all out of madness today." she answered with false saddness.

"I've got a cup of insanity you can add if you'd like," snorted Rumplestiltskin.

"Nah, even I have limits," chuckled Jefferson. Once Belle finished handing out the tea she picked up her own cup and turned to leave.

"I'll let you get on with your business."

"If we can ever get around to it with this lunatic," muttered Rumplestiltkin.

"Be nice," she hissed playfully as she passed him and he raised an eyebrow in reply.

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Rumplestiltskin watched Belle leave somewhat regretfully. Truth be told he actually didn't mind the Hatter and Pip they were good business partners and the closest thing besides Belle that he could call friends.

Both had come to him for assistance but unlike most desperate souls rather than swiftly signing away anything to get what they wanted, they had ensured long term benefits by offering their unique service's a business partners.

The long term aquaintence meant that they had developed what he was willing to admit at least was something of a comradery.

"Sooo when did you aquire that lovely addition to your collection?" asked Jefferson.

"And please tell me the girl isn't here because she didn't read the fine print on one your deals." added Pip. A dealmaker in her own right she held a specific distaste for those who didn't both to pay any attention to the terms of the contracts made.

"So did you get the Amulet of Athena?" asked Rumplestiltskin ignoring both questions and Jefferson pulled a large golden amulet set with red jewels.

"My darling wife lulled it to sleep and I grabbed." Rumple examined the amulet not because he doubted its worth. Pip and Jefferson were very reliable in providing the genuine article when it came to rare objects BUT to distract from the original line of questioning. Pip was not fooled.

"You are evading Rum. That amulet is nowhere near as interesting as you are pretending. Now answer the question."

"I made a deal with Belle to be my caretaker some months ago in exchange for stopping the ogres from destroying her kingdom. She knew what she was getting into and agreed anyway." He added defensively.

"She certainly sounds like she's got spunk." said Jefferson with a sip of his tea. "No wonder you like her."

"I DO not LIKE her!" snapped Rumple

"And I'm a frumious bandersnatch." scoffed Pip with wicked grin and that Rumple didn't at all like. "In fact, I think I'm going to go get to know her a little better!" she hopped of the table and made for the kitchen

"Don't you dare!" began Rumple only to be cut off by a laugh.

"You should know better than to try and forbid Alice from doing things," said Jefferson reverting to his wife's real name. Only a select few knew the Piper's original name as her title had long outstripped her person and she had taken to only giving it to those she trusted. But as Rumplestiltskin was, somewhat shockingly, included in the number with that knowledge he was unsurprised to hear Jefferson us Pip's true name.

"One can always hope it might do some good," muttered Rumple.

"I'm not wrong though you do like Belle," added Jefferson in an annoyingly teasing tone.

"Are you sure you haven't eaten any Wonderlandian mushrooms lately because you are seeing things that aren't there," snarled Rumple taking a sip from his tea cup.

"Liar liar overtight leather pants on fire Rumple." snickered the Hatter and Rumple raised his hand summoning purple crackling magic.

"I can and will turn you into a toad if you don't shut up Hatter." Unfortunately, the action did little to intimidate the annoying portal jumper.

"And then you'd have Alice on your tail and I suspect darling Belle too." Rumple growled but lowered his hand knowing the man was right probably in more than one way. Jefferson threw his hands in the air.

"Oh come off it! You practically tried to murder me with a look when I flirted with her despite knowing I am perfectly happily married and nowhere near idiotic enough to cheat on my wife let alone with the maid of the Dark One."

"I admit nothing." Jefferson rolled his eyes.

"You really are the most stubborn ass of a sorcerer I've ever met Rumple and that includes Harry bloody Dresden."

OUAT

Belle was drinking her tea in the kitchen when she heard footsteps and turned to see Piper in the door. The name kept ring a bell in her head and she was trying to sort out why.

"Hello, may I join you?" the blond asked.

"Of course," said Belle with a smile. Piper took a seat and surveyed Belle in an appraising way. Wait. Rumple hadn't said Piper. He'd said THE Piper.

"Pardon me, but Rumple introduced you as the Piper. You wouldn't happen to be..."

"THE Pied Piper?" finished the blond with a quirk of her lips. "At your service." Belle blinked.

"Oh." The Pied Piper was fairly notorious. Much like with Rumplestiltskin she was the person nannies warned children would spirit them off it they were bad. Belle wasn't sure how much of that was true or not. The woman next to her seemed stern but pleasant enough.

"Now you understand my usefulness to Rum." the woman said and Belle noted the affectionate nickname for Rumplestiltskin.

"So you really can charm people with your music?" asked Belle curious. The Piper nodded.

"Oh yes and much more. On a basic level my music influences the mind meaning that depending on the tune I play I can twist the person or creature to my purposes. Whatever those may be." There was a matter of fact way about how she delivered the words. No sense of sympathy or apology. But it also didn't seem like a threat.

"How fascinatingly ominous. Although I suppose that could be put to many uses Rumplestiltskin would appreciate." Answered Belle and the Piper laughed.

"Now that IS a polite way of putting it."

"What would you like me to call you?" asked Belle not wanting to be rude and just call her by her title.

"Piper will do for now. Rum is the only one who gets away with calling me Pip. Although, I suppose as a being of nearly infinte power he can get away with nearly anything."

"What does Jefferson do? That was a portal you stepped through right?" Belle had read about such things though never encountered them.

"Yes, Hattie's a portal jumper. Which means when Rum wants something from another realm its Jefferson and his hat that he calls on."

"How amazing to be able to travel to entirely different realms!" exclaimed Belle. Piper chuckled.

"Depends on the realm, Westeros in winter is utterly miserable, but in general yes it's interesting. I'm sure Hattie would be happy to share some of his tales with you."

The idea of hearing tales from another land thrilled Belle. Especially given Piper and Jefferson seemed a bit more open than Rumple.

"Now, I've told you a bit about us. What about you? Rum said you made a deal with him and that you understood the terms. A surprisingly rare thing believe it or not." Piper gave Belle a searching look as if trying to get the measure of her.

"Yes, I perfectly understood what I was committing to. And a life and his servant for the sake of an entire kingdom seemed an entirely reasonable price for how much magic it must have taken for him to stop the ogres." answered Belle firmly.

"You took into account the amount of magic in comparison to the cost?" asked Piper raising a blond eyebrow. Belle shrugged.

"More so in retrospect as I've learnt a bit more about magic during my time here but it seems obvious that fate of a kingdom could not be bought for a small price."

"Paid attention to the contract AND understands how magical deals work? You really are a rarity no wonder Rum wanted you." said Piper and Belle remembered what Rumple had told her about sensible and desperate rarely going hand in hand.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure that's the exact reason but he seems to appreciate it," admitted Belle blushing slightly.

"Of course, Rum likes anything that stands out from the crowd. Much like he does," observed Piper. "But what do you think of him? I see he hasn't treated you too terribly," she gestured to Belle's simple and practical but still fairly nice lilac dress.

"No, he's a beast at times. But rarely to me," said Belle quietly. Piper nodded.

"Rum is a...complicated individual if ever there was one. Something I'm sure you'll come to appreciate soon."

"I think I'm already starting to." answered Belle and the grey-eyed woman nodded. "Good. He needs someone else who sees him as more than the Dark One. Speaking as one who's known him for quite a while I'll offer you a sliver of advice free of charge." the last words were said with a slightly crooked smile.

"Oh?" asked Belle as they both stood.

"Be patient." The words confused Belle slightly for they seemed to carry an unknown weight to them. At face value of course they could simply mean to be patient with Rumple and his many mood swings but Belle couldn't help but think by the glint in the Piper's grey eyes that there was more to it than that.

"I'll keep that in mind." Belle told her eliciting a small smile.

"Excellent. Well, I should probably go back upstairs to check Hattie hasn't annoyed Rum into turning him into something."

"Is that likely?" asked Belle following the woman back up to the Great Hall.

"Depends on the day but I'd say fairly." They paused at the door and could hear raised voices.

"Keep annoying me Hatter and I'll turn you into part of my tea set!" came Rumple.

"I'm only saying! Oh!"

There was a yelp and they walked in to find Jefferson buried waist deep in the carpet and Rumple triumphantly plucking a tea cup, the chipped tea cup in fact, out of his hand.

"Now, now Rum no need to get violent I'd rather not explain to Gracie that her father didn't come home because he foolishly annoyed a rather irracible sorcerer."

"I'm not irracible!" snapped Rumple at the same time as Jefferson said,

"Foolish?!"

"You have to admit you can be a bit touchy." said Belle coming to stand by Rumple. "Surely Jefferson's offense isn't crockery inducing worthy."

"E tu Belle?" grumbled Rumple.

"Please?" Belle asked placing a hand on his arm. Rumplestiltskin gave an exasperated sigh before waving his hand and Jefferson was once again standing on the carpet.

"Well, that was more effective than what I was going to suggest," said Piper giving Belle and Rumplestiltskin a strange look.

"Yes indeed. It seems I am in your debt Belle and that you've finally met your match Rumple smirked Jefferson.

"Get out of here before I change my mind!" Rumple said sharply and Jefferson held up his hands in surrender.

"Hopefully we'll meet again soon," Piper told Belle.

"Ah before you go Pip," Rumple twirled his hand and a medium sized box was in his hand.

"Another item you suddenly found you don't need and think Grace would appreciate?" the blond said with a slight smile.

"Well there's no use keeping things I won't use around here." said Rumple clearly attempting to appear blase.

"Tell that to half the objects I have to dust thank you very much," snarked Belle.

"Well, I'm sure Grace will be very grateful," said Jefferson with a smile that was slightly softer than the sillier one he had been wearing during most of his time there.

"Away with you both!" said Rumple with a wave of his hand and both figures were surrounded by crimson smoke.

Author's Note: And we meet my OC the Pied Piper also known as Alice in Wonderland. (No she is not the same Alice as Tilly in season seven or Once Upon a time in Wonderland's Alice.) I sort of modelled her on Amanda Seygfried for looks. PLEASE let me know what you think of Piper since she's my first OUAT OC. No spoilers but both she and Jefferson are going to become incredibly integral to Rumple and Belle's story at certain parts of the series epecially Piper (the original Rumbelle shippers:). Piper may also end up with her own Jeffersonx OC spinoff series that could would at some points overlap with my Rumbelle series including expanding their relationship to Rumple and possibly explanations to some things hinted at in this series. No certainties yet and it may very possibly depend on the feedback I get on her in this story as it goes on. Hope you all also liked the literary references in this chapter. Anyway if you like the story please leave a note below in the comments!

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"Rumple!" exclaimed Belle as the smoke cleared to reveal the disappearance of the Piper and the Hatter.

"Calm yourself Belle they'll find themselves outside their cottage not a swamp," said Rumple and Belle relaxed slightly. She'd never expected that he'd harm them but Rumple did have a dark sense of humor and she wouldn't have put it past him to drop the pair somewhere mildly inconvenient.

"I'll trust you to be telling the truth on that," she said wryly. Rumple took on a look of mock offense.

"I'll have you know I NEVER lie. I may twist or omit portions of the truth but you will not hear me outright lie. It's bad for business." Belle laughed

"Good to know. Although you have been omitting the fact that you do actually have friends from me." Rumple scoffed.

"If you are referring to Pip and the Hatter the first is a useful business partner and the second a necessary nuisance."

"They teased you and nobody got turned into a toad. For you that's a blatant expression of friendship," countered Belle with a smirk.

"Since when was not turning someone into an amphibian the bar for friendship?"

"Well, with you the parameters for everything normal need to be adjusted," replied Belle with a shrug. Rumplestiltskin looked like he didn’t quite know what to make of that.

"What I'm more interested in is what you and Pip discussed." Belle was about to answer when an idea came to her and she gave him a mischievous smile.

"Hmm. Not telling."

"What?" asked Rumplestiltskin looking a bit affronted.

"Well certainly not for free. Aren't you the one saying everything comes with a price."

"Now you're just being impertinent," argued Rumple

"Or maybe I've been spending too much time with you. Either way you certainly aren't getting that information for free." Belle had an idea of what she might ask for and she knew the longer she held off the more not knowing would drive Rumple up the wall.

OUAT

"Now you're just being impertinent," Rumple replied as Belle refused to tell him the content of her discussion with Pip. He also attempted to how attractive Belle was when she was being mischievous. Her troublemaking causing her blue eyes to sparkle.

"Or maybe I've been spending too much time with you. Either way you aren't getting that information for free." Rumple for his part was far too proud to give in to her request. Surely, she'd come around or he’d trick it out of her.

"Fine. It doesn't matter all that much anyway," he told her ignoring the smug look on her face.

"Of course, it doesn't," she answered in an infuriatingly indulgent tone.

"Well, now that's cleared up perhaps you can clean up the tea set. The Hatter always makes a mess when he's here." He said changing the subject.

"Certainly," answered Belle clearing away the tea things and taking them down towards the kitchen. As she departed Rumple did his best to push the idea of her conversation with Pip out of his mind.

OUAT

Belle knew she shouldn't enjoy stringing Rumple along quite as much as she did but really how often was it that one had one up on the Dark One. Over the following days he continued to ask her at random times about the conversation as if hoping to surprise her into an answer.

He was clearly growing more frustrated with each failed attempt as evidenced by the way he spun more obsessively than usual. That alone almost made Belle take pity on him. Almost.

Finally on the third day it during tea time he took the bait.

"You do realize that you aren't going to be able to exact your freedom for the price of a simple piece of gossip," he told her. Belle tilted her head as she sat on the side of the table in front of his high-backed chair. Honestly the idea hadn't even occurred to her.

"Oh, that was never my idea. It wouldn't be fair to undo such a large deal as the one we stuck for such a minor cost." Rumplestiltskin blinked at her and Belle held back a sigh he really was used to people trying to worm their way out of deals. It was honestly a sad reflection on humanity that one's word meant so little.

"Then what is it that you desire. Within reason?" asked Rumple steepling his fingers. Belle took a deep breath.

"I'd like to go to the village at the bottom of the mountain," she held up her hand to forestall interruptions. "With your supervision of course, not that I had any plans of running."

OUAT

Rumple felt slightly embarrassed at how short a time it took to give in to his curiosity but damn it all! Pip was extremely unpredictable and there was no telling what she might have said to Belle.

Well, he wasn't giving in yet. That entirely depended on Belle's price. Though he wasn't sure what she would want. Her freedom was the only thing he could think of and he wondered if that was her game. Even if it wasn't he couldn't be shown as giving in too easily so he phrased his words sharply.

"You do realize that you aren't going to be able to exact your freedom for the price of a simple piece of gossip," he told her. Belle tilted her head and appeared genuinely surprised at the suggestion.

"Oh, that was never my idea. It wouldn't be fair to undo such a large deal as the one we stuck for such a minor cost." Rumple was a little dumbstruck by her sound but unique reasoning. Not many people considered the great value of what they were asking for in relation to him.

"Then what is it that you desire. Within reason?" he asked observing the way that she seemed to be gathering her courage before her proposal.

"I'd like to go to the village at the bottom of the mountain." he opened his mouth immediately to object but she help up a hand. "With your supervision of course, not that I had any plans of running."

He closed his mouth the idea of letting Belle out of the castle grounds was an exceptionally displeasing one on several levels. For one who knows what harm might befall her outside his wards and for another he selfishly wanted to keep this wonderful woman to himself.

"I believe our deal was you giving up your freedom forever to come with me." he said.

"Technically according to the wording of our deal, it was for me to come and act as caretaker of your castle forever. There was nothing in it about staying locked up in your castle forever explicitly stated in the deal." Pointed out Belle.

And he supposed she was right. They didn't have a physical contract, though their verbal one was just as magically binding. Damn that beautiful brilliant girl. Only Belle would have thought her way around the deal like that.

"Perhaps," mused Rumple. Belle took his hand.

"Look. I knew what I was doing when I made our deal. I don't regret it and I don't intend to break it. But unlike all the other items you've acquired in your deals, I'm not some trinket that can be locked away in a cupboard for eternity. I'm a human being and honestly if all I see for the rest of my life are these stone walls, I may go mad."

Rumple gazed at Belle only now noticing that her cheeks were a little unnaturally pale. She wasn't wrong. Someone and bright and vibrant as Belle needed to be allowed room to breathe and grow or she'd wilt like a rose in winter. Even if it was just the village. And who could blame her for wanting to speak with normal people again anyway.

He knew he could never expect Belle to be truly happy here with him but perhaps if he indulged her wish a little, she might at least not be unhappy.

"Very well, we can go to the village tomorrow. But there will be certain conditions." This did not seem to matter to Belle as soon as he acquiesced her face lit up like a candle.

"Oh, thank you!" she gave his scaled hand a squeeze.

"It's a deal Belle not a gift. NOW what was it that Pip said to you?"

"I'll tell you when we get back from the village. I'm not risking you thinking it's not worth the price." answered Belle and Rumple would have been irritated if he weren't so impressed.

"Fine. We'll leave tomorrow after breakfast."

"Perfect!" said Belle hopping off the table and collecting the finished tea things.

OUAT

Belle was antsy the following morning and was certain that Rumplestiltskin was purposely taking extra time eating his breakfast. When at last, he'd finally finished she swiftly cleared away the dishes and bounded back into the Great Hall pulling on her cloak.

Rumplestiltskin was waiting for her dressed in the same burgundy cloak he'd worn on their pursuit of Robin Hood.

"I'm ready Rumple."

"No need to be quite so excited dearie. This little day trip just means that you're going to have more work to do when you get back." he told her and Belle giggled.

"I'm sure I'll manage. Forever gives me plenty of time to clean." Rumplestiltskin waved his hand and the two of them were immediately teleported to right outside the village. Belle smiled. The town at the base of the mountain appeared to be fairly well off.

As they entered, she observed that the houses all appeared sturdily built. The clothes that the people wore weren't what you would call fine but by people here clearly weren't struggling to survive unlike the abject poverty Belle had observed in some towns she'd ridden through.

People gave them a healthy distance when they saw Rumplestiltskin but to her slight surprise they didn't seem overly perturbed by his presence. A few even gave him respectful nods of acknowledgement. Honestly if there was any staring going on it was at her.

"Do you come into the town often?" she asked.

"Not really, but they know me given that when took over the Dark Castle the lands below including this town technically belong to me."

After walking for a while, they came to the main square which was set up for with a market. Different vendors stood at their cart's peddling their wares. Belle opened her mouth to ask if they could go an explore when a tall blond man walked up to Rumplestiltskin and bowed respectfully.

"My Lord Rumplestiltskin and..." the man trailed of unsure of how to address Belle.

"My maid Belle." answered Rumplestiltskin. "Belle, Master Williams the blacksmith." Belle curtsied.

"It's nice to meet you."

"The same to you," answered the man before turning back to Rumplestiltskin. "My Lord it's fortuitous that you should come today. I was actually planning to call on you."

"Oh?"

"My daughter she's, she's fallen gravely ill and the doctor says that they won't be able to cure her. I was hoping that you might be able to assist." Belle's eyes widened in concern but she knew better than to interfere when Rumplestiltskin was discussing a possible deal. She also didn't miss the look of worry which briefly flashed across Rumple's face at the man's words.

"I see. Give me a moment," said Rumple and then he turned to Belle pulling out a pouch of money.

"Peruse the market as you wish but stay in the square. I shall return." Belle considered it a sign of their slowing improving friendship that he didn't add a warning about running off.

"Thank you, I will." Rumple gave a curt nod and then allowed himself to be led away by Master Williams. Belle watched the pair leave concern in her heart hoping that Rumple would be able to help. To distract herself she began to walk around the market examining the different items but what caught her eye was a bookshop. She made her way over to the proprietor and couldn't help the smile that spread across her face as she looked at the books.

"Can I help you?" asked the merchant a kindly looking woman with white hair and spectacles.

"Oh I don't have anything specific in mind." answered Belle.

"Feel free to browse. I see you arrived with his Lordship."

"Yes, I'm the caretake for his castle," answered Belle pleasantly then she paused.

"I must say despite his reputation everywhere else nobody here seems in fear of him." The old woman smiled.

"Why fear what isn't a threat to you? My family's lived in this town for decades and for as long as he's been in charge our little town has prospered. We've never had anything to complain about. Our taxes are the lowest in the land, he pays well for anything he has taken up to the castle especially straw and that’s not to mention how this town practically seems charmed.

"What do you mean?" asked Belle.

"Droughts, famines, and plagues, that hit other towns nearby all seem to just fly past us. And I'm not fool enough just to put that down to luck. He doesn't come down in person often except to settle major disputes, and in those he's always fair, or if someone calls for him. But he's never given anyone in the village cause to be anything but grateful. So why fear him?"

"That's very sensible. I didn't realize how kind he was to the village."

"Aye we have much to be thankful for. I will say this is the first time he's ever come down accompanied by someone."

"I'm still slightly new to my job. He probably didn't want me getting lost in case he ever needs me to fetch something from here."

Belle picked up a large red leather volume with gold writing for she recognized the book. It was the same one that her mother had first read to her as a child. Her Handsome Hero.

Belle ended up choosing a few more books and chatting with the seller for a while longer before walking over to the fountain in the middle of the square and taking a seat. She'd just opened up Her Handsome hero when a few children came up to her.

"What are you reading?"

"Oh, it's one of my favorite childhood stories," answered Belle showing them the book. "Would you like to hear it?"

The children seemed interested and clustered around her as Belle began to read. It was nice to see such carefree children again. Those back in Avalonea of late had been forced to grow up far too quickly thanks to the ogre's attack. Although she supposed thanks to Rumple that will have changed. The thought cheered her.

OUAT

Rumplestiltskin had been more than willing to help Master Williams and his daughter. No parent should be forced to bury their child. Especially at such a young age. Rumple had only just departed after accepting the copious thanks of Master Williams.

Over the centuries he'd found that peasants tended to be slightly more grateful for his assistance than nobility who usually struck a deal without any form of thanks. Not that he required any. A deal was a deal but still it was ironic that those of lower birth should often show better manners than those who supposedly had them drilled into them practically from birth.

He headed back to the market his eyes scanning the crowd for his chestnut haired beauty of a maid. Her excitement about coming today had really been quite adorable. Finally, he spotted her seated on a fountain and surrounded by children as she read to them from a large red book.

Rumple watched for a while as she interacted with the children doing different voices for the characters and making sure all that had gathered felt included. He wondered what it would be like if she met Bae. Then he shook his head. Why the hell was he thinking about her meeting Bae?

"Belle," he called and she looked up. Immediately all the children stood and most avoided his gaze. While the town wasn't scared of him per se he could hardly blame the children for being wary. Belle smiled at him as she closed the book.

"You're back."

"Indeed, and it would be best that we be returning to the Dark Castle dearie."

"Alright, I'll just say my goodbyes." He watched her turn back to the children smiling and even accepting hugs from a few.

"Will you come back to finish the story?" he heard one child ask. Belle glanced at him and then turned back to the child.

"We'll see." She ruffled the child's hair and then picked up the few packages she had next to her on the fountain, almost all of which looked like books, and walked towards Rumplestiltskin.

"Ready," she said.

"Really Belle? An entire library and you STILL need to get more books?" he said though his tone was slightly teasing.

"One can never have too many books Rumplestiltskin." She told him firmly. Personally, Rumple agreed. Knowledge was power and books were an excellent way of improving the mind. However simply to be contrary he answered.

"If you say so dearie," and then teleported them back to the castle in a swirl of crimson smoke.

Once they returned Belle left to put away her books and prepared dinner. She served it to him and then paused.

"Where you able to help the little girl in the village?"

"Yes," he answered shortly.

"What was the price? Life saving magic can't be cheap," Belle said continuing to probe. Rumple considered not answering but it was a harmless enough question.

"A bowl of stew."

"Thats not a very steep price," commented Belle looking strangely pleased.

"On the contrary Mistress Williams is a far superior cook to yourself." Belle only giggled at his insult to her cooking.

"I'm sure she is. You know the people in the village respect you. I spoke with some of them and apparently your a very benevolent liege lord." Rumplestiltskin pursed his lips.

"I am not benevolent I'm the Dark One."

"And yet that village has prospered under your generous rule."

"Life for peasants is difficult enough without a blasted noble wringing every last penny out of them for personal gain." he said slightly sharply. "What's your point?"

"I just think it's interesting that’s all," said Belle holding her hands up in surrender.

"Well think again. Speaking of which you still owe me an answer to what you and Pip talked about."

"You mean what did she say to me about you?" asked Belle teasingly and Rumplestiltksin shot her a withering look.

"Obviously."

"She said you were a complicated man and to be patient with you."

"Why that impertinent little banshee," grumbled Rumple and Belle laughed.

"She's not wrong."

"And what’s that supposed to mean?" he demanded.

"That there's more to you than just 'The Dark One'. And that you can be a tad temperamental when the mood strikes you." answered Belle a small smirk on her lips. Rumplestiltskin opened his mouth to contradict her but found himself at a loss for a reply. Finally, he said.

"I can see introducing you to Pip is going to cause all kinds of trouble."

"Well, what’s life without a little trouble?" answered Belle before her smile softened slightly.

"Thank you for today. It was wonderful."

"You're welcome." Rumple paused and then before he could think better of it added. "Perhaps the next time I have to go into the village you can accompany me."

"I would love that," said Belle and the smile she gave him drove away any doubts he had about the decision.

Author’s Note: Well, Belle’s getting out a bit more. I thought it would be interesting to explore how Rumple would treat the peasants who are in the same position he once was based on his experiences and how he likely would be a lot more sympathetic to them. Let me know what you think of the story in the comments! (Any feedback on Piper/Alice from last chapter would also be appreciated since she is the one major character being exclusively created for the story). Until next week!

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Belle was curled up on the couch in the library reading Her Handsome Hero. It was evening and she had completed all of her daily chores. Footsteps could be heard on the staircase and Belle glanced over the top of her book to see Rumple enter the tower.

"Good evening," she said with a small smile.

"Good evening," answered Rumple. He glanced at the title of her book.

"A bit cliched even for you dearie?" he said but unlike a similar comment once made by Gaston his tone was playful rather than derogatory.

"I'll have you know it's far more than a cliche, its not just amazing travels and exciting battles, it actually goes beyond the surface and..." Belle broke off her analysis. Rumple raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" asked Belle.

"You begin to get passionate about discussing a book and then will cut yourself off." observed Rumple. Belle bit her lip and looked down at her lap.

"Well, no man likes a woman who goes on about books, it gives the impression she thinks she's smarter than him." Belle dared to glance up at him and found that he was looking at her as if she'd grown a second head.

"What absolute nimrod told you that?" Belle shrugged.

"Nearly everyone. My governess, Gaston, even Papa suggested I ought to be more reserved." Rumplestiltskin rolled his eyes.

"Any man who is intimidated by a woman expressing some form of opinion on any matter of consequence is no true man at all." His lips quirked upward.

"Believe me Belle I've met many a man in my 300 years who are far more dull than you could ever be. Quite frankly I'll take an interesting conversation over mindless chatter any day regardless of gender."

Belle felt her heart swell at his kind words. In truth it was rare a man ever treated her with any sort of equality in her old life. Even as a Princess she was usually the pretty object to be protected and bartered for alliances. She loved her father but even he became slightly patronizing after the death of her mother.

"Thank you," said Belle softly. Shifting her feet from the couch she gestured to it. "Would you care to join me?" Rumplestiltskin appeared to internally debate the matter before taking a seat on the very opposite end of the couch.

"Now what were so you vehemently going on about?" he asked. Belle was almost taken aback by how he was so genuinely interested in what she had to say.

"Oh, well, as I was saying the book is more than just a simple adventure story where the prince gets the girl. Its about compassion and forgiveness but perhaps most importantly being able to see past appearances and reputation. People aren't always what they seem."

Rumple had a strange expression on his face as she spoke she'd almost call it admiring were the idea not so ridiculous.

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Rumple felt a rush of anger as Belle spoke of those who had belittled her. How dare they try and stifle her brilliant mind! Did they not realize what a true treasure they had had? Belle was so much more than a pretty face, though pretty she was, an irritating voice in his mind reminded him.

Rumple had no idea where these protective feelings came from. They were similar to the ones he had felt when the Queens of Darkness had taken Belle. However, he'd long since given up trying to figure out their exact source. Pip and the Hatter of course would claim it was because he was falling in love with Belle. The idea was foolish of course, nonetheless he felt the need to boost her spirits.

Any man who is intimidated by a woman expressing some form of opinion on any matter of consequence is no true man at all." She still appeared slightly unsure so he plowed on.

"Believe me Belle I've met many a man in my 300 years who are far more dull than you could ever be. Quite frankly I'll take an interesting conversation over mindless chatter any day regardless of gender."

This finally elicited a small smile from her.

"Thank you," she said then to his surprise she shifted from her position which had taken up a large portion of the couch to sit up straighter and gestured for him to take a seat.

"Would you care to join me?"

Rumplestiltskin debated the matter in his mind. Part of him greatly desired to do so but another was worried. He was finding himself getting closer and closer to Belle and that was both wonderful and utterly terrifying. Finally selfish desire won out and he perched cautiously on the far end of the couch.

"Now what were so you vehemently going on about?" he asked.

"Oh, well, as I was saying the book is more than just a simple adventure story where the prince gets the girl. It's about compassion and forgiveness but perhaps most importantly being able to see past appearances and reputation. People aren't always what they seem."

Belle's face was alight with excitement and passion as she explained her reasons for loving the book the passion in her voice nearly infectious. Rumple watched her fondly taking in every word.

"Certainly, a deeper lesson than most children's tales. Usually, they run the bar between the hero rescues the damsel or behave yourself lest the Dark One steal you away." Rumplestiltskin chuckled at this last one.

"Ah yes, I had plenty of nannies regale me with such stories and warnings. Though they seem far less threatening now." replied Belle

"I beg your pardon?" said Rumple in mock offense though a part of him did feel some slight shock. Belle smiled softly.

"Those stories are based solely on your reputation told to people who have no real knowledge of you as a person. Naturally they held some sway back then. But knowing you now, after having spent so much time in your company I'm afraid I can't exactly bring myself to be frightened."

"I've done plenty that should frighten you Belle. If you even knew the half of it you'd never wish so much as be in the same room as me again." scoffed Rumple a part of him praying Belle never did find out the depths of the darkness inside of him.

"Perhaps," conceded Belle. "I don't claim to know all of you. But I do think I have known you long enough to judge your character. In fact, I'd say you're a prime example of what my book taught about not judging people based on reputation and appearances."

"Oh really?" Rumple gave her a disbelieving look.

"Even if half the stories about your supposed dark deeds are true, they don't account for the fact that there is more to you than just being the Dark One. You can be cruel, but you can also be funny, kind, generous, and protective. Things I wouldn't know if I hadn't had the chance to truly become acquainted with you. And quite frankly. I'm grateful for that chance."

"Grateful you were forced to come and serve a monster?" countered Rumple.

"You aren't a monster," Belle chided taking his hand. "But if I hadn't made that deal with you I would have missed out on a dear friend." Rumple felt his blacked heart swell with affection for this amazing young woman.

"As would I," he answered simply then shook his head.

"You truly do try and see the best in others."

"You say that as if it's a bad thing. Is it not better to think the best in someone than to forever believe the worst?" countered Belle. Without realizing it Rumplestiltskin ran his thumb along the back of her hand.

"Perhaps not. But the trouble comes when there truly isn't an good in someone. It makes it far too easy to get hurt. If you believe the worst you can never be disappointed." Belle regarded him pensively then leaned in.

"Then it's a good thing I have you to look out for me isn't it?" Rumple could only gaze at her in wonder.

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"Perhaps not. But the trouble comes when there truly isn't any good in someone. It makes it far too easy to get hurt. If you believe the worst you can never be disappointed."

Belle was touched by the concern she could hear in his tone during the first part of his speech but also couldn't help but feel slightly saddened by his words. What kind of hurts must he have suffered so much to become so jaded? She might never change his outlook but perhaps she could make him feel better.

"Then it's a good thing I have you to look out for me isn't it?" Rumple looked at her with what she could almost describe as a mix of shock and awe though Belle wasn't quite certain what was so special about her or her words. Unsure of how to proceed Belle simply continued to hold his hand. Content to sit there with him as the night went on.

Author's note: So a little dip into Belle and Rumple's opposing world views which will likely end up as a running theme. Hope you all like the story so far if you do please leave your thoughts in the comments so I know what sort of things I should continue with! Until next time!

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Belle and Rumplestiltskin sat in the Great Hall debating the philosophies of Belle's latest read. Technically Belle should have been cleaning but as had been happening more and more often the two would turn a simple exchange into a deep conversation that swiftly distracted her from her work. Her feather duster now lay unused on the table.

"But surely to take action against someone before they have even done something based on the potential of what they could do is unfair," said Belle.

"Unfair perhaps but if the danger is judged too great does it not make sense to eliminate a threat before it can cause harm?" countered Rumple.

"But who exactly is responsible for deciding where that line is drawn? What gives a person the right to be judge, jury, and executioner based purely on the potential for harm?"

"Well naturally those who are in power with the capability to do something about the threat." said Rumple.

"And who's to say that they may not a have bias which to influence their decision? We both know the right people are not always in power." rebutted Belle. Rumple set down his tea cup.

"Everyone has a bias Belle. Whether they wish to acknowledge it or not. Though you make a fair point about the right people in power."

"I still don't think it's right. Just because someone COULD do something doesn't mean that they actually would. You're the most powerful sorcerer in the realms you could decimate entire villages on a whim with a wave of your hand. Yet you wouldn't."

Rumple opened his mouth to reply only for a loud knock to echo from the front door.

"Are we expecting callers?" asked Belle and Rumple noted the wording of we. More often lately Belle seemed to be referring to this place as if she saw herself as an inhabitant rather than a prisoner. He'd even heard here use the term home on more than one occasion. Strangely he did hope that perhaps part of her might truly feel that way about staying here.

"No, but you never know what desperate soul may wish for assistance." Belle hopped off the table and moved to leave. It was an agreement for her own safety that when conducting deals she be out of the room or at least out of visibility.

Rumple snapped his fingers immediately changing into his dragon skin coat before clapping his hands and both the front and great hall doors flew open to reveal a short slightly balding man with oily hair and shifty eyes. His clothes were those of perhaps a lower class merchant. He bowed.

"Dark One."

"And what do you want dearie?" he asked. There was something about the man he already didn't like thought he couldn't put his finger on it. That said liking someone had little to do with whether you wanted to make a deal with them. His dealings with the rather odious King George being an example.

"I wish for wealth. My business has not prospered as I wish and I want to increase my fortunes."

Of course. Wealth. It really was the most common request.

"How utterly unoriginal. What do you wish to give in return. I don't do anything without a price you know."

"I have three daughters. All virgins. You are welcome to choose that which you find most comely for your pleasure. I hear you took a similar price for saving Avalonea."

Rumplestiltskin's black heart stilled and he now could exactly put his finger on a reason for disliking the man. Rumple was irritated by the implication the man was making but what infuriated him even more was the callous way the man spoke of trading his children for the sake of his own gain. Compound that with the anger fueled at the implication of what Belle's place was in the castle and he was nearly ready to explode in rage.

"Get. Out." he hissed.

"What?" asked the man

"I said GET OUT!" roared Rumplestiltskin. "Get out before I do your daughters a favor and rid them of their loathsome father!"

The man's eyes went wide and he scrambled back turning on his tale and hurrying out the doors slamming behind him.

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Belle pressed herself into the little alcove on the side of the stair leading out of the hall. She found listening in on Rumple's deals interesting at times but as Rumple obviously didn't want her in the room the alcove was a convenient way to hear without being seen.

Todays had to be one of the most repulsive offers she had ever heard. She listened in disgust as the man proposed to trade his own daughters for wealth. It made her insides twist in horror.

Unsurprisingly Rumplestiltskin turned him down. Belle peered out in amusement as the man turned tail and ran out of the castle as the doors slammed Belle stepped back into the room.

"That has to be the most abhorrent man I've ever seen. Trading his daughters like cattle."

"I should have struck him where he stood," hissed Rumple. Belle opened her mouth to answer when a scream and a crack came from outside.

Belle and Rumple hurried to the doors and walked to the end of the courtyard. There on the steps leading down the mountain lay the man his neck broken it seemed he'd slipped on some of the ice that was starting to form.

"Well, it seems the universe took care of that one for me," said Rumple with one of his impish giggles. Belle pursed her lips.

"What about his family how will they be supported with him gone?" she asked less bothered by the man's fate and more the far-reaching consequences. They didn't know the family's position.

"I think they'd be far better off," said Rumple. He waved his hand and a large sack of gold appeared in the dead man's hand. Another wave and the body disappeared.

"There. Back to where he came from."

"So, he got his wealth after all," said Belle turning away and taking Rumple's arm back to the castle.

"Indeed. He simply paid a different price. His life." The doors swung shut behind them and Belle sighed.

"Well, considering he was quite willing to trade the lives of his daughters I can't say that was entirely unfair. She saw Rumple's hand curl tightly around the goblet of wine he'd summoned as he leaned against the table.

"NEVER. In three hundred years has that EVER been a price I've accepted." he said in a deadly low voice. "I may be a monster. But not that sort." Belle tilted her head taking a seat next to him for once she decided to forgo openly contradicting him on the monster score

"Are you saying that for my benefit? Because I never thought you were. Never once." Even when she had briefly wondered if she was wrong and he was as dark as he claimed after torturing the thief Belle had never believed he would try and take her virtue.

"Even in the beginning dearie?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Your reputation is one of keeping your word and our deal was very specific. I was to be your caretaker of your estate. It was Gaston and Papa who were making lewd assumptions about the nature of your deal with me. Ergo you wouldn't harm me in that way." Belle nodded her head back at the door.

"That man was a monster. He was willing to trade the lives of women without their consent for his own benefit. You made a deal with ME and I agreed to come live with you here as your caretaker. Those women were being given no say in their fate. If you were any sort of monster, you would have accepted his offer, you would have happily traded me to the Sheriff of Nottingham for the information about Robinhood rather than defending my honor, and you would have taken advantage of me long ago rather than treating me with respect."

Rumplestiltskin took her hand and kissed it.

"You of all people are worthy of that respect," he said. Belle smiled slightly. His amber eyes then searched hers.

"Does it bother you? What he said?" he asked.

"You mean when he assumed my position her was...more intimate?" asked Belle.

"Yes." Belle shrugged.

"People talk it's what they always do. An unwed man and woman living alone together I suppose is bound to cause some stir. But talk is all it is. The reality is what matters and you and I know the truth of that."

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Rumple gazed at Belle as she listed off why she didn't think he was a monster. Personally, he didn't feel having the basic decency not to force a woman to have sex with him exactly cancelled out his other actions but he supposed if believing it kept her looking at him with something akin to tenderness who was he to complain?

"Then you know I would never harm you in any way," said Rumple gently. He never wanted her to feel unsafe around him.

"I do." Then Belle smirked slightly, "Careful there or your threats to turn me into a toad will hold even less sway than they do already!"

Rumple chuckled.

"Well then you'd best be off dusting shouldn't you? This castle won't clean itself!"

"No it won't." said Belle with an exaggerated sigh. "I suppose we'll have to finish out debate later."

"Yes, perhaps over dinner?" suggested Rumple before he could stop himself. Up until now they'd still eaten apart. Yet now he found himself craving her company even more the way a starving man craved food. Belle smiled.

"That would be lovely."

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Rumple chuckled. Belle truly loved the sound it was rich and real so unlike the exaggerated giggle he used with everyone else.

"Well then you'd best be off dusting shouldn't you? This castle won't clean itself!"

"No it won't." said Belle with an exaggerated sigh. "I suppose we'll have to finish our debate later."

"Yes, perhaps over dinner?" suggested Rumple. Belle beamed

"That would be lovely." Rumple appeared slightly taken aback by her willingness but nodded awkwardly.

"Then I shall see you this evening."

"Indeed," answered Belle before turning and leaving the room finding herself quite looking forward to dinnertime. And if she wasn't much mistake her Master turned friend was too.

Author's Note: Hello! Posting this chapter early because I'll be away this weekend! I thought I'd do a bit more exploration of Rumple's varying degrees of morality. I also wanted to show some more of them bonding on an intellectual level as well as an emotional one hence the philosophy in the beginning. PLEASE do let me know what you think of the story in the comments below! It means a lot and helps motivation. If you have any suggestions about things you want to see I'm open to ideas. Until next time!

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Winter had come in full force to the Dark Castle and Belle awoke one day to find the Dark Castle buried in more layers of snow than she had ever seen in her life.

Rumplestiltskin had chuckled in amusement when she expressed her wonder over breakfast.

"It's only snow Belle."

"To you perhaps but we never got anything close to this much back home Avalonea is a far more temperate climate. At best we would get an inch or two."

"Your ability to find wonder in the simplest of things never ceases entertain," snorted Rumple though there was a fond edge to his tone.

"Have you really lived so long that nothing surprises you anymore? That you can't even comprehend that amazement?" asked Belle. Rumplestiltskin gazed at her for a moment.

"It's rare but there are a few things every now and then that manage to surprise or impress me." He admitted.

"Like what?" asked Belle leaning closer. Rumplestiltskin smirked and bopped her nose.

"Now that would be telling." Belle giggled. Rumplestiltskin then gave an exaggerated look of exasperation.

"However, if you are so enthralled with the inclement conditions outside you can have the day off to go enjoy it." Belle jumped up.

"Oh thank you!"

"You won't be saying that when you come in cold, wet, and stiff," Rumple snorted and Belle smiled.

"We'll see. What do you plan to do today?"

"I have work to do in my tower. It's the winter solstice and that has some specific ramifications on a spell I'm creating right now." answered Rumple. Belle was pleased he was becoming a little more open with her about sharing his activities as she truly found some of his magic rather fascinating. She also got the sense he enjoyed showing off.

"Well do try not to blow up the tower while you're at it."

"It was one time!" huffed Rumple in reference to a semi recent accident in which a haywire spell had destroyed most of the west tower.

"One time too many." answered Belle. "I'll see you at dinner then?"

"Yes." answered Rumple. The two of them had since taken to sharing meals as well as tea. Of course, Belle still took care of the cooking and clean up but it was nice to spend her mornings and evenings conversing with Rumplestiltskin who truly was the most interesting man she'd ever met. With his wide depth of knowledge, she'd never known a more intriguing conversationalist.

Belle collected the breakfast dishes and after cleaning up went to dress warmly so she could head outside.

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Rumple headed up to his tower. In truth he did have a spell he needed to work on as he stepped away from one of his spell books Rumple glanced outside and saw a green cloaked figure out in the snow.

He walked to the window and looked down at Belle who was spinning around laughing. White snowflakes speckled her chestnut locks and her cheeks were already pink with cold. The cheerful sight of her in the snow brought a small smile to Rumple's face.

It still amazed him how she managed to find so much joy despite being it what many might argue was a less than pleasant situation. She'd left her home and family to come stay with a monster who had certainly treated her exceptionally poorly in the beginning and while Rumple had actually tried to treat her far better lately being a maid was a severe step down from a princess.

Despite all that she remained optimistic, though not entirely naively so, and had even made the effort to befriend him and treat him with kindness despite his beastly behavior to her.

Rumple saw Belle glance up at the tower and swiftly turned away from the window hoping she hadn't caught him staring. It was a good thing Pip and the Hatter weren't here or they'd never let him live it down.

Still over the course of the day he would take brief peaks out the window to catch glimpses of her jumping away each time he thought she might look up. What on Earth was getting into him?

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Belle quite enjoyed her time outside. The snow was a fine fluffy powder that came up to nearly her knees. She reached down picked up a handful of snow and tossed it in the air above her with a laugh smiling as it came down.

Then she went on to do things like make snow angels, a snowman and seeing how high she could hit on a tree with a snow ball.

Every now and then she glanced up at Rumplestiltskins tower and caught a glimpse of the mage looking down at her. Every time he would quickly leave the window as soon as she saw she was watching and the sight made Belle smile. A part of her wished Rumple would come down but she knew better than to both him when he was in the middle of spell work.

At last, the sun began to set and with both soaking wet hair and clothes Belle trekked inside where she rushed upstairs to take a quick hot bath.

One thing she did have to say was rather nice about the castle was some of the magic that charmed the appliances. For instance, she merely had to wave her hand inside the tub and it would fill with warm water. It was certainly easier than having to drag water all the way up to her room.

Once she was finished she hopped out and tying back her wet hair hurried to make dinner.

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Dinner went well as usual with only a few snide comments from Rumple about her looking like a drowned rat when she came in to which she replied it was better than appear like a pompous peacock the way he did on so many of his deals.

After dinner, as had become their custom they retired to the library. They sat close to the fire and Belle read aloud while Rumple, who had summoned his spinning wheel upstairs, spun.

At last Belle set her book down and took her hair out of its tie int he hopes that having it down would help it dry quicker.

"I did tell you you'd end up wet," said Rumple.

"But I don't regret it," answered Belle. Rumple sighed and waved his hand a warm breeze swept over Belle causing her hair to flutter as if in the wind and moments later her hair was dry.

"Thank you," she said.

"No matter," answered Rumple with a shrug. Belle paused.

"You said this morning that there are some things that have still managed to surprise you after all this time. What would be an example?" Rumple stopped his spinning and turned to look at her.

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"You said this morning that there are some things that have still managed to surprise you after all this time. What would be an example?" Rumple brought the wheel to a halt and turned on his seat to look at Belle who was leaning forward in interest.

Inside him a war was going on whether to tell her the truth or brush her request off with a quip. At last, the intrigued look of her bright blue eyes won out and he allowed a crooked smile.

"Well, there was a certain Princess in a golden dress a while back who sacrificed all she knew for a life a servitude to save an entire kingdom of people many of whom are complete strangers of an entirely different station." Belle blinked in surprise.

"Me? But it was the obvious thing to do to save everyone. One life for many. Not to mention station should have nothing to do with it."

"And that right there is one thing that sets you apart. For you while the decision was I have no doubt a significant one it was also the clear choice morally. Few in this world are so selfless. A best there are a handful who might sacrifice themselves solely for those they care for. But for strangers as well as your family now that is rare. Especially among nobility."

"You don't think much of the aristocracy, do you?" asked Belle raising an eyebrow though she did not appear particularly offended. Rumple shrugged.

"I've rarely been given reason to do so. Most I've encountered tend to be greedy, selfish, narcissistic fools who don't realize how good they truly have it and take advantage of those they see as beneath them." Belle sighed.

"I wish I could say you were entirely wrong but I won't deny I can think of a few I grew up with who fit that description."

"I didn't think you'd accept the deal so readily and I certainly didn't expect you to fair as well here in your duties as you have." It was strange to be so honest and yet with Belle it also felt natural. He saw a light blush color his maid's cheeks.

"I can't say it was easy but I knew when I made the deal I couldn't just let myself wallow."

"Few creatures of light have the strength to survive in darkness such as this. I must admit it does make me wonder how you came to escape the usual disagreeable disposition of your kind." Belle rolled her eyes at his usage of "your kind".

"It's not all darkness. As for my disposition, I'd have to put that down to my mother. She's the one who gave me my love of books and she always said there was no real difference between the people and the nobility. We got lucky and by virtue of birth received a more comfortable life but it could have just as easily been otherwise. We're all human and all deserving of the same kindness and respect." Belle gave a rueful smile.

"Besides, last I checked it's when the nobility starts getting cocky that things start going downhill for them."

"Very true." Rumple chuckled although he hadn't missed the nostalgic and slightly sad look on Belle's face as she spoke of her mother.

"I didn't see your mother in the War Room." Belle shook her head her gaze downcast.

"My mother died shielding me from an ogre attack early on in the fighting. I actually can't remember most of it."

"How long ago?"

"1 year 4 months 2 weeks and 3 days," answered Belle. Rumple did some quick calculations and it then hit him that the anniversary of Belle's mother's death would have fallen on the day of the thief's break in. THAT had been her reason for crying! Well now he felt like even more of an arse. Hesitantly, he reached out to take one of her hands and to his relief she didn't pull away.

"My condolences. Losing someone is never easy," he said quietly. Though Bae wasn't dead and he knew from the seer that he would find him again someday he was still currently beyond Rumples reach.

"I know she's still with me in spirit. It's difficult at times I think I'll always miss her but I know she wouldn't want me to stay mired in grief forever."

"I'm quite certain she'd be proud of you." Belle squeezed their joined hands.

"Thank you, Rumple."

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Belle hadn't really spoken much about her mother since her trip to Arendelle. It was a subject her father staunchly avoided. Yet she felt no difficulty confiding in Rumplestiltskin. Her eyes widened slightly as he reached out to take her hand, tentatively, as if scared she'd pull away in disgust. Though Belle felt no such emotion. It was the first time he had initiated purposeful contact between the two of them.

"My condolences. Losing someone is never easy," as he spoke Belle could hear a twinge of pain in his voice and had a feeling he spoke from experience.

"I know she's still with me in spirit. Its difficult at times I think I'll always miss her but I know she wouldn't want me to stay mired in grief forever."

"I'm quite certain she'd be proud of you." Taking a chance Belle gave his hand a slight squeeze

"Thank you Rumple." They stayed like that in gentle silence as the fire flickered in front of them. In the half light Rumple appeared far more human. It was strange to think how comfortable they had become when little less than a year ago Belle had been scared by this man. He was the Dark One but he was also so much more than that.

Author's Note: Just some fluff for the most part. Obviously, Rumple is not exactly open to sharing his past with her yet but since they have formed something of a friendship, I didn't think him elaborating on his thoughts regarding her decision to accept the deal was too farfetched. It's also Rumple's first baby steps towards building a connection with her as opposed to Belle having been the one to push things forward. If you like the story, please leave a comment below letting me know what you find enjoyable about it! Comments really do help! Thanks again to all who have done so in the past and who are reading the story. Until next time!

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Winter passed more quickly than Belle expected though strangely she was beginning to somewhat lose a sense of time here. Still Spring was nearly upon them which meant things were due for a change both in and outside the castle.

That was how Belle ended up on a slightly wobbly ladder tugging at the long, heavy, crimson curtains in the Great Hall, which in all her time she'd never seen opened, while Rumple spun at his wheel. The curtains didn't seem to want to give so Belle took a moment’s break from her efforts to watch Rumple.

As always when spinning he looked pensive hardly noticing the rather amazing sight of the straw turning to gold that pooled at his feet, though she supposed it wasn't very amazing to him.

Belle did like watching him work. It was cleared he was incredibly skilled at the craft the way his long fingers moved along the wheel without even having to focus too much on it. As if the wheel were a natural extension of himself. Still it brought a question to her mind.

"Why do you spin so much?" Rumple paused and Belle wondered if it were too much of a personal question.

"It's just you've spun more straw into gold than you could ever spend." She hoped by making the request sound a little more logical it might put him at ease. He returned to spinning the wheel.

"I like to watch the wheel; it helps me forget." His voice was low and what she would almost call normal. It was the voice he tended to use when they were alone and discussing anything serious.

"Forget what?" asked Belle unable to contain her curiosity. Rumple continued to spin for a moment and then cocked his head to the side.

"I guess it worked," he giggled and Belle couldn't help but laugh at the joke even if she knew he was deflecting. She turned back to the curtains but heard him stand and walk towards her.

"What are you doing?"

"Opening these, it's almost Spring, we should let some light in," she told him continuing to tug to no avail. She glanced back at him in exasperation. "What did you do? Nail them down?" she joked.

"Yes." he answered completely straight faced. Belle rolled her eyes fondly and shook her head. Silly man. She gave one last powerful tug leaning out on one leg on the ladder and the curtains fell however, Belle lost her balance and fell with them. She closed her eyes expecting to hit the ground only to feel a pair of sturdy arms catch her.

Belle opened her eyes and found herself gazing into the face of Rumplestiltskin who looked just as stunned as her. Belle's heart seemed to flutter and her breath caught in her throat and they stayed frozen like that. Briefly the thought passed through Belles head that she wouldn't mind staying that way forever.

Then the world seemed to come back to them.

"Umm. Thank you," she said softly as he set her down.

"No matter," he said putting some space between them.

"I'll uh put the curtains back up," said Belle desperate to break the awkward silence. Rumple shook his head.

"Uh there's no need, I'll get used to it." Then he walked away. She turned to the next row of curtains only for all of the curtains in the room to suddenly fly open and the ladder to vanish. Belle smiled after him her heart still thumping in her chest.

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"Why do you spin so much?" the question was unique but perceptive. Just like his dear Belle.

"It's just you've spun more straw into gold than you could ever spend."

"I like to watch the wheel, it helps me forget," he answered honestly. It was strange how the desire for honesty sometimes came rather naturally with Belle. Although the action itself was a little more difficult.

"Forget what?" she prodded gently. Oh, there was so much. Forget his cowardice in betraying Bae. Forget Cora's false promises. Forget the way he was growing to care for Belle more and more each day and how that utterly terrified him. But he couldn't tell her any of that. So instead, he deflected and tilting his head said.

"I guess it worked." Then giggled at his own joke. To his slight surprise and great delight Belle laughed. It always amazing him that she actually found his jokes amusing. He stood up and turned to see her up on a rickety ladder tugging at the curtains.

"What are you doing?"

"Opening these, it's almost Spring we should let some light in." If only she knew how much light she'd already brought.

"What did you do nail them down?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered seriously. He was a creature of darkness. It seemed fitting his home should reflect that. He watched her give a final tug and the curtains pulled free sending her tumbling with them. On instinct he moved forward and caught her in his arms.

Belle looked up at him and he found himself entranced by her sapphire blue orbs. Had they always been that bright or was it merely the light streaming in from the window?

He half expected her to demand he set her down but she seemed as frozen as he was though strangely not in fear. At least there was none in her eyes as he continued to look into them. Rumple's black heart was now beating so fast in his chest in was a wonder to him it didn't fly out of it's own accord.

"Umm. Thank you," said Belle softly her cheeks tinted slightly pink. Rumple blinked and reality hit him like a carriage. He quickly set her down.

"No matter." He answered attempting to brush the action off and hide his own awkwardness.

"I'll uh put the curtains back up," said Belle and Rumple shook his head disliking the idea of her getting back up on that damn ladder much as he had enjoyed the feeling of her in his arms.

"Uh, there's no need. I'll get used to it," he told her before turning away. He heard her move to take care of the rest of the curtains and waved his hand causing them all to swing open. For good measure he vanished the ladder.

Glancing back as he reached the doorway, he saw Belle was smiling. The sight filled him with a strange warmth. Rumple shook his head and turned to go to his tower. He really needed to sort out his feelings.

OUAT

Belle continued to dwell on the ladder incident for several days. It was strange but she enjoyed reliving in her mind the feeling of Rumple's arms holding her. Belle really wasn't sure what had gotten into her.

She was going about her cleaning for the day when she reached a room she hadn't seen before. Which was strange as she had thought she'd at least seen everything bar the rooms the castle was enchanted to keep her out of. The door was painted a deep forest green and arched. Carved on it were imagines of heroes from various stories some she recognized others she didn't.

Belle tested the gold and handle and it opened. She wasn't quite sure what she was expecting but it certainly wasn't what she found. There was a large comfy four poster bed with Dark green bedding in the center of the room however everything else indicated that this chamber was one meant for a child. There were a variety of toys some wooden some stuffed laying around on the floor including an old leather ball. A bookshelf she examined held many children’s books once again a mix of ancient and new.

She moved to the wardrobe and dresser where she found a strange combination of clothes meant for a young boy of around perhaps 13 or 14. Some were brand new and made of the finest cloth while others were clearly much older but equally well preserved.

Belle was baffled. She'd had a vague suspicion that Rumplestiltskin had had some sort of life before he was the Dark One and this all but confirmed it. The question was who the clothes belonged to. Were they his? Was there a child once?

Unlike all the other rooms she'd found this one was utterly spotless preserved almost as if it were being kept ready for someone. Suddenly Belle had the feeling she was intruding on something rather private. She took one last look and left closing the door softly behind her. She could ask Rumple about the room at a later time.

Author's note: And so we have the ladder scene which is honestly one of the cutest moments in the entire series with how sweet, funny, and awkward it is. We also have Belle's discovery of Bae's things. I liked the idea that Rumple always had a room ready for Bae. Thanks to everyone who has commented and read. If you like the story PLEASE leave your thoughts for me below. As a sneak peak Piper and Jefferson will be back next chapter!

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Belle was cleaning the Great Hall when the two great doors swung open to reveal Piper and Jefferson.

"Belle my dear girl!" exclaimed Jefferson dramatically striding forward and embracing her. Belle laughed and returned the hug.

"Hello Jefferson. It's been a while."

"Far too long," added Piper placing a hand on her shoulder. "How are you?"

"I'm quite well thank you."

"Now where has Lord Grumpypants gotten to?" asked Jefferson with a smirk. Belle covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile.

"Don't let him hear you saying that!"

"Yes, I'd rather not have to convince him to change you back into a human from whatever invertebrate he'd decide to turn you into," snorted Piper dryly.

"Shall I go get tea?" asked Belle.

"No need for that dearie! We'll be leaving at once!" came Rumplestiltskin's voice from behind her. Belle and Jefferson jumped and Belle wacked Rumple with the dust rag.

"Stop doing that just because you CAN poof everywhere doesn't mean you need to. You have two perfectly good legs!"

"Yes but where's the fun in that?" he asked with a smirk.

"Best be careful Rum one of these days you might just give your dear caretaker a heart attack and then where would you be?"

"I did survive on my own for 300 years you know Pip." countered Rumple.

"Yes but once one get used to certain things they become much harder to do without?" the blond replied with a smirk.

"I assure you I haven't the faintest idea what you mean," scoffed Rumple. A little too quickly if Belle were honest. Truthfully the idea that perhaps he had grown to value her to the point where he would miss her pleased Belle.

"Well, I hope you three enjoy where ever it is you plan to go." she said beginning to head towards the doors.

"Where are you going Belle?" asked Rumple. Belle's brow furrowed.

"I presumed to do my chores."

"Those can wait. You'll be coming with us," he snapped his fingers and she found herself in her green cloak.

"I am?" gasped Belle.

"She is?" repeated Piper and Jefferson in surprise.

"Did you all suddenly lose the ability to hear?" asked Rumple irritated.

"No but you're being nice which is scary," answered Jefferson. Belle watched Rumplestiltskin roll his eyes.

"We're headed to Guilder there's a forest with some ingredients I need and an orchard just off the side of it. You and I shall collect the ingredients from the forest while Pip and Belle explore the orchard."

"Wait so I'm a glorified babysitter?" asked Piper. Belle was too excited about the prospect of another world to object.

"The last time Belle left the castle grounds she got kidnapped I'm not taking that chance in a different realm." Snapped Rumple.

"Well as long as you aren't planning on going into the Fire Swamp it sounds delightful." said Jefferson. Rumple scoffed.

"Please, if I wanted to send you to get something from the Fire Swamp I would NOT be joining you."

"Well then, shall we go?" asked Belle unable to hide her excitement. Jefferson shot her a grin.

"In a moment. There's one rule you must remember about the hat. The same number that go in must come out." Belle nodded in understanding. Jefferson stepped forward with his top had and set it on its head then with both hands spun in round. The hat swiftly picked up speed the brim widening into a swirling grey vortex and a wind whipping up.

"In we go!" Shouted Piper taking Jefferson's hand and the husband and wife jumped in disappearing down the vortex. Belle's heart beat fast and then she heard Rumple's voice and turned to see him holding out his hand.

"Together?" She took it readily and the two of them jumped. The portal was like being dragged down a pipe in a windstorm and Belle gasped as her feet hit the ground.

She looked around and saw that they were in a circular room. The floor was made of elegant black marble and all around the walls were doors of various shapes and colors.

"There's a different world behind each of these doors?" asked Belle in awe.

"Yes, the room even adds some every now and then." answered Jefferson slightly proudly.

"He likes his hat," whispered Piper conspiratorially to Belle.

"You mean when a new world is created?" Belle said following what Jefferson had said.

"Every realm had to have a beginning at some point," said Rumple. "We're headed to the Goldman's Realm most notably home to Florin, Guilder, and the Fire Swamp."

"Don't forget ROUS's," added Jefferson.

"Rodents of Unusual Size," elaborated Piper as the headed for a rectangular oak door with gold trim.

The four of them stepped though the doorway and Belle blinked for they were on the outskirts of a forest. Off to the left was an orchard of multicolored trees. The sky above them was blue and clear and Belle could hear birds singing. It was Spring in Guilder.

"Well, you know the plan. You two wander around the orchard and we'll come back for you when we've finished." said Rumple.

"Relax Rumple we'll be fine," said Piper with a wave of her hand.

"I promise I won't even stray from Piper's sight," said Belle to reassure him. She knew he didn't want another incident like the one with the Queens of Darkness.

The two men headed off for the forest and Piper gestured with her hand for Belle to go first into the orchard.

"After you."

OUAT

Rumple had debated back and forth on whether to bring Belle on this trip. He needed an excuse to speak with the Hatter and figured Belle would enjoy Pip's company. He also knew Belle would be over the moon about the chance to visit another realm and the idea of making her happy quite pleased him.

The two men strode through the forest as Rumple looked around.

"Soooo...how are things between you and Belle?" asked Jefferson never one for subtlety

"There is nothing between Belle and I besides perhaps something akin to friendship. So I haven't the faintest idea what you mean."

"So, you're falling in love with her." surmised Jefferson. Rumple gritted his teeth.

"Belle makes for pleasant and engaging company, far more so than you do, I've rarely come across one with a mind as clever as her's."

"And you're complimenting her. Come on! For goodness' sake. You've never in your life issued an Ault eristic compliment that alone makes her special. And you can't possibly deny you're at least attracted to her. I've seen the way you look at her." Rumple sighed. The Hatter might play the fool but he was damn perceptive when he wanted.

"Any man not in the throes of true love would be attracted to her. She's objectively a beautiful young woman. Both inside and out," he added this last part more softly.

"And you aren't in love with her." said Jefferson disbelief evident in his tone.

"Its not as if my feelings matter that much anyway. Even if your ridiculous suggestion were, perhaps correct, Belle would never return the feeling." said Rumple after a pause.

"And why is that?" asked Jefferson his tone slightly softer and more serious.

"Because beautiful women do not fall in love with hideous monsters like myself." answered Rumple turning to face Jefferson.

"Gee who needs enemies to insult you when you do such a thorough job yourself," muttered Jefferson. "Look I think you are both underestimating Belle and exaggerating your own flaws."

"I know what I am Jefferson. My heart is nearly black. My soul forever tainted by deeds I don't all regret. I'm hardly anything to look at. Someone as lovely and pure as Belle can at best pity me but never love. She is too good for one such as I."

"Isn't it up to Belle to decide that?" asked Jefferson. "Look you're no hero or prince charming. But Belle very obviously likes you. I've seen the way her face brightens when she sees you. The joy she clearly takes in interacting with you. It's clear as day to anyone with eyes she cares about you."

"As I said at best in pity or as a friend."

"Women who only consider someone a friend don't look moon eyed every time said person enters the room," scoffed Jefferson. "But if you want my advice on how to handle this, and quite frankly even if you don't, I'll give it."

Secretly Rumple did want his advice but a part of him still shied away from the idea of show such weakness as to openly ask for the advice.

"Oh?" he said trying to appear disinterested.

"Let her in." Rumple blinked at the Hatter's words.

"What?" Jefferson sighed and took a seat on a log forcing Rumple to stop.

"Let her in. Be open with her and let her see who you truly are."

"If I do that she's bound to run screaming down the mountain," muttered Rumple and Jefferson snorted.

"Belle isn't the sort to run screaming from anything and you know it. Look. You and Alice are a lot alike."

"Of course, it's what makes our business arrangement work so well," commented Rumple not seeing what his similarity to Pip had to do with anything.

"Right, well what I mean is you are similar in how you present yourselves. Alice, to put it bluntly, can be absolutely ruthless when it comes to deal making and I pity any fool that tries to cross her. I've seen her make men bleed at the ears and walk away with a smile. That's the image she presents to the world. That said, there's more to her than just that side. She has the capacity for cruelty but she's also capable of great gentleness and compassion. I see it every day with Grace. It was when she let her guard down and let me see that that I truly began to fall in love with her.

You're the Dark One. You scheme and manipulate. Hell! I've helped you out with that on more than one occasion. But I also happen to believe that there's a little more to you than that another secret side if you will. Let Belle see that, let her know Rumplestiltskin the man. Clearly, she's already starting to have some idea. Show her you trust her. Someone can only love you if they know truly know you."

"If in a hypothetical world where your accusations about my feelings were correct, I were to try this you realize it could tremendously backfire." pointed out Rumple his curse heartily agreeing on this point. Jefferson shrugged.

"That's how it always is in love. But think about it. If you go on as you do and don't say anything it's going to be painful. If you do trust her there's a chance of getting burned but there's also one that you might be happy. Personally, I've found it worth the risk."

"Why do you even care Hatter?" asked Rumple as he mulled over the advice in his head. Jefferson gave him a crooked smile.

"You're my FRIEND Rumple even if you deny it. And you are also responsible for my finding true love with Alice. It'd be nice to see you get the same happiness."

"I'll bear what you've said in mind Hatter." said Rumple after a long pause and Jefferson stood grinning.

"That's the best I can ask."

OUAT

Belle was in awe over the orchard it was a rainbow of colors from, ruby red to spring green, to pumpkin orange and each leave was outlined in gold with the light brown bark having an almost glimmering sheen to it.

"So. How are things with you and Rumple?" asked Piper. From behind Belle.

"Oh, quite well, I must say I'm almost sorry Spring has come. All the snow at the castle meant Rumple and I had very few interruptions to our time together."

"So you enjoy spending time with him," probed Alice. Belle twirled a fallen leaf in her hand.

"Yes, I do. I'd never have imagined it when I first arrived but quite frankly, I've never enjoyed someone's company so much. The hours always seem to fly by when we talk. I've never met a man like him."

"Well, there are no men like Rumplestiltskin, he is the Dark One," said Piper exaggerating the title with her tone.

"Oh, I don't mean magically. I mean in other ways. As I said he's incredibly interesting but he also respects me and shows interest in MY thoughts in a way I've never had a man do before. My old fiancé Gaston preferred to think of me as a pretty trophy rather than a person." explained Belle.

"Sounds like a real catch," scoffed Piper and Belle laughed.

"My thoughts exactly." she paused wondering over her next question and then took the plunge.

"You and Jefferson have true love don't you?"

"Yes, we do," answered Piper a soft smile gracing her face.

"How did you know you were in love with him?" Belle watched Piper as she got a pensive look on her face.

"Well, it all happened a bit fast. Almost like it snuck up on me. It seemed one day we'd met and the next my heart was opening up and falling for this mad wonderful man. Love's a funny thing. It fills you up, makes your head spin round and your heart run like mad. You want to be with the person all the time. When you're together things just feel...right. But if I were to say exactly how I knew I was in love with him it was when I finally understood a phrase from my home world, Wonderland, "Home is where the heart is." All my adult life I'd wandered but when I found Jefferson I finally found a home."

Belle listened intently to Piper's words hoping to glean some insight.

"And how did you know Jefferson loved you? I mean anyone can say the word I love you."

"Oh it's about more than just words, I think you know a man loves you when he does something truly extraordinary. Something with some real weight that shows you how much you mean to him."

"What was it for you?" asked Belle. Piper gave her a mysterious smirk.

"Now that would be telling."

"Right, well, thank you, I'll keep that in mind," said Belle.

"Hmm," replied Piper her perceptive grey eyes surveying Belle in a manner that made Belle feel that the woman guessed more than she let on. Eager to swap the subject Belle said.

"So, tell me about Grace is she your daughter?"

"Step daughter actually though I love her as my own," answered Piper with a smile and they spent the rest of the time discussing the exploits of Jefferson and Piper's young child who was quite the little mischief maker apparently.

At last, Rumplestiltksin and Jefferson returned from the forest. Belle noticed Rumple had a pensive look on his face.

"Did you get what you needed?" asked Belle.

"Yes, I did. Hatter if you would?" said Rumplestiltskin. Jefferson removed his top hat and with a flick of his wrist tossed it onto the ground it began spinning and this time Belle jumped into the swirling vortex without hesitation.

They returned to the Dark Castle and Belle profusely thanked Jefferson and Piper.

"It was no trouble. Seriously, that's probably one of the tamest trips his Darkness has sent us on," replied Jefferson with a smile.

"Well, it was wonderful all the same. I do look forward to seeing you both again."

"Yes, we'll attempt to come back soon so you have someone other than this one," Piper jerked her head at Rumple. "To keep you company."

"Careful Pip or the next time I might send you two somewhere far less pleasant," warned Rumplestiltskin though Belle could hear the lack of any real threat in his tone.

"Sure, you will." answered Piper as they headed for the castle doors.

"Well then, fairfarren Rumple, Belle!" said Piper. Belle recognized the farewell as a Wonderlandian phrase she once read in her books.

"Until next time!" called Jefferson and with that the two were gone.

"Well hopefully we won't have to put up with them again for a while," muttered Rumple and Belle laughed.

"Oh, come now we've been over this you like them and we both know it." Rumple snorted.

"Think what you will." He turned to leave but Belle caught his hand.

"Thank you for taking me Rumple. That was amazing." She watched as a Rumple's mask fell slightly and his lips turned upward in something almost akin to a smile.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." Then the mask was back up.

"Now off with you I don't want dinner late just because of the trip!"

"Heaven forbid," scoffed Belle with a smile and turned to go to the kitchens.

Author's Note: So this chapter came out way longer than expected but I hope you like it. I wanted to build on the friendship with Jefferson and Piper and also the Jefferson, Rumple dynamic we get a glimpse of in "The Doctor". I also hope you like the literary reference's again. I felt this was a natural progression for the story as at this point Rumple's aware enough to admit that he's falling in love with Belle but he's obviously firmly in the camp of refusing to think she could return it. Belle's still trying to sort out her feelings but suspects the direction they are heading. If you like the story PLEASE PLEASE leave a comment below! Feedback and even ideas are always welcome. It really does mean the world to me! Until next time!

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Belle moved through the village market chatting amiably with the people in the stalls. After much back and forth with Rumple she'd finally convinced him to let her go down to the village weekly to gather food for their meals. While normally he had the food delivered she'd really wanted a chance to get out and stretch her legs somewhere other than the castle.

The result of the discussion was that Belle would be able to go down to the market twice a month. Rumple would escort her and she was free to wander the village and market while he checked over matters in the village, as long as she agreed to where the slim golden bracelet around her wrist that Rumple had enchanted to track her movements.

He'd claimed it was so she wouldn't wander off but Belle suspected a different motivation. There was too much concern in his eyes as he spoke and they were well past the point of him suspecting her running. No she figured it was to avoid another disaster like the Queens of Darkness incident. The thought that he cared about her well being touched Belle.

Now she browsed happily sometimes buying sometimes simply talking. While they'd been a bit wary at first given who she worked for, the general respect the town held for Rumplestiltskin, combined with Belle's naturally friendly nature had lead to her gaining a decent report with most vendors and she normally ended her trips by reading to a group of children.

That said it didn't mean there weren't still some whispers as she overheard now while examining potatoes.

"THAT's the Dark One's maid? No way she's far to pretty."

"I imagine she earns her wages in other ways." Belle rolled her eyes at the lewd talk from the men who were clearly strangers.

"And I'd imagine you lot best shut yer traps before the Dark One shows up and takes yer tongues for talking that way," snapped Master Altair Williams who was passing. Belle remembered him as the man whose daughter Rumple had healed. The men paled slightly and swiftly moved away.

"Thank you," she said kindly. Altair snorted

"Idiots the lot of them." Belle was about to answer when something distracted her a cart load of wounded men was being rolled through the village.

"Wounded men from the Ogre wars." elaborated Master Williams.

"But Rumple got rid of them nearly a year ago," said Belle.

"True, but it takes more than a year to recover from a war. These lads must have been in some of the ogre camps."

"I see." Belle watched the parade of wounded men when suddenly a sandy-haired head caught her eye. She rushed forward and to her shock found herself staring down at her childhood friend Samuel.

Belle quickly stepped closer. Samuel looked feverish and there was what looked like a long cut on his leg.

"I wouldn't have too much hope for that one ma'am he was wounded by a magical weapon and I doubt he'll last even long enough to get to the campsite for treatment," said one of the men pushing the carts.

"Oh no!" gasped Belle. Brushing back some hair from the bloodied face of her old friend.

"Belle!" said a familiar voice and she turned to see Rumplestiltskin.

"I thought you were visiting the market not moping over sick strangers."

"He's not a stranger! He's my childhood friend!" exclaimed Belle her tone softened. "I was told he died early on in the ogre wars."

"Evidently they simply got the timing wrong." scoffed Rumple and Belle shot him a glare.

"Can't you do something?" she asked.

"Why should I? What do I stand to gain?" he countered and Belle was reminded of the fact that for all her friendship with him he generally operated in a rather pragmatic manner. She sighed.

"Nothing I suppose. But surely you can understand my dilemma? Long ago though it might have been didn't you ever have someone dear to you from childhood? A friend you couldn't bear to lose?"

Belle couldn't imagine that in 300 years there wasn't at least SOMEONE who Rumple had cared about before her, Jefferson, and the Piper.

OUAT

"Can't you do something?" Belle asked as she knelt next to the wounded man.

"Why should I? What do I stand to gain?" asked Rumple. There was a part of him that did want to help for Belle's sake but he had reputation to maintain. Not to mention that seeing the affection with which she treated the man caused some jealousy to rear inside him. The idea of the boy dying seemed far preferable.

"Nothing I suppose. But surely you can understand my dilemma? Long ago though it might have been didn't you ever have someone dear to you from childhood? A friend you couldn't bear to lose?"

Unbidden a memory from long ago came to the forefront of his mind. Rowena. His childhood friend and closest confidante. He'd been loath to part from her in any way save letting her life run it's natural course. Why did Belle always have to bring up those sorts of memories?

He pinched the bridge of his nose. He was going to regret this. He waved his hand and he, Belle, and the boy appeared in one of the unused guest rooms in the Dark castle.

"I won't save him but I also won't snuff out his life. I'll allow you tend to him and we'll leave the rest of it in the hands of fate." The smile that graced Belle's face and the tight hug she bestowed upon him made the choice worth it for Rumple. Tentatively he gently patted her back.

"Thank you! Oh thank you!" she exclaimed.

"Don't think this is an excuse to slack off. You're still expected to attend to your primary chores." he warned her as she pulled away.

"Of course."

"Then I'll leave you to it." Rumple then strode from the room heading for his tower.

OUAT

Belle was both touched and relieved by Rumple's decision. It was a fair enough compromise and she hoped she'd be up to the task to save Samuel. She also was almost 100% certain that the only reason Rumple had agreed had been for HER sake.

"Right then Samuel, let’s see what we can do."

Fairly certain he wasn't going to die on the spot Belle left the room and hurried to the library where she pulled down every book she could find on healing and magical weapons. Once she'd brought those back she went to the kitchen and fetched both warm and cold water as well as rags and brought those too back to the guest room.

She laid a cold compress across his forehead to bring down the fever and then set to cleaning the wound in his leg. It was long and deep but didn't exactly bear any signs of magic that she could see. It had been crudely stitched so Belle got some needle and thread and set to sewing it up.

During the ogre wars she had volunteered in some of the hospitals where they would bring the wounded men and had picked up some basic healing skills. Once she'd sewn it up she swapped out another cold compress and then began to read.

She combed through every book she had a few mentioned wounds where the magic wasn't clearly visible but even those ones usually produced some sort of symptom such as unstoppable bleeding.

Belle took a break to cook dinner but only served Rumple choosing instead to simply snack on a sandwich. She hurried back upstairs and continued her care and research eventually falling asleep in her chair.

She woke the next morning and acted in much the same pattern taking care of primary chores like cooking and setting out the laundry but spending most of it cooped up and taking care of Samuel.

As she did so she reminisced about their childhood together. The way the two of them would constantly being getting into trouble. Usually involving him helping her to sneak out of the castle or avoid Princess lessons. He was happy to play swordfight with her as children or to sneak her books when she was grounded. With him she wasn't Princess Belle of Avalonea. She was just plain Belle and she enjoyed having that. He was like a brother to her.

Then he'd gone off to war and she'd thought she'd lost him. Well she wouldn't this time.

By day three Belle was getting desperate she was no closer to figuring out what was supposedly wrong with Samuel's leg. And then the universe finally seemed willing to grant her a reward for her hard work.

Belle had just begun to nod off when a weak voice caught her attention.

"Belle?" She looked up and saw Samuel's blue eyes staring back at her in slight confusion.

"Oh Samuel! Thank goodness you're awake! I was so worried!"

"Is it truly you?" he asked. She took his hand.

"Yes, it is truly me. And you're safe now. The ogres can't hurt you anymore."

"Where are we?" he asked looking around.

"We're in the Dark Castle?" she told him figuring it was better to be blunt and get the shock over with. Panic crossed Samuel's face.

"But that's the home of the Dark One!! Are we his prisoners?"

"No! No!" said Belle trying to calm him. And it was true. Samuel was more or less a guest who would be on his way once he was well, and she was here of her own volition. While it might have once felt like imprisonment that feeling had long since dissipated like a spring thaw.

"I made a deal with him to save Avalonea from the ogres in exchange for becoming the caretaker of his castle. This is my home now." Samuel still looked quite nervous.

"But he's the Dark One!"

"And a man of his word. All the stories agree on that. Rumplestiltskin gave his word that he wouldn't harm you and he'll keep to it. If he wanted you dead he'd have done it already not let you get better." she added this last part without really thinking and only afterward realized how morbid it sounded. Rumple probably would have found it both true and humorous.

"We should try and escape as soon as we get a chance." said Samuel.

"Samuel there's no need for you to escape. You'll be on your way once you feel better but as for me. I made a deal with him and I intend to keep it. Have you ever known me to break my word?"

Samuel gave a rueful smile.

"No I suppose not."

"Now that foolish idea is laid to rest, can you tell me what you were injured with? The man the brought you said some sort of magical weapon was responsible for your injury but I can't seem to find anything to match it."

"Well, honestly it's all a bit foggy now. I can't remember how I was hurt."

You can't remember how you got that gash on your leg? Belle wasn't an expert but she liked to think that she was fairly good at reading people. Especially ones she knew and there was something off about the way Samuel spoke. He didn't meet her eyes and shifted awkwardly.

She shook her head. Surely she was just being paranoid. Rumple was rubbing off on her.

"Well now that your fever has broken perhaps you can get some proper rest and the fog will clear up." she said hopefully.

"Yes, maybe." he answered blandly. Something felt off but Belle pushed the feeling aside. This was Samuel. Her best friend. He was probably just nervous about the environment he found himself in.

She watched him lay back down to rest and then turned to leave the room. Once she'd closed the door behind her she nearly jumped out of her skin to find Rumplestiltksin standing near the doorframe.

"Is he dead yet?"

"No." said Belle shooting a slightly disapproving look at his callous tone.

"Pity. Although if I'd known it would take this long for him to die I'd have been more hesitant about extending my hospitality."

"He's not going to die. In fact his fever just broke." she replied somewhat smugly. The corner of Rumplestiltskin's mouth twitched upward.

"Thanks to your expert touch no doubt." Belle was going to make a sarcastic reply only to note that the words had been said without a hint of mockery. Did he truly believe in her that much?

"I'm going out on business and I shan't be back until first light."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow morning," she replied. He gave her a little bow and then disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Belle went down to the kitchen to get some more water for Samuel. Hopefully he'd remember more when he woke up and she'd be able to heal him fully. She couldn't for the life of her though figure out why she kept getting such a suspicious feeling around him. Suddenly she heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Did you forget something Rumple?" she asked turning only to see that it was not Rumplestiltskin standing in the entrance to the kitchen.

It was Samuel.

Author's Note: Ok so this chapter is partially based on the OUAT comic Truth and Daggers. That said I've changed some elements (Rumple is supervising her trips to the market so that her going to town on her own in Skin Deep is a bigger deal), and I've probably paraphrased a lot of the dialogue as I'm going off the wikipedia summary of the story and don't actually have the comic dialogue to work off. A note about Rowena. That's my own addition. She'll come up again a bit later with a tad more explanation but she plays a bigger role with more elaboration in the Pied Piper centric story I plan to write after this series entitled Musical Maddness. Altair Williams is also the Enchanted Forest counterpart of Mr. Dove in Storybrooke who some of you may know as the man that Rumple employs to run errands and odd jobs. Altair means falcon. If you like the story please comment below! Until next time.

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Belle nearly dropped the bowl she was holding and gasped.

"Samuel! What...What about your leg?" He took a step closer to her and instinctively Belle took a step back finding herself pressed against the sink.

"I'm sorry for the trickery Belle but I had to get in here somehow." He said.

"But your fever and the wound!" she exclaimed.

"A simple herb mixture meant to last for a few days and a self-inflicted cut." said Samuel with a shrug.

"Why are you here? Why in heaven's name would you risk yourself doing something like that just to get in here?"

"It's quite the adventure. I fought for a while but I soon realized we were fighting a losing battle and that most of those in charge didn't care about that fact. So I and a few other faked our deaths and deserted. Then we came across this group "The freedom fighters". They're a group that want to swap the status quo and give those same people who were willing to throw us lower class people to the wolves a taste of their own medicine. We're going to get rid of the class system so everyone is equal."

Belle was filled with horror a the way her old friend spoke of punishing people. Not to mention that she'd read about the societal model he spoke of and it never worked. Someone always ended up on top anyway.

"And how will you accomplish this?" she asked slightly faintly.

"With this," he held up a grey and brown box with a red gem on top. "One of our leaders collects magical artifacts. I'll use this box to trap the Dark One. Then we'll work out a way to control him and use his power to defeat our enemies."

If Belle had been disgusted by Samuel's plan originally she was terrified by the way he spoke of hurting Rumple. She couldn't bare for that to happen. That said if Samuel tried and failed Rumple would almost certainly kill him. And she could understand why, though she had no wish for it to happen.

Belle knew she needed to think fast and get Samuel out of here.

"Belle, I am sorry for tricking you but you must understand it was necessary. Now you must help me. If you did so you would be a hero, just like you always wanted."

That stung. Using her childhood desire for heroism against her.

"You'll also be free of that monster without fear of retribution." His face softened and for a moment she saw her old playmate again. Which made this all the more difficult. Still there was no question in her mind of what she needed to do.

"Yes, yes Samuel, you are quite right. Follow me and I'll take you to his Sanctum you can hide there and surprise him when he returns." Samuel beamed.

"Oh thank you Belle. I knew you'd see it my way." Belle swiftly led him through a side passage way and down several flights of stairs to a door a the back of the castle.

"Quickly in here."

"You're sure?" Samuel said. Belle gave him a sad smile.

"Yes, I'm sure." Sure about my decision. He now had his back to the door. In one quick motion she pulled open the heavy wooden door and shoved Samuel outside before slamming the door shut and bolting it.

"Belle! Wait! This isn't a Sanctum! Belle what are you doing?!!" Samuel called from outside.

"I'm sorry Samuel but I can't let you do this. I can't let you hurt him. Now you have to go before he gets back. Please!" she said. Her back pressed against the door and her eyes closed.

"Belle let me back in!" yelled Samuel pounding on the door. But Belle shook her head.

"I can't it's for your own good!"

"Well, well, well what do we have here?" said a familiar voice and she opened her eyes to see Rumplestiltskin standing in front of her.

"Rumple!" she gasped. "How, how much did you see?"

"Enough." He answered cryptically. Belle stepped forward.

"Please. Please don't kill him Rumple. I know you have every right to be angry with him but..." she broke off unable to think of a proper argument. Rumple held her gaze his face giving nothing away before finally waving his hand. There was a cry from outside and Belle rushed to the window to see Samuel disappear in a cloud of crimson smoke.

"I won't kill him for your sake." Answered Rumple. "But I will be sending him somewhere rather inconvenient." Belle slumped slightly in relief. If that was the worst Rumple was doing then Samuel was quite lucky. She turned back to see him holding the small box Samuel had brought studying it.

"Thank you," she told him and he glanced up at her inclining his head.

"Your friend actually has done a favor. I've been trying to get my hands on this box for quite some time. I suppose I should be grateful to you for saving me from being relegated to such a grim fate," he added a small smile on his face. "There doesn't appear to be much room to stretch one's legs in there."

"Probably not, answered Belle quietly. She bit her lip and then said in a slightly wavering voice.

"Will you be leaving now or..."

"No. The business can wait." said Rumple with a shake of his head.

"Then I'll go get dinner started," she told him and made to leave only for him to catch her arm.

"I'll make myself something. Take the night off," his voice was low and unusually gentle. Belle looked up into his amber eyes and could have sworn she detected concern.

"Alright."

OUAT

Rumple had actually intended to go out but forgotten something. Upon doubling back he'd heard voices in the kitchen and using an invisiblity spell observed the interaction between Belle and her friend.

Well mostly he observed Belle. He watched as she appeared to try and keep an impassive face yet as the boy spoke of trapping him and using HIS powers to essentially subjegate and defeat their enemies in the Enchanted Forest he detected a hint of disgust and fear in her gaze. Fear for him or just the Enchanted Forest in general.

Then when she'd so cleverly locked the boy out she'd said words that caused a strange stir of hope in his blackened heart.

"I can't let you hurt HIM," she was protecting him. Still the even seemed to have taken a toll on her he could hear a wavering in her voice as she spoke and saw the grief in her blue eyes. So he gave her the night off.

He'd fully intended to simply let her be and sort her emotions out on her own. Rumple really wasn't very good with other people's emotions. It came with living in alone for so long and having most of the world fear you.

That said he couldn't help but be concerned for her so instead of spending the evening spinning he found himself walking up to the library where he found Belle sitting on the couch staring into the fire. He could see tear tracks on her porcelin skin and felt a brief rush of anger towards the boy who he'd dumped in the middle of a particularly sticky and smelly swamp.

Slowly he approached and took a seat beside her.

"Would you care to discuss it?" he asked gently. It seemed like the most logical approach.

"I cried all day when we received news from the front that Samuel had died. He was one of the few people who really understood me and I believed him lost. When I saw him in the market alive, it seemed like a miracle. Even though I believed him still in danger of dying I was so happy just to see him alive in the first place. I couldn't bear the thought of losing him again. And yet in the end I still lost him." Tentatively he took her hand entwining their fingers.

"Don't think I don't comprehend the gravity of your choice. In fact, I'm quite touched." Rumple said quietly. "He was your friend." Belle turned her blue gaze on him.

"And so are you. Childhood friendship or no I could never let Samuel hurt you like that." Her words caused a warmth to swell inside Rumple's heart. No one had ever stood up for him like that before. She sighed.

"He's not the same stableboy I grew up knowing though. That boy would never have tried to use my friendship to achieve his own ends. Perhaps I lost him long before I brought him to the castle."

"No one stays the same forever. Our experiences are bound to change us. It's merely a toss-up of whether it will be for better or worse. Though I dare say your friend was right you would have been hailed as a hero for defeating the beast had you helped him." Belle shook her head.

"If I would then that's not the type of hero I want to be. Anyway, they didn't just want to trap you. They wanted to control you and quite frankly I think the Enchanted Forest is far better off with you in control of your own powers." Rumple raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not known as the Dark One because I run around doing good deeds Belle," he said wryly. Most people would think that controlling him would be a very good idea. This finally caused her to crack a slight smile.

"If you wanted to conquer the realms you could have done it by now. You may do a mixture of good and bad but at least with your free will you can generally be relied upon to assist with the good, even if it is for a price."

"Don't go spreading that around dearie it will ruin my reputation." Belle laughed softly.

"My lips are sealed." Then shocking Rumplestiltskin to his core Belle leaned her head on his shoulder as they fell into silence both watching the fire. After a while she said quietly.

"I'm sorry that I compromised the safety of the castle by bringing him in." Rumple let out a breath.

"If you hadn't you wouldn't be you Belle and that would be far worse." glancing down he saw Belle's lips curve upward. It brought a slight thrill to Rumple that he had caused that reaction.

He still couldn't bring himself to believe that the Hatter was right and that Belle could ever love him but at quiet little moments like this it wasn't quite so difficult to imagine.

Author's Note: So in the comic Samuel is sent by Belle's dad to rescue her. However, I really don't buy the idea that Maurice had Pandora's box and Belle had no clue or that he'd come up with such and intricate plan and then when that failed be fine with Gaston just walking up to the front door. So basically Samuel joined the Enchanted Forest equivalent of communists:) If you like the story please do leave a comment below it means a lot thank you to everyone who has and to all of you who are reading this! Until next time!

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"Powder of Amethyst if you please." Rumplestiltskin said and Belle handed him a vial of pure powder. They were in his tower and Belle was assisting him with one of his potions.

Of course, she'd long since been coming up to the tower to visit him, she truly enjoyed watching him work, and would often ask questions regarding the different ingredients however, recently she'd become something of an assistant when it came to his potion making.

It had all started a few weeks after the Samuel incident.

*Flashback*

Rumplestiltskin had been in his tower the entire day, even forgoing dinner. Belle had begun to worry for him and so made her way up to the tower. She gently pushed open the door to find Rumple looking, almost frazzled.

"I really can't do with any interruptions right now Belle." he said shortly as he zipped around the tower pouring over books and adding ingredients.

"No but it does look like you could use some help," said Belle.

"Nonsense. This potion may need to be done by daylight tomorrow but I'll be able to finish it on my own." scoffed Rumple and Belle raised an eyebrow.

"Perhaps. The question is if your sanity will still be intact."

"Sanity is overrated," scoffed Rumple and Belle gave a very unladylike snort before stepping inside.

"Please, surely there is something I can assist you with?" Rumple gave her a piercing look.

"You aren't going to let me be anyway, are you?"

"Probably not," conceded Belle. Rumple rolled his eyes.

"Fine you can help with preparing the ingredients," Belle beamed and swiftly hurried to his side.

*Flashback*

They'd finished the potion well before the deadline and Rumple had in fact conceded that Belle had a bit of a talent when it came to potions. For her part Belle found the way the different ingredients mixed and reacted to be fascinating and she soon began to help him more often even when she suspected he didn't quite need her help per se.

It was also nice to have another activity that she could share with Rumple a way no matter how small to be a part of his world and the magic he worked. She also couldn't deny she was still getting the same strange fluttery feelings inside her whenever he got particularly close. Which was both exhilarating and infuriating in equal measure. Still, at moments like this she was just happy to be spending time with him.

OUAT

Rumple had begun to quite enjoy having Belle for a lab assistant. She was clever enough that he could trust her to listen to his directions and remember everything he'd told her and her acute curiosity and thirst for knowledge never failed to amuse him.

He also hadn't been lying when he'd told her she had a knack for potion making. She might not have any magical inclination but she was certainly smart enough that given enough time he wouldn't put it past her to start experimenting with her own potions.

He hadn't yet told her though what today's potion was for. He'd recently visited Regina and been reminded of her vault of hearts. Of course, he didn't balk at the idea of taking someone's heart but it had brought a concerning thought to mind.

"So when are you going to tell me what we are making?" asked Belle.

"Well, I suppose now would be as good a time as any." Rumple paused becoming more serious.

"How much do you know about the extraction of hearts?" Belle's brow furrowed.

"Not much. I know it's an exceptionally dark branch of magic."

"Very true. You see the value in taking someone's heart doesn't actually so much lie in your ability to crush it and kill them." Belle winced and Rumple internally kicked himself for giving her the gruesome image.

"It comes from the fact that the person holding it can then use the heart to control its owner. They can make them do and say anything and the person is helpless to defy them."

"That's horrible!" exclaimed Belle. Rumple tilted his head in agreement.

"It's certainly a sadistic approach."

"You don't say." quipped Belle before tilting her head. "Why are we discussing it though I thought that was a spell not a potion."

"It is." Rumple took a breath because he knew what he was going to ask could go over horribly.

"There are certain ways to protect and guard against such things. My concern, is that in the very unlikely event we should we ever encounter a situation such as the one with the Queens of Darkness I'd prefer to keep that from being an exploitable avenue."

"You're worried that if something like that happened again the person might take my heart and force me to turn against you." said Belle comprehension dawning on her face.

"Yes," answered Rumple.

"How would you do that?" asked Belle.

"That's where the potion comes in, I would pour it over your heart and it would prevent anyone from ever being able to control you in the unlikely event they got past the spell I intend to cast to prevent it being ripped out in the first place."

"Pour it over my heart? But that would mean..."

"That I would need your permission to remove your heart from your chest temporarily," finished Rumple wincing. It sounded even worse out loud. Belle looked at him for a moment and then nodded.

"Alright." Rumple blinked.

"What?"

"I said alright. I would hate for anyone to use me against you or anyone I love. And I know I can trust you with my heart." Belle's words dripped with sincerity and in floored Rumple. To trust someone with your literal heart and free will was an entirely different level of confidence. And yet here she was freely giving him her trust. Belle truly was a marvel. A beautiful, brave, marvel.

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Belle was a little shocked at Rumple's request. But there wasn't a shred of doubt in her mind that she could trust him with her heart. She couldn't believe that he would ever harm her.

"Very well. I'll do my best to make this as painless as possible." said Rumple. She stood still as he reached out his hand which sunk into her chest. She gasped as she could physically feel his hand close around her heart causing a strange pressure inside her chest.

Rumple retracted his hand Belle's eyes widened as she saw her own red heart beating in Rumple's hand it was morbidly fascinating. The second thing she observed was the fact that all her emotions seemed to have suddenly been dulled. She knew she ought to feel something at the sight of her heart in Rumple's hand but she couldn't muster up much emotion. It was there but almost as if it were just out of reach.

Rumple took a ladle and poured the purple potion they had made over her heart so that the red was briefly coated in a purple film before fading.

"Now just to make sure it works I'm going to ask you to do something and I want to attempt not to comply." said Rumple gently and Belle nodded feeling a faint nervousness.

"Step towards me." said Rumple. Belle waited expecting to feel some sort of compulsion to obey but there was none. Rumple nodded looking pleased.

"Good." He then reached forward and placing a hand on her shoulder for bracing pushed the heart back into her chest. Belle gasped again. It was as if a shock of lightning had been delivered to her and suddenly all her emotions came flooding back in full force. She felt Rumple's arms steadying her.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Belle placed a hand over her newly replaced heart.

"Yes, I think so."

"Good then there's one last piece," Rumple muttered an incantation of some sort and a faint gold glow emanated from his hand as it passed over the spot where he had removed her heart.

"There. Now nobody can remove your heart without your permission." said Rumple. Belle was still reeling a little from the experience but nodded.

"Thank you."

"No matter. It's as much a benefit to me as to you. Can't have anyone using my caretaker against me, can I?" said Rumple with a smirk however Belle felt there was something deeper there. However much he tried to play it off he was concerned for her and protecting her and that meant something. It meant she was important enough to him that she was worth protecting. The thought made Belle feel rather warm inside.

"No, I suppose not," she answered and gave him a small smile.

OUAT

It was tea time several days after the experiment with Belle's heart and the two of them were having tea in the Great Hall. The currents were open causing light to stream in and giving a spectacular view of the mountains outside.

Rumple was leaning against the back of the table and Belle came around to join him seating herself on the table so that they were shoulder to shoulder. It never ceased to amaze him how she never seemed to shy away from being near him.

"Why did you want me here?" she asked. It was a fair enough question. After all he'd not had an actual price in mind when he came to make the deal in Avalonea. And contrary to popular belief he didn't actually make a habit of stealing away beautiful young maidens.

"Place was filthy," he deflected casually. Glancing up he saw Belle give him a skeptical look with her bright blue eyes on thin brown brow arching slightly. They both knew it was an excuse. Then her face softened.

"I think you were lonely. I mean any man would be lonely." Ah his dear Belle always able to hit to the heart of matters with only a few words. And she wasn't wrong. Oh she'd fascinated him from the beginning and the idea of a noble as a servant had appealed to him. But there also had been something rather nice, about the thought of having someone else with him here in the castle. He'd been on his own so long he was more or less used to it. But it didn't mean it made for a particularly enjoyable existence.

"I'm not a man," he pointed out softly. Belle shook her head for once not contradicting him though he could see the disagreement in her eyes. A comfortable silence fell between them for a moment before she spoke again.

"So, I've had quite some time to look around, you know. And, uh, upstairs, there's, uh, clothing, small, as if for a-a child. Was it yours or... or was there a son?" the question was gently asked and he could tell she was leaving room for him to refuse if he wished.

He was slightly taken aback by the fact that she had even found Bae's room he normally kept it magically locked which meant that the castle (which did have something of a mind of its own) had let her inside. A battle raged within him. It had been quite a while since he'd spoken about Bae. It was one of his deepest secrets. Then the Hatter's voice echoed in his head.

"Let her in." Belle had trusted him with her heart, a monumental gesture. She'd protected him so to speak from her childhood friend, when given the chance at escape she'd chosen him. Perhaps, just maybe it was time he started showing her a little trust in return.

OUAT

Belle had finally decided to bring up the children's clothing that she had found a month or so back. She'd been waiting for the right moment and now seemed as good as any.

"So, I've had quite some time to look around, you know. And, uh, upstairs, there's, uh, clothing, small, as if for a-a child. Was it yours or... or was there a son?" she asked softly. Belle observed him as his eyes widened slightly in surprise and he didn't answer at once. However, Belle didn't press allowing him to gather his thoughts. It was after all a very personal question. At last, he spoke and it was in the low, normal voice she associated with him being genuine.

"There was. There was a son. I lost him. As I did his mother." Belle's heart ached for Rumple as she heard the nostalgia and tenderness in his tone as he spoke of his son. To have been a parent and lose a child must be terrible.

It also didn't escape her notice that his tone was slightly more clipped when it shifted to speak of his wife and that he referred to her only in terms of her relation to his son rather than what she had been to him. Perhaps it was nothing but Belle experienced a small unexplained flash of pleasure at this observation.

"I'm sorry she said placing a hand over his. Not wanting to press him too far on the painful subject of a lost child just yet Belle shifted topics slightly. This really was the furthest she'd ever gotten with him.

"So, you were an ordinary man once," it was half a statement half a question for she'd been fairly sure that he couldn't have always been the Dark One.

"All too ordinary as it turned out." replied Rumple softly then he turned his head and raised an eyebrow.

"Why all the personal questions dearie?" Belle repressed a huff at his usage of "dearie" which he rarely used in reference to her. She could see his mask was beginning to fall back into place.

"If I'm never going to know another person in my whole life. Can't I at least know you?"

"Perhaps..." said Rumple moving to face her his voice going slightly higher and more childish, "Perhaps you just want to learn the monster's weaknesses! Nyah, Nyah! Nuh, nuh nuh!" he waved a finger in front of her face and Belle gave him an exasperated look.

"Ah the argument as old as time," she took his hand, "You're NOT a monster and one of these days when I say that to you you'll actually believe it." Rumple scoffed.

"I wish you luck."

"Well I have forever to try don't I?" she replied slipping off the table. Rumple gazed at her and there was something in his eyes she couldn't quite place.

"Yes, I suppose you do." Belle sensed she probably wasn't going to get much further on his past today and so collected the tea set. But before he left she couldn't help but ask one last question.

"Your son, what was his name?" Rumple turned to look at her and she wondered for a moment if he would answer at all. She was about to let the matter drop when he finally said.

"Baelfire. His name was Baelfire."

Author's Note: So Belle's a potion maker! I didn't want her to have magic per se but I wanted something in that area that can a) make her more of a player in the story later on and b) give her something sort of magical to bond with Rumple over. I also have Rumple telling Belle a bit more about Bae here. I do know that technically this conversation and him letting her go take place consecutively however I still have somethings I want to flesh out between them before we get to that point. However, I felt him mentioning Bae was a good starting point for beginning to trust her and it also fixes the season 3 plot hole where we see Rumple having a remembrance for Bae and Belle mentions him which doesn't make sense in Show canon but will in mine! Hope you all like this thanks to everyone who has read and especially those that commented. If you like the story take a second to leave your thoughts below it really means a lot! Until next time!

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In all her time with Rumple Belle had come to dismiss most of the darkest rumors about him. Yes, he could be cruel to those who crossed him and he drove a hard bargain in his deals. But he wasn't overly sadistic, he didn't harm innocents as a rule, he had a higher opinion of women than many men she'd known, and he wasn't a creature of pure evil and darkness.

So, she'd pretty much dismissed the stories about him taking children. Well, that was until he showed up in the castle one day holding a bassinet with a baby in it.

"What's that?" she asked unable to hold back her shock.

"A child, I did think that was rather obvious," said Rumple setting the bassinet on the table.

"I can see that! But where are its parents?" too late she realized how accusatory her question must have sounded because she saw something like hurt flash across Rumple's face.

"What does it matter? It's my property now and you're to take care of it until it goes elsewhere." He spun on his heel and left the room. Belle was tempted to go after him and demand more answers only to be distracted by the cries of the baby who had now woken up.

Belle stepped over to the bassinet and peered down at child. It looked to be no more than a few months old with a little shock of dark hair and bright blue eyes. Belle had never taken care of a child and cursed Rumple for leaving her to deal with this on her own.

"Shh...it's alright little one," she said quietly humming a little tune she recalled her mother using on her as a child. This calmed the baby a little though he seemed a bit agitated. Thinking perhaps he might be hungry Belle took the bassinet to the kitchen and warmed some milk.

She was trying to figure out what to put it in when she opened a cupboard to find a small half oval shaped bottle with an opening at the top and a small spout nearly akin to a tea pot appeared. Belle recognized it as a baby bottle. Well, that solved that at least.

Gently she picked up the child and cradling it in one arm placed the spout at its mouth. After the milk the baby seemed to be fairly satisfied for it fell back asleep at least long enough for Belle to clean up.

The rest of the day passed much the same and Belle ignored most of her other chores in favor of looking after the child. It was to be fair some trial and error as she truly was on her own. She might have been a woman and would have been expected to have children. But royalty rarely took care of their own babies leaving it to wet nurses. So, Belle had never been instructed in the matter.

She did wonder why Rumple wanted the child and how he had acquired it. Belle simply couldn't bring herself to believe he meant it harm. But she knew that speculation was pointless. She'd simply have to find a way to get the answers she wanted from Rumple himself.

Evening came and Rumple didn't appear for dinner so Belle simply made herself a sandwich and mushed up some carrots for the child. Of course, it was right before bed that the baby decided to throw a real fit.

Belle was really at a loss she'd changed him, fed him, sung to him, and was now gently bouncing him in an attempt to calm him but to no avail.

And then finally Rumple appeared. Right when things were going wrong. Typical.

"You should rock him. Bouncing will only agitate him."

"Well, oh wise one care to demonstrate?" suggested Belle with a hint of sarcasm. She was annoyed with him for not explaining himself, for leaving her to figure this out on her own, and for only turning up when things took a turn for the worse. Not to mention her own embarrassment. Belle was at least able to admit that one of her flaws was pride, she hated being bad at things and worse having people witness it.

"As you wish," snarked back Rumple. However, he was gentle as a lamb as he took the babe from her cradling it in his arms with its head propped slightly on his shoulder as he rocked it. Almost immediately the baby calmed.

Belle watched in slight awe as Rumple interacted with the child, observing the way his face seemed to soften a little becoming a little more human as he gazed down at it.

"Well, I really was doing it wrong," murmured Belle

"It takes practice. You did very well for someone who clearly had no experience." said Rumple Belle's eyes widened and she saw him freeze. Clearly, he hadn't meant to say that out loud.

Suddenly the way anything she'd needed to take care of the child had magically appeared made sense to Belle. She'd assumed it was just the castle which she knew had a magic and slight mind of its own.

"You were watching." It wasn't a question. Rumple gave a slight shrug.

"Couldn't risk you failing miserably and something happening to him now, could I?" But there was no bite to his tone. Belle wasn't sure why he'd wanted to test her and left her to figure it out. But he had truly cared about the child's wellbeing, enough to watch over it. That much she was sure of.

"You think I stole him, don't you?" said Rumple.

"No." said Belle firmly and Rumple shot her a skeptical look so Belle elaborated.

"I admit for a moment my mind foolishly jumped in that direction but it was based on a few ridiculous notions that seem to have stuck around from the rumors I used to hear about you. But it was really just shock and once I got my head back on straight, I knew how stupid that idea was. I can't bring myself to believe that you would steal a child or wish harm upon one. After all you were a parent once."

She saw Rumple pause again and waited for his reaction. She was beginning to suspect him leaving her on her own had in part been a bit of retaliation for her accusatory manner of questioning. In which case she didn't entirely blame him. She really should have known better than for the thought to have ever even occurred.

OUAT

Rumple hadn't really intended for things to progress this way when he'd brought home the baby. But the accusatory note in Belle's tone, though he wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, had stung. He didn't care what anyone else thought of him normally. But he thought Belle knew him better than that. Or at least believed better of him.

So, he'd more or less left her to flounder with the child knowing she probably had no idea what to do former princess that she was. Still, while he knew she'd never intentionally harm the child he wasn't going to risk it's wellbeing so he followed her around invisibly watching as she did her best to work out how to handle a baby.

To her credit as she usually did when faced with a task, she'd no experience with, Belle didn't give in. Honestly her efforts reminded him a bit of himself when he was first figuring out how to handle Bae. Milah had grudgingly nursed him but had been very little help otherwise.

Still as hurt as he was, he couldn't leave her totally in the dark so occasionally would provide her with materials to help in the care of the child. It was only near the end of the day when she truly seemed at her wits end that he stepped in to lend a hand.

The moment the child was in his arms he felt as if he were taken back in time to the days when he was first looking after Bae. The parental instinct if he were fully honest had never fully left him. He'd always had a soft spot for children.

"You think I stole him, don't you?" said Rumple.

"No." answered Belle however Rumple wasn't sure he believe her and raised an eyebrow causing her to sigh.

"I admit for a moment my mind foolishly jumped in that direction but it was based on a few ridiculous notions that seem to have stuck around from the rumors I used to hear about you. But it was really just shock and once I got my head back on straight, I knew how stupid that idea was. I can't bring myself to believe that you would steal a child or wish harm upon one. After all you were a parent once."

"I see." So, she didn't think him capable of harming children. Well, that was something.

"With that said, I do have to ask where did the child come from?" her tone was far gentler this time almost as if she were scared of a offending him.

"Most tales have a grain of truth in them. It's the details that get changed. I do take children from their parents but only those that are freely given to me in a deals. I've never stolen a child from a family that wanted them." it was odd how he always felt the need to make sure Belle didn't think the worst of him.

"What could ever cause a person to give up their child?" asked Belle who looked both shocked and outraged though it at least didn't appear to be directed at him.

"A variety of reasons. Very few of them good. Most that I deal with are requesting material things like wealth or power. And if they are willing to trade their own child for such a thing then they don't recognize its value and aren't deserving of being a parent." The last part came out more harshly than he intended. Honestly it irritated him to see how casually some people were willing to throw away what they should be considering the most precious thing in their life.

"So, in some ways you’re doing the child a favor. I can't imagine someone that would sell their child for riches would treat that child very well growing up," said Belle and Rumple was surprised at how quickly she had seen things from his point of view.

"Yes."

"But you said few of them good, what good reason could one possibly have for giving up your child?" asked Belle and Rumple was reminded that wise beyond her years though Belle often was she was still sheltered in many ways.

"You'll forgive me for saying so, but barring your difficulties with the ogres you've never known true desperations certainly not that of a parent particularly of one in poverty. Sometimes through no fault of their own a parent is simply unable to provide a good life for their child. They lack the means or ability to look after them so instead of waiting till they lose them or allowing them to get caught up in the same poor cycle that they are a part of a parent will give up their child with the request that they be delivered to a better life."

Rumple watched Belle mull his words over somewhat relieved she hadn't taken offense.

"You're right. I haven't experienced that. In that case it is a selfless action. Thank you for explaining." She gave him a small smile. "What type were this one's parents?" Rumple scoffed.

"The wastrel types. They wanted enough gold to be able to gamble for the rest of their life and were perfectly happy to be rid of their child."

"I'm glad he's no longer in that situation but it's almost a shame they still get what they want." said Belle and Rumple giggled.

"Well not exactly." Belle raised an eyebrow looking slightly amused.

"What did you do?"

"They said that they wanted enough to gamble they never said win. As long as they use that gold they will always lose," replied Rumple with a smirk and to his shock and pleasure Belle laughed covering her mouth to muffle the sound.

"You and your loopholes Rumple."

"It's not my fault they weren't specific," said Rumple with a shrug causing Belle to continue laughing. Once their mirth subsided Belle leaned into him gently adjusting the sleeping baby's blanket.

"What will you do with him?"

"Well, he's a bit too small to eat," quipped Rumple and Belle snorted before shooting him a faux scolding look.

"Rumple."

"Just a quip. I'll do what I usually do and find a good home for them. There's always a family out there somewhere that can't conceive and need a child."

"Better he go to somewhere he's wanted." said Belle.

"Indeed." answered Rumple.

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True to his word the next day Rumple found a couple who wanted a child but couldn't conceive one and returned to the Dark Castle to collect the child and bring it to them. He found Belle seated on the settee reading to the babe.

"And then Gideon drew his sword an charged the dragon defeating it in one fell stroke." Belle paused in her reading smiling at the child.

"Who knows maybe one day that will be you. At least thanks to Rumplestiltskin you'll have some sort of chance in this world." Rumple felt his dark heart warm. She credited him with this child having a brighter future.

For one wild moment Rumple wondered what it would have been like if all those centuries ago he had married Belle and not Milah. Would Belle have been as shamed and resentful of the coward she found herself married to? Would he have ended up as desperate and needed to take on the Curse of the Dark One? He didn't know. She probably would have been a better mother to Bae though. Rumple had a hard time imagining Belle wasting her nights away gambling and drinking in a tavern. He shook his head.

Such imaginings were pointless.

"Alright." she turned back to the baby and gently kissed its forehead before handing the bassinet to Rumplestiltskin who paused as he took it.

"Would you like to come?" he asked at last a little against his better judgement. Yet he had been trying to let Belle out of the castle a little more.

"Really?" asked Belle.

"Well, you'll be invisible and have to stay entirely silent but yes," he answered. He did need to take some precautions.

"Alright," said Belle. With a snap of his fingers Belle's green cloak appeared on her and with another wave of his hand they disappeared in a plume of crimson smoke.

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Belle had been a bit shocked by Rumple's offer to let her join him but agreed all the same. Now she watched invisible from a slight distance away, as Rumple handed the child over to the couple. They appeared to be of the merchant class so fairly well off. Belle smiled as the two adults thanked Rumple profusely and cooed over the baby. Yes, the child would be in good hands.

Rumple walked back to where she stood.

"Satisfied?" he murmured.

"Very much so." answered Belle softly.

"In that case I think we should head home." Belle smiled slightly though she knew Rumple couldn't see it. For she realized the Dark Castle truly was her home and she liked that fact.

"Yes, let's," she agreed taking his arm and with another wave of his hand they were gone.

Author's Note: So like I said before I'm skipping the BS with Gideon and the Black fairy because truly I can't see Rumple who was a parent himself kidnapping a child from parents that wanted the baby. Ella, literally signed hers away and he never intended to take it so that's a different case. But I wanted to go into Rumple's logic behind the dealings for children. If you like the chapter/story please let me know your thoughts in the comments below! It really is important. Until next time!

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The Piper and the Hatter were regular visitors to the Dark Castle and Belle had to admit that while she certainly loved the time, she spent alone with Rumple she also greatly enjoyed the company of the eccentric Jefferson and the slightly more reserved Piper.

Usually, they'd pop by on an errand for Rumple and then stay for tea when they were done. Today however was different.

"Absolutely not!" said Rumple sharply to the pair as Belle entered the Great Hall.

"What's going on?" she asked and was pleased to see Rumple deflate slightly.

"Rum seems rather opposed to the idea of us leaving Gracie here while we run off to fetch his precious potion," said the Piper.

"We'd normally leave her with the neighbors but they've gone on holiday," added Jefferson.

"Do I look like a babysitter?" scoffed Rumple.

"Well, you deal for enough children," shrugged Piper.

"One would think that would be a perfect reason NOT to leave her around me. For all you know she could end up a toad by the time you get back if she irritates me." At this Belle, Piper, and Jefferson all visibly scoffed clearly to Rumple's chagrin.

Belle wasn't sure if the couple knew about Baelfire but it was very clear that they all knew Rumple would never harm a child whatever the rumors might say about him.

"If you're so dead set on avoiding her I'd be willing to look after Grace," suggested Belle who was actually quite excited at the prospect of meeting the young girl.

"Perfect. She shouldn't be too much trouble she's seven so Gracie's old enough to understand not to touch anything dangerous." said Piper.

"Do I even get a say in my own castle?" snapped Rumple.

"No," chorused Jefferson, Belle, and Piper who all bore matching looks of amusement.

"Fine the little cretin can stay but on your own head be it. I take no responsibility for her." said Rumple. Belle could tell he was attempting to sound nasty by insulting Grace but there was no actual bite in his tone.

"I'll go get her from the foyer," then said Jefferson.

"You brought her here before I agreed!" said Rumple indignantly.

"Well, we were fairly confident Belle would make you warm to the idea," said Piper with a knowing smirk the for some reason made Belle blush and Rumple shift awkwardly.

"Very well, I'll leave you to it. You and Jefferson had best succeed in getting that potion Pip." He added sharply before swiftly disappearing.

"Such a cheery fellow," remarked Piper dryly and Belle laughed. The great hall doors opened again and Jefferson reentered joined by a girl with long dark blond hair and bright light brown eyes. She wore a red cloak and clutched a stuffed Tortoise. She smiled at Belle.

"Grace, this is Belle, she's going to be looking after you for the day alright?" said Jefferson. Grace curtsied.

"It's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too Grace." said Belle returning the curtsy and smiling gently at the girl.

"Now you be on your best behavior Gracie," said Piper though her tone was fond rather than stern.

"Of course, Mama," answered Grace before giving both her parents a farewell hug. Belle then stepped forward guiding Grace back so that Jefferson would have some room to use his hat. A few seconds later the portal jumper and his wife had disappeared leaving the maid and the child alone.

"Well Grace, do you like books?" asked Belle trying to get a gage on the girl's interests. Grace smiled.

"Oh yes! Papa often brings back books from the places he travels to and reads them to me."

"Well, I happen to have an entire library full of books from all over so you can have your pick of which one we read," answered Belle as the two began their trek up to the library. Belle opened the doors and Grace gasped.

"Oh! It's so big!" Belle chuckled at the girl's excitement as she ran from one end of the library to the other examining the different books.

"What type of stories do you like?" she asked.

"I like stories about magic and adventure." said Grace who was still looking at the different titles. Not all of which Belle was certain the girl could read.

"What about this one?" asked Grace taking down a medium sized leather-bound volume with the emblem of two crossed magical wands releasing magical smoke around an image of a woman on horseback. It was entitled Lady Grey and the Secret of the Crossed Wands.

Belle smiled this was another favorite of hers about a woman who translated a forgotten text and used it to discover and master an ancient magic that helped free her people from an invading force.

"That looks like a wonderful choice. You have very good taste Grace," said Belle and the little girl beamed.

They settled on the cushy red couch and began to take turns reading allowed. Whenever Grace came across a word she didn't understand Belle helped her. Soon they were both enthralled in the adventures of Lady Grey and it wasn't till the clock chimed that Belle realized it was almost tea time.

"Grace, how would you like some tea?" she asked. Grace clapped her hands.

"Oh I love tea parties. Mama, Papa, and I have them all the time along with Mr. Tortoise!"

"Well then, let's go get some tea shall we Mr. Tortoise can join us."

They headed down to the kitchens and Belle prepared the tea.

"I'll be right back; I just have to take this to Rumplestiltskin." she told the girl who nodded already busy setting up a seat for Mr. Tortoise at the kitchen table.

Belle trotted up to Rumple's workroom, nudging the door open with her foot.

"I brought tea," she said.

"Oh, really I thought it was poison," snarked Rumple. Belle scoffed.

"Please if I wanted to poison you it would be on one of your more irritating days," she smirked at the slight twinkle that came into Rumple's eyes as he glanced her way.

"Then I'd best be more careful around the lady preparing my food."

"Perhaps you should." said Belle teasingly though she doubted anything would change Rumple's demeanor not that she would want it to.

"How's the little one?" asked Rumple attempting to sound blasé. Belle wondered what it was about Grace that had him slightly off kilter so to speak.

"Just fine, I need to be getting back though I did promise her a tea party," said Belle.

"Well then shoo, I have work to do," said Rumple waving his hands and Belle laughed before heading back down to the kitchen.

The tea party was quite fun Grace talked to her and her stuffed animal, pretending that Mr. Tortoise was part of the conversation and served tea like quite the little lady.

Time flew by, although strangely Belle occasionally would get an odd prickly sensation at the back of her neck as if they were being watched, and Grace and Belle eventually returned to the Great Hall where the Jefferson and Piper were likely going to reappear. Late in the afternoon a doorway opened and the two stumbled out both looking a little disheveled but pleased with themselves.

"Mama! Papa!" exclaimed Grace running to hug her parents who both happily embraced her.

"Hello rabbit," said Jefferson.

"I trust everything went well?" asked Piper.

"Yes, we had a wonderful time. What about on your end?" asked Belle.

"Oh a little trouble with some flying monkey's but we got out alright." said Piper with a shrug. "Is Rum here?"

"Still hiding in his work room."

"Interesting," commented Piper.

"Then we'll trust you to pass this on to His Moodiness," said Jefferson pulling out a small crystal bottle filled with golden liquid and passing it to Belle.

"Certainly." said Belle.

"Thank you for taking care of me today, Belle," said Grace and Belle smiled embracing the girl.

"It was my pleasure; I hope we see each other again soon."

"I hope the same," said Jefferson coming back from where he had been gathering some gold from the pile near the spinning wheel.

Belle traded hugs with both him and Piper before the family headed on their way home.

OUAT

Rumple was at his spinning wheel in the library when he heard Belle's footsteps coming to join him. He didn't look at her until she had taken a seat next to him and held out a crystal vial.

"Jefferson said to give this to you."

"Good, they succeeded." Rumple waved his hand banishing the vial up to his workroom.

"Are you going to tell me what was going on with Grace today?" asked Belle and Rumple averted his eyes.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Yes you do. You don't actually dislike children. I've seen how tenderly you've treated the babies that you deal for and even when we go to the village you seem to display a certain fondness from afar. So it can't be an aversion to Grace based on the fact that she's a child and must be something to do with her specifically."

Rumple really did hate sometimes the way that Belle could see straight through him. She could take the smallest aspects of his behavior and deduce a great deal. Still, he wasn't going down easy.

"Are you implying I'm scared of a child?"

"No. I'm saying there's something about her that worries you and I'd like to understand what it is." Belle's blue eyes were pleading and honest. She really was curious for his sake as well as her's.

"You aren't incorrect. Children are one of the lines I draw as far as the sort of dark actions I perform, and I do have a certain, fondness for them. The feeling however is for very obvious reasons not mutual. Most children have a heightened sense for danger and darkness, things that I project in spades and unless they are in great desperation it quite rightly contributes to an ingrained fear of me."

"Alright, but what's specific about Grace? I mean when I first met Jefferson and Piper you were sending her gifts."

"Gifts I made sure Pip and Jefferson claim are from them." He corrected and then paused thinking.

He remembered quite well the first time he'd seen Grace. It had been a little while into his acquaintance with the Hatter when Jefferson had frantically summoned him to his cottage. Grace it seemed had been given a poisoned item of food as revenge from someone who had had problems with Jefferson back in his pre-fatherhood days. Grace who was only 2 at the time had literally been on deaths door.

The sight of Jefferson's terrified face as he begged for the life of his child reminded Rumple all too well of a time before he was the Dark One back when Bae had been bitten by a viper and Rumplestiltskin had tracked down a local healer begging for assistance in saving his boys life.

He'd healed Grace almost immediately and chosen to pay the price of the magic himself rather than forcing Jefferson or Grace to pay it. That had been the day that he and the Hatter had truly transitioned from allies to what approximated to friendship. If one could have that with the Dark One.

But since that day he'd also found himself with a slight attachment to the little girl. A sort of protectiveness.

But to explain all that to Belle would be to reveal far too much. And even if he was beginning to trust her now was not the time. So, he went with a different part of the truth.

"As you once observed Pip and Jefferson are perhaps the only people I could call friends in a long, long, time, yourself excluded. I suppose their child is one I'd prefer not to see run."

"I'm not so certain she would. I doubt she grew up on stories of how terrifying you were and she hardly batted an eye about being in the home of the Dark One today." countered Belle. "I think you underestimate her."

"And I think you forget that while for some unknown reason you may not fear me, that is not the case with most others," replied Rumple shaking his head fondly. "No best not to give the child night terrors. Anyway, I doubt they'll need us to look after her again soon."

"Hmmm. If you say so," replied Belle and he noted a tone of skepticism in her voice though she let the matter drop and went to retrieve a book so they could begin their nightly ritual of her reading to him while he spun.

OUAT

Rumple's prediction about the Hatter and Pip not needing childcare anytime soon proved false, as only a few visits later when he went to send them after an ancient tome they once again brought along the little girl. However, he didn't bother arguing.

"Oh, very well, Belle can look after her again," he said dismissively the Hatter and Pip left the room to inform Grace she could come in and depart themselves leaving him and Belle alone. Belle turned to him.

"Actually, Rumple I don't think I can. I've suddenly feeling rather unwell." concern filled Rumplestiltskin.

"What's wrong? Is there something I can do?" Belle shook her head.

"No I'm sure I just need to sleep it off. I suppose I could try and take care of Grace..."

"No. No. We don't want you causing more harm to yourself," said Rumple with a sigh. Belle smiled at him and grasped his hand.

"Thank you, Rumple." The doors to the great hall opened and Grace trotted in holding the stuffed tortoise he had once sent her.

"Hello, Grace," said Belle intercepting the girl and greeting her with a gentle hug.

"Hello Belle."

"Grace, I'm afraid I'm feeling rather under the weather, so Rumplestiltskin is going to look after you to day."

Rumplestiltkin for his part chose to remain fairly impassive. The girl turned her soft brown eyes on him and tilted her head in an almost curious manner then looked back at Belle.

"Alright. I hope you feel better soon."

"I'm sure I will." said Belle and then went upstairs.

Rumplestiltkin and Grace stood there in silence observing each other. Finally, Grace broke the silence and curtsied giving him a small smile.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir."

"A pleasure to meet the Dark One dearie? Now that's either a lie or the bravest thing I've heard all day," he replied falling back on his oldest defense mechanism. Humor. Grace giggled in response.

"Thank you, sir." Rumplestiltskin rolled his eyes. He was never fond of being called sir. It reminded him too much of when he had been forced to cow down to others and call them the same.

"Rumplestiltkin will do dearie."

"Alright, then it's Grace not dearie," replied the girl in a cheerfully firm tone and Rumple let out a high-pitched giggle at her response.

"It seems you have your parent's impertinence Grrrace," he said rolling the r's.

"Papa calls it courage," she replied and Rumple snorted.

"He would, that man could insult the Queen of Hearts. Well, Grace, what exactly do you want to do while we wait for your parents to return?" The little girl bit her lip.

"Well, it's nearly tea time and last time Belle and I had a tea party..." The was a slightly pleading look in Grace's brown eyes, not unlike the one Bae used to give him sometimes and Rumplestiltskin felt any resistance to the idea crumble. He pursed his lips and then waved a hand causing an tea service complete with cakes and sandwiches to appear at the table.

"One word about this and you'll be spending your days as a bird you hear?" he warned as Grace gasped in delight and ran to set things up.

Soon they were seated with Rumple at the head of the table, Grace at his right, and the plush tortoise who on a whim he had charmed to be able to pick up his own tea cup the contents of which would habitually vanish, on his left.

"Could you tell us a story?" asked Grace as she played hostess serving tea and offering him cakes.

"A story?" asked Rumple.

"Yes, surely you have some maybe one about the things here? Like that lamp," she indicated the golden lamp on one of the pedestals.

"Ah that was the lamp from Agrabah which contained a mighty genie," said Rumple.

"Genies give you wishes right?" said Grace.

"Yes, but wishes are a dangerous thing, especially in the wrong hands," he said waving his finger warningly before launching into the story of a young street rat named Aladdin and his defeat of the sorcerer Jafar.

"And so fueled by his own greed Jafar wished to be a genie himself! But that was his downfall. For you see for all his power, he would remain trapped inside the lamp at the whim of another."

"Wow! So, Aladdin won with his wits!" exclaimed Grace.

"Yes, he did," answered Rumple. "With Jafar gone, Agrabah was once again at peace. Aladdin and Jasmine were wed and Aladdin used his final wish to free the Genie who had helped him."

"Do you think he should have freed him?" asked Grace. This was an unusual question and Rumple tilted his head.

"It was foolish to have promised such a thing given the advantage the genie could have provided with that last wish. Should a famine have hit or a siege begun that wish would have been useful. But as the boy gave his word in the first place, he was obligated to keep to it. So yes, in this case he did."

"I don't think I'd want a genie. It sounds like too much trouble," said Grace scrunching her nose in a rather adorable fashion. Rumple giggled.

"Then you are smarter than most adults dear one." Grace beamed at this.

"But why do you keep the lamp if it doesn't have the genie?"

"A reminder of the cost of wishes. Not to mention that all magic leaves traces even when the main source is gone." he wasn't going to go into a full explanation of magical theory to a seven-year-old. Though oddly enough he almost didn't think she'd object. Truthfully, he'd gotten the lamp hoping to use the genie to wish a way to Bae only to find the lamp empty.

"So, now we've finished our tea what do you want to do?" he asked waving a hand and vanishing the tea things. Grace hopped down from her seat and walked over to his spinning wheel of all things.

"Is this where you make the gold Papa brings home?" she asked. Rumple nodded coming up behind her.

"Yes, it is."

"Can you show me?" she asked then looked down slightly embarrassed it seemed. "It's just the thread Papa brings home is always so beautiful."

"Very well," said Rumple figuring that if the most she wanted to do was watch him spin then that wasn't too much of a trial not to mention that he strangely found he was rather enjoying himself.

He sat at the wheel and Grace sat cross-legged at his feet. He took the straw and began to turn the wheel projecting his magic to make the straw into gold. He glanced down and saw Grace watching wide eyed and amazed a small smile on her face. After a time, she began to wind the pooling thread so that it wouldn't get tangled.

Time seemed to run together as it usually did when he spun but Grace didn't seem to mind content to watch the spinning and before either of them knew it the door to the great hall opened and Pip and the Hatter entered.

Grace jumped up and ran to them and Rumple stood from his wheel.

"I thought Belle was doing the babysitting?" commented Jefferson with a smirk and Rumple glared at him.

"She was indisposed."

"And Gracie still didn't end up a bird." quipped Pip with a smile.

"No, she's a little more tolerable than that." admitted Rumple.

"You hear that, Grace? You're tolerable that's quite the compliment," said Jefferson grinning.

"Oh, why don't you hand over the book and get out of here?" snapped Rumple in annoyance.

"Because needling you is so entertaining," replied Pip handing over the book and collecting the payment.

Grace curtsied like a highborn lady to Rumplestiltskin.

"It was a pleasure meeting you Rumplestiltskin." Rumple gave an exaggerated bow.

"And the same to you Lady Grace," he replied using the name she had asked him to call her during their tea party. Grace beamed.

"Well, I suppose we really should be off though, fairfarren Rum," said Piper.

"Yes, and give our best to Belle, wherever you have her tucked away," added Jefferson suggestively and Rumple narrowed his eyes.

"Out."

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Belle peered out from the alcove in the stairs watching Rumple say goodbye to Grace. It was honestly very sweet and she knew she'd made the right call. Once the three visitors had left, she raced upstairs to the library covering herself with a blanket and grabbing a book.

She heard Rumple's footsteps on the stairs.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

"Yes. Much. How was your day with Grace?"

"Less troublesome than expected," he replied and Belle knew she wasn't going to get much more out of him. Belle did feel a little bad about tricking him but if she was going to play sick she might as well reap a few benefits.

"You know. I'm not sure I'm quite up to reading aloud tonight. Perhaps you could...?" she offered him the book and gestured to the spot at the end of the couch. Rumple appeared hesitant but after a moment acquiesced and took a seat Belle closed her eyes and let his voice wash over her. It was his true, deeper one, slightly accented and she found herself very fond of it. It was a pleasant end to a successful day.

Author's Note: One of the longest chapter's by far but I wanted to establish Grace's relationship with Rumple and Belle. I actually wish we'd gotten more of her and Jefferson in the show. Like Jefferson and the Piper she's going to be slightly relevant to Rumbelle's story. (Especially in the spin-off I'm likely planning after this series Musical Madness). Also I kind of just love the idea of Rumple as a surrogate Uncle. We've got a few more chapter's to go till we hit the remaining events of Skin deep so if anyone has anything they'd like to see happen between these two (pre relationship) in the dark castle drop your suggestions now and enjoy the fluff while it lasts. If you like the story please leave a note below and let me know your thoughts! Thanks very much to everyone reading and especially those who have commented. Until next time!

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By far Belle's favorite part of the day was the evening. Every night she and Rumple would retire to the library. Sometimes he would spin while she read, other times he would read and she would sew his garments. And sometimes they would just talk debating and discussing all manner of things they came across in their literary adventures

She also got the sense that Rumple greatly enjoyed it. Indeed, he was always the first one up to the library and though he tried to hide it always seemed a bit disappointed when it would grow so late that Belle would inevitably need to head to bed.

Tonight's subject was fairies.

"Nasty little useless knats!" snapped Rumple so vehemently it rather shocked Belle.

"Nasty?" asked Belle. She remembered a few had attacked Rumple which she supposed could certainly justify some dislike but that couldn't be the only reason let alone apply to all fairies. "But everything I've ever come across speaks well of them and their good magic."

"Books largely influenced by said fairies. And it's LIGHT magic Belle," Rumple corrected her and upon seeing her confused face he elaborated.

"Magic is neither good or evil. Simply light or dark. Light magic tends to have more limitations than dark though the latter tends to require a higher cost. But don't mistake me. Light magic DOES have a cost all the same."

"So it's the result that is good or evil not the magic itself. You used dark magic I presume to get rid of the ogres. That wasn't an evil act but it did utilize dark magic and thus required a higher cost in this case something extremely precious. My father's only child." said Belle choosing to use her own deal as an example. Rumple gave her a proud smile.

"Very good and entirely correct." Belle grinned but then narrowed his eyes.

"You're deflecting. What is so bad about fairies?" Rumple paced to the window.

"For one thing they're a load of sanctimonious fleas especially their head the blue bug, who take a very black and white view of the world. And while I personally don't give a damn what they think of me I find that particular outlook exceptionally irritating."

"What do you mean?" asked Belle. Rumple pursed his lips.

"Let's take Pip as an example do you believe her to be an evil villain?" Belle's eyes widened.

"Of course not!" she exclaimed.

"Ah but you see the fairies do. Pip is a loving mother, a loyal friend, and when she finds someone, she trusts a genuinely kind person. She merely severely limits who she displays those traits to. Now all those traits very much fit a good person. However, because she also chooses at times to use her magic for shall we say...less than moral purposes and is quite willing to resort to revenge should she feel the need the fairies consider her evil."

"But that isn't the case. She may not be pure of heart but she's not an evil person." said Belle who could think of another person those words could apply to. Rumples lips quirked upward.

"That's because you have the capability to recognize that the world is not so black and white. Almost everyone has shades of grey within them and it's narrow minded to act otherwise."

Belle found herself thoroughly agreeing with that. The real world, though she hadn't experienced too much of it already seemed too messy for things to be so cut and dry. She could understand how someone like Rumple who had lived so long and seen so much would find the simplification of such morality annoying.

"You said one thing, why else don't you like them?" asked Belle. Rumple snorted.

"They're deceptive about their magic. Aside from falsely claiming it to be GOOD as opposed to simply light they never tell the recipient the price. They make the person think they are getting a magical favor for free but that isn't the case. SOMEONE will always have to pay the price and I assure you the fairies aren't choosing to do so." Belle tilted her head.

"I suppose that makes sense. For all people may disagree with your deals it can't be said you don't offer the price up front in some form. Which ironically seems like a much safer bet when making a magical deal now that I think about it."

"I may be strict in my deals but I refuse to give anyone cause to say they weren't told the price before. Now whether they choose to be specific is another matter but the point stands."

Belle nodded in agreement. Honestly Rumple seemed to be more responsible about his powers in some ways than the fairies. Granted Rumple was obviously biased but then again so were the accounts in her books.

"Then I suppose it's a good thing I convinced my father to call on you rather than the fairies isn't it?" said Belle coming to stand next to him. Rumple's head snapped to face her in surprise.

OUAT

Rumple always enjoyed his little discussions with Belle. Her constant thirst for knowledge and even interest for an alternate opinion was refreshing. Regardless of if she agreed with him on something she'd always hear him out and more often than not could usually acknowledge where he was coming from even if she still disagreed.

Tonight they were on the subject of fairies. Probably his least favorite creature in the world. Still it was providing a stimulating topic of conversation. He wasn't going to go into his specific reasons regarding Bae for hating the pests but there were other valid ones he had that he was more than willing to discuss. As per usual his Belle was quick to catch on.

He smiled as she grew indignant at the idea of Pip being considered a villain. He knew Pip didn't have much of a problem with the title any more than he had a problem with people considering him evil, but it was the principle of the matter.

Then of course they had moved on to an actual discussion of the differences in how he and the fairies handled magic. Personally, Rumple prided himself on his deals which were always iron clad for both his benefit and his client's they knew what they were getting and they knew what they had to pay, for the most part. He was a master with words but he always abided to the letter of his agreements.

The same couldn't be said for the knats. That said he was thrown for a loop by Belle's next words as she came to stand next to him.

"Then I suppose it's a good thing I convinced my father to call on you rather than the fairies isn't it?"

"What?" he asked. Belle gave a small smile.

"Everyone else was focused on military tactics I figured we ought to look elsewhere for a solution. Come to think of it with how hard I wished each night for things to get better one would have figured at least one fairy might have bothered to come and lend a hand if they wanted to." she added suddenly.

"Ah the third annoying thing about them. They're elitist. They focus only on those they deem worthy for their agenda, or major nobility. Your little kingdom likely wasn't considered important enough."

"Now I get the irritation," chuckled Belle. "Anyway, I decided to try and find a magical solution that could match the ogres. Some research led me to see that the First Ogre wars were ended by the Dark One. A little more research proved you to be trustworthy in terms of keeping to your deals so I figured, if you ended the last one why couldn't you end this one?"

"I'm still shocked your father agreed although not so much at the fact that the only sensible solution to the problem came from you." said Rumple dryly.

"It took time and I swear I wanted to bang my head against a wall when I heard the proposition they sent. I thought that if anything did make you choose not to come it would be the sheer idiocy of the offer."

"I remember your exasperation in the war room well," said Rumple without really thinking.

"You do?" said Belle looking a little shocked and dare he say pleased. Rumple scoffed.

"You were the only interesting thing in there." Belle laughed and took his hand her face becoming more serious.

"I'll never be able to thank you enough for what you did for my kingdom." Rumple took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"I didn't do anything Belle. It is all because of your bravery. It was your choice to make the deal that led to your people being saved."

"But it was your magic and you paid some sort of price for it, or why else would you ask for something in return?" said Belle perceptive as ever. Rumple smiled slightly. Truthfully it had taken a little bit of energy out of him to get rid of the ogres though not enough to cause any significant damage.

"Perhaps we both deserve some credit in that case," he replied and Belle smiled slightly before standing up on tip toe and kissing his scaled cheek.

"I think I can accept that compromise. Goodnight Rumplestiltskin." She turned and left the library leaving Rumple standing there slightly dumbfounded.

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While some of the nights spent in their joint book filled sanctuary, for really Rumple was the only person Belle had ever met with as avid an appetite for learning as she, where spent on neutral matters such as philosophy or books. Other times, rare though they were the conversations could turn personal.

One night Belle was reading to Rumple from a book written by a man from the land without color on the science of deduction.

"What do you think? Can you deduce a person's background without extensive personal knowledge?" she asked.

"Oh yes, I quite a agree," said Rumple glancing up from his spinning.

"What could you tell about me just from observation?" asked Belle. Rumple turned to look at her.

"Well, it's obvious you were nobility even without the clothes to match. Your posture and manner of speech indicate having had strict instruction on how to behave in a certain manner. Something that has now become ingrained in you. For instanced you never let your back touch the chair when you are seated at the dinner table.

That said it's blatantly obvious you've had a change in station give the callouses on your hands showing some form of labor. Then there's your accent which of course makes it clear you come from the Marchlands. Oh, and the ink on your finger's dearie which give away your fondness for books."

Belle raised her eyebrows impressed by Rumple's deductions.

"That was a lot." Rumple shrugged.

"Some people are easier to read than others."

"You aren't quite the enigma you think you are Rumplestiltskin," chuckled Belle.

"Oh really?" he said.

"Yes. I think I could probably discern some information about your background from some observations of my own. From before you were the dark one I mean." Rumple gave her a disbelieving look.

"You seem quite confident." Belle got up from her spot on the couch and came to sit next to him.

"I am. I'll make you a deal. I'll deduce what I can and all you have to do is tell me if I'm right or wrong."

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"You seem quite confident," Rumple told Belle. The brunette stood from her place on the couch and came to sit by Rumplestiltskin who tried his best not to react to her nearness. She looked into his eyes face entirely guileless.

"I am. I'll make you a deal. I’ll deduce what I can and all you have to do is tell me if I'm right or wrong." Rumple pondered the deal a part of him wanted to keep his past tucked away but another was intrigued to see if Belle could rise to the challenge she had set.

"Very well." Belle leaned slightly closer.

"From your accent I'd guess you were born maybe near the Frontlands. You can't have been a noble because you always display distain when speaking or dealing with someone of the noble class. Not to mention that you generally treat those who would be considered beneath you in terms of social class with respect. That means you were some form of tradesman. You might have lots of wealth now but you didn't always.

"How do you figure that?" asked Rumple.

"You rarely spend to excess. People who have always had lots of money usually run through it like water. You aren't frugal but you also don't spend more than you require. Just like my manners are ingrained so is your instinct to preserve what you have."

Rumple didn't answer but tilted his head indicating she should continue.

"Like I said you must have been some form of tradesman then and if I were to hazard a guess I'd say you were a spinner. It comes naturally to you so it's something you're very used to. It's also unlikely it's a habit you picked up after becoming the Dark One given it's a rather unusual past time for anyone who doesn't need to do it." Belle sat back.

"So?" A small smile curved Rumple's lips despite the way the voices in his head howled for her death at having guessed so much about him.

"Right on all counts. Not that any of that is to leave this room mind you." he added. Belle smiled.

"Of course not." Rumple shook his head smiling wryly.

"I really must learn to stop underestimating you."

"Yes, you should," said Belle with a cheeky smirk. Then she tilted her head a thoughtful look coming over her face.

"Is your life easier now?" Rumple pondered the question. There were many layers to it. Certainly, it was no longer a struggle to survive in terms of money. However, the internal struggle against the curse for his soul continued every day.

"In some ways yes it's easier. But in other's it has become far more complex." he answered slightly vaguely and Belle nodded in understanding.

"Shall I finish the chapter?" she queried.

"Certainly," replied Rumple inclining his head and turning back to the wheel as Belle began to read her sweet voice surrounding him and warming his darkened heart.

Author's Note: As I said fairies. Not going to be portrayed nicely. I liked the idea that Belle was the one behind calling Rumple as it makes her making the deal with him then make even more sense. Shout out to anyone who got the Science of Deduction reference. I wanted another case of showing them matching wits with each other. Also really hope you guys liked Grace in the last chapter because we've got a bit more Hatter family fluff coming up in the next one. If you like the story please leave your thoughts below it really does mean a lot. Until next time!

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Belle had cleaned most of the castle but there was one room that she had avoided. Mostly because of it's size and how unlikely it was to get used. The ballroom.

However, that changed when she was looking after Grace one day though the work was split more evenly between her and Rumple given what a shine the girl had taken to the imp and the fact that Rumple seemed to have deemed it too much trouble to keep pretending that he minded having Grace around.

Today Belle and Grace were playing hide and seek while Rumple finished something in his tower.

Belle was beginning to think she probably should have limited the little girl to one section of the castle when she came to the ballroom doors and noticed they were slightly cracked. Smiling she opened them and stepped inside.

She surveyed the dusty, gold gilt room which would have been gorgeous in it's hay day. At the end of the hall was what looked like a harpsicord covered in a sheet. Belle moved closer guessing her young charge's location and then with one swift movement whipped the sheet off the harpsicord in a flurry of dust.

Sure, enough underneath the instrument crouched the little blond.

"Found you," she half-coughed through the dust cloud. Grace sneezed a few times as she crawled out of her hiding spot

"You're good Auntie Belle." Belle smiled at the title.

"Well, you certainly gave me a run for my money. Maybe next time though you might hide somewhere that's less sneeze inducing?" Grace shrugged.

"I've never seen this room before it looked pretty."

"Well, I'm certain it would be were it cleaned up." admitted Belle.

"Why isn't it clean?" asked Grace.

"Because that's generally the responsibility of the maid and said maid has been a bit lax with her dusting lately." rang out a familiar voice and the two women turned to see Rumple in the doorway to the ballroom.

"Uncle Rumple!" Grace exclaimed running across the room to hug the sorcerer. Rumple froze for a moment before slightly awkwardly returning the embrace. Clearly the words "Uncle Rumple" had thrown him for a loop and Belle shot him an amused smile over Grace's head.

"Hello, your ladyship," he replied as he detached himself from the girl who smiled widely at the term of endearment.

"Of all the rooms in the castle this is the one least likely to get any use. Why put my energy into cleaning it?" countered Belle.

"It's what I hired you to do," pointed out Rumple.

"You didn't hire me, you dealt for me. Hired implies being paid," replied Belle.

"Semantics," scoffed Rumple with a wave of his hand.

"Why is it so unused?" asked Grace.

"Well, nobody wants to come to a ball hosted at the home of the Dark One dear one." Rumple explained to Grace.

"I would," the little girl said stubbornly.

"Well you, Lady Grace, are both brave and an oddity. Ordinary people would be terrified." Grace scrunched up her nose.

"Being ordinary sounds awful." Belle laughed an idea forming.

"Perish the thought."

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"Did you go to ball's when you were a Princess Auntie Belle?" asked Grace and Rumple glanced at Belle watching her for any hint of resentment at the reminder of what she had been taken away from. Belle smiled sweetly.

"Yes, I attended several back in Avalonea before the war, in fact," and here her blue eyes lit up, "How would you like it if I taught you how to dance and then tomorrow night for your birthday your parents and you come here, and the five of us will have a little ball of our own?"

Any plans to object were swiftly derailed as Grace turned doe-like eyes on him.

"Could we please Uncle Rumple?" That Uncle Rumple was still going to take some getting used to. Rumple glanced up at Belle who was grinning and sighed. That woman was making him go soft.

"As your ladyship wishes. I'll even provide you, Belle, and your mother with the proper attire."

"Oh, thank you!" exclaimed Grace once again hugging him. This time prepared Rumple returned the embrace slightly more readily. Though it still seemed foreign. The last child to hug him had been Bae and even then Rumple had been the Dark One meaning Bae was becoming rather wary of him. Grace's hugs were more akin to those he had shared with Bae before he ever even heard of the blasted dagger.

"You're very welcome. I'll leave you to your dance lesson then," he waved a hand and a small music box appeared.

"This one won't try and put us to sleep?" asked Belle teasingly in reference to a semi recent incident involving a far more malevolent music box meant to charm the listener into an eternal slumber. Rumple had blasted the thing to smithereens before it had a chance to get too much of a grip on Belle but it had been a close call.

"Certainly not. I can't have you falling asleep on the job it would be counterproductive," he scoffed.

"Well, thank you."

"Of course," Rumple bowed to them both and then left the two to their practice hoping he wasn't going to regret this.

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"One, two, three. One, two, three. And spin," Belle twirled Grace. Teaching her to dance was a little trickier than anticipated as Belle had to take the male part while teaching the female side but Grace picked up the waltz fairly quickly.

"This is fun!" exclaimed Grace and Belle smiled. Dancing was about the only thing she'd ever found enjoyable about balls.

"Yes, it is, and you're doing a wonderful job."

"That she is!" came Jefferson's voice from behind them and the two women turned to see the Hatter and Piper standing in the doorway.

"Papa!" said Grace running to her father who picked her up and spun her around.

"Hello rabbit." he said.

"Auntie Belle was teaching me how to dance," explained Grace.

"Yes, Rum told us all about your little idea for a ball to celebrate Gracie's name day." said Piper with a smile.

"I thought it would be fun for everyone."

"Uncle Rumple said we could use the ballroom and that he'd provide us with clothes!" said Grace grinning.

"Uncle Rumple did that?" said Jefferson smirking.

"You laugh you die Hatter," came Rumple's impish voice as he too entered the room. Jefferson placed a hand to his chest in mock offense.

"Why Rumple I would NEVER!" Both Belle and Piper were having a difficult time containing their laughter at this point.

"Well, if you want us to have this place ready in time I suggest you lot leave now." said Rumple irritably.

"As you wish Rum. We'll see you tomorrow night then," answered Piper shepherding her stepdaughter and husband out of the room.

"At least one of them is sensible," grumbled Rumple and Belle nudged him with her shoulder.

"You know you like them."

"Preposterous. I tolerate them," said Rumple but she could see he was repressing a smile.

"I'd best start getting things ready," said Belle. Rumple cleared his throat.

"Yes, a good idea."

OUAT

As it turned out it didn't take as much effort to clean the ballroom as expected. Rumple had used magic to get rid of the dust so it was mostly moving bits of furniture and adding some decorations.

Belle even managed to make a small cake without burning down the kitchen. Her cooking skills were never going to be fantastic if she was fairly proud of the round chocolate confection with eight candles.

Early evening came and Jefferson, Piper, and Grace all arrived. The three women swiftly went upstairs to get dressed in the outfits Rumple had provided.

Grace had a lovely fuchsia ballgown. The bodice was beaded with silver and the skirt had little silver dots sprinkled across it like stars. there was also a matching pink bolero with cap sleeves. Along with the dress Rumple had provided a pretty silver and diamond encrusted tiara for the occasion that Belle was fairly sure was real.

Piper's had a light blue underlay with a sheer royal blue overlay of fabric. It was an off the shoulder gown and the bodice had royal blue piping as well as some decorations of what looked like dark blue holly leaves studded with little white pearls. There were similar decorations decorating the hem of the dress.

Belle's dress was not dissimilar from the one she had worn the day she had made her deal with rumple although it was more of a light spring yellow than a gold. the skirt was made of several layers of light yellow tulle topped with some silvery sparkles. Like piper's it was off the should although the shoulders were more poofy. There was also a bustle in the back. Belle loved it and remarkably, be it through magic or simply excellent craftmanship the dress felt fairly light. She also had a pair of matching yellow gloves.

"I must say, Rum certainly knows what he's doing when it comes to designing dresses. The man always did have good taste in fashion." commented Piper, or Alice as Belle had been given permission to call her now, as she arranged Grace's hair in a pretty updo.

"Yes, he does doesn't he?" commented Belle as she put on some rouge.

"Are you excited to dance with Rum tonight?" asked Alice. Belle nearly dropped the make-up she was holding.

"What?"

"Just a question," said Alice a small knowing smirk on her face as she came up behind Belle and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I've known Rum for a while and I've never seen him happier than when he's with you. That can't be inconsequential." Belle glanced down.

"We're friends," although you'd like more wouldn't you? said a traitorous little voice in her head.

"Belle, Rum and I are friends. You two have something a little more special." said Alice gently.

"You think so?" asked Belle softly.

"I know so. Now I think if everyone is ready it's time to knock our boys off their feet."

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Rumple and Jefferson didn't need anywhere near as much time as the women who seemed to prefer getting ready on their own. Rumple for his part had simply poofed himself and Jefferson into their fancy clothes.

Tonight, he was wearing a gold embroidered waistcoat with a brown pants and boots, a creme colored shirt and a gold tailcoat.

The Hatter was dressed similarly although his waistcoat was black and his coat dark blue.

"Nervous for tonight?" asked Jefferson from his seat at the long table on which he had his feet propped.

"Why would I be nervous?" asked Rumple a little too sharply as he paced. A part of him wondered if Belle liked the dress. Maybe he should have picked something different. Truthfully the idea of spending a night doing something as arguably romantic as dancing with Belle did have him on edge.

"Oh no reason. I mean you literally shouldn't have any reason to be nervous. This whole thing was Belle's idea in the first place. She certainly wouldn't have suggested it if she was opposed to the idea of dancing with you." said the Hatter.

"This is for Grace's sake Hatter," scoffed Rumple.

"Yes in part. But it also has the benefit of giving her an excuse to dance with you."

"You're acting on the assumption that she even wanted to dance with me." said Rumple. The Hatter rolled his eyes.

"Because she's in love with you. Plain as the nose on my face." Rumple shook his head. He still couldn't bring himself to believe it.

"I think you're delusional."

"And I think you're the most pig-headed man I've ever met," quipped Jefferson and Rumple glared at him.

Suddenly footsteps could be heard on the stairs. Jefferson stood and they both turned to see the three women come down. Grace was first looking quite adorable in her pink dress and tiara.

She was followed by Pip who looked admittedly quite lovely in her blue gown though Rumple felt no romantic feelings towards the woman.

And then there was Belle descending the stairs with the poise and grace of a princess and looking radiant in the yellow gown. She smiled at him and Rumple felt his dark heart skip a beat.

"Wow," said Jefferson.

"What do you think Papa?" asked Grace.

"I think I'm looking at the three loveliest ladies in the entire Enchanted Forest." said Jefferson before nudging Rumple out of his awestruck state.

"Yes, you all look wonderful. Especially her Ladyship," said Rumple a bit too quickly and turning the compliment more towards Grace in an attempt to cover.

"Thank you, Uncle Rumple."

"Shall we proceed to the ballroom then?" suggested Belle.

"Excellent idea!" said Jefferson offering an arm to his wife and a hand to his daughter before taking the lead leaving Rumple to slightly awkwardly offer Belle his arm which she took without a second thought.

"The dresses really are beautiful Rumple," she said quietly to him.

"I'm glad you like it, though I do think it's nothing compared to the woman wearing it," he said and was pleased to see Belle blush.

"Thank you."

They entered the ballroom which was no longer dusty and instead shone. The marble floor was so shiny that one could see their reflection in it the candles in the crystal chandeliers cast an angelic glow over the room.

Rumple snapped his fingers and the harpsicord began to play a lively tune of it's own accord.

"May I have this dance?" he asked Belle with a bow as Jefferson did the same to Grace and Belle curtsied.

"I would love to," she answered softly looking up at him with genuine blue eyes. They all began to dance around the room. Partner's shifted with either Pip or Belle usually sitting on of the dances out given the uneven number although a few times although they managed a few multi partner dances.

A while in during a slower dance with Pip the blond looked up at him and smirked.

"So, enjoying the evening Rum?"

"It's certainly more pleasant than anticipated," he replied jokingly.

"You and Belle seem to be getting on quite nicely," she added.

"You are as delusional as your husband," he hissed softly.

"Is it a crime for us to wish you happiness?" she asked and he found no mockery in her tone as she gazed at him with grey eyes.

"Hope is a dangerous thing Pip. Besides, I know now Belle will never run. She's a woman of her word."

"But you want her to stay because she wants to. You aren't sure how to tell the difference,” said Pip perceptively.

"Hmm." answered Rumple. Pip at least was a little less irritating in the dispensing of her advice than her husband.

"Let her go," said Pip softly.

"What?" said Rumple nearly tripping.

"That's the only way you'll know. Bear in mind I wouldn't suggest this if I were certain it would end in pain for you," she added gently.

Rumple glanced over at Belle who was laughing at something Jefferson said. He was a selfish and cowardly man. He knew that. The idea of letting Belle go and never seeing her again terrified him.

"I'll think on it. Thank you Pip."

"Anytime Rum." she answered as he spun her.

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The party continued until Grace fell asleep on the little settee.

"It seems her Ladyship has tired herself out," said Rumplestiltskin and Belle detected a hint of fondness in his tone.

"I think this was the best night of her life," said Alice with smile as Jefferson picked up the little girl.

"Why don't you three stay the night in some of the spare rooms it's getting late," suggested Belle.

"If his Darkness agrees," quipped Jefferson. Rumple snorted and waved a hand.

"Feel free, we don't want to wake the little one with the journey back."

"No indeed."

"Goodnight Belle, Rum," said Alice softly and the three departed the room leave Rumple and Belle alone.

The two of them strolled out onto the balcony outside looking up at the starry sky.

"Tonight was wonderful, thank you." said Belle.

"It was your idea," said Rumple with a shrug.

"But you enjoyed yourself too," Belle said with a little grin. Multiple times that night she'd seen Rumplestiltskin genuinely smile. She'd especially loved it when that smile had been directed at her as they danced together.

"Indeed," answered Rumple not meeting her gaze. "Though I suppose this paled in comparison to the balls you attended prior to coming here. Belle laughed.

"Honestly, I loved dancing, but I never really enjoyed the balls. They were always nothing but a chance for me to be trotted out for potential fiancée’s like a horse at market. This was the most pleasant one I've ever been to. For one thing the company was certainly superior."

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"Honestly, I loved dancing, but I never really enjoyed the balls. They were always nothing but a chance for me to be trotted out for potential fiancée’s like a horse at market. This was the most pleasant one I've ever been to. For one thing the company was certainly superior."

Rumple chuckled the answer was so incredibly Belle. Of course, she wouldn't be fond of getting treated like a piece of meat to be bartered for.

"I'm glad to hear it," he told her then after a pause asked.

"Belle are you happy here?" Belle turned her blue gaze from the stars and onto him.

"Yes. I admit I didn't expect to be when I first came. But now, I have found myself quite contented with my life here," she answered.

Rumple looked over at Belle he could see her words were genuine. She was at least contented with the life she knew she would have to live here with him. Illuminated in the moonlight the young woman appeared almost angelic. She was the most beautiful creature he'd ever laid eyes upon and also the kindest. Through their deal he had the ability to keep her here with him for the rest of her life and she might not even resent it.

And yet, that was the only reason he knew for sure she was staying with him. As he stared at her Rumplestiltskin at last accepted full a part of what Jefferson had been telling him for months. He loved Belle.

And because he loved her he needed to let her go. To give her the choice. But not yet. Not tonight which had been so perfect. He was not brave enough for that. So instead he held out his hand.

"Well, then, shall we have one last dance?" Belle beamed at him and took his hand as he guided her back to the dance floor and a smooth slow tune began to play.

Rumple focused all his attention on Belle. On memorizing everything about her from the bright blue of her eyes, to the softness of her chestnut locks which reached her waist and brushed his hand. And perhaps most importantly the way instead of shying away she seemed to press closer to him gazing up into his eyes and for a moment he could pretend that she loved him in return.

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Belle had been honest in her answer. She was happy where she was here at the castle. In some ways what should have been considered an imprisonment gave her more freedom than she'd had at home. She did miss some things about home like her Papa and the few friends she had had. But on the whole, she was content here.

And that wasn't taking into account her growing feelings for Rumplestiltskin feelings that as they now danced and he held her close she was tempted to believe might be reciprocated as Alice seemed to imply.

Author's Note: This was one of my favorite fluffy chapters so I hope everyone liked it and that some people will let me know what you think in the comments. I'm trying to further demonstrate a bit on the closeness between the Hatter family and Belle and Rumple (Plus Grace saying Uncle Rumple just sounds adorable in my head) Some of this is obviously a bit of a nod to the Disney movie here (thats always been one of my favorite disney moments). Also how I refer to Piper/Alice will shift depending on the person as what name they use is an indicator of how much she trusts/cares for them with Rumple being the exception since Pip is a nickname he alone uses for her. I hope that doesn't cause too much confusion. Thanks again to everyone who has left their thoughts please continue to do so! Until next time

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It was well past midnight and Rumplestiltskin had just returned from a deal. He walked up to the library and found Belle curled up in the window seat a book open in her lap and her head leaning against the window pane. He smiled slightly watching her. He'd still not had the courage to let her go.

Unwilling to wake her but also not wanting to leave her in such an uncomfortable position Rumple gently removed the book and scooped Belle up bridal style. Her head lolled against his chest.

"Rumple," she murmured and he froze for a moment thinking she had woken however her eyes remained shut. Yet she had called out for him in her sleep. He wasn't quite sure what to make of that.

Quickly he transported the two of them to her room where he laid her down on the bed and with a wave of his hand her dress was replaced with one of her nightgowns. Slightly embarrassed Rumple swiftly pulled the covers over her and.

Then before he could lose his nerve, he softly caressed her face brushing back strands of soft chestnut hair.

"Goodnight my darling Belle," he whispered before disappearing from the room.

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Belle awoke the next morning to find herself in her bed. Which she knew was not where she had fallen asleep. She smiled at the thought that Rumple had carried her to bed. He really could be sweet when he wanted.

She hurried downstairs and prepared breakfast for the two of them once they were served and seated, she said.

"Thank you for last night. I'd intended to wait up for you but it seems sleep had other ideas."

"No matter. You don't need to wait up for me Belle." Rumple told her.

"I know," said Belle with a shrug. "So what were you up to last night? Some soul must have been truly desperate to call on you at that hour."

"Yes, it seems Snow White is suffering from that most painful of afflictions," said Rumplestiltskin.

"Oh?" asked Belle.

"Twu love." Rumple trilled.

"How is love painful? I would think it's wonderful that she found true love. It's supposed to be rare," asked Belle.

"Well, it seems she and her precious prince can't be together. He's engaged to another woman though he does love Snow White. So, she asked me to make the pain go away by giving her a potion to forget him."

"What!" exclaimed Belle upsetting the butter dish. Rumple waved a hand and it righted itself.

"You heard me."

"But he's her true love. No matter how painful surely, it's better to have loved and lost then not love at all? To lose all memory of someone so important would just be...horrible."

Belle had never had true love so to speak so she'd never been in Snow White's position. But then her thoughts strayed to her growing feelings for Rumplestiltskin. She could never imagine wanting to forget him. Not for anything.

"She is in pain," pointed out Rumple ever the devil's advocate.

"Yes, but taking a magic potion to wipe one's memory seems like taking the easy way out. Shouldn't she be trying to fight for him? For their right to be together?"

"You know if you ever lose your job as a maid you should take up romance counseling," chuckled Rumple and Belle snorted.

"I promised you forever remember?" replied Belle. Something odd passed across Rumple's face for a moment at her words but Belle couldn't quite decipher the expression.

"Indeed. Anyway, as usual you've proven yourself wiser than the general population of fools I have to deal with." Belle giggled. She'd heard too many stories of his deals and the way people handled them, be it not being specific, or not wanting to pay up to correct him. Besides a part of her liked the idea of him having a high opinion of her.

"So, I take it you made the deal anyway?" she said.

"Well, it's not my business if the girl wants to be foolish. And I only gave her the potion mind you. It's up to her if she drinks it." said Rumple. Belle had to admit he had something of a point there.

"What did you get in return?"

"One of her hairs. I'm working on bottling the true love of Snow White and Prince Charming."

"You can bottle true love? I've never read of that!"

"That's because I'm the first to do it," said Rumple looking slightly smug.

"Can I help?" asked Belle.

"If you like, I'll be needing on of Charming's hair's first though he should be arriving in a day or two if I've foreseen the timeline correctly."

"Then I'd best make sure this place looks presentable. We can't have royalty visiting a shabby castle," said Belle standing up.

OUAT

The next few days were indeed busy first Snow White herself stopped by and demanded a way to kill the Evil Queen. Belle was slightly shocked when Rumple agreed given that she knew the two did deal with each other on occasion though she'd never actually seen or met the woman. Rumple made her stay in the library any time the Queen came to visit.

Then Prince James, who seemed far humbler than the boy Belle had known on the few occasions her family had crossed paths with King George's court, came storming in demanding help stopping snow from killing the Queen and darkening her heart. Rumple gave him the location in exchange for the man's cloak.

Once James had left, trampling mud all over the freshly cleaned floors thank you very little, Belle stepped out of her hiding place in the alcove by the stairs and strode over to where Rumple stood plucking a hair off the cloak.

"Will he stop her in time?" asked Belle.

"Oh yes, he'll stop her, the Queen will live to kill another day, Snow will eventually get her memory back, and her love with Charming will come out stronger than ever," said Rumple with a wave of his hand.

"You seem certain." said Belle.

"I CAN see the future you know," said Rumple and Belle raised her eyebrows that was something she hadn't known.

"You can?" Rumple nodded.

"Yes, granted I can't see everything, but there are specific bits and pieces that I know will occur."

"Well, I suppose that makes me feel slightly better," said Belle still feeling some worry for Snow and her Prince. Belle and Snow hadn't been overly well acquainted as Belle's kingdom was fairly minor. But they had known each other in passing as girls. Truthfully Belle had found Snow to be a sweet if slightly spoiled girl. But that had been years ago. They were both very different people now, she was sure and the woman deserved happiness.

"You and your compassion," muttered Rumple shaking his head, though there was a fondness to his tone.

"Anyway, I take it that's the hair you needed?" asked Belle.

"Yes indeed! Shall we proceed to the lab?" asked Rumple. Belle grinned.

"Certainly." With a wave of his hand the two of them disappeared from the hall and reappeared in his tower.

OUAT

Rumple had grown quite fond of sharing his experiments with Belle. Her curiousity was infectious and their shared love of knowledge made them excellent partners.

"Why didn't you just use Alice and Jefferson? They're true love." asked Belle as he moved to get the vial containing Snow White's hair.

"Because it needs to be the love of Snow White and Prince Charming." he said shortly. It would be their child that would break the curse so he needed their love to include on the curse itself as a safety valve.

"But why?" asked Belle. again.

"That's my business," he said shortly unwilling to tell her about the curse. Fortunately, Belle seemed to take the hint and let the matter drop.

"So how does this work?" she asked.

"It's actually fairly simple. But true love is such a powerful force people simply assumed there was no way it could be contained," explained Rumple.

"I see. People were determined to make it more complicated than it needed to be. Much like love itself I suppose," chuckled Belle. "I mean really love should be simple if two people care for each other that should be all that matters. But from all I've heard that rarely seems to be the case."

"Quite. Essentially, we combine the two hairs. Then the catalyst is to imagine an incredibly happy memory filled with true love itself and project that onto the hairs," said Rumple. "Care to do the honors?" he offered her the vial with Charming's hair. Belle took a tweezer and very carefully transferred the brown hair over to the bottle with Snow's raven black one.

Rumple closed his eyes and focused his power on the bottle. He thought back to the day that he had made Bae the leather ball. They hadn't been able to afford one from the market so for Bae's tenth birthday Rumple had sewn one himself. He recalled with pleasure the joy on Bae's face upon seeing the ball. His wide smile and the warmth of his body as he practically tackled Rumple in a tight bear hug. Best of all perhaps was the sound of his voice saying, "I love you, Papa."

He felt the vial grow warm and opening his eyes saw that the hairs had turned into a glowing purple potion. Rumple giggled and Belle grinned.

"You did it!" she exclaimed enveloping him in a hug that Rumple relished.

"Yes, it seems I did."

"I suppose it's not so surprising though. If anyone was going to be able to do it it's you." Rumple couldn't help the slight swell of pride at Belle's confidence in him. No one had ever had that much belief in him and his abilities. He might have been the best spinner in the village but Milah had remained derogatory of him as it was a woman's craft. Belle really was the opposite of his former wife.

"I appreciate your faith in my abilities," he said with a playful smirk.

"Don't you let it get to your head," she said in a mock scolding tone.

"Perish the thought," scoffed Rumple and they shared a laugh.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you think of?" asked Belle. Rumple paused and then sighed.

"My son." Belle's face became sympathetic and she grasped his hand.

"The deepest kind of true love then," she said softly.

"Indeed," answered Rumple glancing down at their joined hands her ivory skin contrasting with his scale-esk skin and black nails, marveling as usual at the way she never seemed to mind contact with him. How he would miss that when he let her go. How he would miss her.

OUAT

Several days after the success of the true love potion Belle found herself at a bit of a loss. For the first time in ages, she'd gone nearly a full day without seeing Rumple. He hadn't been at breakfast, nor come down for their tea, when dinner rolled around, she knocked on his tower door and received no answer.

She knew he couldn't have left because he wouldn't have let her know beforehand. Finally, after dinner had come and gone she decided to try the tower one more time bringing some tea.

There was still no answer but this time she pushed the door and to her surprise it opened. As it did so she heard Rumple speaking.

"Too many years to count Bae. But I've counted every one." Tentatively Belle stepped into the room and saw Rumple standing in front of a lit candle on a work bench.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you, but I didn't hear from you and I was worried." she said as he looked up.

"Go away," he said softly, Belle nodded.

"Right, I'll just leave this here." she moved to set down the tray.

"I said go away," repeated Rumple a little more irritably as he snuffed out the candle. It was only then that Belle noticed the shawl on the work bench and it fully hit her what she had just interrupted quite frankly making her want to kick herself.

"I'm sorry, it was a remembrance wasn't it. How old would he be?" she asked remembering him speaking about losing his son.

"Well, he's not dead, just lost," Rumple corrected her firmly. Belle wasn't sure what the difference was.

"Lost?"

"Today is his birthday," said Rumple quietly stroking the shawl, I should be with him, celebrating. We had a chance to be happy together, but I was afraid." Belle placed a hand over Rumple's.

"Maybe it's not too late," she said. Surely if his son was still alive there was a chance at reconciliation. She could see how much Rumple obviously cared about Baelfire.

"I hope not," answered Rumple removing his hand and stepping away. "But I'm afraid my ending shall not be a happy one." Belle bit her lip.

"Is any ending truly happy?" she said and Rumple paused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, an ending is final. That's all there is. It's the moments leading up to the very end that we live for. The ones that give us a chance to be happy." He turned to look at her.

"Perhaps."

"I think your son is lucky to have you for a father," she said.

"No child is lucky to have the Dark One as a parent. I was losing him before he was gone," replied Rumple.

"And yet, despite being the Dark One, you've displayed more love for him than many an ordinary man. Children need many things but above all love and if you showed him even half the love that I've seen glimpses of than he was at least lucky in that regard."

And it was true the carefully preserved clothes, the deep affection and saddness in his tone and voice, the fact that however many years on from when he lost Baelfire he still remembered him.

An almost sad smile came to Rumple's face.

"You’re an unusual woman Belle." Belle glanced down.

"Well, you aren't the first to say that," though most had said it with far more contempt. Suddenly she felt his hand tilting her chin up to look at him.

"It was meant as a compliment. Singular might perhaps be more accurate." Belle felt her cheeks heat up slightly.

"Thank you," she said softly as he removed his hand.

"You're very welcome." He then turned to leave and this time Belle let him go.

OUAT

At first Rumple had been annoyed by the interruption of his ritual celebrating Bae's birthday. Yet as they spoke and Belle moved to comfort him he found himself opening up to her again.

"No child is lucky to have the Dark One as a parent. I was losing him before he was gone." Looking back Bae had begun to pull away from the day he took on the curse. Yet all that might have been remedied if Rumple hadn't been such a coward. But Belle wouldn't be put off.

"And yet, despite being the Dark One, you've displayed more love for him than many an ordinary man. Children need many things but above all love and if you showed him even half the love that I've seen glimpses of than he was at least lucky in that regard." He looking into her blue eyes the words weren't just empty platitudes. She truly believed it. A part of him desperately hoped that she was right. That he at least hadn't entirely failed Bae as a parent.

He sighed. He'd taken Belle from all she knew and loved and yet here she stood comforting the very monster responsible for isolating her from her home.

"You’re an unusual woman Belle." Strangely this didn't have a positive effect on her as she glanced down as if remembering something less than pleasant.

"Well, you aren't the first to say that." He reached out and gently used his fingers to tilt her chin up.

"It was meant as a compliment. Singular might perhaps be more accurate." perhaps it was a trick of the dim light but Belle's cheeks seemed to redden slightly.

"Thank you," she said softly. He removed his hand and turned to leave feeling slightly better than before she had entered the room.

"You're very welcome."

Author's Note: I always did love this little scene with the remembrance for Bae's birthday but I wanted to carry the conversation a little further since they are slightly closer than in canon. (Also the canon version has a plot hole since there she doesn't hear about Bae till the day he lets her go. Here he's spoken about him before.) I also slightly altered how the true love potion thing worked because this way seems a bit more magical. Belle having been present will also be relevant much later on in the series. Lastly I did realize after having finished the chapter that technically the events of Heart of Darkness don't happen till after Skin Deep but we're playing a little bit loose with the timeline. If you like the story please leave a note below in the comments! Thanks for reading! Next time we depart the realm of fluff and return to the events of Skin Deep!

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It was a normal day in the castle, Belle was busy dusting the Great Hall humming softly while Rumple spun at his wheel. Well, he wasn't completely focused on the wheel. At last Rumple spoke.

"Belle," she turned to look at him.

"Yes?"

"It's tea time," he reminded her and she glanced at the clock. She put down the feather duster and he stepped away from his wheel the two of them coming to meet at the table.

Belle poured the tea as usual making sure to give him the chipped cup which he had truly grown fond of.

"I owe you an apology," he said as they sipped their tea.

"What for?" asked Belle.

"For the way I treated you when you first came here. Throwing you in the dungeon, shouting at you, dragging you through Sherwood Forest. You didn't deserve that."

"Oh Rumple, you were forgiven for all that a long time ago. But I appreciate your words."

"One has to wonder why you even thought to bother befriending me after the beastly way I behaved," said Rumple. Belle sighed setting down her tea cup

"Yes, you were awful at times in the beginning but you weren't always. You asked about my interests and healed my hand. Honestly I suspected from the day you didn't turn me into a toad for chipping the tea cup you weren't as terrible as tales said."

"Still, it doesn't excuse my actions," he shook his head. "You weren't wrong you know."

"About what?" asked Belle.

"You said I brought you here because I was lonely. I might not have been willing to admit it at the time. But that was certainly a part of it." He really did owe her an apology for how he'd acted. He had been lonely but he'd also had no idea how to handle having another person in the castle. Thank goodness for Belle's forgiving nature. He wasn't sure what was prompting him to be so open today but it was surprisingly easy to ignore the voices in his head. Especially with Belle so near.

"Well you aren't alone anymore," said Belle with a smile.

"Yes." For now. A voice in the back of his head added.

"Might I ask you something?" asked Belle.

"You're always free to ask me anything Belle. Whether I answer is a different matter but there will never be a punishment for inquiring," he told her gently.

"Is it a burden being the Dark One? You always say magic comes with a price so I can't imagine being the most magically powerful realm doesn't come with an equally large price. Not to mention sometimes you come home and you look so...weary. As if you have a great weight on your shoulders."

Rumple paused to think. It was an interesting and dangerous question. Of course, the main price for the power of the Dark One was the parasitic darkness and the fact that one's free will was tied to the dagger. But that wasn't something to share nor was it all of it. Finally, he sighed.

"Yes, it is. I told you before my life may be more comfortable now but it's far more complicated. Having this power comes with a certain responsibility the damage it would do if allowed to run unchecked would be insurmountable." He scoffed. "Not to mention all the annoying people who feel entitled to your help simply because you have the power to assist."

He didn't regret taking on the curse given that it had saved Bae's life and he certainly needed it. But in some ways, it was a burden.

"I don't envy you," said Belle quietly taking his hand and giving it a comforting squeeze. Ever so tentatively he returned the gesture.

OUAT

Belle wasn't entirely sure what to say in response to Rumple's confession so she tried to let her actions speak instead taking his hand and gently squeezing it. To her relief and slight delight, he returned the gesture. However, his next words both saddened and frustrated her.

"Singular as ever. Nobody else would try and know a monster," he murmured. Belle huffed setting down her tea.

"How many times must I say it? You AREN'T a monster," she strode over towards one of the floor length mirrors.

"Maybe if you looked in the mirror on occasion you would see..."

"Don't!" said Rumple sharply and suddenly he was behind her his hands catching her before she could get close enough to pull the cloth from the mirror. His voice lowered, "You never know who may be watching."

Belle was suddenly extremely aware of how close they were. Her back was pressed directly against his chest and she felt his hands on her waist. Indeed, they were so close she could feel his breath against here ear.

Her heart sped up. But not from fear. It was something else she couldn't quite describe. Something more...passionate. It was all so new to her. Though presumably not to him. She remembered him mentioning his wife as well as his son.

"What happened to them? Your family?"

"What happened," he all but whispered. "Is I'm a difficult man to love." Belle felt him turn his face into her hair slightly and her breath caught in her throat. Somehow, she felt like she could stay there forever. She was just contemplating turning in his arms to face him when there was a banging on the front doors and they jumped apart.

Rumple glanced towards the door and left to answer it without another word. Belle bit her lip looking after him.

"Not so difficult," she whispered.

OUAT

Rumple couldn't quite believe how close he was to Belle. His first thought had simply been to stop her uncovering the mirror but now as he stood with her pressed tightly against his back hands at her waist, he found his blacked heart racing.

Belle was slightly shorter than him even in heels. The crown of her head just barely reached his noise the soft locks brushing against his face. Suddenly the foolish thought occurred to him of how perfectly she fit in his arms as if she belonged there. Belle also made no move to pull away strangely enough although she did ask.

"What happened to them? Your family?"

I was a coward. My wife left me and then I killed her and my son saw me for the monster I was and in the worst mistake of my life I abandoned him. He thought. Yet that wasn't an answer he could give.

"What happened," he whispered not wanting to break the strange spell that seemed to be upon them granting him the opportunity to be this close to her and hold her in his arms this way. The way a part of him had longed to for ages. "Is I'm a difficult man to love." A look of sympathy and something else crossed Belle's face.

Taking a chance, he turned his face ever so slightly into her hair inhaling the scent of roses and old parchment that was always on her. Scents displaying both her beauty and her brilliance. He felt her begin to shift slightly but before anything further could happen there was a loud pounding at the door. The spell was broken and they jumped apart. Nervous of her reaction Rumple swiftly left to deal with the intruder feeling rather murderous.

The doors opened revealing none other than Belle's brutish former fiancée. Gaston, she had called him he recalled. The knight pointed his sword at Rumple.

"I am Sir Gaston, and you beast have taken..." the following words were cut off as Rumple snapped is fingers and in a swirl of purple smoke Gaston was transformed into a single red rose. Giggling slightly Rumple picked up the rose and returned inside holding the flower behind his back.

"Who was that?" asked Belle. Deciding against telling her about her former fiancée's fate he simply said.

"Just an old woman selling flowers." He pulled out the rose smiling slightly. "Here, if you'll have it." The bright smile that lit up Belle's face made her even more beautiful if that was possible.

"Why thank you," she said accepting the rose. She curtsied and he bowed. For a moment it was as if they were a regular couple courting. Then she turned and headed towards the cabinet to get a vase. Rumple placed his hands together watching her unable to keep the smile off his face.

"You had a life before this Belle. Friends, family, what made you decide to come here with me? he asked taking a seat at the table. She'd said before that she'd done it for the sake of her people because it was the right thing and one life outweighed many. Yet he still wondered what could drive someone to think that way. Belle glanced back at him.

"Heroism. Sacrifice. You know there aren't a lot of opportunities for women in this land to show what they can do. To see the world. To be heroes." she brought the vase over to the table and began to prune the rose.

"So when you arrived, that was my chance. I always wanted to be brave. I figured, do the brave thing, and bravery would follow."

"And is it everything you hoped?" asked Rumple slightly sarcastically. Belle came over to sit on the table in front of him.

"For the most part yes, I saved my kingdom, I've seen a bit of the world, and I've gained someone very dear to me." she smiled at him softly.

"And what about your betrothed?" asked Rumple she'd not spoken often of her fiancée but the few times she had it had never sounded like he'd treated her particularly well. Belle scoffed rolling her eyes slightly.

"It was an arranged marriage. Honestly, I never really cared much for Gaston." Rumple smirked feeling a slight rush of satisfaction at her words.

"No, to me, love...love is layered. Love is a mystery to be uncovered. I could never truly give my heart to someone as superficial as he." Rumple stared at her shaking his head slightly in awe and he knew in that moment he could no longer put off what he had so been dreading. He loved her too much to keep her here solely on the basis of a deal.

Belle leaned forward slightly.

"I was wondering, would you be willing to tell me about your son?" he heard the gentle hesitation in her tone. Rumple sighed internally and steepled his fingers.

"I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal." Belle raised an eyebrow. "Go to town and fetch me some straw. When you return, I'll share my tale."

"It's a deal," said Belle and Rumple felt his heart break a little.

OUAT

Belle hurried to the entry way but was surprised to see Rumple wasn't wearing his cloak.

"Aren't you coming?" she asked as part of their rules for the village was for him to escort her.

"No," he said softly.

"So, you finally trust me to come back," she said with a small smile however Rumple simply looked slightly sad and resigned as he gently pulled the hood of her cloak up for her his amber gaze fixed on her blue one.

"Oh no, I expect I'll never see you again. You see, your kingdom is safe forever, whatever you choose."

"What?" asked Belle in confusion.

"You're a clever woman, I'm sure you'll work it out," he said softly. "Goodbye Belle." Then he turned and left the foyer leaving Belle perplexed as she left the castle.

Author's Note: So back into main canon we go. The mirror scene is based on a short-deleted scene that was made for skin deep and really shouldn't have been cut (seriously it's what 12 seconds of footage) but while the writers may have denied us the fluff I certainly will not. The lead up though is a bit different. Also, I'm totally in the camp of Gaston deserved what he got. You don't walk up to threaten an all-powerful sorcerer with nothing but a stick of metal and not expect to die. Seriously did he think Rumple was going to hand her over? Darwin award lol. I also had to make some tweaks with what Rumple tells her when he lets her go that I think made more sense. I never really bought canon Belle wanting to run off without any assurance that her kingdom was safe. And MY Belle certainly wouldn't. Until next week!

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Belle's legs seemed to move of their own accord as they carried her out of the castle and down the mountain. She was baffled by Rumple's strange behavior.

Why tell her that her kingdom was safe? She knew that much and trusted him to keep his bargain. Except he had also mentioned "her choice."

But what choice was that?

"I expect I'll never see you again." The words rang over and over again in her head the resigned and sad tone of his voice tugging at her heart. He expected her to leave him. And then it hit her...

No. Rumple didn't just expect her to leave him. He was giving her the choice. The chance to go back home and still have her kingdom protected. He must have known she'd never leave if it would come at the cost of her kingdom, not that that had been the sole reason for her staying for a while if she were being honest, so he'd assured her there would be no consequences for leaving.

For a moment Belle considered it. She did miss her father terribly and it would be wonderful to see him again. Once the choice would have been clear. And yet now...her thoughts strayed back to Rumplestiltskin. To their tea time talks and nights by the fire. To cleaning while she listened to the sound of him spinning. To his morbid jokes and the way, he let her speak her mind, the impressed genuine smile he'd give when she made a particular point. It occurred to her that she'd felt freer in the past several months in Rumplestiltskin's castle than she had in her fathers, not to mention a good deal happier. Rumple made her happier.

She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt if she left, she'd never see him again. Could she stand that? Could she stand to lose him. More importantly perhaps why was it that she was so unwilling to lose him. Something inside her said it was more than friendship. If she returned home, she'd likely also lose Jefferson, Alice, and Grace and while she disliked the idea it didn't fill her with the same ache that the thought of losing Rumple did.

Belle's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hooves she glanced behind and saw a jet-black carriage was coming up behind her.

OUAT

Rumple watched Belle's green cloaked figure until it was nothing more than a speck in the distance. His heart, or what was left of it, was already aching and she'd only just left.

He desperately wanted to believe that Pip was right and that she would come back but how could he? He knew what he was a coward and a monster. Belle might not yet have seen the former but surely no matter what she said, when given the opportunity to leave and have a normal life she'd realize how wrong she was.

Who would pick him when someone like her could have a hundred handsome young men like Gaston worshipping at her feet?

"But she didn't want Gaston," said a comforting voice that sounded strangely like his childhood friend Rowena. She had often said he didn't give himself enough credit though he figured she might be a bit biased. Odd duck that she was they'd been friends for so long he figured she might have just been deluding herself.

"Yes maybe not Gaston, but there are plenty of nice men out there with a brain in their head who would treat her well." He argued aloud.

"Yes, who could ever want you. She's beautiful and pure, something like that won't want to be corrupted by darkness," scoffed Nimue. Unlike Row's voice this one unfortunately had something of a consciousness.

"We could more...forcibly corrupt her...or could have if you weren't such a sentimental fool," added Zoso and Rumple scowled at the most perverted of his predecessors.

"She deserves to go free and live her own life," he said firmly gripping the workbench.

"And that's what will make our darling girl return. She'll see that secret side of you," some of Jefferson's words came back to Rumple echoing in his mind in the Hatter's jovial tone.

"Oh don't delude yourself she'll leave and never return," snarled another one of his predecessors.

"It's better anyway you don't need her. You only need us," Nimue crooned.

"ENOUGH!" shouted Rumple.

"She's gone. She may or may not come back but it WILL be her choice."

Granted he didn't entirely think the voices were entirely wrong about the unlikelihood of her choosing to return to him. But a part of him, a part he had buried for a long time, didn't want to give up on the shred of hope Rowena and the Hatter's voices offered.

Resigned to the fact that he was not going to get any work done Rumple moved to the window in his tower and took up a position that gave him a good vantage point of the entrance to the castle. If...IF she came back, he'd see her immediately. Not caring how pathetic it sounded he whispered.

"Please come back..."

OUAT

Belle stepped to the side of the road hoping the carriage would pass by. Unfortunately, it pulled to a stop. The door opened and women with black hair, dressed in regal red and black garments leaned out smiling. It might have been made to look friendly but Belle detected something almost predatory about the way the woman looked at her.

"I'm sorry did my carriage splash you?" she asked.

"No, I'm fine," said Belle with a curtsy before beginning to move on however she was stopped as the woman got out of her carriage calling to her guards.

"You know, I'm tired of riding. Let me stretch my legs and walk with you for a spell."

Unable to say no to someone so very clearly above her in status Belle gave a polite smile as the woman began to walk alongside her one hand on a black parasol in the shape of a spiderweb.

"You carry very little."

"I don't want to be slowed down." said Belle. True enough. Whatever her choice though she was leaning more and more towards the Dark Castle she didn't want to be weighed down.

"Mm. You're running from someone." The woman laughed and it sounded cold. "The question is, master or lover?" Belle chose not to answer the woman wasn't correct in her guess about her running but she wasn't willing to give up too much information.

"Oh. Master and lover." Hoping to shake her Belle paused.

"I might take a rest. You—you go on ahead." The woman however ignored her swinging an arm about Belle's shoulders and propelling her on.

"So, if I'm right, you love your employer, but you're leaving him." Belle was soon figuring that evading wasn't getting her ANYWHERE and more likely than not the woman probably already guessed she worked for Rumplestiltskin given the road they were on. So she decided to give up a small amount of information.

"I do love him. But there's an evil that's taken root inside of him." And it was true she realized it as she said the words. Belle did love Rumple, those stirring feelings she had been getting every time they were in close proximity. It was love. And she loved him even with his darkness. Yet he had himself admitted it was a burden. Surely one he would be happier without.

"Sounds like a curse to me, and all curses can be broken. A kiss born of True Love would do it." Belle stopped dead. True love. Could that be the answer? The woman laughed.

"Oh, child, no. I would never suggest a young woman to kiss a man who held her captive. What kind of message is that?"

"Right."

"Besides, if he loves you, he would've let you go. And if he doesn't love you, well then, the kiss won't even work."

"Well, he did let me go." said Belle aloud more to herself.

"Yes, but no kiss happened." said the woman. Belle turned to her. She emanated the same aura of magic that Rumple did and a part of her was quite certain she couldn't trust her. But a curse being broken by true loves kiss was an objective fact, wasn't it?

"And a kiss—a kiss is enough?"

"True love's kiss will break any curse." said the woman leaning in. By now they had nearly reached the village.

"Well, I shall leave you. Thank you for the company," said the woman. Belle curtsied and then practically ran into the village to get the straw.

She had made her choice. Belle loved Rumplestiltskin and she was going to return to him. She'd break his curse and free him of his burden. She would be his hero. Because surely the woman was right about one thing. Rumple letting her go indicated that he loved her. Alice's words from many months ago echoed in Belle's head.

"Oh it's about more than just words, I think you know a man loves you when he does something truly extraordinary. Something with some real weight that shows you how much you mean to him."

Rumple NEVER broke deals and yet he had released Belle from her end of the deal she had made with him. It HAD to be a sign he loved her. Well, she was going to find out for sure once she got back to the castle. Once she had the straw, she began the trek back hurrying as fast as she could towards her home and her love.

Author's Note: So, a few things different here upon reflection canon Belle does sound a bit too much like her love for Rumple is conditional on him no longer having that darkness. That isn't really the case but that's kind of how it comes off so I've altered the dialogue a bit. She's already spoken with him about how it's a burden so she's making the jump in logic he would want it broken. She loves him as is but can see the toll that being the dark one takes so her thought is just break the curse. Belle's also a little more skeptical about the woman in the black carriage but she sees the information about TLK just as a piece of fairly common information. I also found it interesting to explore what was going through Rumple's head while he waited. In case it isn't clear the voices of the Dark Ones actually are the Dark ones talking while when I mention voices like Jefferson's or Rowena's is more Rumple's own consciousness using the voices of someone close to him as a counter to the dark ones. If you like the story please leave a note in the comments below. Until next week (no exclamation point because I'm not looking forward to writing that one)

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It was nearing dusk and Rumple was getting ready to leave is spot where he stood sentinel. After all he really was only kidding himself that she would return.

Then a flash of blue caught his eye and he blinked to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Belle was walking into the castle courtyard.

She was back! Forgetting the little fact that he could teleport Rumple raced down the steps from the tower two at a time reaching the Great Hall he just managed to take a seat at his spinning wheel when the doors opened and Belle came in cheeks slightly pink from the chill.

"Oh, you're back already. Good. Good thing. I'm, uh... I'm nearly out of straw." Rumple internally cursed his own stuttering. He was a better liar than that. Belle smirked knowingly as she came closer setting down the basket next to the wheel.

"Hmm. Come on, you're happy that I'm back."

"I'm not unhappy." replied Rumple and Belle laughed walking behind him and briefly placing her hands on his shoulders.

"You promised me a story." she removed the thread from his hand.

"Did I?" said Rumple distracted by her close proximity as she placed a hand on his knee and leaned forward.

"Mm-hmm. You were going to tell me about your son." A part of Rumple did want to tell her more about Bae but he was still utterly shocked and perplexed by the fact that she was back.

"Uh... I lost him. There's nothing more to tell, really." Belle gave him a sympathetic look and grasped his hand.

"And since then, you've loved no one, and no one has loved you." Well, she'd hit the nail on the head there. After all who could love a beast? Rumple leaned closer to her.

"Why did you come back?" Belle glanced down before meeting his eyes again and he stared into the deep pools of blue desperate for her answer.

"I realized, I didn't want to leave you," she said and then the distance between their faces closed and they were kissing. Her lips were as soft as he had always imagined and he closed his eyes and then a strange feeling over took him. The voices in his head began to roar in protest and he felt as if the dark curse which had so deeply ingrained itself within him was being drawn out like poison from a wound.

"What's happening?" he asked opening his eyes to see Belle smiling at him. She ran a hand through his hair her hand coming to rest on his shoulders.

"Kiss me again, it's working."

"What is?" said Rumple and then he glanced down and saw to his horror that the scaled flesh he had grown so used to seeing ever day had begun to turn pink and human.

"Any curse can be broken by true loves kiss," said Belle and Rumple abruptly stood up anger, paranoia, and betrayal filling him. Belle looked hurt but he ignored it.

"Who, told you that!? Who knows that!?" he demanded.

"I-I-I don't know. A woman I met on the road. She, uh... she—she--" She. There could only be one she who would have been travelling on the road whom he could think of that was behind this. Regina.

He strode to the mirror ripping off the cover and speaking into it.

"You... evil... soul. This was you! You turned her against me! You think you can make me weak? You think you can defeat me!?"

"Who are you talking to?" asked Belle and he had to admit she was doing a good job of playing dumb because surely it was all an act.

"The Queen! Your friend, the Queen! How did she get to you?"

"The-the Queen? I don't--" Belle continued to look confused but Rumple didn't let himself believe a word of it. There really was no way that she really loved him. He'd been a fool to think so.

"I knew this was a trick." He snarled turning on her. "I knew you could never care for me. Oh, yeah. You're working for her. Or is this all you? Is this you being the hero and killing the beast?

"It was working--" yes, yes it had been and he'd nearly been left powerless.

"Shut up!" he yelled.

"This means it's true love!" insisted Belle stepping towards him trying to take his hands but he pulled away. He couldn’t let himself believe her. He’d opened his heart and looked what had happened he couldn’t risk this not being real.

"Shut the hell up!"

"Why won't you believe me?!" Belle shouted back.

"Because no one--No one could ever, ever love me!" he bellowed shaking her. And it was true Milah, hadn't, Cora hadn't, it had been idiotic to think someone like Belle could. He knew he was losing control but even in his fury he couldn't bring himself to harm her so he grabbed her arm and teleported her to the dungeons tossing her in and closing the door. Putting a barrier between her and the beast.

Then he returned to the Great Hall rage and betrayal swirling within in him. He grabbed his old walking stick. A symbol of his cowardice and used it to smash the breakfront the glass panes shattering on after another.

"That's right! Nobody could ever love you! We told you she'd only hurt you!" hissed Zoso.

"She wants to take your power to make you weak. She doesn't actually care about you," scoffed Nimue.

With the breakfront all but destroyed Rumple moved on to the tea set. The one he had set out just in case she had come back.

"She played you for a fool just like Cora," hissed Nimue. Rumple began throwing the cups at the wall one after another until he picked up the chipped cup. Staring at it, Rumple couldn't bring himself to destroy it. He gazed at it sadly. He couldn't let his curse be broken he wasn't entirely sure whether he ever did want it broken, but he couldn't risk losing his power. For one thing he needed it to find Bae.

"Kill her!" snarled the many voices of the Dark Ones. But Rumple shook his head.

"No. I can't kill her." Even if she had betrayed him, he could never bring himself to kill Belle. He'd rather die himself. He'd send her away. Away from him where she couldn't be a danger to his power and where he could never be a danger to her.

OUAT

Belle began to weep as she sat in the dungeon. How had everything gone so wrong?

Oh yes, she'd kissed him. And even though it had begun to break his curse, proving they were true love he'd rejected her. That stung. But what pained her even more had been his face and tone as he'd told her that nobody could ever love him.

He truly believed that. Belle had no idea how she could convince him otherwise. Clearly the evidence of True Love's Kiss wasn't enough. She was also now deeply regretting ever listening to a word the Evil Queen, as she now knew the woman to be, had said.

How could Rumple believe she'd ever work to harm him though? Surely after all this time he knew her better than that. Apparently, a chance meeting with the Evil Queen was enough to toss all that trust out the window.

She wondered what he would do. She could hear smashing coming from the great hall and sighed. Clearly Rumple was as unhappy as she. Yet even now after he had shouted at her Belle didn't believe he'd harm her. After all he'd at least bothered to separate her from him before going on a rampage.

It seemed ages before the door to the cell finally opened and Rumplestiltskin entered the cell.

"So, what now?" asked Belle.

"Go." he said shortly refusing to look at her.

"Go?" asked Belle in surprise.

"I don't want you anymore, dearie." Belle didn't believe him. But she also was hurt and if he was going to be a fool and shut her out so be it. Love wasn't everything. She got up and smoothed out her skirts. However just before she reached the door to the cell she stopped. Her heart breaking. She wasn't going to let him have the last word on this one. She strode back to face Rumplestiltskin. How far they had come, that she would have once been afraid to do this. Yet clearly not far enough.

"You know, you were freeing yourself. You could have had happiness if you just believed that someone could want you." She saw Rumplestiltskin's amber eyes narrow. "But you couldn't take that chance."

"That's a lie." hissed Rumplestiltskin. Belle took another step closer and felt some of the hurt and anger that had built up since his rejection burst forth.

"You're a coward, Rumplestiltskin. And no matter how thick you make your skin, that doesn't change," Rumplestiltskin scoffed though she thought she detected a hint of hurt flash briefly in his eyes.

"I'm not a coward, dearie. It's quite simple, really. My power... means more to me than you." Belle shook her head.

"No. No, it doesn't. You just don't think I can love you. Now, you've made your choice. And you're going to regret it." her voice began to tremble slightly. "Forever. And all you'll have... is an empty heart... " her voice broke, "and a chipped cup." Unwilling to totally break down in front of him Belle turned on her heel and left even as her heart remained in the dungeon.

OUAT

"You're a coward, Rumplestiltskin. And no matter how thick you make your skin, that doesn't change." Rumplestiltskin scoffed although the words cut deep. How often had he heard them both in his own mind and repeated by countless others. But he'd never imagined Belle would say them. And somehow hearing those words from her mouth hurt more than they ever had from Milah. In fact, they hurt as much as when his own son had shouted them over the portal.

"I'm not a coward, dearie. It's quite simple, really. My power... means more to me than you." it was a lie. He loved Belle but he needed his power and he couldn't risk losing it to her love. Belle being Belle clearly didn't believe him.

"No. No, it doesn't. You just don't think I can love you. Now, you've made your choice. And you're going to regret it." her voice began to tremble slightly. "Forever. And all you'll have... is an empty heart... " her voice broke making Rumple want to do nothing more than pull her into his arms and apologize, "and a chipped cup." He watched her go walking out of his castle and his life. Rumple closed his eyes against the sharp pain in his heart for already she was leaving an empty hole in his heart where she had once been.

Author's Note: AHHHH! I hated and loved writing this. I still cry whenever I watch this bit. I hope this didn’t come off as too much copy and paste, I did change a few lines. Unfortunately, we aren't going to get a quick resolution to this. So up next Belle strikes out on her own to have some adventures! Thank you so much to everyone who has read and commented if you like the story or heck even if you have thoughts on how it could be improved, please take a moment to leave a note below telling me your thoughts! Until next time.

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Before setting out from the castle a second time Belle made a few preparations changing from her dress into a pair of tall brown boots and dark leather breeches, over it went a gold shirt and a maroon leather jerkin with slightly poofy gold and maroon striped shoulders and maroon leather sleeves. She finished the look off with a black belt cinching the jerkin around her waist and a gold scarf around her neck.

Next, she packed plenty of food as well as taking some of the gold thread from next to Rumplestiltskin's wheel. It wasn't really stealing. After all, if the infuriating man was throwing her out at the very least, he could provide her with the means to support herself on her travels. Lastly Belle packed a few books in her satchel before walking to the front doors.

A part of her desperately hoped that Rumple would change his mind and stop her. Yet she'd given him plenty of time to change his mind. Belle took one final look around the castle that had become her home and many happy memories flew through her head. She would miss this place. But she wouldn't stay where she wasn't wanted. Taking a deep breath Belle turned around and left the Dark Castle for good this time.

OUAT

Belle really didn't have anywhere specific in mind as far as where to go. She figured that she'd eventually return to her father. But returning there also meant returning to the confines of her old life and she wasn't quite ready for that. Perhaps she could do a bit of exploring first.

So, she travelled slightly aimlessly away from the Dark Castle, camping in the forest when the weather allowed or other times staying at inns though she was careful to be sparing with her gold.

One night a few weeks after Belle had left Rumplestiltskin she was sitting in a tavern reading and drinking a mug of ale when she overheard several dwarves talking loudly

"I don't know. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I don't feel at all like myself. Maybe I should have Doc take a look at me." said a dark-haired dwarf. The white-haired one across from him shook his head.

"You're going to trust a dwarf that got his medical degree from a pick axe? I wouldn't worry about it. Dwarves don't get sick. It must be in your head." Belle smiled sadly because she very much recognized those symptoms having experienced them all too well recently.

"It's not in his head – it's in his heart. You're in love." The white-haired dwarf scoffed.

"Well, that's impossible. Dwarves can't fall in love."

"Says who?" said Belle.

"The blue fairy." Belle recalled Rumple's unpleasant opinions about the head fairy and judging by what she seemed to have been telling these dwarfs maybe he wasn't wrong. Still, she decided to focus on the lovestruck dwarf.

"Well maybe the blue fairy doesn't know everything. Trust me. I know love, and you're in it." The white-haired dwarf dismissed her but the dark haired one turned and came to sit by her.

"What's it like?" Belle smiled fondly thinking back on all her happy memories of times with Rumple. Of the hours the two of them had spent getting to know each other. If only he'd trusted her enough to believe she could love him.

"It's the most wonderful and amazing thing in the world. Love is hope. It fuels our dreams. And if you're in it, you need to enjoy it. Because love doesn't always last forever." She'd learnt that the hard way. She'd had true love and lost it before she'd fully realized the importance of what she had.

"But, if love's so great, then why do I feel so bad right now?" asked the dwarf.

"You need to be with the person you love." explained Belle. It certainly explained why she felt so miserable. She was doing her best to distract herself with this journey but there was also a part of her that simply wanted to be back in Rumple's arms the way she had been during that moment with the mirror.

"Yeah, but how do I know she feels the same way? All she talked about was going to see some fireflies – not loving me." Belle quirked an eyebrow.

"What... what did she tell you about these fireflies?"

"Uh, that she was going to go see them on the hilltop tonight. That she heard they were the most beautiful sight in all the land. What?" Belle laughed at his confused look. Men really were clueless.

"She wasn't telling you about the fireflies. She was inviting you to go be with her."

"You think so?" asked the dwarf hopefully.

"I've had my heart broken enough to know when somebody's reaching out. Now go. Find your love, find your hope, find your dreams."

"Alright I'll do it!" exclaimed the dwarf. "Thank you..." he broke off waiting for her name.

"Belle," she finished for him.

"I'm Dreamy. Thank you, Belle." She watched the dwarf turn and run out of the tavern. She could only hope his love wasn't as ill-fated as hers had been.

OUAT

The following night Belle was once again reading in the tavern. Nearby a man was speaking,

"There's a fearsome beast ravaging a faraway kingdom. Its eyes burn with fire. They call it the yaoguai. No man has been able to kill it, but we will. There's room on our wagon. Now, who's going to join us?"

As much as she wanted adventure a part of her was still nervous about taking it. She heard footsteps and looked up to see the dwarf from the previous night approaching.

"Dreamy, right?" said Belle as the dwarf smiled at her.

"Yes. I came to thank you. That advice you gave me last night? It worked. Nova and I are running away together." Belle felt her face burst into the first true smile since before she had kissed Rumple.

"That... That's wonderful!"

"Why don't you sign up?" suggested Dreamy nodding towards the group of men preparing to fight the yaoguai. Belle bit her lip uncertainly.

"I, um... I've always dreamt of heroics, but... I think it's safer I stick to my books. They're the only adventures I know that have happy endings." That was certainly true enough. Books didn't have the constantly changing variables that were real people.

"Well, maybe this one'll have one, too." said the dwarf encouragingly. Belle still felt unsure after all she didn't exactly have the best track record.

"Well, yeah, I doubt it. Last time I faced a beast, it... It didn't end well."

"What are you talking about?" said Dreamy looking confused. Belle brushed him off. There was no way she was going to be able to explain to someone especially a virtual stranger that she was in love with the Dark One. Sadly, Rumple's reputation went contrary to Belle's word and most people would probably just think her delusional.

"Men, follow me. The Yaoguai awaits." called the man from earlier. Men began to file out of the tavern.

"Get on that wagon. Go. Take a chance." Taking a deep breath Belle nodded. After all that really was what she had set out to do. Have an adventure. Do the brave thing and bravery will follow.

"Thank you." said Belle giving the dwarf a hug. She packed up her books and made to leave but Dreamy stopped her.

"Wait! Belle. It's fairy dust. Might come in handy." he handed her a small satchel. Belle was hesitant remembering her discussion with Rumple.

"Oh, no... Thank you, all magic comes at a price I'm not sure if I'm willing to pay it."

"Dark magic comes with a price. Fairies use this for good. Now go be a hero." Belle paused. She still thought Dreamy was wrong and was reminded again of her talk with Rumple and how the fairies perpetuated the myth that their magic came without a cost. Still. There was no harm in accepting it. Who was to say that she actually had to use it?

"Okay." Belle took the pouch and tied it to her belt. Then leaving the tavern she joined the men and went off to have her adventure.

Author's Note: So Belle’s a little more careful about going around using magic in this version. I do hope people notice the dialogue changes since a lot of this is copy/paste. I promise Dreamy and Nova are actually both going to minorly come back a bit in my story because I was dissatisfied with how the writers handled them as well. It won't be anything major but we'll get mentions of them along the line. Also another reason Blue was an absolute hag in my opinion Nova ABSOLUTELY could have been a fairy godmother but the blue bug was too prejudiced to let a cross species relationship happen. At least that's my read. I also think Grumpy/Dreamy could have been a good friend to Belle so that may come into play when we reach Storybrooke. I have gotten some confusion over when the story is going to diverge from canon to which I can only say please bear with me as we have a little while further to go. I really hope that doesn't turn people off. I PROMISE IT WILL COME SOON. If you are enjoying (or at least tolerating it enough to keep reading lol) the story please leave your thoughts in the comments below it really is important to me. Until next time!

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The men weren't particularly pleased about Belle joining them but fortunately didn't seem to put up too much of an argument. At first. Belle sat on the back of the wagon a book of symbols written in the language of the yaoguai's country of origin open on her lap.

"What's that?" asked one man.

"Uh, a book? I trust you've seen them before." quipped Belle in a manner reminiscent of the one she would have used with Rumple. The man however was neither as witty or as amused by her answer and instead scoffed.

"You expect to defeat the fiercest creature in the land with a book."

"Maybe she means to bore it to death." snickered another. Belle rolled her eyes.

"It will tell us how to find the yaoguai."

"These are just scribbles." objected the first man and Belle gave an exasperated sigh desperately wishing for the intelligent company of her true love.

"It's called another language. And one that I know how to translate." One benefit of being thought odd back home was that it also led to being largely ignored leaving Belle to pursue whatever intellectual pursuits she pleased. Studying other languages was one particular passion and it now came in useful.

"What?" said the second man now finally showing interest. Typical men like that only showed interest in what a woman had to say when it obviously benefitted them.

"Oh, I thought it was just scribbles?" she said mockingly. Goodness Rumple really had rubbed off on her. There was a time she'd never have dared use that tone with a male.

"We're here to protect the land, girl. If that book tells us where to go, you shall share it with us." said the first man threateningly. Belle honestly didn't believe a word from his mouth and had had just about enough travelling with them.

"It says we'll find the yaoguai by the lake." she lied smoothly.

"The lake, you say?" said the first man.

"Yes." answered Belle without flinching.

"You heard her, Claude! We're going to the lake!" the man called then he swiftly shoved her off the wagon. Belle barely managed to catch herself as the wagon began to speed away.

"Wait!" called Belle faking a look of distress but the men only laughed. Once they were a good distance away Belle brushed off her book which had fallen in the mud when she caught herself and with a smug smile called.

"Enjoy the lake!" she then looked down at the book and read a passage aloud to herself.

"The yaoguai prefers mountain habitats to all others. The yaoguai hibernates by day, hunts by night."

OUAT

Following what the book indicated about the creature Belle managed to track her way to a small cave in the nearby forest that resided higher up in the mountains. Approaching she could hear heavy breathing and saw a faint glow of orange likely the result of the creature's fiery body.

Please be asleep. Belle thought she still had a decent amount of daylight left. Carefully Belle drew her dagger however just as she neared the entrance her foot stepped on a branch which snapped. The Yaoguai sat up turning fiery eyes on Belle and charged out of the cave towards her Belle made to run but tripped and fell.

She was just thinking this was a rather pathetic way to die when the sound of an arrow being let loose rang out and Belle looked up to see a woman with tanned skin and black hair shoot an arrow at the Yaoguai scaring it off.

"How ever can I thank you? Y-you saved my life." said Belle getting up. The woman scowled rounding on her.

"And you ruined my hunt. It took me weeks to track the yaoguai here." Feeling slightly miffed as it had been an accident Belle said.

"Yeah. I found it in a day." The woman scoffed.

"You had luck on your side." Belle shook her head.

"No, not luck. It was this." she held up her book. Now feeling a little guilty about ruining things for the woman she added. "I could, uh... I can help you find it again." The woman however shook her head.

"You've done enough damage already. If you really want to help? Stay out of my way." then she stormed off leaving Belle alone in the clearing feeling like a bit of a failure.

OUAT

Belle made her way back to the tavern. So much for adventures. Maybe she really wasn't such a great heroine. She'd saved her people but really in the end it hadn't turned out to be much of a sacrifice. She'd tried saving Rumple and that had blown up in her face. And now she'd gone after the Yaoguai only to nearly get trampled.

With night coming she'd need to regroup and think of a new plan. Belle made he way to the well in front of the tavern and was midway through getting herself some water when suddenly she found herself accosted by the men from earlier.

"The yaoguai wasn't at the lake." snarled the man that had kicked her from the cart as two others pinned her against the well. Belle tried to play it calm.

"I'm, uh... I'm sorry. I... I must've misread that one." Unfortunately, for her the men didn't appear to believe her.

"See, you know what I think happened? I think you sent us in the wrong direction on purpose." Belle opened her mouth to deny it, or possibly try a last ditch attempt at calling Rumplestiltskin, when suddenly one of the men standing behind the fellow interrigating her fell to the ground having been hit. Belle looked up and saw Mulan emerging from the crowd

"Let her go."

"This isn't your fight, solider." Snarled the man in front of Belle who she finally remembered was called Francis. Francis drew his sword turning on Mulan. Despite being unarmed she twisted him onto the ground losing her helmet in the process and revealing her long raven hair, and more importantly her gender.

"Wait. You're a-" Francis didn't get to finish his sentence as Mulan punched him in the face knocking him out.

"Yeah, I know." Then she turned to the two holding Belle.

"Go." seemingly taking the hint the men released her and left.

"I didn't expect to see you again. Thank you." said Belle genuinely. Mulan shrugged.

"I had to put up with brutes like them when I served in the Emperor's army. Fools who think we have no business holding a sword. I only wish there was someone there to stand up for me." Mulan grimaced in pain and grabbed her knee which Belle could now see had been wounded.

"You're bleeding." she said in concern promptly wishing she had snagged some healing potions from Rumple's tower. They'd been working on how to brew a potion that could mend injuries in a few minutes. Sadly, she'd left before they ever finished it. Mulan brushed her off.

"I'll survive. The sun should be setting soon. We need to move out."

"What... What... What do you mean, 'we'?" asked Belle who had been under the impression the woman wanted nothing to do with her.

"You tracked the yaoguai in a matter of hours. It took me weeks. You track the beast, and I'll kill it." Belle beamed.

"I'd be honored to help you."

OUAT

Using the information from the book Belle was able to pick up on the traces of sulfur in the forest as well as some of the prints, indicating what direction the Yaoguai had taken. It seemed tracking was something she was fairly good at.

"So what brings you on this journey?" asked Mulan.

"Oh well I always wanted an adventure and a friend advised me this was a chance to take a shot at it." explained Belle.

"I take it you were nobility," said Mulan and Belle was taken aback for a moment before remembering her conversation with Rumple what seemed like ages ago now about how you could tell a lot about a person's background from how they acted.

"Yes I was. I'm originally from Avalonea."

"Most nobility don't let their daughters run around on adventures," commented Mulan.

"Well I'm a bit of a special case. The short version of my story is that I made a deal to save my kingdom in exchange for being a sorcerer's maid. I fell in love with said sorcerer and he with me but it didn't work out and now I'm trying to see the world and distract myself from heartbreak," Belle said this last part slighty sadly. She kept the details vague as mentioning Rumple's name specifically could very well have a negative effect given his reputation.

"You fell in love with a sorcerer?" said Mulan in surprise. Belle sighed a small smile coming to her face at the thought of her love.

"Yes. Everyone thought him a beast. Including himself. But he really isn't so bad once you get to know him."

"He was a fool to throw you away."

"Yes," sighed Belle. "Yes, he was. Truthfully, I think he was scared. But tell me what is your story? I don't meet many female warriors."

"When war came to my village every family had to contribute a male to fight. My father was the only male in our family but he was wounded so in the dead of night I snuck out cut my hair and took his place pretending to be a man."

"And it worked?!" asked Belle. Mulan smiled grimly.

"For a while. I was discovered and banished however upon discovering out enemies plot I returned to warn my captain. With the help of him and some of my comrades we were able to save the Emperor. As a reward I was granted a place in his army."

"That sounds wonderful and incredibly brave." Mulan shrugged.

"It wasn't all I could have wished I still had to keep proving myself in the day to day workings of the army. Recently I heard that this creature was attacking my old village so I begged a leave of absence and have returned to try and slaughter it to save my people.

"I quite agree." said Belle. They needed to stop this creature before someone else got killed by it. Checking the notations in the book Belle said.

"It's just ahead." She pointed just over a ridge. Below them was a burning village.

"You found it. Your books serve you well." said Mulan who probably would have looked impressed were it not for the sight of the village below. Suddenly Mulan cringed in pain.

"Mulan, your leg's getting worse." Belle observed stepping closer in an attempt to help.

"No." said the woman gritting her teeth. "I have to protect my village." She attempted to walk but collapsed into Belle's arms. Belle lowered her to the ground.

"You can't even walk. How are you going to kill the yaoguai?" she said rationally. A look Belle wasn't sure she liked crossed Mulan's face.

"I'm not. You are." Belle took a step back in shock.

"Me? I... I'm... I'm... I'm not a soldier."

"You have good instincts. You tracked down that beast faster than I ever could."

"Uh, tracking it and killing it are not the same thing." said Belle her heart beating fast at the thought of facing the beast.

"There was once a time when people didn't think that I had what it took, either, but I proved them wrong."

"How?" asked Belle recalling Mulan's story. She really couldn't imagine how someone rather ordinary like her, could prove themselves the way Mulan did.

"By showing them that I had the warrior spirit. Once I found something worth fighting for, I fought for it with everything that I had. I never gave up. Belle... The fate of my village depends on you."

"I'm nowhere near as brave as you," said Belle.

"You've already shown a different kind of bravery Belle. You went defenseless to stay with a sorcerer purely for the sake of your people. If that isn't bravery I don't know what is. You have a warrior spirit of your own. Now is the time to let it show once more."

She unbuckled her sword and handed it to Belle.

"Don't be afraid."

OUAT

Belle approached the yaoguai which was in the middle of a field as it ran it left a fiery trail behind it. Realizing he'd set the entire area ablaze if she didn't get him away from the flammable field Belle took a risk and yelled in an attempt to coax it towards her and the now abandoned village.

"Over here! Over here!" The creature turned it's head and ran straight for her. Belle positioned herself above the ground water system and drew the sword. She wasn't strong like Mulan and wouldn't be able to beat it while it was still on fire so she needed to weaken it. When the yaoguai approached she slashed the pipes dousing the creature in a blast of water which extinguished the flames.

It flailed helplessly on the ground almost looking pathetic. Belle approached with the sword preparing to end it's life when suddenly she noticed that it was using it's claw to draw symbols on the ground.

"You... You're writing something. Jiu wo. Save me. You need help." She shealthed her sword. Perhaps she was making a mistake but if this creature was intelligent enough to write then there was more to this than met the eye. In fact, it meant it might not even truly be a creature at all. Biting her lip she took out the satchel of fairy dust and prayed there wouldn't be a serious price she'd need to pay for it's usage.

"Let's, uh... Let's give this a try, shall we?"

She sprinkled the fairy dust over the yaoguai and in a puff of purple smoke it transformed into man. His skin was pale and he had dark hair. He was dressed in male with a dark cloak.

"The curse... You broke it." he gasped.

"Someone... Someone did this to you?" asked Belle reaching down to help the man stand.

"Maleficent – an evil sorceress from my kingdom determined to do everything in her power to keep me apart from Aurora, my true love."

"That does sound like her," said Belle remembering her brief encounter with the fallen fairy.

"You've met her." Belle nodded.

"Our paths unfortunately crossed when she tried to use me against the man I love. So, she cursed you?" The man nodded.

"Yes, she exiled me to this land, and turned me into a monster. I tried to warn the villagers, but... No one understood what I really was. Except you."

"Well, you're not the first beast I've faced." shrugged Belle.

"I am forever in your debt. My name is Phillip. Please, tell me how I might repay you."

"My friend's hurt. She... She needs a doctor. As do you. Help me bring her back to the village." said Belle urgently thinking of Mulan. Phillip bowed.

"It would be my honor."

OUAT

They both hurried back to where Mulan was supposed to be waiting

"My... My friend's over that ridge. There she is." Luckily Mulan was still there sitting and looking at the book Belle had left behind.

"Belle. You're alive."

"I, uh... I did it. I defeated the yaoguai. ...With a little help." she smiled slightly and gestured to Phillip.

"Who are you?" asked Mulan warily.

"I was the yaoguai." He answered with a sheepish look.

"He was cursed. So, I helped him. Now he's going to help you." explained Belle

"Wait. You're not coming?" asked Mulan.

Belle shook her head. All this trip she had been thinking of Rumple and Mulan's speech about a different kind of bravery and something worth fighting for had made her realize something. What she and Rumple had was precious even if he was too scared to admit it. But she couldn't let his fear, and her hurt pride at his rejection stop it. He thought she couldn't care for him. But what better way to prove otherwise than returning once more? She wasn't going to give up on her love. Belle wouldn't abandon him. Even if it took ages she WOULD convince him her love was genuine because it was something worth fighting for.

"I have another beast to face. Goodbye." She shook both their hands and then returned Mulan's sword before making her way back towards the road.

Belle walked along it for a while until at last in the very far distance she could make out the Dark Castle's shape. Belle smiled slightly.

"I'm coming home Rumple."

"Isn't that sweet? Still fighting for true love, even to the bitter end." sneered a cold voice from behind her and Belle felt her heart plummet. Turning she found herself facing the Evil Queen, along with several of her men who were escorting a cart with a wooden cage.

"How did you find me?" The Queen laughed.

"You really should be nicer to your traveling companions. Right, Claude? Take her to the tower." Belle reached for her dagger but the guards were too quick. She struggled in vain to throw them off but one petite woman against several armed men and a sorceress weren't great odds.

They dragged her towards the wooden cell shutting her in. The Queen waved her hand and the lock glowed.

"That monster's beyond saving. I'm sparing you a lifetime of pain and misery." Belle glared at the woman who had ruined so much of her chance at happiness and love.

"You... You can't keep us apart forever! I'll fight for him. I'll never stop fighting for him!" she yelled this last bit in a determined tone. The Queen only laughed but Belle knew in her heart that the words she spoke were true she would be reunited with Rumple if it was the last thing she did.

Author's Note: So fun to see Belle have a little adventure and run into Mulan. Again this was largely episode dialogue so I tried to focus on the mindset of the characters. I also had Belle walk away a bit before getting caught because in the show she's literally just over the ridge from Mulan and Phillip so I never got why she didn't just call out. Or why they didn't hear her. Also yes Belle IS getting kidnapped because unfortunately for our dear girl it is a rather important part of their story for both her and Rumple. The course of true love never did run smooth. I did state it canon would diverge AROUND her IMPRISONMENT. So changes to come. If you like the story please leave a note below in the comments it really means a lot! Until next time.

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Belle was thrown in a cold tower in the Queen's castle. She was forced out of her travelling clothes into a plain blue cotton shift that offered little warmth. Then she was chained by her wrists to the stone wall of the tower.

Belle looked around for any sort of escape when that horrible icy voice rang out again and the Queen sauntered into the room looking smug.

Belle didn't bother asking why she was here. It was the same reason the Queens of Darkness had captured her. Leverage. She was leverage against Rumple.

"Enjoying your new room? I do hope you won't try anything stupid like escaping."

"Didn't you hear me back in the woods?" scoffed Belle "I'll never stop fighting for my true love."

"You really think that old monster is your true love? Foolish girl. And even if he were escape from here is impossible."

"Impossible just means it hasn't been done," said Belle repeating what Rumple had once told her. The Evil Queen leaned down and grabbed Belle's face forcing her to look at her.

"Now listen to me girl. You may or may not be his true love. But you did get mighty close to the man. You spent more time with him than anyone which means you must have learned some of his secrets. You're going to tell them to me."

"Because you asked so nicely?" asked Belle sarcastically.

"No because, otherwise I'm going to have you punished." said the Queen with a dark smile.

"Not happening." said Belle. Whatever the Queen did she couldn't make her betray Rumple.

"So be it." The Queen shoved her hand into Belle's chest and Belle gasped as she felt the woman attempt to pull out her heart. The pressure was painful but her heart refused to budge.

"What?" said the Evil Queen in shock as she removed her hand and Belle actually smirked.

"I worked in his castle, I'm his true love. You didn't seriously believe he wouldn't provide me with some form of protection against people like you?" The Evil Queen snarled.

"Then I suppose we'll have to try more primitive methods.

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Remembering the near flaying that Robin hood had gotten at Rumple's hands Belle figured she'd gotten off lucky with the few cracks of the whip.

"Well?" asked the Queen when the guards paused.

"You really must be miserable to want to inflict so much pain on other people. I feel sorry for you." gasped out Belle. The Evil Queen scowled and ordered her to be taken back to the tower though not before she had cleaned the cuts with a wave of her hand.

At Belle's confused look she sneered.

"Don't think it's mercy. I can't have you getting infected and dying before you can be of use to me, can I?"

And there it was. And then it clicked in Belle's head. The Queen wouldn't kill her or even break her because she needed Belle in good enough condition to be worth trading or using against Rumple. Not a pleasant thought but one that made Belle realize that she could stick this out.

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The Queen's next attempt perhaps a month or so later was demanding answers and cutting Belle with a knife each time she refused. The trick being the knife wound healed over instantly though the pain remained for a while.

This too proved a failure. Oh, Belle did end up crying out in pain but not a single word about Rumple would she let loose causing the Queen to leave her again.

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The last variation the Evil Queen came up with was one that actually worried Belle as the woman stepped into the room holding a bottle of pale gold liquid that Belle recognized from Rumple's laboratory.

"Do you know what this is girl?" asked the Queen.

"Apple juice?" quipped Belle tiredly.

"Truth potion," answered the Evil Queen with a wicked grin then fast as a viper she grabbed Belle and forced the potion down her throat. Belle felt the cool liquid slide down her throat and did her best to try and think of a way around this. The Evil Queen released her and Belle slid back against the wall.

Her mind was running a mile a minute trying to think a way around this. Then it it her. Loopholes. She'd lived with the king of them. She might not be able to lie but maybe she could get around giving away anything important.

"Now we'll get some proper answers." said the Queen. "Now tell me something that no one else knows about Rumplestiltskin."

"He takes his tea with two sugars and gets picky if you don't add the right amount of milk." answered Belle. The Queens eyes narrowed.

"You KNOW that isn't what I mean."

"You asked for something nobody else knows. I honestly don't know why you think he'd have told me anything. He's a closed off person."

"But he trusts you."

"No. He doesn't." said Belle careful with the tense that she used. He had trusted her once but that had fallen by the wayside with their disastrous kiss.

"What is his weakness?"

"Power." said Belle. And in her opinion in a way it was his weakness. His need for it had the potential to be the cause of his downfall with the way he horded power.

"Power isn't a weakness you idiot girl," scowled the Evil Queen. The Evil Queen paced looking frustrated and Belle felt a small glow of satisfaction at her success so far. Then the Queen turned to face her again.

"Power isn't a weakness. But love is. What or who else if anything does he care about?" Belle eyes widened. The Queen hadn't asked for everyone he cared for. Which essentially left her between either telling her about the Hatter family, or his son. The son he had entrusted her with the knowledge of.

"Well?" asked the Queen. Belle could feel the compulsion to speak working on her and knew she had to make a choice or else the potion would make one for her.

"His son." she said at last. Bae at least was an unknown target.

"He has a son?" said the Queen looking shocked.

"Yes. But it won't do you any good. He lost him." said Belle. The Evil Queen once again scowled.

"So he's dead. That's no use." Belle felt a flood of relief that the woman had taken the term lost to mean dead. She glared at Belle.

"You really are lucky your mere existence is useful or else I'd just kill you."

"Do what you will. I won't give in," said Belle. The Queen shot her a final glare and left.

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Belle had thought the physical torture was the worst of it but apparently seeing that that wouldn't work the Queen decided to move on to emotional torture. The first was she estimated by the scrapes on her wall about two months into her imprisonment. The Queen entered. She waved a hand the chains fell away Belle was also suddenly dressed in a plain but clean blue dress not dissimilar from the ones she'd favored during her time with Rumple. The room itself also seemed to become cleaner and slightly more comfortable.

"What's going on," she asked suspiciously.

"You have a guest."

"A guest?" scoffed Belle she turned to the door and was shocked to see her father enter looking a little surprised and saddened.

"I leave you be," said the Queen. King Maurice rushed to hug his daughter.

"Belle! Oh, my darling girl! You're free from that monster."

"Father Rumple was never a monster he let me go. But I am being kept by one now." She lowered her voice. "You must leave and tell Rumplestiltksin that I am being held here." Her father gave her a grave look.

"Then it's as she said."

"As who said?" asked Belle.

"The Queen told me that you had grown to trust that Beast that you even loved him."

"Papa he isn't a beast and while she isn't lying about my feelings towards him, she is keeping me here against my will. She's been torturing me, Papa!"

"I don't see any marks," said her father.

"She healed them with magic," said Belle feeling rather annoyed with how dense her father was being.

"You see Maurice, she's still under his spell but give it some time and I shall find a way to break her from it," came the Evil Queen's poisonous voice as she reentered the room.

"Papa NO!" said Belle.

"You truly can help her?" asked her father and Belle felt a rush of betrayal.

"Indeed. All you need to do is spread the rumor round that she has died. Just in case the Dark One comes for her again. That way he'll lose interest permanently.

"Father!"

"I'm sorry Belle it's for your own good. I love you." said her father kissing her hand before turning and leaving the room the Queen shot her a triumphant smile.

"Are you through emotionally raking me over the coals?" asked Belle with a glare.

"Oh, I've only just begun," said the Queen with a grin before waving her hand. Belle once again found herself chained to the wall.

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Having her own father betray her was a crushing blow and as much as she would like to have made an excuse for him such as the Queen controlling him, she had felt his heart beating in the brief hug they had shared and she knew him well enough to tell when he truly believed in his convictions. He'd abandoned his daughter to the Evil Queen rather than believe she could love the Dark One.

The second part of the Queen's emotional torture however was even worse. A week after Belle had been betrayed by her father a mirror appeared on the wall across from the one Belle was chained to.

Belle found this curious and wondered what the Queen was up to this time. Too soon her answer came as the mirror came to life to show Rumple in his castle talking to the Queen as he spun at his wheel.

"Are you angry with me? What is it this time?" asked the Queen pouring herself a cup of tea and Belle felt a little rush of anger at the presumptuous way the woman was acting in Rumple's...in THEIR home.

"Your little deception failed. You'll never be more powerful than me. You can keep trying, dearie, but you're never gonna beat me."

"It wasn't a deception," whispered Belle though she noticed he didn't sound quite so confident about his statement regarding it being a deception. There was something in the inflection of his voice. The idea gave her hope.

"Oh. Is this about that girl I met on the road?" the Evil Queen gave a cold laugh. "What was her name? Margie? Verna."

"Belle." Snapped Rumple at the same time as Belle herself.

"Right. Well... you can rest assured I had nothing to do with that tragedy." Belle felt her heart sink at the Queen's words. What was she playing at? She saw Rumple stop spinning and walk towards the Queen.

"What tragedy?" he said.

"NO NO NO NO NO!" cried Belle as if repeating the phrase would stop the poisonous words she knew were about to spill from the Queen's lips.

"You don't know?" The Queen chuckled. "Wow. After she got home... her fiancé had gone missing. And after her stay here, her... "association" with you, no one would want her, of course. Her father shunned her, cut her off, shut her out."

"So, she needs... a home?" asked Rumple and Belle's heart warmed at his hopeful tone. There was a chance he might welcome her back. However, the Evil Queen true to her name dashed those hopes.

"He was cruel to her. He locked her in a tower and sent in clerics to cleanse her soul with scourges and flaying. After a while, she threw herself off the tower. She died."

"NO! Don't believe her!" cried Belle.

"You're lying." hissed Rumple.

"Yes, Yes, she is! I'm alive Rumple don't give up hope PLEASE!" Belle begged in vain as she saw the grief that crossed Rumple's face briefly before a stoic mask replaced it. Tears ran down her cheeks at the pain she saw her true love feel.

"Am I?" asked the Queen.

"We're done." said Rumple sharply opening the doors with his magic.

"Fine." said the Queen with a shrug setting down her cup and turning to leave. "I have other calls to make." as she departed, she swept a finger along the dust ridden table.

"Place is getting dusty Rumple. You'd better get a new girl."

"Out." Barked Rumple and at least to Belle's slight pleasure a flash of fear appeared in the Queen's eye. Then the image cut off.

A few minutes later the Queen herself appeared in a swirl of purple smoke.

"Well, did you enjoy the show?" she asked. Belle glared at her.

"You truly are despicable. How can you get pleasure hurting someone like that!"

"Because if he's grieving, he's weak and if he's weak I'll be the more powerful. Not to mention with your dear father's help even if he does investigate my little story, they'll be proof to back it up. He'll never come for you." said the Queen with a smirk.

Belle stood up.

"If you think making him grieve will WEAKEN him that's where you are wrong. He's far too determined and powerful to let that stop him. And anyway you've made one key mistake Your majesty."

She addressed the woman with a mocking tone.

"Oh and what's that?"

"You've given me hope. You could have made me believe Rumple wasn't seeking me out because he had ceased to care. THAT would have hurt ME more. But now...now I know if he doesn't come it's because he doesn't believe there is anyone to come FOR. And that makes all the difference. His lack of care would hurt far more than his lack of knowledge." The Queen's dark eyes flashed.

"You little bitch." she hissed and slapped Belle.

"Rumple's right you'll never be more powerful than him. One day I will get back to him and you'd better hope I choose to convince him to spare you." said Belle who at the moment with the rage she felt at the Queen for hurting Rumple the way she did wasn't entirely sure what she would do.

"We'll see about that." scoffed the Queen before leaving in another swirl of purple smoke. Once she was gone Belle collapse back down.

"Oh Rumple. My poor Rumple." she whispered. "I will get back to you."

Author's Note: So personally I don't feel anything in here is out of the realm of reasonability for what Regina might have put Belle through. I also wanted to add some justification as to why Rumple might have bought the story of Belle dying so her father helping fake it would at least add credibility. And I can absolutely see the Jackarse that is Maurice getting conned by the Evil Queen into leaving his daughter imprisoned to cure her of her love for the monster. Next up we return to Rumple. We're getting closer to where we're really gonna deviate from canon so hang in there. I'm afraid though I can't let our couple off the hook too easily yet. Until next time!

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After throwing Belle out Rumple had had some time to clear his mind and think things over. The result of said thinking was that not long after she had left, he had come to regret his choice. Just as she had claimed he would.

Of course, his Belle was always right. She always saw through him in a way no other could.

Not that she was his anymore. He'd taken her offer of love and thrown it out the window.

The more he considered it the more the idea of her working for the Queen became preposterous. For one thing the brief time she'd been free to leave wasn't enough for the Queen to get her claws properly into Belle. Belle was far too pure to go along with anything so underhanded.

Of course, long ago he'd sworn to love nothing other than Bae until he found him but surely Bae would have understood. And perhaps if he had bothered to explain himself to Belle instead of letting his paranoia take over than maybe there was a slight chance she too might have understood.

Time and again he considered going after her. But each time he got close to coming up with a way to track her he held back. The truth was he was a coward and he couldn't bear to face her rejection again if he went and asked her back. A well-deserved rejection mind you.

Anyway, surely, she must be happier at home with her family. She didn't need him. Time would mend any heartbreak she might have suffered and she'd hopefully realize she was better off without a monster like him.

Yes. That thought was the only small comfort he had among his regrets which hung about him like a dark cloak. That was until the Queen's visit.

"Flimsy locks." she said with a laugh as she strode in. "I have a deal to discuss. A certain mermaid."

"I'm not dealing today." said Rumple shortly. He was still angry with the Queen over her interference.

"Are you angry with me? What is it this time?" asked Regina as she poured herself tea.

"Your little deception failed. You'll never be more powerful than me. You can keep trying, dearie, but you're never gonna beat me." he informed her firmly. It really was foolish of her to even try. A part of him was slightly concerned at how uncontrollable she was becoming.

"Oh. Is this about that girl I met on the road?" she laughed "What was her name? Margie? Verna?" Rumple bristled.

"Belle."

"Right. Well... you can rest assured I had nothing to do with that tragedy." Rumple froze before slowly standing up and turning to look at the Queen.

"What tragedy?" Regina gave him a look of mock pity.

"You don't know? Wow. After she got home... her fiancé had gone missing. And after her stay here, her... "association" with you, no one would want her, of course. Her father shunned her, cut her off, shut her out."

"So she needs... a home?" said Rumple hope rising inside him. True it was a shame about Belle's family but if she needed somewhere to go, he would happily have her back and perhaps with time he could make it up to her. Regina gave a cruel laugh.

"He was cruel to her. He locked her in a tower and sent in clerics to cleanse her soul with scourges and flaying. After a while, she threw herself off the tower. She died." Rumple felt like his insides had been turned to ice.

"You're lying."

"Am I?"

"We're done." he said magically opening the doors of the castle. Regina began to stride out

"Fine. I have other calls to make." she swiped her finger along the table. "Hmm. The place is looking dusty, Rumple. You should get a new girl."

"Out!" he barked and she hasted her gait the doors slamming shut behind her. Rumple closed his eyes. It was the Evil Queen. There was no way that she could be considered a reliable resource. No. He needed to investigate these claims for himself.

In a whirl of smoke Rumple found himself in the throne room of Avalonea. People scattered the minute he entered the room until only King Maurice remained petrified with terror in his chair.

"I'm only going to ask you this once dearie. WHERE. IS. BELLE?" he hissed using magic to choke the king before letting him go enough that he could talk. Maurice scowled at him.

"Dead. No thanks to you. She came back with some wild story of being in love with you. I knew it must be a spell. But before the clerics could finish their job and save her, she ended her own life."

Rumplestiltskin felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. So, it was true. Belle was dead.

"My fault?" he hissed once again choking the man.

"You were the one that tortured her to the point she saw death as a preferable option!"

Kill him! Kill him!" the voices in his head clamored. And the idea was tempting.

"Kill me then! And be the monster I knew she could never love!" said Maurice. Those words gave Rumple pause as the part of his heart that still belonged to Belle held back. For he knew deep down that no matter what she wouldn't want her father dead. Not to mention the chaos losing a ruler with no set heir would cause to her kingdom and people. No. He wouldn't be that monster. Not today at least. He released the King.

"Oh no. I'm not going to kill you dearie. I'm going to let you live. I'm going to let you live with the guilt that you drove your only child to suicide. To know each day, it's because of your actions she's gone. You survive because of that, and because of her memory. Because she wouldn't wish you dead. And even now, I will abide by her wishes." with a final glare Rumple returned to his castle in a swirl of smoke.

Only then did her allow his mask to slip and grief to overwhelm him. He walked over to the table where he had laid out the tea set on the off chance she came back and picked up the chipped cup. Then he walked over to a plinth and replaced a jeweled chalice with the cup.

Tears slid down his face as he began to sob. For as much as he had laid blame upon Maurice he knew he too was at fault. He had driven Belle away and straight into the arms of those clerics. Perhaps if he had been braver and accepted her love. Or gone to look for her sooner maybe he could have caught her before it was too late. Now, now she was gone. Just like Bae. Except without any chance of getting her back.

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Rumple spent the few months stewing in his grief. He only accepted the few deals required to move his plans with Bae along and spent the rest of his time holed up in his castle Spinning. Yet as with Bae. Despite the pain he couldn't bring himself to forget.

One day the doors swung open to reveal Pip and the Hatter. It was strange as he hadn't called for either.

"Hello Rum!" said Pip.

"What are you doing here?" he asked shortly. not moving from his wheel.

"You know the customary answer when someone enters is hello," said Jefferson taking a seat at the table while Pip approached Rumple.

"You haven't called on us in a while and we were worried," she said in a strangely gentle tone.

"I'm fine." he said without much emotion. The Hatter gave an exaggerated sigh

"Alright let's get Belle in here so she can tell us what's going on where is the darling girl? Isn't this your normal tea time?"

"Gone." said Rumple.

"Gone?" Chorused the husband and wife.

"What on earth do you mean gone?" said the Hatter however Pip raised a perceptive eyebrow.

"Did she not come back?" she asked and Rumple knew she was referring to their conversation at the ball. Rumple considered sending them home with a wave of his hand and locking them out. But he also knew that the two of them would never let this go. They'd grown too close to Belle. As had Grace. So, he sighed deciding to just get the unpleasantness over with. He turned on his stool.

"She won't ever come back Pip. She's dead."

"What!" exclaimed the two portal jumpers.

"Hold on you're starting at the end we need to go back to the beginning what do you mean she's dead? How in the world could she DIE?" asked the Hatter. Rumple stood and began to pace.

"I let her go and she came back. She said she loved me but...it didn't work out."

"You didn't believe her." surmised Pip softly.

"How could she? But I should have or at least I shouldn't have done what followed." He explained the true loves kiss, the mention of the Queen, his loss of temper and subsequent rejection of her, followed by the Queen's story that was confirmed by Belle's father." By the end there was grief both Jefferson and Pip's eyes, though Pip's also contained hints of fury.

"And you let the bastard live?" she practically hissed.

"It's what Belle would have wished. Much as I want to skin the man and make him suffer every torment, he inflicted upon her." scowled Rumple.

"Who thought you would be the reasonable one?" muttered Pip fingering her pipe angrily before shaking her head.

"I'm sorry Rum."

"As am I." said the Hatter coming over and placing a hand on his shoulder that for once Rumple didn't shake off.

"It's my own blasted fault for not believing her and not going after her," said Rumple turning away.

"Come now Belle wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

"Hatter she was put in that position because I left her vulnerable. It's entirely likely she did grow to hate me for being the cause of the suffering she endured." answered Rumple. He saw his two oldest acquaintances share a look.

"Personally, I don't think this self-flagellation is going to help anything. But I also know we can't control it. Is there anything we can do for you?" asked Pip.

Rumple stared at the blond who he could tell was being entirely genuine before shaking his head.

"No magic can raise the dead. There's nothing that can be done to fix this or assuage my guilt. A guilt I deserve."

"Alright. But if you change your mind the offer stands. We're at your service as more than employee's you know." said the Hatter with his wife nodding in agreement. Rumple simply inclined his head and turned away hearing the two walk out and the doors slam shut behind them sealing him in once more with his grief.

Author's Note: So this is how I justify Rumple actually buying the Queen's story. If her father says so then it's more likely to be the truth. I don't think Rumple would believe Maurice would have the courage to lie to him and he's in too much guilt and grief to properly detect the deception. I hope you liked this (painful as I'm sure it is for all us Rumbelle fans) and enjoyed the return of Pip and Jefferson who will soon have a much more important role. Thanks to all those who read this and especially those that leave comments if you like the story please take a moment to leave a note below they really do make my day. Until next time (where we at last deviate from canon)!

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Belle might have been stuck in the tower of the Queen's castle but that didn't mean she was just going to sit around and hope for a rescue. Of course, the Queen had said it was hopeless and she now knew that Rumple wouldn't come since he believed her dead not to mention the tower was apparently warded against his magic. But she would need to at least try to escape. And so try she did.

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Her first attempt was admittedly fairly uninspired. She waited until the guards came to unlock her wrists so she could eat the meager scraps they gave her. Quick as lightening Belle grabbed the tray of food and bashed the guard over the head. He stumbled back and she ran past him. Dodging another guard by the door.

There were shouts as she ran down the stairs and briefly, she thought she might have a chance until she found her way blocked by four armed knights in black mail. She turned see two more approaching from behind looking furious. She was trapped.

The guards grabbed her, though she kicked and struggled, and dragged her back to her cell. Rechaining her more tightly.

Not long after the Queen arrived glaring at her.

"Thought you'd try and escape did you?"

"Yes." said Belle.

"I told you it was futile."

"That doesn't mean I'll give up." snapped Belle angrily.

"Well, perhaps you'll rethink it after a punishment." scoffed the Queen before ordering Belle to be given several lashes.

Despite the pain Belle remained defiant. She'd just need to think of something else.

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Her second attempt at escape came in the form of someone else. She was lying on the cold hard bunk trying to think up a new escape plan when she heard a commotion outside. There were yells a clang and then a thunk. The door swung open and Belle scrambled up.

The man who entered was what one might call ruggedly handsome she supposed though not really to her taste. He had dark hair, the beginnings of a short beard and mustache, and one of his hands was replaced by a hook.

"You must be Belle." he said.

"Did the Queen send you?" she asked.

"I'm here to rescue you." He said as he began to undo her chains.

"Who are you asked Belle?" wondering if she might be jumping from the frying pan into the fire.

"A friend. We don't have much time your father is being attacked by the very monster who stole you away." Belle's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Rumplestiltskin." the man nodded.

"He must be stopped, you worked for him. You know him better than anyone. There's rumors of a magical weapon that has the power to kill him. Your father's life hangs in the balance I need to know where the weapon is and how to find it." said the man. Belle's first thought was to pull away but she stopped herself. She needed to play this right and this man could still be her ticket out.

"Truly my father is in danger?" she asked in fake horror. She knew full well her father was fine aside from betraying his only daughter.

"Yes." said the man sounding earnest though she suspected he was anything but.

"I know of the weapon of which you speak. Get me out of here and I'll help you." she said the man grinned and the two turned to leave. Unfortunately, just as they reached the door the Queen stepped around the corner.

"Leaving so soon?"

"Damn." swore Belle.

"She won't be any use to you Captain. Clever play my little maid. But not clever enough. You see, she believes herself in love with the monster. She'd never help you kill him." The man turned on her looking murderous raising his hook to strike her Belle made to dodge out of the way but the blow never came as with a wave of the Queen's hand the hook appeared in her own.

"I'm afraid I can't let you kill her though. She's a very valuable chess piece." Those were the last words Belle heard before the woman waved her hand again and everything went black.

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After the near rescue of sorts, the Evil Queen seemed to decide that the palace was too risky and Belle was relocated to a singular isolated tower in the middle of nowhere. Once again, she was chained up and several guards were set.

Belle stared out the window one night. Granted calling for Rumple would apparently be useless as the Queen had transferred her spells from the old prison that blocked him from hearing her call, or his magic from having any effect within the bounds of her prison, over to the new tower. However, there was one individual Belle thought she might have a chance at calling on. Fairies. I mean. She didn't want to. She remembered the warnings about fairy magic but she really was getting desperate here. Closing her eyes she wished for help getting out.

After a few minutes she heard a silvery voice.

"I hear you child." she opened her eyes and saw floating outside her window (which mind you also had a spell so she couldn't jump or climb out much to Belle's chagrin,) a tiny woman dressed in blue with a skirt like a jellyfish and glowing blue wings. It seemed she was being "honored" by the chief fairy herself.

"Hello ma'am." said Belle politely.

"I hear your wish child but I cannot grant it." said the fairy.

"Why not? Is the Queen's magic too strong?" asked Belle.

"With a little time perhaps I could get you out but there is a greater issue at stake."

"Oh?" said Belle.

"You're love for the Dark One."

"What?" said Belle. "We're true love."

"A creature like that of such darkness can't bear true love it's impossible. If you were freed you would return to him that I know and it would only seek to ruin you."

"RUIN ME!" snapped Belle. "I've been tortured up here by the Queen. I think I'm as ruined as I can get. I hardly see me getting out as any worse." The sanctimonious fairy shook her head.

"No, there are worse things than physical pain and ruination. Such as the stain on one's soul. You are good and kind. He would only destroy that."

"Well of all the sanctimonious nonsense I've ever heard!" scoffed Belle. "You know I thought GOODNESS would be in favor of true love. That someone GOOD would want to help innocent people be freed. Evidently that isn't the case. I can see why Rumplestiltskin finds you so disagreeable. You really do only see the world in black and white."

The Blue fairy gave her a pitying look.

"It seems he may have managed to corrupt you slightly already if you talk like that."

"Oh for goodness sake get out of here if you aren't going to be of any use. I asked for help not a lecture. Why did you come anyway?"

"I'd hoped to convince you to give up on your fantasy of the dark one." answered Blue.

"Mission not accomplished," snapped Belle.

"Perhaps. But I shall leave you with this. Should you agree to make a binding magical promise on your life that you shan't return to Rumple. I will help you escape. Think on it and call on me when you are ready." said Blue. Belle glared.

"Don't count on it." the Blue Fairy shook her head once more before shrinking further and flying off.

"Useless knat," muttered Belle. If it had been like the man from earlier, she could have just lied. But a binding magical contract was a different matter and there was no way she was making one of those with a being like Blue.

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Belle continued trying to find various ways of escaping. She'd faked being sick in an attempt to get them to let her out briefly, she'd tried finding something to pick the lock on her chains, she'd even tried yelling for help out the window. Nothing worked and she was only punished for her disobedience.

The Queen seeming to realize that torture wasn't deterring her began to cut down on Belle's food supply. Not enough to starve her to death mind you, but enough so that she was becoming weaker by the day and soon she suspected she might not even have the strength to walk.

And then something changed. One day a guard came in to give her food. However, unlike all the others she noticed that he was far gentler with the manacles and he also had added a little extra food to her plate.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Someone as trapped as you," came the reply. Belle ate her food without question. The following day however she tried to get him to talk more.

"What's your name?"

"I've never really had one." he replied shortly.

"What?" she asked. The guard looked at her for a moment before removing his helmet. He had a kind face with light brown hair and a slightly scruffy beard and mustache to match. But it was his eyes that caught her. They too were a soft brown and held both pain and kindness. However there was also an emptiness that was familiar to her.

"I never had a human family. So I never had a name. They called me the Huntsman."

"You said you were trapped. How did you come to work for the Queen?"

"That's a long story the short version being I spared the life of one the Queen hated and in revenge made me her slave."

"She took your heart," said Belle. The Huntsman looked surprised and Belle gave him a soft smile.

"My true love is the most powerful sorcerer in the realms I'm familiar with the symptoms."

"Then you should know that I cannot free you. I've been commanded against doing so." said the Huntsman sadly and Belle nodded.

"I do not hold it against you." she took his hand and squeezed it.

Her discussion with the Huntsman had left her thinking. Despite his limitations she now had a bit of an ally here. The next day she asked,

"What were the Queen's exact order's regarding not freeing me?"

"Does it matter? I can't let you go." said the Huntsman sounding resigned.

"Yes, as Rumplestiltskin once told me wording is everything." The Huntsman sighed.

"She told me that I was not to free you and I was not to tell Rumplestiltskin of your location."

Belle nodded. The Queen really had been careless then. She could work with that.

"Wonderful!"

"I beg your pardon?" said the Huntsman looking at her as if she were mad.

"I might have a solution. YOU cannot free me, but another might be able to. You can't tell Rumple but there is someone I know who you COULD tell that would help me. If you can get a message to them, they could save me."

"And who would this person be?" he asked.

"The Pied Piper." said Belle with a weak smile.

"Belle I've seen the Piper at Regina's castle. The two are friends or as close as that evil woman could come to having a friend!" said the Huntsman. Belle shook her head stopping swiftly as it made the room spin.

"Regina and Piper have known each other since before she was the Evil Queen. But she doesn't fully agree with Regina's actions. They haven't been truly close for some time. Piper just prefers to stay out of such conflicts and play her cards close to her chest. However, she is DEAR friends with Rumple and me and would help me in a heartbeat I know it."

The Huntsman still looked a bit skeptical but nodded.

"I'll trust your judgement. But we only have one shot at this. I'll get you some paper and ink to write a letter message."

The following day Belle wrote out a short missive for Piper.

Alice,

It's me Belle I know Rumple has been told I'm dead but it's a lie the evil Queen holds me captive. I need your help. Trust the man with this letter.

Belle

She gave it to the Huntsman and prayed it would be successful.

Author's note: So I figured Belle wouldn't just sit still while being held captive and I also feel like she'd have been a bit smarter with Hook so we have that. Blue pops up here being the sanctimonious hag we all love to hate and we get to see Graham. Will Belle's plan work? We shall see. As for Alice's relationship with the Queen that's another thing that will be further expanded upon in the Pied Piper companion series I potentially plan on writing after this. If you like the story please comment below! Until next time!

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The Huntsman hadn't been sure about passing a message to the Pied Piper. But he trusted Belle and if she said the woman would help her then he supposed they'd have to take that risk. It took a bit of work to track the woman down and even then, he had to sneak out from under the Queen's guard. Luckily, she was busy gloating over capturing Charming.

He caught sight of the blond just as she finished one of her shows having woven a spell with her music over the people making them more inclined to give their money. The Huntsman stayed mostly out of range but still had to put up a slight resistance to the call towards her that tried to twist at his mind. Once she'd collected her coins she left and he followed her till they reached a dark alley where they were alone. Then the woman stopped.

"You know it's dangerous to follow people like me." she said her voice soft and threatening.

"I have a message for you." he said deciding to get straight to the point. The Piper turned fixing slate grey eyes upon him.

"Oh?"

"You know Belle of Avalonea?" The woman bowed her head slightly.

"Knew. If you didn't get the message, she's dead."

"No. She isn't. She's being held prisoner by the Evil Queen." he said.

"What!" snapped the woman. In an instant the woman was in front of him.

"What proof do you have of this?" she asked.

"This," he said handing her the scrap of paper. The Piper took it reading it over.

"That bitch." she hissed.

"She needs to be rescued and she thought you could help. Incidentally you'll want to do it tomorrow the Queen is planning to confront Snow White and will be distracted."

"Oh, I'll help alright. Give me every detail you can." He watched a look of determination cross the woman’s face and he knew Belle had been right.

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Belle would have paced the room if she'd had the strength. Alas that was not the case. By now she was so weak that standing was even a challenge.

She believed in the Huntsman and Alice but she did hope they'd come sooner rather than later.

Judging by her estimates it had been around a year since she'd been locked up. Oh what a year. Adventure books didn't usually go into this particular bit. Still, Belle wasn't giving in yet.

It was several days after she'd given her letter to the Huntsman that she heard a strange tune coming from below. It was faint almost like a lullaby. The tune continued getting louder and louder until suddenly she heard a thud and then the key turning in the lock.

Hope sprung in her chest as the door opened to reveal Jefferson and behind him Alice who was still playing the tune.

"Well, I see we got the right tower," said Jefferson giving her a trademark mad grin.

"Jefferson," said Belle though it came out strangled her throat dry. She'd not been given water that day.

"No need to talk. Plenty of time for that later," said Jefferson as he undid her chains.

"Can you walk?" Belle shook her head.

"Alright," as Jefferson picked her up Belle noticed that the music had slowed. Glancing over she saw that Alice was looking pale and suddenly Belle realized how much magic the woman must be expending over the large number of guards.

They began to descend with Alice eventually being forced to stop playing. With the music ceasing the guards began to stir. They were halfway down when one started to wake. Quick as a cat she saw Alice leap forward and slit the man's throat. Belle winced looking away.

Another came at them and Jefferson kicked him down the stairwell knocking into a few more. Now that the alarm had more or less been rung the chase was on. Belle watched as Alice crossed blades with the guards. One lunged for Belle and Jefferson and the Hatter dodged so that the man missed falling and cracking his head on the stair.

They'd nearly reached the bottom as Alice drove her sword through the stomach of the guard at the door and they sprinted out hearing the yells behind them Belle saw them cross over a line drawn in the dirt and Jefferson set her down to stand leaning against him as he pulled out his top hat. Belle heard Alice yell at the guards.

"Cross this line and you'll be incinerated! It's imbued with great magical power!" this seemed to slow the guards who all paused and began arguing.

"Time to go!" said Jefferson as his hat began to create a portal. As the vortex opened Jefferson pulled Belle into it with him above them Belle heard Alice following.

They landed in the familiar room of doors that was Jefferson's hat.

"You hat travels realms how..." Belle began but couldn't finish.

"Watch and learn," said Jefferson striding over to a blue door.

"The hat is driven by Jefferson's will. So, it will open where ever in the realm he wishes. When we want to jump places in the same realm all we have to do is pop into a random realm so the hat resets itself then back over into the hat and take the enchanted Forest door." said Alice. Belle would have nodded but it made her head hurt so she settled for being carried through a door that led them to a snowy realm.

The entered the hopped back into the hat and Jefferson strode over to a green door with pictures of trees painted in gold he opened it and they stepped out on the front steps of the dark castle. Belle was feeling herself begin to lose consciousness as they approached though she tried to stay awake.

"RUMPLESTILTSKIN!" She heard Jefferson loudly call as they strode through the doors. She was home. Finally, home.

"RUM! Get over here now!" called Alice.

"What do you want Pip," she heard a familiar voice say.

"Rumple," she whimpered. The last thing she recalled as she faded out of consciousness was the vague outline of her true love rushing forward and a shout of,

"BELLE!"

OUAT

Rumplestiltskin was spinning. He'd just gotten back from having finished his deal with helping Charming out of the infinite forest and said deal had unfortunately left him thinking on Belle.

"A brief flicker of light amidst an ocean of darkness." that's what he had told the Prince. For it had been the true. Belle had brought light into his life both physically and literally. Now she was gone it was back to darkness for him. He heard the doors open behind him and wondered if he should just turn whoever had come to call into a toad. However, the familiar voices of Pip and the Hatter rang out.

"RUMPLESTILTSKIN!"

"RUM! Get over here now!"

"What do you want Pip?" he asked wearily not turning round. He expected some quip or sharp-tongued response. Instead, he heard a voice he'd long thought gone whimper.

"Rumple?" Rumplestiltskin jumped up sending his stool flying and spun around to see Jefferson and Piper standing in the doorway. Pip was leaning against the Hatter looking rather burnt out and in the Hatter's arms was...

"BELLE!" Rumplestiltskin rushed forward sure it must be a dream.

"But how?"

"Turns out Regina lied. Big shock there." scoffed the Hatter. "Would you take her? I think Alice is about to collapse."

"I'm fine," muttered Pip. Without hesitation Rumple took Belle in his arms. She was dressed in rags, her hair matted and her once pure skin now covered in bruises and cuts. She was weak. Very weak. But she was alive.

"I take it you can handle it from here." said Jefferson with a quirk of his brow.

"Yes," answered Rumple. He'd deal with whatever price the Hatter and Pip wanted in return later right now he needed to see to Belle. Said brunette seemed to curl into him slightly murmuring his name once more.

It was real. She was back.

Author's Note: And our love birds are reunited! I'm very bad at writing action scenes so I do hope the rescue wasn't too anti-climactic. You now understand what I meant all those chapters ago when I said the Piper and Hatter would be integral to Rumbelle's story eh? Not that this will be their last appearance. Please let me know what you think in the comments below your reviews really do mean a lot and help so PLEASE let me know your thoughts. Until next time!

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Rumple disappeared from the hall and reappeared in Belle's old room. Immediately he cast a spell over her to see what damage had been done. Malnutrition seemed the biggest one. He also noticed marks on her back that indicated the thrashing of a whip.

OH, if only Regina was not so essential to finding his son. He'd find a way to make her pay. In time.

Summoning several different potions from his lab he gently poured them down the throat of his true love. Slowly the color began to return to her cheeks. Another wave of his hand the scars and abrasions on her healed over.

Lastly he waved his hand and she was immediately cleaned and dressed in a long pale blue night gown. Then he gently pulled the covers over her and pressing a kiss to her forehead sat next to her.

She would wake up. And then likely she would be angry and say she never wanted to see him again and he'd of course let her go. Though he'd make sure to be more careful this time. But for the moment he let himself enjoy the sight of having her back. with him.

OUAT

Belle slowly woke to find herself in a far more comfortable place than she had been for over a year. It was soft and the cloth against her skin wasn't the scratchy fabric of her prison garb. She turned her head to the side and opening her eyes found herself staring at Rumplestiltskin.

"Rumple," she croaked.

"Here, drink this it will help restore you," said Rumple gently helping her take an orange colored potion which tasted rather sour but soothed her throat.

"Am I really back home?" she asked it seemed to good to be true.

"You're back at the Dark Castle. I'm not sure if you would call that home. More importantly though you're safe." said Rumple dryly.

"So, you do care after all what happens to me," commented Belle quietly and she saw Rumple freeze before sighing.

"Yes, Belle. I do."

"Then you were lying."

"I was." he confirmed. "I was fool Belle and I don't expect you to forgive me..."

"You are already forgiven Rumple." she said interrupting him before he could start beating himself up. "I would like an explanation as to why you lied. As to why it was so much easier to believe that I would betray you than that I would love you. But before you do that I want to apologize."

Rumple looked at her as if she were mad.

"Whatever for?"

"For being presumptuous. I presumed that you wanted your curse broken but I should have asked. I love you darkness and all Rumplestiltskin. I simply thought that by freeing you of your curse I'd be freeing you of the pain you seem to carry. However, good intentions or no it was an arrogant and wrong thing to do. To try and take that choice away from you without even ever having discussed it. Perhaps had I been a bit more considerate we could have discussed things our argument might not have occurred. Can you forgive me?"

Rumple took her hand and kissed the back of it.

"My darling Belle. If you can forgive me for throwing you out and behaving in such a beastly manner, I can certainly forgive you." relief filled Belle. Perhaps there was hope for them after all.

"Good. Then from now on we discuss things. No more assumptions. We need to communicate. I don’t expect you to change who you are but I do expect you to be honest with me."

"You make it sound as if you plan on staying once you are well enough to leave," said Rumple quietly. Belle sighed she really did want to know why Rumple found it so difficult to believe someone could want him.

"That's because I do plan on staying Rumple. This is my home. Here with you. I was on my way back when the Queen caught me. So don't think you'll be getting rid of be so easily this time." she gave him a wry smile and he chuckled stroking her hair.

"My brave Belle."

"Will you explain things to me now?" she asked. Rumple shook his head.

"Not yet. You still need to rest." Belle pouted slightly.

"Very well, but will you at least join me? I'd feel safer in your arms." Rumple shifted.

"Belle I'm not sure it would be proper..." Belle scoffed.

"Rumple nothing about our relationship is all that proper. Plenty of people already think I share your bed. I'm asking you to do so in only the most technical sense because it would make me feel more comfortable propriety be damned."

Rumple still looked slightly unsure but also amused. He sat on top of the covers and pulled her into his arms so that her head rested on his chest. Belle nestled closer breathing in the familiar scent of straw and magic while his steady heart beat lulled her to sleep.

OUAT

Rumple looked down at Belle as she slept in his arms. She wanted to stay. She still loved him. Somehow despite all she'd gone through on his behalf, for undoubtably that was the only reason Regina would have kidnapped her, and after the horrid way he'd treated her, she'd still returned.

If this was a dream he didn't want to wake and if it was reality, well it still seemed too good to be true but he wasn't going to make the same mistake of doubting Belle a second time.

Belle slept on peacefully for a good portion of the day. Finally, her blue eyes fluttered open and she smiled up at him.

"It was real. I'm back with you." she whispered.

"Indeed, you are." answered Rumple.

"You promised me an explanation." she said and Rumple sighed. He'd dreaded this. There was a good chance once she learned the story of the coward that she'd become disgusted and wish to leave him. Still, he couldn't lie to her. Not anymore.

"Yes, I suppose I did. I warn you it isn't a happy story."

"But it's your story." said Belle. Rumple nodded and began his tale.

"As you once deduced, I was born a peasant. My mother died in child birth and my father was a wastrel con man. When I was 8 he dropped me off with a pair of spinners. They said he never planned to return and gave me a magic bean to go and build a new life for myself away from my father's cowardly reputation.

I didn't listen. I found my father and together we took the magic bean portal to Neverland where my father ended up trading me for a chance at eternal youth." Belle gasped.

"He abandoned you without regret?"

"Right in one." said Rumple bitterly.

"How could someone do that to a child?" Oh that didn't bode well for later in the story.

"He didn't care Belle."

"Oh Rumple." she said softly.

"Well, I was brought back by a shadow to the spinners in the enchanted forest. They raised me well enough and I became good at my craft. But I was forever tarnished by my father's cowardly reputation. Eventually I met a woman. Her name was Milah. I thought she loved me but in retrospect she probably only chose me because I could provide a somewhat stable living.

Anyway, the ogres attacked and a draft was called I was one of those drafted and went eagerly. Determined to finally get rid of the stain left on me by my father. But it wasn't to be. The duke had us guarding a powerful seer and I made the choice to speak with her. She told me due to my actions on the battlefield my son would grow up fatherless. I at first brushed it off as nonsense until I received a letter from Milah telling me she'd given birth to a little boy.”

"And then you no longer wanted to risk going into battle." said Belle and to his surprise there was no condemnation in her voice. He nodded.

"I grew up without a proper father I didn't want the same to happen to my son. So, I took a mallet and smashed my own leg."

"That makes perfect sense and it's not as if you'd have had much success against the ogres. And it actually takes a lot of courage to wound oneself like that."

"Everyone else didn't see it that way," scoffed Rumple.

"But you didn't run because you were scared of dying. You ran because you didn't want your son to not have a father. It's completely different." If Rumplestiltskin had thought he couldn't love Belle any more than he already, did he had been wrong. She didn't see him as a coward.

"As I said not everyone took that view. Actually, the only person that did was my only childhood friend Rowena, who also happens to be Pips ancestor. Anyway, I returned home in disgrace and any affection Milah might have held utterly vanished and was replaced with mere contempt. Still, I had Bae and I did my best even as a cripple to help support and raise him When he was 7 his mother ran off with a pirate Killian Jones. At the time I believed her to be kidnapped but I later discovered that had not been the case.

"That's despicable! It doesn't matter how unhappy she might have been with you she should never have abandoned her child!" said Belle indignantly.

"I do agree. I don't blame her for being miserable. Being married to the town coward can't have been pleasant but letting go of Bae and never looking back..."

"She doesn't deserve the title of mother after doing that." scowled Belle. Rumple smiled wryly but declined from mentioning the whole murdering Milah bit.

"Well when Bae was 13 the ogres encroached again and the Duke lowered the drafting age to 14."

"FOURTEEN!" exclaimed Belle. "But they'd be little more than Ogre fodder!"

"The Duke didn't care Belle. He just wanted more troops. And my boy was about to be 14 we tried to run for it but were caught by the soldiers. I managed to....convince them to let me keep him one more day and we were helped by a beggar who told me of a magical dagger. One that controlled the Dark One and with that power I could save my son."

"It sounds too good to be true." commented Belle. Rumple snorted.

"It certainly wasn't that straightforward. I stole the dagger from the Duke and summoned the Dark One Zoso he was called. He goaded me into stabbing him and it was then that I took on the power of the Dark One."

"So you became the Dark One out of love." said Belle quietly. Rumple sighed.

"I thought I could use the power for good Belle. I saved my son and brought the children home from the Ogre Wars. But the road to hell his paved with good intentions and the curse of the Dark One is that. A curse. It twists anything good and tries to manipulate and destroy it for instance, protectiveness becomes possessiveness.

In the beginning the power was intoxicating. The ultimate high. I slaughtered the men that came to take my boy and stopped the Ogre war. But what I didn't see was that the very curse I took on to save my son was also losing me my son."

"What do you mean?" asked Belle.

"As I said the power of the Dark One. It's...addicting. And in the beginning, I had far less control. Not that my son would be overly fond of me now either. Anyway. He saw what it was turning me into and wanted to find a way to be rid of the power."

"But the only way it gets passed on is if someone kills the current dark one and takes the power for themselves." said Belle and Rumple nodded.

"Yes. I told him if he found an alternate way I would do it. And clever boy that he was he did. He was given a magic bean by the Blue Fairy. He wanted to use it to go to a land without magic."

"Would your curse be gone there?" asked Belle. Rumple shrugged.

"Possibly, I can't say for sure. He threw down the bean but at the last minute I panicked. I was terrified of the idea of no longer being able to protect him. Of being helpless again and in the worst decision of my life I let go and lost him." A tear slid down rumple's cheek and he felt Belle reach up to brush it away.

"I regretted it immediately and wanted to follow but it was too late. I even tried asking the Blue Fairy for help but she refused. I've been searching for a way to find him ever since."

"Oh Rumple." whispered Belle.

"You may think you see a man behind the beast but the man is just a coward." Rumple closed his eyes waiting for her to pull away in disgust. But she didn't.

"You aren't a coward Rumplestiltskin. You made a mistake and you've tried to make up for it since. You took on a soul-sucking curse just to save your son's life and despite the darkness it brings you've maintained your humanity after all these years. That is not a coward. Not in my eyes."

Rumplestiltskin regarded Belle in disbelief.

"You can't mean that," said Rumple.

"But I do," said Belle stubbornly. "And I understand now why you want to keep your power you need it to find your son."

"That is the primary reason yes," said Rumple.

"I wish you had told me this. I'd have never have tried to break your curse especially knowing that. I couldn't ask you to choose between me and your son." said Belle.

"I'm afraid trust isn't something I'm very good with. But I don't deny it would have made things easier for us both," said Rumple.

"So since we're true love and that would break the curse I can't kiss you can I?" said Belle sounding slightly disappointed but also understanding.

"Not necessarily," said Rumple. "True love's kiss requires two parts. Knowledge, and intent. Both parties must feel true love and there must be intention on at least one side for the curse to be broken."

"So if I kiss you and don't intend to break your curse then, we should be fine?" said Belle.

"In theory," said Rumple. He knew it was a bit risky but true loves kiss didn't break the curse immediately so if necessary, he could always pull back the way he did the first time.

"I'd like to try." said Belle. Rumple smirked slightly.

"As would I." He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to hers.

Author's Note: Our couple is finally back together and happy! I know a lot of this chapter was exposition, and for that I beg your forgiveness! But I couldn't figure a better way of doing Rumple's backstory sooo...C'est la vie. The whole thing about intent and knowledge is just my personal head canon. Thanks to everyone who is reading this if you like the story please leave a comment below! Until next time!

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Now it was clear to Belle. After listening to Rumple's story she couldn't blame him for wanting to keep his power. It wasn't a simple matter of choosing it over her. He had also been choosing his son.

She also was beginning to get an idea of why he was so determined to believe himself unlovable. He'd been abandoned first by his parent the person meant to unconditionally care for you, and then his wife who had pledged fidelity in their wedding vows. No wonder he questioned her love.

She also suspected there was probably more to it but she wasn't going to press him further on the subject now. He'd revealed enough for one day.

Belle also hoped that Rumple was correct. She loved him and if not kissing him was the price to pay for helping him find his son so be it but she'd rather be able to do both.

Ever so gently their lips met. She felt a spark between them but this time made sure her mind was set on NOT breaking his curse. They pulled apart and she found herself looking up into the slightly sparkling face of her true love. She smiled and caressed his cheek.

"My Rumple."

"It seems we can kiss."

"Well thank goodness for that. I was rather concerned about my self control." she said teasingly.

"I don't think I'll ever understand how you can love this." He said gesturing towards his appearance.

"Well, I've always been considered a woman of strange tastes." giggled Belle.

"And now it's time for said woman to rest some more. You can tell me your tale later." Belle pouted slightly but didn't fight him on it and laid back on his chest finding sleep easily.

OUAT

The next several days consisted of Rumple fussing over her with a variety of potions and much bed rest.

Eventually it came time for her to tell her story.

"Well, it isn't all that long. I travelled for a while after I left here. Gave some advice for a dwarf to go be with his true love a fairy."

"How unusual. I bet the Blue bug didn't take that one well," said Rumple with a smirk.

"I'm not sure. I do hope they're happy. Anyway, I joined a party hunting a Yaoguai but they kicked me out for being female."

"Idiotic on their part," snorted Rumple.

"I teamed up with a warrior named Mulan to find it. Only it turned out it was a Prince named Phillip who was cursed by Maleficent so he couldn't find his true love." At this Rumple burst out laughing.

"So YOU were the one behind that! Maleficent was raging and came to me furious because Aurora's Prince had awoken her from her sleeping curse! Quite the revenge for that stunt she pulled with you!" Belle joined his laughter.

"I was happy to help him. But I do find it ironic. Well, after that I realized I needed to come home and work things out with you rather than running from my troubles so I began to head back only to be captured by Regina."

Rumple's mirth disappeared.

"She'll pay for that one."

"Don't kill her Rumple please. Although I won't deny I'm surprised you haven't gone after her already."

"I won't kill her, unfortunately she's a necessary evil at the moment. Something I'll explain later. Do continue." Belle had noticed his slight avoidance but as he had promised to explain fully later, she let it drop.

"I'd rather not go into her exact methods. I know you healed my wounds so you have an idea of what she did. She was trying to get me to reveal your weakness's." Belle glanced down feeling guilty.

"She forced me to take truth serum and I ended up mentioning your son. Although I did manage to give the impression, he was dead." she explained praying Rumple wouldn't be angry. She felt him brush back a piece of stray hair, turning her face to look at him.

"Belle, you stood up to torture for me. I can hardly blame you for something you couldn't control. Especially when it's my fault you were in the position in the first place."

"I thought we agreed not to keep blaming ourselves for the past," said Belle.

"Then don't blame yourself for letting slip about Bae. Especially since she thinks he's dead." retorted Rumple and Belle nodded in resignation.

"How did you escape though? I told the Hatter and Pip you were dead," said Rumple. "Confirmed by your dear father mind you," he growled.

"I won't deny that's probably the blow that hurts the most. But Regina was manipulating him."

"Belle he made his own choices," snapped Rumple.

"Yes, he did and the consequence is our estrangement. I don't want him harmed for this."

"Only because it would be an inconvenience to the innocent denizens of Avalonea," said Rumple shortly and Belle accepted that was probably the best she'd get. After all Rumple did have good reason to be upset with her Papa.

"Well, I was lucky in that I found an ally in my imprisonment. He's known as the Huntsman. The Evil Queen holds his heart hostage but I was able to use loopholes in the instructions he was given to get a message to Alice."

"My clever girl," said Rumple kissing her temple.

"I don't suppose there's anything we could do for him?" asked Belle. "I mean I hate to think how she's probably punishing him for helping me."

"Possibly. I admit it would be a nice little bit of revenge to remove her pet." said Rumple sounding thoughtful.

"Let me know what you come up with. We're in this together now remember." said Belle. The previous day she'd pledged to help him find his son. Rumple's response had been to kiss her and tell her she really was the "the most wonderful woman he ever met."

I will. I promise.

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She didn't hate him. She was still here. And she wanted to help him find his son. Rumple truly didn't think he could get any luckier. Of course there was one final hurdle which would be telling her about the curse. Knowing Belle's compassionate disposition, it was possible that would be a breaking point. He could only hope for the best when he told her about it. For he was resolved to do so.

Belle was finally allowed out of bed after a week and even then, had to be escorted by Rumple. The two were sitting eating breakfast when the doors to the Great Hall opened and in walked Pip and the Hatter both smiling.

"Well, I see you two have kissed and made up," said Jefferson taking a seat and pouring himself tea while propping his feet up on the table.

"Did no one teach you manners Hatter?" said Rumple.

"If they did, he probably lost them along with his mind long ago." joked Pip.

"Around the time I married you dearest?" quipped the Hatter and Pip wacked his shoulder before taking her own seat.

"I'm glad to see you're doing better Belle. And that you've made this old imp see sense."

"Do you come here simply to vex me?" grumbled Rumple.

"No, that's just an added benefit. We came to make sure you didn't bollox things up again and to check in on Belle."

"I appreciate the thought and both of your help. I do understand the risk you've taken betraying Regina," said Belle.

"Yes, what's the price for your help?" asked Rumple and he saw the husband and wife exchange a look.

"Nothing," said the Hatter.

"Nothing?" replied Rumple in surprise. It wasn't that the pair ever tried to take advantage of him but they were undoubtably practical. Particularly Pip. They essentially had an anything deal in front of them right now and were turning it down.

"You two are our friends. We helped Belle because we care about the two of you. We wanted you to be reunited and we certainly weren't going to leave Belle to the mercy of that witch. Our little errands may come at a cost Rum. But friendship doesn't." said Pip primly.

It took Rumple a minute to fully process what Pip had said. He had always considered them to be the closest thing to a friend he'd had but he'd never said it aloud. Hearing Pip openly acknowledge it with a significant gesture was quite something.

"With that said, as your friend we'd appreciate it if you could perhaps add some wards around our house. I doubt the dear Queen is going to be too happy with Alice's betrayal." said the Hatter his face turning serious.

"Decidedly not," agreed Pip. "Have you come up with a fitting punishment Rum?"

"I do have an idea yes." He said.

"Oh?" said Belle looking up at him.

"I need Regina alive. Yet I can't let her go unpunished. I'll threaten her life and offer her only option for survival be for her to trade the Huntsman's heart over to me."

"She'll do it," said Pip immediately.

"Oh I'm quite certain," said Rumple with a smirk. He glanced at Belle for approval and she nodded slowly.

"It seems fitting enough."

"I think I'll skip this one Rum. It's best if Hattie and I lay low for now. That said do give her hell for me," said Pip a dark smile twisting her lips.

"When did listening to those two plot become my normal?" Belle asked the Hatter conversationally and Jefferson chuckled and toasted her with his tea cup

"Welcome to the Your-true-love-has-a-dark-and-violent-side club." Rumple merely rolled his eyes.

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Rumple appeared on the Queen's balcony that night as she was staring in the mirror. The look of terror on her face as she whipped around was actually quite priceless.

"Well, well, well dearie," he began with a high-pitched giggle. "It seems you've been lying to me." To her credit Regina tried to remain calm.

"You were the one that told me to strike at the heart of matters. I simply followed your instructions."

"Yes...yes...I suppose that's true. But here's the thing dearie. I don't really care." He used magic to shove her against the wall before stalking forward.

"You hurt Belle and now you'll pay." He forced a green potion into the Queen's mouth. She gagged and gasped as it took effect beginning to scream.

"It feels like you're on fire doesn't it? Like every part of you is slowly burning up. THAT is only a fraction of the pain you've caused my Belle. The Queen was writhing in pain.

"But here's the thing. Belle would prefer you didn't die. Sweet, compassionate creature that she is. So here's my deal. I'll give you the antidote if you give me the heart of your huntsman intact."

"Yes! YES!" cried the Queen. She struggled over to her wall where she kept her hearts and pulled one out. Rumple picked it up wanting to make sure it was the real one.

"Huntsman, come!" a few moments late the huntsman strode through the door. He looked at Rumple and then the writhing Queen in shock. "I believe this is yours," said Rumple shoving the heart back in the man's chest. Then he crouched down next to the queen who had collapsed again.

"Cross me again dearie and you'll regret it." Then he shoved the vial of antidote into her hand and magicked himself and the huntsman out of the palace. They reappeared in a forest.

"Where...are we?" asked the Huntsman who seemed to still be getting accustomed to getting his heart back.

"Very near Snow White and her rebellion's camp. Now I'll make this short." Rumple waved a hand over the huntsman's heart casting a spell so it could never be pulled from his chest again.

"I don't like being in people's debt. You helped my Belle and now I've helped you. We're even. So I don't want you coming to me trying to claim any favors." The Huntsman stared at him.

"She was right you really do love her." Rumple sighed his face softening slightly.

"I am grateful for the kindness that you showed her and the fact that you helped her when I couldn't. That said if I hear you repeat that you'll be skinned alive are we clear?" The Huntsman smirked slightly in a way that annoyed Rumple.

"Understood. Say hello to Belle for me and take care of her." With that the Huntsman began to make his way towards the lights of Snow White's camp and Rumple with a roll of his amber eyes returned home to his true love.

Author’s Note: SOOO the Huntsman is saved. We shall see what sort of ramifications that has later. Also more Pip and Hatter which is always fun. Thanks to all that have commented if you like the story or even have suggestions on what you’d like to see/feedback please let me know your thoughts in the comments! I like to hear what I’m doing right and how I can make things better for my readers! Until next time!

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Belle had been quite happy to hear that the Huntsman had been freed from his servitude to the Queen. She had been quite worried about what sort of retaliation the Queen might come up with. It put her mind at easy to know the man was safe.

As for Rumple's punishment for the Queen. She knew she couldn't withhold him from punishing Regina in any form both because of the fact that it simply wasn't Rumple's way to let those who hurt his loved ones go without consequence but also because it would set a dangerous precedent.

If the Queen could harm her with no retaliation on Rumple's part then there was no reason for anyone else to be concerned about harming her. Belle also couldn't deny she didn't want the Queen to get some form of comeuppance. Death was a bit much but she didn't want Regina getting off scott free. So she contented herself with knowing the Queen wouldn't die and had left the rest to Rumple.

That said she'd been surprised she didn't need to talk him out of killing Regina. He'd said he would explain it and now as she sat next to him at his wheel she decided to ask.

"You said Regina was a necessary evil and that was why you didn't plan on killing her. What did you mean by that?" Rumple's spinning ceased and Belle waited at last he turned to her.

"I told you I've been looking for a way to find my son and you said you'd help me. However, you don't quite know what you're committing to there."

"What do you mean?" asked Belle. Rumple heaved a sigh.

"I have found a way to him. However, it isn't a pleasant one. Not for everyone else. There is a curse. One that I have built that is designed to take us to the land without magic. I've foreseen that Regina shall be the one to cast it for me. Everyone in the Enchanted Forest will be trapped in that world without their memories and under the thumb of the Evil Queen. I've written in a safety net though this curse is meant to be broken. Twenty-eight years after the curse is cast the Savior, the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming will come to break the curse."

Belle listened as he described this horrible torment that everyone would be put through.

"You've found no other way?" she said at last. Rumple shook his head.

"I've searched for centuries. Half the errands that I've sent Pip and the Hatter on were dead ends towards finding Bae. Believe me when I say this is a LAST resort."

"I believe you. After all you'd hardly willingly let yourself get cursed if there were another option." said Belle. At last, she met his gaze.

"You know for certain that this won't be permanent. That people WILL have their happy endings restored?" Rumple nodded.

"I do." Belle took a deep breath.

"Well then, I can't say I like it but I'm hardly going to chastise you for resorting to the only possible way of finding Bae."

"You aren't mad then?" asked Rumple. Belle shook her head.

"No. I know you aren't doing this out of malice. Not to mention it's hardly my place to tell you what to do with regards to finding your own son. I do wonder though why you can't simply cast it yourself. Wouldn't that allow you to avoid the pitfall of being stuck under Regina's control for 28 years?"

"The curse requires you to sacrifice the heart of the thing you love most. Before I simply couldn't now I won't."

Belle tilted her head.

"What if I offered?" she said quietly. Rumple looked at her sharply.

"Not even then. I will not reunite with one person I love by losing the only other. When I find him again. I want you by my side." It touched Belle's heart deeply that even to find his beloved son Rumple was unwilling to give her up even if she would have willingly provided her heart to give him a chance to find his son.

"Very well. With that said I do want you to keep me informed of your plans and how they are to proceed. I don't want you to make some drastic decision and blindside me." Rumple nodded.

"I can agree to that much." The pair clasped hands tightly.

"I don't deserve you Belle," said Rumple softly. Belle reached up and cupped his cheek.

"It has nothing to do with deserving you silly man. I chose you because I fell in love with you. Not because of some arbitrary rule regarding deserving." Rumple looked as if he still intended to argue so Belle simply leaned in and kissed him effectively cutting the man off.

OUAT

She was staying! Belle had learned about the curse and she was still staying!

It seemed too good to be true yet the proof of it was hear in front of him holding his hands. Belle was willing to join him in his quest and even accept the unfortunately drastic solution he'd found.

"I don't deserve you Belle," he told her looking into her beautiful blue eyes. Belle reached up her soft hand cupping his scaled cheek.

"It has nothing to do with deserving you silly man. I chose you because I fell in love with you. Not because of some arbitrary rule regarding deserving." Rumple still felt given his dark deeds having someone so light as his true love was certainly undeserved but Belle as if reading his mind cut him off with a kiss that he soon lost himself in. His last thought being he would find a way to repay her.

OUAT

Belle and Rumple strolled through the garden's one day it was spring again and flowers were beginning to bloom. Belle stroked a red rose smiling.

"I'll always love that rose you gave me," she said. Rumple coughed he'd promised honesty. Well, if she hadn't left him over the Dark Curse this next transgression PROBABLY wouldn't be the end all. Hopefully.

"Yes, about that. In the spirit of honesty, it wasn't always a rose." Belle stood raising a skeptical eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Your dear betrothed may have come knocking at the door brandishing a sword demanding your return."

"AND YOU TURNED HIM INTO A ROSE?!" exclaimed Belle.

"He was more useful that way," muttered Rumple before he could stop himself. Belle clapped a hand to her face.

"A rose...really. So my current suitor gave me my former one in flower form as a gift."

"That is the gist of it," said Rumple. Belle gazed at him for a moment and then heaved a sigh.

"Well, I suppose one gets what you get when you threaten the Dark One. Just in the future when something relates to me, I want you to consult me first. I don't want people being turned into shrubbery for my sake."

"Very well, next time an idiot ex-fiancé of yours come to call I'll run my plans for punishment by you first," quipped Rumple dryly and Belle snorted.

OUAT

Belle hadn't exactly been PLEASED to learn that Rumple had turned Gaston into a rose. It did make the moment a tad less romantic.

BUT at the same time, she also remembered what a horrid man he was. The way he'd tortured that ogre child showed there was a cruelty in his heart. Different from that of her true love. Rumple didn't usually strike for petty reasons.

If he harmed someone it was usually because they crossed him first. Even Robin Hood, who didn't deserve the torture he'd gone through at Rumple's hands had technically been the one to cross Rumple first by stealing from him and then shooting him.

No, she wasn't pleased by Gaston's fate. She knew there was no getting him back after all, the flower had long since wilted and been thrown in the compost. But she also wasn't torn up over it.

"You know, I truly am quite lucky you came that day and not just because it saved the kingdom," she said leaning her head on Rumple's shoulder.

"Oh?" said Rumple.

"I could would never have been happy with Gaston. Certainly not the way I am with you."

"I am the lucky one, without you I would be in a far darker place and happiness would have been nothing more than a dream." replied Rumple kissing the back of her hand.

"You didn't foresee this?"

"Foreseeing things closer to me is far more difficult. And in all honesty if I had seen it I'd probably have run in the opposite direction."

"True enough," said Belle and Rumple faked a look of insult that had Belle laughing the sound ringing around the gardens and bringing back light to the Dark Castle.

Author's note: So Belle is again a bit more accepting of Rumple's darker side than in the show. She tries to temper him but she doesn't attempt to control him with ultimatums which I did think was a bit of problem. Belle's more ok with the Dark Curse because she trusts Rumple's guarantee it will work out in the end for everyone. She also doesn't generally take pleasure in the pain and suffering of others even if they did her wrong but she's not entirely repulsed by it which I personally think is quite human. She's still the light to his dark in most ways but it's more balanced. Thanks to all that commented if you like the story please leave a note in the comments! I update weekly! Until next time!

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Belle's speculation that there was more to Rumple's fear of being rejected than what he'd already told her finally came out about month after she was back when she walked in on Alice and Rumple talking together in the Great Hall.

Rumple was seated at his wheel while Grace, who Belle had been quite thrilled to see again mind you was seated at his feet helping wind the gold into a ball. Alice was seated on the table one leg crossed over the other. It seemed only Jefferson had gone on a trip this time.

"I don't think it should be a concern but the last time Hattie and I were in Wonderland Cora seemed to be gaining some power from what I heard."

"Yes well, she's welcome to try and conquer that madland if she wants. We needn't worry unless she show's signs of escaping." Rumple answered with a shake of his head.

"That madland used to be my home," pointed out Alice.

"Yes and would you want to live there?" asked Rumple.

"Oh GODS NO!" the blond scoffed. Sending her Rumple and Grace into peels of laughter.

"Is Wonderland truly that bad?" asked Belle as she approached.

"It's...unique." said Alice.

"Your stories about the talking Caterpillars and the March Hare sounded fun Mama," said Grace.

"Yes but there's also Bandersnatch's and Jabberwockies who would eat you up in a second your Ladyship," said Rumple and Grace scrunched her nose.

"Most born there are a less than sane and those who come and stay for long periods of time soon lose their sanity due to how little sense everything in that realm actually makes," explained Alice.

"This of course explains why Pip here is in the less than sane category," smirked Rumple.

"Well, given my association with you lack of sanity is practically a forgone conclusion," snarked Alice making Belle giggle. She did enjoy watching the two banter.

"So in short Wonderland is not the next relaxing travel destination?" quipped Belle.

"Certainly not." scoffed Rumple.

"And you mind not want to go to Randland either," came a familiar voice as Jefferson appeared in the Hall.

"Papa!" exclaimed Grace running to hug her father.

"Hello my girl," said the Hatter. Belle observed the slightly nostalgic look in Rumple's gaze at the reunion between father and child and knew he was imagining a reunion with Bae.

"Problems?" asked Alice.

"Nothing I couldn't take care of. I don't always need you to save my neck," chuckled Jefferson.

"No only most of the time," answered Alice. Jefferson turned back to Rumple and held out a pouch.

"Here you go. Just as you asked."

"Excellent work as usual Hatter." said Rumple taking the pouch, checking it, then vanishing it most likely up to his work room and handing the other man a ball of gold.

"I take it that's our cue to leave," said Alice. Grace turned and ran to hug first Belle and then Rumple.

"Goodbye Auntie Belle. Goodbye Uncle Rumple!" she said cheerfully.

"Farfarren to the both of you," said Alice and the three left.

"Well, that was a pleasant visit," said Belle.

"Yes, I admit they might be a bit of an annoyance. But a welcome one at times."

"Oh come on you like them! Why is it so hard to admit?" exclaimed Belle.

"I'm the Dark One dearie, Must keep up appearances and such," replied Rumple with a giggle that had Belle rolling her eyes as the man went to take a seat on the settee by the fire. Belle followed.

"Rumple who is Cora?" she watched as Rumple immediately tensed the way he did anytime something regarding his past came up before he seemed to take a breath and relax slightly.

"Cora, is many things." he said at last.

"You needn't say if you don't want to Rumple," said Belle. Though she burned with curiosity she never wanted to force him to say more than he wished. Rumple sighed.

"No. I'm afraid it's another story you need to know. Another part of my past." Belle took his hand.

"Whenever you are ready."

OUAT

Rumple had quite enjoyed the visit with the Hatter family. Things at the Dark Castle really were much brighter now that Belle was back and everything seemed right in the world. Pip's concerns about Cora were a little troubling but not something he was particularly concerned with. He certainly had no intention of interfering in Wonderland.

However this did unfortunately lead to Belle overhearing and now asking about Cora. Rumple sighed as he prepared to unveil yet another part of his past. Though at least this one didn't really have anything that was likely to send Belle running.

"To start with Cora is Regina's mother. If you could even call her a mother. The woman abused Regina mentally forcing her to marry King Leopold and ripping out the heart of Regina's love a stable boy in front of her and crushing it."

"How despicable!" exclaimed Belle.

"Quite. But my history with her goes back farther. You see she was once a Miller's daughter, she snuck into a ball, got caught, and claimed she could spin straw into gold."

"Not exactly the smartest claim," muttered Belle.

"Cora was bold. I came to offer my services because I had foreseen that a Mills woman would be the caster for my curse. I thought perhaps it could be Cora. I ended up striking a bargain and teaching her magic in exchange for her firstborn. She is by far my most successful student. Not more powerful than me mind you but a threat all the same."

"I think you need to stop taking on students, they seem to have a habit of becoming your enemy right after," said Belle. Rumple chuckled.

"A fair point. Anyway, aside from teaching her magic, we also became...involved."

"Oh," said Belle and Rumple read only slight surprise on her face before she tilted her head.

"Did you love her?"

"I thought I did. I suppose I was drawn to her darkness. But I certainly know now it wasn't love." Belle nodded her head and gestured for him to continue.

"She however, made me believe she loved me. She had become engaged to the prince from the ball she broke into but I asked she run away with me. She agreed on the condition we alter the contract to state I would get my child as opposed to hers."

"Did you want to start a family with her?" asked Belle and Rumple thought on it.

"I did eventually, considering I believed myself in love with her. The contract wasn't meant to be immediate mind you. Anyway, we met up on the appointed night and she told me that she couldn't do it her ambition for a life of nobility meant too much. That love was a weakness so she ripped out her own heart and put it in a box."

"SHE DID WHAT!?" exclaimed Belle.

"Ripped out her own heart yes," repeated Rumple casually. "So when she's called heartless it's actually literal in this case. I did get something of a revenge casting a spell so that her husband's three older brothers would all live healthy charmed lives so she'd never get near the throne."

"I imagine she wasn't please about that." said Belle and Rumple noticed a slightly satisfied look on her face. He giggled.

"No not really. It rather stoppered her plans to personally be Queen.

"Hence why she forced her daughter to live out her dream for her," said Belle catching on.

"Precisely."

"That's horrible. I imagined she must have gone through something terrible to make her the way she was."

"Cora certainly sowed the seeds. But I did help her down the road as well so that she'd be what I needed to cast my curse," admitted Rumple. This honesty policy was rather difficult but with Belle also somewhat freeing. At the very least nobody would be able to reveal something to her about him she didn't know.

"I remember you mentioning at one point she was your student," said Belle.

"Yes, though again another story for another time. The main point was that I needed Cora out of the way so I gifted Regina a mirror that was a portal to Wonderland. The night before her wedding Regina and her mother had a fight and Regina pushed her mother into Wonderland hopefully never to return."

OUAT

Belle took in all the information regarding Cora

"I see."

Every time Rumple revealed a part of himself it seemed it lead to another path of questions. Belle filed away her curiosity regarding the specifics of Rumple's manipulation of Regina for later.

"I see, and Alice thinks she's a threat?" she asked.

"Cora is always a threat and one I intend to keep an eye on BUT not an immediate one." replied Rumple.

Belle nodded content with that part of the answer and refocusing on the other part of the story. She now thought she had the full picture on why Rumple believed he was so unlovable. It seemed EVERY time he opened his heart, bar his son, he'd been hurt and deserted.

"No wonder you panicked when my kiss started to break your curse," she murmured.

"Pardon?" said Rumple.

"What you accused me of trying to do. Of making you powerless is exactly the sort of thing Cora would have done isn't it?" she said. Rumple held her gaze then sighed.

"I admit that is where some of those particular accusations might have come from."

"I hope you know now I'd never betray you like that. Not for anything." Rumple took her hand and pulled her closer leaning his forehead against hers.

"My darling Belle. You are the opposite of Cora in every way. I see that now. Though it's far later than I should have seen it. You've kept my secrets at the price of yourself and gave me a second chance when I was least deserving of it. I made a grave mistake not trusting you the day I threw you out but now I trust you with all my heart."

"Good," she whispered quietly before leaning up to kiss her true love.

Author's note: So this SHOULD be the last exposition chapter for a little bit at least I wanted Belle to know about Cora (which should also be a nice little shock for our Madame Mayor come that interrupted hamburger date in season two). It's also the set up for something rather big next chapter so do tune in next week! If you like my story please do leave your thoughts in the comments (I admit I was a bit surprised at the lack of reaction over how Belle reacted to the curse) it truly means a lot! Until next time!

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This was a rather big decision Rumple thought as he and the Hatter paced through the woods with Pip and the Hatter. Much as a part of him disliked getting advice from them they were the only people he could actually trust with regards to the topic of Belle. He especially hated having to ask both at the same time as they were libel to team up on him BUT he didn't have much choice in the matter.

"So, why'd you bring us all the way out here Rum?" said Pip casually. "I take it it's not for a murder you could usually pull that one off on your own."

"If I wanted to commit murder Pip, I'd have warned you not to wear such a light color today," he said gesturing to her light blue tunic.

"Alright so if it's not a murder than I presume you want our advice on a matter relating to our dear Belle," said the Hatter taking a seat.

Rumple muttered something about becoming easy to read under his breath and Pip laughed softly.

"Oh Rum. You are the ultimate manipulator. But when it comes to romance, I'm afraid you are a little out of your depth."

"Which is why you come to us, your closest friends," said the Hatter.

"Closest nuisances," snarked Rumple but there was little bite.

"Whatever helps you sleep Rum," snickered Pip before leaning against a tree. "Now what did you want to discuss?"

"I'm thinking of asking Belle to marry me," said Rumple quietly.

"Good, I mean I don't think you two are going to find anyone who would perform the ceremony given it's you, but you've never been fond of clerics anyway," said the Hatter blithely.

"You aren't wrong which is why if we were married it would be binding ourselves through magic..." began Rumple breaking off. However, Pip seemed to have caught on.

"Which is a far more permanent and binding thing than any piece of paper or pretty set of words."

"Precisely," said Rumple.

"And your problem is?????" asked the Hatter.

"Can I really ask her to make such a life altering choice? Right now, she can still walk away whenever she wishes. If I were to ask this of her and she were to agree..."

"Which she will," cut in Pip but Rumple overrode her

"Only to come and regret it..."

"My dear fellow, nobody knows exactly what's in store for them when they tie the marriage knot. You of all people know how changeable the future can be. The two of you simply need to ask yourself do you want to face the future together." said Jefferson finally appearing serious.

Pip walked closer and placed a hand on Rumple's arm.

"Hattie's right. You aren't forcing Belle into anything; nobody could do that. Lay out all the information for her so she understands the consequences of her choice and then let her decide."

"And don't bloody overthink it," added Jefferson. Rumple sighed.

"Very well. Your advice has yet to lead me wrong."

"And you said we were mad!" laughed Pip and Rumple scoffed.

"Even a mad person may drop a bit of wisdom it doesn't mean you still aren't off your rocker!"

"And you wouldn't have us any other way," replied Jefferson throwing an arm around Rumple's shoulders that Rumple swiftly shoved off.

"Paws off if you don't want to become Grace's next tea set." his words were met with laughter but it held no scorn and much as the voices in his head tried to protest Rumple couldn't help but enjoy the moment with his two oldest friends.

OUAT

Belle stood with Rumple in his laboratory he'd said there was something he wished to discuss.

"Belle," he began.

"Yes, Rumple?"

"There's...something I wish to...propose to you." Belle tilted her head to show she was listening and saw Rumple take a deep breath.

"Belle. I love you. I don't deserve you but for some miraculous reason you do love me." He paused and sighed.

"Were I an ordinary man I suppose this is the part where I'd ask you to marry me and the local cleric would do the job if you agreed. Unfortunately, being the Dark One things aren't quite that simple." Belle smiled slightly.

"Rumple is this your idea of a proposal?" Rumple returned her smile with a shy one of his own.

"I suppose it is. The thing is there's not a cleric in the land that would marry us so we would do it a different way. We'd bind ourselves magically to each other." Belle raised her eyebrows. She'd read of people being magically bonded. It was a big commitment and the fact that Rumple was suggesting it was rather touching.

"What would this bond entail?"

"Essentially it connects the two of us. We'll always be able to tell if the other is alive and you would gain a part of the immortality from my curse. Which is in itself the price. As long as I am the Dark One you will stay immortal like me. You won't age but the ones you care for, myself exempt, will. My death would be the only way to free yourself from that immortality. It's forever. If you ever chose to leave me, I would never stop you. But we would remain connected nonetheless. Before you say yes, I want you to consider if this is what you want Belle."

Rumple gazed at her with his amber eyes. There was no plea or demand in them. He was laying out the fact of her choice and she knew he'd respect whatever way she chose.

Belle considered it. Unlike Rumple she wasn't great at isolating herself from others. She had a habit of caring about people and making friends whenever she could. She would be sad to lose those over time that she would inevitably come to care for. But then there was Rumple. Could she really just stay by him till her old age gave out while he carried on the immortal road? He'd been alone for so long. He was her true love. And it wasn't like she was getting that many calls to friendship at the moment anyway. Her father had disowned her, her only real family now were the Hatters. No in her heart she knew that it was no real question.

"Let's do it."

"You're certain?" said Rumple clearly searching her face for a hint of doubt.

"I am," Belle told him firmly. After moment Rumple nodded.

"Very well," he pulled out a kris dagger on which Belle could read his name engraved in wavy letters.

"This is going to hurt a little," he said.

"I've had worse," said Belle. A dark look crossed Rumple's face at that but it soon passed and he refocused. Taking the dagger he held his hand over a bowl of some golden substance and cut a slash across his palm blood fell into the bowl below. He did the same to Belle and then they grasped hands.

Next Rumple took a long silver cord and bound their hands with it before beginning to mutter a variety of words in a strange language. Then he paused.

"Now, read what's written on that parchment," he gestured to a piece of parchment next to them. Belle obeyed.

"I Belle of Avolonea bind myself in mind, body, and power to thee Rumplestiltskin for all eternity." The silver cords glowed and thrummed with power as she spoke their hands surrounded by a strange vapor that rose from the bowl. Then it was Rumple's turn.

"I Rumplestiltskin Dark One bind myself in mind, body and power, to thee Belle of Avalonea for all eternity." The magic coursed even more fiercely and suddenly Belle felt as if she were being engulfed by a wave of power that pulled her towards Rumple.

And then as fast as it had come it was gone the cords stopped glowing and fell limp the vapor disappeared and the wounds on their hands had sealed. The only difference was now on the fourth finger of her left hand was golden ring with a beautiful garnet stone whose color reminded Belle of the color of Rumple's magic. Looking over she saw that Rumple had a slightly larger golden one set with a pale purple moonstone.

"It's done?" she asked. Rumple nodded.

"Yes." Belle laughed softly.

"Not the most conventional marriage ceremony but somehow that seems quite fitting for us."

"Indeed," chuckled Rumple. Belle took a step forward her hands on his chest.

"So. We're married." Belle felt a little nervous not entirely sure how to express what she wanted as words seem to fail her, she leaned up and kissed Rumplestiltskin. The kiss quickly began to deepen and become more passionate Belle felt a rush of warmth within her that faded swiftly as Rumple suddenly pulled away.

"What is it?" she asked her hands on his shoulders keeping him from fleeing. Rumple sighed.

"Married or not I won't ask "THAT" of you."

"You don't have to. It's freely given," said Belle feeling a little frustrated. It seemed fairly obvious that Rumplestiltskin wanted her in the way a man wanted a woman but something seemed to be holding him back.

Rumple stroked her cheek.

"You are so good. So Pure. I do not wish to defile that."

"You aren't defiling anything Rumple and I don't want to hear you talk like that again. We chose each other. We bound ourselves together in mind, BODY, and power. Is it so incomprehensible Rumple that I don't just love you for the person you are but also happen to be attracted to you?"

"Truthfully? Yes." Replied Rumple dryly. "I do have a mirror you know."

"I thought we didn't use those," quipped Belle before sighing.

"If you don't want me that way I wouldn't want to force you but if all that is holding you back is feeling that you aren't worthy of me then I ask you set aside such nonsense."

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She'd done it. Belle had agreed and bound herself to him. And now she wanted to give herself to him in another way. Not that he didn't want her mind you. But a part of him was still terrified that if he took her he'd pass the point of ruining something beautiful.

Still being his bold Belle his wife, that felt wonderful to call her that, wasn't having any of it.

"You aren't defiling anything Rumple and I don't want to hear you talk like that again. We chose each other. We bound ourselves together in mind, BODY, and power. Is it so incomprehensible Rumple that I don't just love you for the person you are but also happen to be attracted to you?"

"Truthfully? Yes." Replied Rumple dryly he knew full well the one time he and Milah had done it had only been because she'd felt a sense of duty. And he was also under no illusions as to how he appeared physically. "I do have a mirror you know."

"I thought we didn't use those," quipped back at him causing a small smile to curve his lips despite the situation.

"If you don't want me that way, I wouldn't want to force you but if all that is holding you back is feeling that you aren't worthy of me then I ask you set aside such nonsense."

Rumple gazed into her beautiful blue eyes as she said this then he leaned his forehead against hers.

"Belle. You have to be certain."

"I am." Belle's small smile transformed into a slight smirk. "You really must be the one man actually objecting to his wife getting in bed with him," she muttered and some of the tension dissolved.

Finally unable to hold back his own desires and mostly contented that she wasn't making a choice she was going to come to regret in the morning Rumple smiled back.

"Then I shall have to rectify that my lady," and with a wave of his hand they were transported to his room.

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Belle woke in a tangle of sheets to find Rumple watching her.

"What is it?" she asked turning on her side to face him completely.

"I just keep waiting for this to turn out to be a dream or a hallucination of some sort." He answered.

"Why would you think that?" she asked.

"Because everything good I ever have always disappears. It's taken, leaves, or I chase it away. No matter what the result is the same and I'm left alone."

"I'm right here Rumple,"

"For now," he said quietly toying with her hair.

"Forever. That's what I promised once upon a time. I know you've been hurt before Rumple. But I'm not Milah and I'm not Cora. I love you and I'm not foolish enough to throw our love away again. And I know for a fact you'd never let someone take me from you again."

"Not on my life. But villains don't get happy endings." At this Belle actually smiled.

"Well, it's a good thing I have a loophole then. I'm not a villain. So, it balances out. Fate will just have to leave us alone." Rumple chuckled.

"My clever wife."

"I learnt from the best. Now no more sadness. This is our honeymoon I want to enjoy it." Rumple smirked his hand sinking into her hair as he leaned in to kiss her she felt his breath against her lips.

"As my lady commands."

Author’s Note: So I don’t write smut. No shame to those who do, I just can’t and I want to keep this like PG-13 so we’re gonna be keeping it to implications and post event mentions. Just got to get that disclaimer out of the way. More importantly OUR COUPLE IS MARRIED! I hope you like the way I ended up doing it. That said to any concerned about missing out on those gorgeous vows from the end of series 3 well….lets just say those will get worked in at some point. Also if the Hatter’s (as I will refer to Pip, Grace, and Jefferson as a family) keep popping up its because I simply adore writing for them and their dynamic with Rumple. Please let me know what you think about this in the comments! (Big thank you to everyone who already has) More exciting and somewhat canon altering things to come next chapter! Until next time!

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Rumple's second biggest choice regarding Belle came a week into their honeymoon. They were together in the library. Belle was reading to him as he held her close.

Honestly Rumple was paying more attention to his wife than the actual content of the story. He'd been thinking over the decision he was about to make and was quite certain it was the correct one.

"Belle dearest," he began.

"Yes, Rumple?" she said closing the book and pulling away slightly so she could look at him.

"There's something that I wish to give you."

"More wedding presents Rumple? Phillipe the horse this morning was already more than enough," Rumple chuckled. He'd recently acquired a chestnut stallion for his wife who he remembered had mentioned that riding had been a favorite past time of hers before she came to live with him.

"I'm afraid you'll have to get used to me spoiling you. You certainly deserve it." he told her. "But this is a different sort of gift." Curiosity immediately flared in Belle's blue eyes.

"Oh?" with a flourish of his hand Rumple removed his dagger from the inside of his vest and presented it to Belle who immediately recoiled.

"No Rumple. Absolutely not! I won't take into my keeping a device which contains your free will." Rumple smiled slightly he'd expected this.

"And in saying that you prove immediately why you are the best candidate to hold it in the first place. You don't seek it's power."

The voices in his head were roaring in disagreement but he ignored them. This was his choice. Not theirs.

For her part Belle looked appalled.

"Of course not! Nobody should have that sort of power over another person!" the brunette across from him exclaimed.

"A fair point. Yet I want you to have it all the same." Belle shook her head.

"But why?"

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The LAST thing that Belle had expected Rumple to offer her in that moment was his dagger. The source of his power and the item which his free will was bound to. She stared distastefully at the weapon.

"Why?" she asked.

"A few reasons. Firstly, it equals the power balance between us."

"Does it? Because by my count that thing means I can control you," interrupted Belle.

"It's a matter of trust Belle, you've bound yourself to me magically. The only way that that you could be freed from that bond is through my death. I'm providing you with the way out should you ever seek it. Secondly, I trust that unless the circumstances were quite extreme having the danger in your hands would truly be no different than in mine because you are the one person who I can trust not to use it against me. And if you were to use it, I know it would be to stop me from going to far."

"Not even then Rumple. If we disagree about something we talk it out. I'm not going to force you to comply," said Belle still not liking the idea. Rumple ignored this.

"And lastly, you have sacrificed a great deal to be with me. This is the closest I can get to giving you something of equal value in return." Belle sighed.

"You really are set on this one, aren't you?"

"Quite, I've thought it over for quite some time. Before we were married in fact."

"Rumple. Even setting aside the fact that I dislike the idea of having an artifact that can control you, surely, I'm not the safest person to have it with? Of course I won't abuse it's power and I would fight till my last breath before I allowed another soul to take it from me and use it against you, but at the end of the day I'm fairly limited. I'm an adequate fighter but nowhere near powerful enough to protect such an object.

"Would you accept it if that were not an issue?" asked Rumple.

Belle pursed her lips. Rumple really was dead certain it seemed about handing over the dagger to her. Much as she didn't want it if that was truly what he desired she knew he wasn't one to be swayed from his convictions. She also recognized what a huge display of trust this was. He was quite literally putting his free will in her hands as surely as when she'd let him hold her heart.

"I would. But only if you help me find a way to protect it. I'm not just carrying the bloody thing on me with no protections."

"That shouldn't be a problem. I am the most powerful sorcerer in the land." he said.

"Though not the humblest," quipped Belle.

"False humility is as irritating as arrogance," shrugged Rumple. "Now let’s set up those protections, shall we?"

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Belle had made a good point about her being able to protect the dagger and Rumple had been prepared for that partially but even he hadn't thought up everything that Belle did when it came to spells.

The first thing they did was disguise it. The dagger was shrunk and attached with magic to a long chain around Belle's neck that she would tuck beneath her blouse however should the necklace ever accidentally fall free all that anyone would see was a simple silver cross.

If she did want to access the dagger all she had to do was say the word "apparentem" and it would materialize in her hand to return it to it's hidden spot she would say "reditus".

"I've made it so you are the only one that can summon the dagger and that chain can't be ripped from your neck by physical force or magic." said Rumple.

"We should add a spell that I have to summon it willingly. That way if something happened to me, I couldn't be forced to summon the dagger." suggested Belle. Rumple hadn't thought of that angle but nodded and added that particular protection as well grateful for his brilliant wife.

"There. I think it's more powerfully protected than any other object. I don't think there's any way someone could get that thing off you without your permission."

"You really are certain about this?" asked Belle a final time and Rumplestiltskin nodded.

"I am." He took the chain and attached it around her neck. Where he had secured it glowed before forming one solid and unbreakable chain. Belle turned to face him.

"I'll protect it with my life. And I swear I'll never abuse it. If you want it back all you need do is ask.” He smiled and kissed her forehead.

"I know."

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Belle loved riding. When she'd lived in Avalonea it had been something she'd bonded over with her father. While her mother taught her to love books and fostered a thirst for adventure, her father made sure she knew her way around a saddle. They would once a week go out and ride together, the two of them (with a limited and distant escort) and talk about what was going on in Belle's life.

She honestly didn't have much else she'd related to with her father. He'd been fairly traditional, although admittedly she knew he'd only pushed the marriage to Gaston for the sake of their kingdom.

But despite the fact that she'd not shared much in common with him she'd always loved him and he her. Well up until he sold her out to the Queen. Then it seemed his love for his daughter had become misplaced. She still held out hope that perhaps with time they might reconcile.

Still, for now she would enjoy riding the beautiful stallion her husband had gifted her. What many didn't realize was how vast Rumple's lands actually were. There was a reasonable amount of room for her horse to run around. Rumple had also been kind enough on a few occasions to transport them to some empty meadows and areas where she could truly let Phillipe run free.

For now, Belle had gone to the far end North end of Rumple's property which had some lovely apple trees. She was very mindful not to step out of the wards.

Where once this might have made her feel like a prisoner now, she simply felt at home. She understood they were for the safety of the castle's inhabitants for as had been proven there were many that would desire to harm Rumple and those close to him.

Yes, she wasn't a prisoner, nor even a maid any longer, she was the Lady of the Dark Castle.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a familiar and entirely unwelcome voice floating over from beyond the wards.

"So, you've made your choice." Belle looked up to see the small floating form of the Blue Fairy. She'd neglected to mention for the time being the woman's refusal to help her to Rumple as she knew there was already enough enmity between him and the fairies and didn't want him doing something foolish like trying to attack them over her. In the long run it wasn't worth it.

"Yes, I have. I did tell you as much the last time we spoke," said Belle shortly. "Which makes me wonder what you are doing here."

"I had to be certain that my spells were correct." THAT sent up alarms in Belle's mind.

"Spells?"

"Oh, a simple tracking spell," said the Blue Fairy. "It truly is a shame that you've chosen to stay with him." Then she paused her eyes narrowing fluttering as close as she could without touching the wards.

"No. You haven't just returned. You've bound yourself to him! I can sense his magic in you."

"Well, we weren't getting married any other way," said Belle not feeling the need to genuinely justify her choices. "As for it being a shame, I really will never understand how a paragon of goodness can be so against proven true love."

"You are delusional child if you think that is what you have." scoffed the fairy.

"No you are the delusional one. You know NOTHING of Rumple and judge him simply as the Dark One! You ignore any and all proof that there is good in him because it goes contrary to what you want to believe."

"He couldn't fight the darkness for his son do you think he would do so for you?" sneered the Blue Fairy.

"He fights the darkness EVERY DAY. And yes, sometimes he loses. In Bae's case he lost in the worst way possible. But if he were as evil as you make out, he wouldn't want to get his son back."

The Blue Fairy sniffed and shook her head in a sanctimonious manner.

"I stand by what I've said. It's a waste you've chosen this path as the Dark One's lackey. You could have been a hero."

"I saved my people in going with him that was heroic enough for me. I don't need affirmation from you to know I did the right thing. And in the end it turned out to be the best choice I ever made. Both for my people and myself." she paused.

"In fact, I suppose I might even have to thank you. Had you not been so snobbish as to ignore our calls for help against the ogres we'd never have turned to the Dark One and I'd never have met Rumple."

Now THAT left the Blue Bug speechless. Belle glared before remounting Phillipe.

"I'd I get away from MY home if I were you, I wouldn't put it past Rumple to have the ward warn him if we were beginning to have a pest problem. And he's not quite as peaceful as me."

With that she turned her stallion and rode back to the castle feeling rather vindicated.

She relayed the conversation to Rumple, who after removing what he found to have been a minor tracking spell the fairy appeared to have placed on her when she'd been in Regina's tower, proceeded to burst into laughter when Belle described having left the chief fairy utterly gob smacked.

"Well," began Rumple when he finally calmed down. "It was about time the knat got a good tongue lashing." Belle giggled before turning slightly more serious.

"Do you think she'll try and move against us?"

"I think we should be as on guard as usual. But she should mostly have more on her plate with helping Snow White handle Regina."

"That sounds about right," said Belle who knew that life as the true love of the Dark One did mean that she would have to be somewhat perpetually on her guard.

"Don't worry too much." Rumple told her as his fingers began to card through her hair.

"Certainly not. I can think of other things to distract my mind." chuckled Belle. The Lady of the Dark Castle leaning up to kiss her husband content in her true love.

Author’s Note: So another significant departure from canon (more or less) in this case I can assure you all it IS the real dagger. None of that idiotic betrayal stuff that wasn’t necessary because she never asked for it in the first place that A&E came up with. So let me know what you think of that choice. (Also this Belle has the brains to do more than just carry it in a BLOODY PURSE.) Blue also makes an appearance being her usual irritating self.

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The news of the defeat of the Evil Queen by Snow White and Prince Charming and of her subsequent capture spread faster than wildfire even to the somewhat isolated Dark Castle.

Of course, it helped when the bearer of said news happened to do a lot of travelling.

Jefferson pranced through the front door a grin on his face hat slightly askew. Alice was on his tale.

"The Evil Queen has lost her crown!"

"What?" said Belle pausing in her polishing. Despite Rumple's insistence that she was now mistress of the castle and need no longer clean it Belle had chosen to continue doing chores. In a way the routine was relaxing and even somewhat rewarding.

"Ah right on schedule," giggle Rumple and Belle turned her head towards her husband.

"Will someone please elaborate?"

"Snow White's forces overwhelmed those of the Regina. They've taken the kingdom back and now Regina is in prison and set to be executed," explained Alice seeming to take pity on Belle.

"Oh! Well...that's certainly intriguing news," Belle was all for Regina facing justice but as she recalled the woman was needed alive to cast Rumple's curse.

"But how..." she broke off not wanting to say more however to her surprise Rumple shrugged.

"It's alright Belle, they know."

"They do?" she said. The curse was quite the secret and if someone were to find out and decide they were against it could be catastrophic. She knew Rumple considered Alice and Jefferson his friends but hadn't considered that he'd tell them.

"Oh, are you talking about the big evil curse his darkness plans to have cast on us to take us to the land without magic?" said Jefferson casually.

"Well, yes," said Belle surprised by his bluntness.

"We've known for a while." said Alice pouring herself some tea.

"And you're alright with it?" said Belle still a tad perplexed.

"Well, nobody WANTS to be cursed," said the Hatter conversationally.

"But as we can't fight it, we've got a relative agreement with Rumple." Alice finished.

"I'm planning to see what I can do to mitigate the consequences for the Hatter, Pip, and Grace." said Rumple quietly.

"Friendship with the Dark One has it's perks," said Alice with a smirk.

"Anyway, back to the matter at hand I believe Belle here was wondering how that curse is going to get cast if the Evil Queen is executed. Right?" said Jefferson.

"Precisely," said Belle.

"Oh I wouldn't worry. I've foreseen Regina casting it which means she HAS to survive one way or another." said Rumple appearing unconcerned.

"My guess is that the heroes are going to do something idiotically noble like sparing her," scoffed Alice.

"You make it sound like believing the best in people is a bad thing," said Belle wryly.

"When said person has burnt multiple towns to the ground, massacred hundreds in search of once person she's too incompetent to kill, and has proven time and again she enjoys causing others pain I feel a little cynicism is more than justified.”

"Still it will certainly suit our purposes best if they do abide by their sterling morals," giggled Rumple and Belle rolled her eyes.

"It's a lot to leave to chance," she pointed out and Rumple nodded.

"True. I do intend to attend the execution. Just in case I have to make a last-minute save. But I'd rather not. I am trying to avoid helping that woman. Care to come Hatter?"

"An execution? What a delightful invitation Rumple." said Jefferson sarcastically.

"I just thought you'd enjoy the show." chuckled Rumple Jefferson nodded.

"Fair enough. Grace is at school so we do have some time."

"Very well, Pip? Belle?"

"Probably best not I'd rather avoid seeing that woman even if she's in chains." said Belle.

"And I don't think I trust myself not to try and teach her a lesson for the stunt she pulled on Belle." said Alice. Belle felt a rush of warmth at her friends steadfast, if somewhat bloodthirsty, loyalty.

"Then I suppose it's the two of us," said Rumple.

"Just let me finish my...." Jefferson's words were cut off and Belle had to jump forward to catch his tea cup at the man himself and Rumplestiltskin both disappeared.

"Ridiculous man," muttered Belle fondly.

"Welcome to married life, you'll be saying that a lot," said Alice her grey eyes twinkling with laughter.

"So, you two know about the curse," said Belle intrigued. Alice nodded stirring her tea with her spoon.

"Yes, its a bit complicated but I suppose the shortest way to get around explaining it is that on one of our little adventures with Rum we faced an enemy that forced him to confess what he'd be doing regarding the curse. Well Rum threatened us...again...as if we'd crossed him that time we learned about Baelfire," here Alice rolled her eyes. "But when we got back, we simply told him the truth regarding our opinion."

"Which is?" said Belle.

"Well, Hattie and I are parents. We'd rip the world to shreds for Gracie. How can we condemn Rum, our friend for doing no less? We simply requested that, if possible, he find a way to mitigate the effects on us or at the very least keep our daughter safe and he agreed. That said I'm a little surprised you are all that on board."

"Of course, I hate the idea of people being hurt by this curse. But at the end of the day...I'm not quite as selfless as some might think. Rumple likes to make me out to be this perfect bastion of goodness to his..." Belle paused thinking.

"Lord of Darkness?" suggested Alice teasingly and Belle laughed.

"Close enough. But at the end of the day given that the harm is temporary so to speak I'm going to put my true love before the rest of the enchanted forest. I know it isn't exactly heroic which is what I used to dream of being but...then again not everything seems to be the way storybooks showed it."

"Heroism is overrated." said Alice. "Now I don't suggest you go quite down the dark path I am on. But just because you don't want to risk your happiness or that of your loved ones for the sake of a bunch of strangers all the time doesn't make you bad. You love Rum and you generally bring out the best in him. Which is no small feat. You're also quite brave. I wouldn't worry too much about the titles of hero and villain. They are very much oversimplifications. People are people."

"I'm glad you understand," said Belle. "And I greatly appreciate your support and friendship."

"Of course, Belle. I'll always be quite happy that Rum decided to make that deal for you. It's nice to have another friend." Belle reached out and squeezed Alice's hand.

"Besides with our ridiculous husbands we need each other just to keep sane," Alice added squeezing back.

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Rumplestiltskin and the Hatter were both in the crowd cloaked by an invisibility spell, as the Evil Queen was tied to a stake and offered the chance to say any last words.

"What do you think can we expect a tearful recanting?" asked the Hatter.

"Been eating Wonderland mushrooms again Hatter?" asked Rumple. The Queen began with what seemed like an apology.

"I know I'm being judged for my past. A past where I've caused pain, a past where I've inflicted misery, a past where I've... Even brought death. When I look back at everything I've done, I want you all to know what I feel. And that is... Regret"

"Are you hearing this too?" asked the Hatter in surprise. "I do hope they aren't going to buy that."

"Wait for it," said Rumple knowing the Queen had too much pride to beg or even stoop to pretending to be remorseful.

"Regret. Regret, that I was not able to cause more pain. Inflict more misery. And bring about more death. And above all else, with every ounce of my being, I regret that I was not able to kill... Snow White!

"AH there it is!" said the Hatter in a faux cheerful tone.

"Arrows!" shouted Charming. Rumple giggled.

"I do love a good execution."

"Take your aim."

"Shouldn't be that hard to hit," snarked the Hatter.

"Fire!" the arrows were released. Rumple was prepared to stop them of course but as predicted it was not needed for a feminine voice rang out.

"STOP!"

Blue fairy magic stopped the arrows inches away from the former queen's throat.

"Spoil sport," pouted the Hatter and Rumple snickered. This was PART of why he brought the man along. He gave the most bizarre yet amusing commentary.

Regina was taken away and the crowd dispersed night fell and Snow White came out to the courtyard to pace.

Rumplestiltskin caused himself to appear in her throne with the Hatter leaning against the seat's back.

"My, my. Aren't we troubled, dearie?"

"Rumpelstiltskin. And..." she gave the Hatter a curious look.

"Just a passing traveler your majesty." said the Hatter with an exaggerated bow.

"Who travels with the Dark One?"

"I've had worse company." said the Hatter with a shrug.

"Who I associate with an when is my business dearie now, I think you had another question."

"What brings you here?" asked Snow.

"You have to ask? I came to witness the Queen's execution. Even had my heart set on a wee souvenir." he summoned the blindfold. "It's all very disappointing."

"You didn't kill Regina but you sure killed a lot of dreams your majesty," quipped the Hatter.

"I won't apologize for sparing her life. Not when there's a chance she might change." Jefferson snorted.

"You're joking right?"

"Now now Hatter. Her majesty is the optimistic and heroic sort we must make allowances. Regina redeemed," he trilled the two r's. "What a novel thought. And, um... How do you plan to accomplish such an impressive feat?" Snow sighed.

"I don't even know if it's possible. Am I just fooling myself?"

"Don't answer that Hatter," snarked Rumple as he hopped up knowing without even having to look that Jefferson had opened his mouth for another quip.

"Maybe you need someone to show you that it is possible."

"What do you mean?"

"Simple. I provide you with a test to help determine whether the Queen can truly change."

"Why would I trust you, when I know you want the Queen dead? You never make a deal without a price." Rumple had to give it to the young queen. She wasn't as dim as some of the royalty he'd dealt with.

"Maybe I just want her alive." shrugged Rumple.

"That I doubt." Snow scoffed.

“Question my motives all you like, dearie, but they shall remain mine."

"Yeah trying to get a straight answer out of him is worse than trying to talk to a hookah smoking caterpillar. Best not to try and fathom the mad mind of his darkness here," said the Hatter.

Snow White looked a bit perturbed by the metaphor.

"My dear nuisance’s ramblings aside I believe what he means is that, what is yours now, is opportunity. I can help you. Do we have a deal?" Snow looked at him with sharp green eyes.

"Tell me how."

Rumple giggled and the Hatter grinned madly.

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"Well I'd say a job well done," said the Hatter as they approached the Dark Castle having chosen to walk part of the way up.

"Yes. Regina will prove herself irredeemable and Snow White will exile her."

"Leaving the former Queen free to cause chaos. Which works for our purposes but it also utterly ridiculous for everyone else that has to deal with her." Said the Hatter.

“And since my deal said the Queen couldn’t harm them in THIS land, she’ll be forced to take us to another,” finished Rumple.

"You don't think Regina is going to have a change of heart?" asked the Hatter tilting his head. The pair shared a silent look and then burst into laughter.

When they had finally calmed themselves, the Hatter said,

"I was thinking of bringing Grace around again soon if you don't mind."

"Oh, I suppose I could tolerate it," said Rumple with an exaggerated sigh.

"You're close, now my friend." said the Hatter suddenly and Rumple nodded.

"I'm shocked Belle was alright with it but she's agreed to go along with it. Perhaps. Perhaps if I'm very lucky I may be able to get my boy back and have her in my life."

"Look you've gone to the ends of the Earth for that kid. If he needs someone to tell him how hard his father worked to get to him then I'm your man."

"I appreciate the sentiment Hatter but I'm not sure that’s exactly the best way to win over Bae."

"Well keep it in your back pocket just in case. Family looks out for family, eh?" said Jefferson patting Rumple on the back as they neared the front doors.

"That it does Hatter. That it does."

Author’s Note: So I decided to have the Hatter’s be in on the plan. It’s again going to be somewhat relevant though perhaps more so in the possible companion series about Alice and Jefferson (if people are interested please let me know if you want me to write that after this series). Also hope you liked the bonding between Belle/Alice and Rumple/Jefferson especially the banter regarding the execution. The Hatter always gave off the vibe of having a morbid sense of humor so I kind of loved the idea of the two of them cracking jokes at Regina’s execution. Anyway if you like the story please leave a comment below they really mean the world to me! Thanks to everyone who has read this and especially those that commented. Until next week!

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Rumple sent Jefferson on a variety of errands often dangerous, but sometimes they were just fetch and carry ones to perfectly normal, safe realms. In which case Belle was quite eager to join in the fun and see somewhere new. She wasn't really confined to the Dark Castle but it was unwise now to leave without someone with her.

Today's order was to get something from the Land Without Color.

"I want you to visit our old friend Dr Frankenstein." Rumple told Jefferson handing the man a list. "I have some items I'd like him to get me."

"Oh, the one that thinks science is more powerful than magic." said Jefferson. Rumple scoffed.

"Yes."

"Given your reaction I take it it's best YOU don't go for fear of starting an argument." said Belle.

"I simply feel no need to take an unnecessary trip to that visually dreary realm." Scoffed Rumple.

"Well, I'd love to go," said Belle cheerfully.

"Sound wonderful how about our darling girl and I take a little trip and you can go do some brooding!" said Jefferson clapping his hands as Belle went to get her cloak.

"Just be careful and stick with Jefferson please," said Rumple helping Belle into her green cloak once she returned.

"I'm always careful Rumple, don't worry."

"I worry anytime you are out of my sight," said Rumple stroking her cheek.

"Gosh you two are sickenly sweet." said Jefferson with an exaggerated sigh.

"Like you and Alice are any better," scoffed Belle.

"I'll be back before you know it," she told Rumple before giving him a quick peck on the lips and coming to stand by Jefferson.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready."

Jefferson threw down his hat and it became its usual purple swirling vortex. They grasped hands and jumped landing in the room of doors.

"This way," said Jefferson leading her to a plain white door. They stepped through and found themselves in what appeared to be some sort of laboratory. Looking around Belle was amazed to see how the color had disappeared from everything including herself and Jefferson.

Everything was in shades of black, white, and grey. Belle looked down at her now grey hands and her hair which appeared more black than brown.

"Hey!" shouted a voice and the two travelers turned to see a medium sized man in a high collared lab coat with buttons his eyes were dark and his hair a little messy as he came down the stairs.

"I thought we were finished!" he snapped at Jefferson.

"Oh, come on is that any way to greet an old friend?" said Jefferson warmly. The man approached his accent rather high class sounding.

"I'd hardly call us friends. We did a deal and I have not called on you since."

"No but I'm calling on you and I brought company!" said Jefferson totally unfazed.

"So, I see. Doctor Victor Frankenstein at your service Madame."

"Lady Belle of the Dark Castle," said Belle with a curtsy since they were using titles. "But you can just call me Belle."

"Then Victor will do. Since I'm clearly not getting you to jump back into that ridiculous hat any time soon can we at least retire from my laboratory?" asked Victor.

"Splendid, will there be drinks?" asked Jefferson. Victor rolled his eyes offering Belle his arm.

"I'm sure I have a bottle of wine somewhere."

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They left the lab and settled in a small but nice living room. Victor poured out some wine.

"You've downgraded to a small place since we last met," commented Jefferson.

"Yes, well my first experiment didn't go quite as hoped and I've had to go into something of an exile. Not that it's stopped me from my studies."

"What exactly was your experiment?" Belle asked.

"I wanted to resurrect my brother. It didn't quite work as planned."

"I thought dead was dead." said Belle.

"In a world of pure magic perhaps but science can do much. It just...didn't do it completely."

"Ah so that is the argument my husband mentioned he'd end up in if he came," said Belle. Victor nearly choked on his wine.

"Husband? Wait. You're Rumplestiltskin's WIFE?"

"Yes," said Belle simply.

"Brilliant, now I've got his little helper and his wife here to badger me," she heard him mutter.

"I take offense to that I'm hardly little. That's Belle." Quipped Jefferson and Belle rolled her eyes.

"Look we came because Rumple is in need of some ingredients. None of which are available in our realm."

"What sort of ingredients?" asked Victor.

"The morbid kind. a heart, a kidney and a tooth from a world of almost no magic," read off Jefferson.

"Like you my husband enjoys experimenting and well sometimes the ingredients are of a unique nature," said Belle.

"And you thought I'd have these?"

"You do have something of a history," said Jefferson with a shrug. Victor rolled his eyes.

"What do I get in return?"

"Gold," said Belle. "You said you are in exile and had to downgrade, presumably meaning you are on limited funds. I also imagine from your lab that your studies are not without their expenses." she could tell from the way Victor shifted she'd hit the mark.

"You can negotiate on his behalf?" asked Victor.

"Of all the things to offer gold is the one Rumple would be least concerned about I assure you." said Belle. And it was true. They really did have more gold than one knew what to do with and Rumple was capable of making infinitely more.

"Well, you aren't wrong. Funds are a bit tight at the moment. Especially given how I'm rather an outcast at the moment."

"I'm sorry you experiment to save your brother didn't work properly," said Belle quietly placing her hand over Victor's.

"As am I. He was the better of the two of us."

"Losing the ones, we love is difficult," she told him sympathetically.

"Yes, it is. Thats precisely why I hope one day to make it so that science can defy that boundary of life and death."

"Personally, I think as painful as it is the dead ought to stay that way. I've never heard of any form of resurrection in my travels magical or scientific that didn't end up in grief for both the person that died and the one that wanted them back," said Jefferson swirling his wine.

"You may have a point, but scientists are meant to push the boundaries of nature." countered Victor.

"Well, I think there's just a certain type of person in general who enjoys experimenting with the unknown. It is how the entire tower of our castle got blown up," said Belle to add some levity.

"Rumplestiltskin blew up his own castle?" said Victor.

"Yes, but don't go around spreading the word," said Belle with a conspiratorial smirk.

"Mums the word," said Victor. "Well, I suppose I can help you with those ingredients after all."

"Thank you! We truly are grateful," said Belle.

"Ah but I'd like to add one more condition," said Victor with a polite smile.

"Oh?" said Belle curious as to what the man would want.

"As I said I'm something of an outcast here and good company can be hard to find. I'd be greatly obliged if you'd return some time. You can even bring the Hatter if only so your husband doesn't think I'm trying to steal away his bride."

"I'd very much enjoy that Victor thank you," said Belle who did find the good doctor's company both charming and interesting.

"Brilliant! I knew bringing you along was going to make things easier," said Jefferson with a grin.

"I'm so glad I served a purpose," quipped Belle dryly.

"Before you go perhaps, you'd like to see the gardens? I take it that this is your first time in my world." added Victor.

"Yes, it is and that sounds wonderful," said Belle taking his offered arm and they headed outside it really was strange this world the flowers were pretty in shape of course but like the rest of the world they were painted in shades of black and white. She stroked the petals of what was clearly a rose however instead of red it appeared dark grey.

"It's truly fascinating the differences between our worlds," she commented.

"Yes, I admit your realm has it's beauties. But I'm afraid for all its lovely color I'll take scientific improvements of my time here to the more archaic world of the Enchanted Forest.

"That's fair," said Belle with a smile. "But then I think most of us would prefer our homes."

"Well technically Alice is from good old Wonderland and wild horses couldn't make that woman live there," snorted Jefferson with a laugh.

"Well, that's Wonderland," said Belle. "From what I've heard there aren't many sane people that would want to live there."

"Sane. That's what we're calling my wife. Right," snarked Jefferson.

"I didn't realize you were married Hatter," said Victor.

"Yes, met a lovely slightly murderous woman not long after my dealings with you. It was all quite nice." said Jefferson.

"You know you'll have to tell me that one sometime," said Belle as they returned to the house and Victor went and retrieved the ingredients.

"Certainly."

"There you go, right as ordered. When can I expect my gold?" asked Victor.

"As soon as Jefferson and I get back and pick it up," said Belle with a smile.

"Shouldn't be too long. Time doesn't vary that much between our realm and yours." said Jefferson taking off his hat and preparing to throw it.

"Well, I trust you to keep your word. It was a pleasure to meet you Belle," Victor kissed the back of her hand. "Before you go allow me to give you a parting gift." He stepped over and gave her large wooden object with a golden horn and a disc on it. "It's a phonograph. It plays music. With your curiosity for worlds, I figure you might like something from another one."

"Thank you, Victor. That's very kind of you. I do hope to see you again," said Belle before pulling away and jumping into the now swirling vortex that was Jefferson's hat.

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Rumple glanced up as the doorway appeared in his hall and Belle and Jefferson stepped out. Belle was carrying a strange wooden object with a golden sort of horn.

"Well? Did he cooperate?"

"Your dear wife charmed him into helping yes," said Jefferson. Rumple narrowed his eyes but before he could say anything Belle swooped down and kissed him once she'd set down the object.

"Don't even start, Victor is a perfectly lovely man with no dishonorable intentions at all. Jefferson was there the whole time. And before we left, he gifted us this object called a phonograph."

"Right," said Rumple ignoring the object for now. "So, what did he want gold?"

"Precisely," said Jefferson. With a wave of his hand Rumple transformed the pile of golden thread into a large number of golden coins in a sack charmed to be weightless.

"Take it back to him," he said handing it to Jefferson.

"As you wish your Darkness!" he said with a mocking bow. "When I get back Alice and I need to talk with you."

"I wonder what they want to discuss," said Belle curiously.

"I'm just as in the dark as you are," said Rumple curiosity aroused by the strange comment.

Jefferson returned not long after resetting the hat and popping back to his cottage to grab Pip.

Once they were all in the castle the four took a seat in front of the fire.

"What is it?" asked Belle. Rumple had to admit the Hatter and Pip both appeared quite solemn.

"It's about Grace," said Pip.

"It's something wrong with her?" said Rumple brow furrowing in concern.

"No no nothing like that," said the Hatter. "But you see. Alice and I have been talking and we've realized we've both made our fair share of enemies and while we're careful both in our daily life and when we run trips for you, there's always the chance something might happen to us."

"In that case we need someone we can rely on for Grace to go to. So, we'd like to ask that the two of you be her godparents." said Pip. Rumple dropped his goblet in shock.

"You do realize exactly what you just said Pip?"

"Yes," said the blond raising an eyebrow.

"You just asked the DARK ONE to be your child's godparent. Belle, I understand but me..."

"No, we just asked the two people we trust most in the world one of whom HAPPENS to be the Dark One, to be Grace's godparent," said Jefferson.

"That's a lot of trust to put in us are you sure?" said Belle.

"Absolutely, Grace already loves you, you two like her and would both protect her with your lives, and this way there's no risk of anyone else swooping in and grabbing her." said Pip. When put like that it did actually sound almost reasonable.

"I didn't do particularly well with my own son and you would put the care of your child in my hands?" asked Rumple softly.

"You made a mistake Rum. But I've never seen a parent that loved as fiercely as you." said Pip.

"The very first day we met you wanted to know how much I valued my child. Well right now I value her enough to put her future in the hands of someone who can both provide for her and protect her should anything happen to us," said Jefferson firmly.

"Rumple? I'd be willing but what about you?" asked Belle. Rumple sighed.

"If you are truly sure of your choice. Then I will accept this honor."

"Thank you," said Pip with a smile.

"But I suggest we get it in writing because nobody is going to bloody believe this," Rumple added and they all shared a laugh.

Author's Note: So new godparents! And Victor makes an appearance. Because I felt he was a bit underutilized in the show and would be a nice little otherworldly connection. Plus we get the origin of that phonograph we see in his castle which certainly wouldn't have come from the Enchanted Forest. Anyway! Let me know what you think in the comments below! As usual thank you to everyone for reading! Until next week (When we again depart the land of fluff!)

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"Watch your foot work dear," said Rumple as he and Belle crossed swords. Metal clanged in the courtyard as the blades met. He then used his greater strength to push her back. It unbalanced Belle slightly but she managed to find her footing and dodge his following blow suddenly he disappeared.

Expecting this Belle spun on the spot and raised her sword just in time to meet his as he appeared behind her.

"Good most magic users when they disappear will try and get behind you," said Rumple. This time Belle pushed forward trying to off foot him which failed and their blades once again unlocked.

Belle continued for a while to be able to hold him off and did draw a little blood once, but unfortunately, he did disarm her. She pulled out her dagger at this point and they circled each other with her trying to get close enough to use it ducking under the longer reach of his sword however he was practically as quick as quick as her even without magic. At last, he managed to get behind her sword to her throat just as she attempted to get him in the side with her dagger.

"Damn it," she muttered.

"Don't take it personally darling. I do have a few hundred years of experience on you," chuckled Rumple and she smiled.

"At the very least I didn't go down in the first five minutes."

"True, if anything it would buy you time to either call on me or attempt to get yourself an escape. I think we might also work on teaching you to throw that dagger. It can be useful."

"That sounds like a good idea." said Belle with nod wiping sweat from her brow. "Thank you for helping me with this." After her adventures with Mulan, she'd asked her husband to teach her how to fight.

Of course, she had been taken by surprise and been outnumbered by the Queen's men but it would have been nice to have been able to better defend herself. And now that she carried the dagger it was even more imperative.

"Certainly. Much as I would hope to be able to keep you out of danger it would be foolish for you to be unable to defend yourself. Particularly given your inclination to learn how to do so."

"Most men wouldn't want me to learn," pointed out Belle as they went back into the castle.

"Well then they are idiots. I've said it before and I'll say it again. Women are perfectly capable. And the man that underestimates one because of their gender is likely to get himself killed," said Rumple. Belle laughed.

"And that is one of many reasons why I love you," Rumple snorted.

"If common sense and decency are the line for love it's a sad outlook."

"Hmmm. Anyway, I think we're both due for a wash up and then perhaps we can retire to the library?" suggested Belle.

"That sounds delightful," replied Rumple.

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No sooner had the couple sat down in the library than Rumple sat straight upright. He could always here when someone called his name three times although he did block it out on occasion but there were precisely four people who he was particularly trained to hear and who need only call once. Belle, Pip, Jefferson, and Grace. Right now, despite the fact that they were in the tower farthest from the foyer Rumplestiltskin heard the desperate cry of Pip's voice.

In an instant he'd grabbed Belle's wrist and teleported them down to the Great Hall where he saw a sight that actually quite terrified him. Pip stood there looking a bit descheviled her grey eyes wide with fear and desperation Grace was in her arms.

The thing was, Pip was never scared. Or more accurately the woman never showed it. Happy, sadistic, or angry certainly but terrified and desperate, that had the potential to display weakness. And friends or no that wasn't something the Pied Piper EVER showed.

"Alice!" exclaimed Belle, rushing forward as the woman set her daughter down on the nearby settee.

"Pip, what the HELL is going on?" asked Rumple genuinely concerned.

"Hattie," the woman gasped. "He's gone!"

"Wait what?" said Belle.

"I left to go to the town," said Pip her eyes still wide. "When I came back the house was torn to pieces. Hattie was gone and Grace was curled in a corner."

"Grace dearie," said Rumple gently. "Can you tell us what happened? Who did this?" The girl shook her head.

"I can't."

"Something’s wrong," said Belle.

"Well obviously," snapped Pip before wincing, "sorry." Rumple saw Belle wave off the apology from behind him.

"Why isn't she crying?" said Belle. Rumple nodded having been thinking along the same lines.

"Her father's gone and she clearly saw what happened a normal child would be crying,"

"Shock?" suggested Pip.

"No, this is something else." murmured Rumple. He gazed at Grace's face normally alight with emotion now completely neutral. Emotion.

"Her heart," he whispered. Rumple gently reached his hand into Grace's chest if her heart was there, he would feel it he wouldn't need to pull it out. His hand met empty space and he swore rage bubbling up inside of him.

"Someone stole her heart."

"That's why she won't tell us what happened. Whoever has it must have ordered her to be silent," said Pip who was now beginning to look murderous.

"And that's why she's not showing any emotion. She doesn't feel it," said Belle. "Regina?" she added.

"Who else do we know in the enchanted forest that rips out hearts? Maleficent has the power I suppose but like me she's always found it a tad macabre to actually keep them and she's had no contact with Pip or the Hatter." said Rumple.

"Well that decides it," said Pip and Rumple turned to see that he was no longer looking at his friend but the Pied Piper. Her grey eyes were flashing her face twisted in a look of fury. He knew that anger well. It was the face of a parent whose child had been wronged. And the one responsible was in for a great deal of pain.

"I'm off to get her heart back."

"Very well, I'll send you there," said Rumple walking forward. "But remember much as under normal circumstances I would happily help you flay her alive before ripping out her vital organs and making a lovely soup, we need her ALIVE and SANE." Pip looked unhappy but narrowed her eyes.

"I can manage that. But I won't leave without making this QUITE unpleasant," she hissed.

"With my blessing," he told her before sending her to the Evil Queen's castle with a wave of his hand. He then turned to Grace and placed a hand behind her back. Snapping his fingers, she fell asleep and he gently laid her down.

"That should at least help her relax till we get the heart back," said Rumple.

"Thats...That's utterly despicable," whispered Belle. "Taking me was one thing. I'm an adult but harming a child like that! How...not even you would go that far."

"Certainly not," said Rumple his face twisted in disgust. "If I wasn't concerned, I might do something regrettable I'd probably have gone with Pip."

"Do you think Alice will succeed?" asked Belle.

"Certainly, never underestimate a parent," said Rumple who was still trying to calm the raging beast inside. The only thing that helped was the reminder that Pip was likely going to severely torture Regina.

"Poor Grace. Losing her father and her heart," murmured Belle gently stroking some of the child's blond hair.

"Yes, I'll be quite interested to know what's happened to the Hatter." Rumple felt a great deal of concern for his old friend and only hoped he wasn't beyond reach. They waited for what seemed like ages but at last Pip returned a red heart clutched in her left hand and Jefferson's hat in her right.

"Well it didn't take much for her to give up the heart but I had her screaming for a nice long while," said Pip with relish handing the heart to Rumplestiltskin who woke Grace before removing returning her heart and casting a protection spell over it.

The girl blinked for a moment and then tears began to stream down her face as she started to sob uncontrollably throwing her arms around her mother who was kneeling in front of her.

They let Grace cry herself out gently muttering words of comfort. At last she said.

"The Evil Queen...she...she and her men all burst in on Papa and me...and then they threatened me...to make...to make Papa use his hat to take her to Wonderland...I...I tried to call for Uncle Rumple but she stole my heart and stopped me. She said she'd cr...crush it if Papa didn't help her or if he tried to call for help. And...And then they left and she came back with an old man...but Papa...Papa was gone!"

"It's alright your Ladyship. You're safe now," said Rumple gently.

"We won't let anything else happen to you and Rumple protected your heart," said Belle.

"Why don't you get some rest Gracie," said Pip quietly picking up her daughter and carrying her from the room and to the one that had been allocated quite a while ago for when the child stayed overnight.

Upon Pips return she turned sharply to Rumple who was pacing. Wonderland was a problem.

"I need a portal to Wonderland now,"

"Pip I'm..." began Rumple.

"PLEASE Rum. I'll give you anything!" said Pip but Rumple shook his head.

"I'm not taking that bargain Pip. You aren't thinking straight for one. And for another I don't think I CAN get you to Wonderland and back. Your husband was the only one who can make the hat work and it's the only viable two-way realm travel and even then you have the problem of needing the same number of people who go in to come back."

"So I find some criminal or something and strand them there and bring back Hattie, all we need to do is find someone to make the hat work," said Pip who had a slightly wild look in her eye.

"I said before there isn't anyone and you are forgetting something else. Grace said Regina returned with an old man. That must have been her father, Prince Henry."

"Was her father being held captive?" asked Belle.

"Yes by Cora. Which means the Hatter was abandoned near Cora's territory and that in order to rescue him presuming you got past the other barriers you would be going up against Cora. It's too dangerous." Pip crossed her arms.

"Then what do I do?"

"We first look and see who the real mastermind behind the plan was because Regina didn't have the power to do this on her own," said Rumple.

"Alright then let’s do it," said Pip.

"I'll look after Grace," said Belle.

"Thank you," said Pip before the two of them disappeared reappearing in the destroyed home. Rumple immediately began to magically probe the wards he'd set up around the house. Or what was left of them.

From what he could tell it seemed like someone had managed to find a weak spot to unravel them and then Regina had come in and simply broken the then weakened wards down. The question was who was behind the original sabotage.

Pip was silent as he worked his magic though he could still feel her fuming. Her emotions were understandably running wild.

A last on the very edge of the wards he found the clue he was looking for. Tiny. Blue. Fairy dust.

"Well, the culprit is clear now," he said. Showing it to Pip.

"The Blue Bitch is the one who messed with the protections so Regina could attack?" growled Pip.

"Everything points that way. Though I'm not sure why."

"Oh it makes perfect sense," hissed Pip.

"Two weeks ago the Blue Hag approached Hattie and I trying to coerce us into helping betray you. We told her precisely where to shove it since firstly we don't have a death wish and secondly you are our friend and she wasn't pleased. This must be her way of getting revenge."

Rumple felt his heart drop. Then this was in a way his fault. The Hatters were targeted because they sided with him. He shook away his current train of thought when he saw Pip beginning to walk away.

"Where are you going?" He said.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm off to murder the Blue Bug. I'll rip her little wings off for what she's done! If I can't get Hattie back then I can avenge him by getting rid of the mastermind behind this scheme!" with a sigh Rumple froze Pip in place the woman glared at him furiously.

"We DON'T use our magic against each other," she growled.

"I think you'll find I'm doing this for your own good," said Rumple.

"LET. ME. GO!" snarled Pip unable to fight the power.

"I don't think so. Much as I'd love to see the Blue Bug dethroned. We don't really want to start that war with the heroes at the moment and perhaps more importantly YOU don't want to go on a suicide mission."

"I can take her," snapped Pip but Rumple shook his head.

"No Pip you really can't not without a lot of preparation and back up to even stand a chance and thats not figuring in her little army of bugs. You go after her tonight in a rage you AREN'T coming back. I don't need to see the future to tell that." He sighed.

"She deserves it," Pip whispered. Rumple nodded.

"Yes, she does. But ask yourself this. What means more to you? A suicidal revenge quest with only the slightest possibility of succeeding in killing your quarry or your daughter?" Pip looked confused and Rumple knew he was getting to her.

"Grace has already lost her father today. Do you truly want her to lose her mother too? Especially for something like this? You know Belle and I would look after her. But we're no substitute for her real parents." Pip swallowed and he saw all of the fight finally begin to go out of her and tears finally started to cascade down her cheeks.

"Promise me you won't go after the blue fairy and I'll let you go," he said softly.

"I promise," she replied quietly. He released the spell and she all but collapsed into him. They sat down on a log and Rumple wrapped an arm around her. He might not be the best at comforting people but he wasn't about to leave one of his only friends without support when she most needed it.

"What do I do Rum? How do I do this without Hattie?" Single parenthood. Now that was something he understood. Though unlike Milah the Hatter hadn't left willingly.

"It's not easy but you can manage. And you aren't alone. You have Belle and I. But Jefferson wouldn't want you to throw your life away on revenge." Pip nodded.

"Is he truly gone for good?" Rumple sighed.

"I don't know Pip. But I promise. If I can get him back I will."

"What do I tell Grace in the meantime?"

"The truth. It might hurt but it's better than lying to her." There was no point in trying to deceive Grace. It would only end up hurting the child worse in the long run.

"I miss him already Rum."

Rumple sighed gently rubbing circles on the woman's back. For a moment he was reminded of a scene many many years ago with another blond woman, Rowena, nearly the spitting image of Pip, comforting him in the aftermath of losing Bae.

"I miss him already Ro."

"So do I Rum. So do I."

Rumple's mind returned to the present.

"So do I Pip. So do I."

Author's Note: I did say Blue was gonna get worse! Stuff like Pips Revenge and the meeting with Blue where she tries to make Jefferson and Alice betray Rumple would be things shown in the Jefferson/Alice series. Quick reminder for anyone forgetting who Rowena was she was a friend of Rumple's during his pre-dark one/early dark one days. I mentioned her back in the Out of the Past chapter. Her relationship to Pip will be explained semi soon. Also I decided to have Regina steal Grace's heart to explain why neither called for Rumple's help and why Jefferson gave in to helping Regina since in this time line he's quite set as far as money due to still working for Rumple. Thanks to everyone who commented and is reading this if you like the story please leave a note below! Until next time!

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After the loss of the Hatter, Pip and Grace moved into the Dark Castle. It was the natural next step with the safety of their home violated and neither Rumple or Belle would have heard any objections had Pip made any, not that she was foolish enough to.

Rumplestiltskin reenforced the wards around his castle still kicking himself over having not considered warding the Hatter's house against fairy magic. But for goodness’ sake! The sorts of enemies Pip and the Hatter worried about were the kind that were generally enemies to fairies too.

It was infuriating to see once again how vindictive Reul Ghorm was. If he ever did get a good opportunity to destroy the little bug well...she'd just better hope that chance never came.

However, it seemed the blue bug wasn't finished with them. Barely a month after the pair had moved into the castle the sanctimonious fairy made one last move.

Rumplestiltskin was up in his tower working on a potion when he suddenly heard his name being called in an urgent tone. This time by Grace. Pinpointing exactly where it was, he teleported straight to the back lawn where he found Grace who was still smartly standing a good ten feet away from the wards.

The child stood, looking a little disheveled, facing none other than the blasted Blue Fairy who was hovering just outside the wards. Rumple also noted a scorch mark on a tree just to the right of the Blue Fairy. Immediately Rumple took a protective stance in front of Grace.

"What's going on?"

"She's trying to convince me to leave with her," said Grace sounding worried.

"Oh and they accuse ME of stealing children," he sneered glaring at the woman who stared back haughtily.

"I was merely attempting to save this poor child from her unfortunate situation. The home of the Dark One is not a fit place for a child and any parent that thinks so is unfit to call themselves one.

"Oh really? Because as I recall they were entirely safe and not living in the home of the Dark One until a little bug interfered with the protection on their house and let the Evil Queen in." Snapped Rumple. He saw something like surprise flash across the bug's face before she returned to her usual sanctimonious mask.

"I don't know what you are implying but it's ridiculous."

"I do wonder what your heroic allies would say if they knew the real you," scoffed Rumple. "Now you listen here. This child and her parents are under MY protection you are not to come anywhere near ANY of them again, you are not to try and harm any of them or as you might put it help them. You are to stay away unless you want to deal with me."

"You think you can threaten me?" said the fairy.

"Oh yes, because we both know the devastation that could come from a fight between the two of us. Your interference already took one child from my family. I will not let you take another. And stay away from my wife while you’re at it. Now LEAVE." He hissed stepping up to the boundary line. one hand crackling with purple energy.

The Blue fairy glared then said to Grace.

"You've made a terrible choice child. You should have come with me when you could."

"No thank you," said Grace and the pair watched the head fairy fly off. As soon as she was out of sight Rumple turned back to face Grace only to have her practically tackle him in a hug.

"I was so scared!"

"It's alright your Ladyship. I won't let anyone take you away. Although I am curious about that burn mark on the tree." The girl shuffled her feet.

"Oh, well...when she started getting more insistent I got scared I was about to call for you but I shouted for her to get away and then this white light shot out of my hands! It almost hit her but missed and hit the tree."

"A pity," muttered Rumple.

"Was that...was that magic?" asked Grace.

"Yes, it was I think we need to talk to your mother." Grace grabbed his hand in her smaller one and together they walked back to the house.

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Belle had been shocked upon hearing about Blue's attempt to get Grace. She thanked whatever entity was out there the girl was safe. The fact that Grace had displayed magic was also interesting. However the topic of Grace's magic was saved for after the child had been put to bed. Belle and Rumple were in the library when Alice came in to join them sitting down in an armchair her legs swung over the side.

"My daughter is scared of fairies," she said looking immensely angry.

"I can't believe she'd strike so soon after what happened to Jefferson. You'd think that would be enough of a revenge on you two," said Belle who hadn't thought her dislike of the fairy could increase. Rumple scoffed.

"On the contrary it would be the ultimate revenge. Make Pip look like a bad mother, take away her child on top of her husband and get leverage over me. All while looking the picture of goodness and light."

"You think she'd try and use Grace to get the dagger?" asked Belle hand coming to rest on where it lay around her neck.

"I wouldn't put it past her. Fortunately, Grace isn't dumb enough to believe fairies are all sweetness and light." said Rumple and Belle had to agree.

"I swear if she lays a hand on Grace diplomacy be damned, I'll rip her bloody wings off." snarled Alice and Belle honestly didn't blame her. She was a mother protecting her child.

"And I'll provide the board you can pin them to." said Rumple dryly.

"Is it wrong I've become used to you two talking like that? Or that I'm not entirely in disagreement?" said Belle thoughtfully who might not have been envisioning painful ways of murdering the head fairy but would certainly have been happy for her to get some form of comeuppance. Alice snorted.

"You might not be as blood thirsty as us but you can at least acknowledge what a hag Blue is. So, no."

"What did you tell Grace to comfort her?" asked Rumple curiously.

"The truth that myself and her Uncle Rumple would both destroy anyone that tried to take her from us. She actually seemed quite comforted." Answered Alice with a shrug and Belle couldn't help but smile slightly for she knew that was true. Rumple would do anything for his family. She also couldn't help but notice that the Blue Fairy seemed to be attempting to isolate Rumple first by trying to take away Belle and then the Hatters. And that wasn't counting her interference regarding Bae.

"So, what about this magic?" asked Belle.

"Well, it seems she displayed some form of light magic by her description. What remains to be decided is what to do with it," said Rumple.

"Could you train her?" asked Alice.

"You know I don't exactly have a great track record with apprentices?" said Rumple.

"Yes, but those were ones you taught with dark intent. I have a hard time imagining you corrupting Grace. Surely you could teach her even if he magic is light?" said Belle.

Rumple nodded slowly.

"The basis for most magic and it's control is the same much the dark vs light is based on intent bar some exceptions like my own."

"Wonderful, so if Gracie agrees you'll teach her to control her magic the last thing we need is her running around having magical accidents." said Alice dryly.

"Yes, that would be unfortunate. We already have one sorcerer occasionally, setting this castle on fire," quipped Belle and Rumple chuckled.

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Belle sighed blinking sleep from her eyes and refocusing on the book she was reading. It was late and Rumple was out on a deal. She had just been about to begin the next chapter when she heard footsteps on the stairs and looked up to see Rumple entering the library.

"Belle, you're up late. You didn't have to wait for me."

"I know," she said smiling up at him and moving on the setee so he could join her. "But I wanted to."

"The thought is appreciated," said Rumple pulling her against his chest as they sat together in front of the dying fire.

"So, what desperate soul did you have to attend to this time?" asked Belle.

"A girl by the name of Cinderella, her horrid step family refused to let her attend the King's ball. A ball where she is to meet and gain the love of the prince, though neither of them know it yet. So, I agreed to help her."

"For a price," said Belle a small smirk on her lips. Rumple kissed the top of her head.

"Always for a price my darling that's how magic works."

"I know that. So what was your price for sending her to the ball?"

"Her first-born child," said Rumple simply.

"Her first born...wait," Belle turned to look at him, "Why that child? You only make deals for children in bad situations what's special about this one that you want a deal for it before it's conceived?" Rumple smirked.

"Clever as always. I don't know all the details but I know that baby is a key part of getting to Baelfire."

"I see," said Belle raising an eyebrow. "And you will still consult me before making any drastic moves?"

"Of course. I did make a promise."

"What sort of woman agrees to give up her first born for a ball!?" said Belle willing to let the matter of the child itself drop for now.

"Well in truth she doesn't know that's what she's due to give," said Rumple.

"What do you mean?" asked Belle skeptically Rumple was always TECHNICALLY upfront about the cost of things. It was just that there were certain...loopholes he exploited.

"Well the dear said she'd give anything and when I provided her with a contract detailing exactly what my price was she signed without reading it." said Rumple with a giggle and Belle clapped a hand to her face.

"She signed...hmmm..." Belle felt she could only have so much sympathy for people that got themselves into their own mess just because they were foolish enough not to bother with the fine print when dealing with THE DARK ONE.

"What can I say. Intelligent royalty or in this case future royalty is a rare commodity," chuckled Rumple. Belle laughed.

"Fair enough."

They were silent for a while and Belle glanced up to see Rumple looking pensive.

"What is it?" she asked quietly.

"Is everyone associated with me to be harmed or lost?" he asked quietly.

"What do you mean?" she asked and Rumple sighed.

"Look at it Belle. Because of your association with me you were kidnapped by Regina and tortured. Because Pip and the Hatter chose to stand by me the Hatter has been condemned to a mad land and Grace was nearly kidnapped. Bad things seem to happen to anyone that associates with me. Perhaps the Blue Hag isn't entirely wrong about me being a bad influence for the people nearest me."

"Rumplestitlskin don't you dare think like that!" said Belle earnestly. "All of us made the choice to stand by you because we care about you. And all of us knew the risk when we did. You've never forced any of us to choose you. And yes, bad things have happened. But that's simply because unfortunately there are some very bad people out there who want to hurt you and those dearest to you. I can assure you that Jefferson most certainly doesn't blame you for what happened to him. Loving people can provide others with leverage or a chance to hurt you but at the end of the day it's worth far more than an armored life of loneliness. Don't blame yourself for our choices or the fact that you have people who care about you and vice versa." Belle was breathless by the time she finished her impassioned speech.

Rumple gave her a slight smile that told Belle he was only half convinced by her words.

"Who am I to argue with you?" he asked wryly and Belle sighed.

"A very good question. Because in case you haven't noticed I'm always right." Rumple smirked before leaning down to kiss her.

"That you are sweetheart."

Author's Note (PLEASE READ THIS ONE): If you can't tell I hate Blue. Plus I like the irony of her trying to steal a kid. I do think we're nearing when the curse shall hit maybe about 5 more chapters or so and I have to ask do you guys want me to add the first curse stuff from season 1 into this book or make it a separate one? My original idea was to do three books since I'm ending with season 3 but this fic has already become longer than expected and I'm not sure how long the first curse events will take to write since we will be deviating from canon (ie spoiler alert we won't be skipping straight to the two reuniting right before the curse breaks). So in short is everyone ok with book one getting SIGNIFICANTLY longer? Or do you want me to make the first curse a separate part (I should note it isn't really going to change my updating just how I split the story). Please let me know your thoughts in the comments! Until next week!

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Belle was walking up the stairs to deliver tea to Rumple, another duty that she continued with despite now being mistress of the Dark Castle, when she heard his voice arguing with what seemed to be nobody.

"NO ABSOLUTELY NOT! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! I WON'T HURT HER! NEVER!"

She stepped inside the laboratory to find Rumple clutching his head.

"Rumple!" she exclaimed setting the tea tray down immediately and stepping closer. He whipped around his eyes looking a little wild for a moment before they focused on her and he appeared to take several deep breaths.

"Belle!"

"What's going on?" she asked in confusion not seeing anybody in the room and knowing it would be impossible for anyone other than Rumple to simply disappear from inside the castle.

"Nothing. I'm...I'm fine Belle." He turned away and Belle's brow scrunched slightly.

"I thought we were being honest with each other?" Rumple sighed.

"Then more accurately it's nothing you need to worry yourself with."

"Rumple if something is causing you pain I'm always going to worry." Her husband sighed staring at her for a moment before finally leaning back against the laboratory table.

"Very well, you know when I took on the curse, I absorbed all the knowledge of the previous Dark Ones?" Belle nodded. They had gone into greater detail at one point about his curse.

"Yes I do."

"Well that wasn't the only thing that transferred over with the power. Not only did I get their knowledge. I got them."

"What do you mean?" Rumple sighed.

"I mean that I unfortunately have more than a few voices yammering in my head."

"So they have a consciousness?" asked Belle slightly perturbed at the pain having so many people in his mind must cause her husband.

"Yes, and they tend to give a less than delightful commentary at times. Normally I block them out or at least try to but some days they manage to hammer through. Usually during more emotional times.

"I see. Do they have any control over you?" Rumple tilted his head.

"I admit their voices served a certain influence in the early days of my curse when I was still learning to control it but they have long since ceased to have any say in my actions. Lately indeed they've been quite opposed."

"And what were they saying now?" asked Belle. Rumple looked uncomfortable not meeting her gaze as she took his hands.

"They were insisting that I kill you and take back the dagger. Truthfully, they've been calling for your blood for a while. You are my true love, the one thing powerful enough to combat the curse and it knows it. At the same time, it's also possessive of you now that we are bound. It doesn't know quite how to deal with that so calling for your death by my hand alone tends to be the default."

Belle knew she should really be more disturbed by this than she was but all she could really think about was the sympathy she felt for her poor Rumple who was having to deal with that maelstrom of conflicting emotions and demands not all of which were his own.

"And I take it your shouting was you telling them to shove off?" she said dryly. Rumple gave a soft laugh.

"More or less. Though in less polite terms. You aren't upset?" Belle raised an eyebrow in response.

"Why should I be upset about something that's a natural part of your curse? It's not like you actually want me dead."

"Of course not!" exclaimed Rumple.

"Then I don't see a problem," she said placing a hand on his cheek and giving him a quick kiss.

"You are far too good," murmured Rumple.

"So you say," replied Belle feeling Rumple still exaggerated her goodness at times.

OUAT

Rumple had once again been tormented by the voices in his head.

Kill her! Take back your dagger! She'll abuse it! You were a fool to give it up. You think she really loves you? Get rid of her and take what's yours!"

"NO ABSOLUTELY NOT! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY! I WON'T HURT HER! NEVER!" Rumple had shouted in response the internal disagreement at last becoming external. Unfortunately, Belle had come up to join him at that precise moment catching him before he could hide the signs of madness.

And of course, despite all attempts to dissuade her she insisted on worrying over him. It was a strange feeling. To be cared for after all these years. His curse of course railed against it but with Belle nearby it was far easier to ignore.

She was a calming light in the midst of his storm of darkness. Something he could latch onto to stay sane and retain what was left of his humanity.

And so, he explained how the transfer of the curse of the Dark One also transferred the minds of the Dark Ones bringing back some rather horrible memories of those early days when the high of the magic and bloodlust was intoxicating. When he had given into the voices rather than taming them.

It had taken losing Bae before he finally got a hold on his curse and at last set into trying to control it rather than letting it control him, despite how it appeared at the outset.

It seemed love was the one emotion too powerful for even the curse of the Dark One to override. Be it love for a child or the true love that he shared with his Belle.

He waited for Belle to look disgusted or scared. To pull away upon hearing that there were voices in her husband's head demanding her death. Yet she did none of those things. Instead, she raised one of her brown brows in surprise.

"Why should I be upset about something that's a natural part of your curse? It's not like you actually want me dead."

"Of course not!" exclaimed Rumple desperate to reassure her. Belle, bless her, shrugged and placed a hand on his cheek.

"Then I don't see a problem." She briefly pressed her lips to his and Rumple sighed as she pulled away gazing at her in adoration.

"You are far too good."

"So you say." she replied though strangely she didn't sound as if she entirely believed it. Oh well that would be a discussion for another time. For now, he could think of other things to drive away the demons. He pulled her closer and seeing the way he lips quirked suggestively transported them to their room.

OUAT

While Pip and Grace had moved into the castle for their safety, Pip still went out on occasion not that she entirely needed to but Rumple knew it was the Wonderlandian wanderlust in her and his friend, yes, he could call her that now, was always careful not to mention capable of taking care of herself. Not that Jefferson hadn't been but Regina had had the benefit of leverage in that situation.

On one such occasion Pip returned slightly later than usual.

"What kept you?" he asked.

"Believe it or not, giving romance advice to a fairy." Rumple stilled in his spinning and Belle who had been reading by the fire set down her book.

"I beg your pardon I must have misheard you. It sounded like you said you were giving romance advice to a FAIRY." Belle said tilting her head.

"To put it more bluntly who are you and what the HELL have you done with the Pied Piper?" asked Rumple. Pip laughed coming to sit in one of the chairs by the fire and as usual swinging her legs over the arm.

"I'm as shocked as you."

"What happened?" asked Belle. Rumple also approached keen to know what had happened.

"Well, I was walking through the forest when I came across a little pink fairy. Oh she got all defensive but I'm not entirely certain the poor dear knows one end of a wand from the other. I was admittedly a bit intrigued as to what had a fairy sitting in a clearing, human sized sobbing so I asked and with a bit of prompting she told me that apparently, she'd fallen in love with a dwarf..."

"Dreamy!" exclaimed Belle and Rumple suddenly remembered her tale about giving advice to a dwarf in a tavern in love with a fairy.

"Yes, I think that was the name I do lose track. Anyway, apparently he decided against running off with her because the Blue Hag told him that Nova, the fairy, couldn't fulfill her dream to be a fairy godmother if they were together."

"Sounds like her typical prejudice not to mention irritating habit of messing with true love." muttered Rumple.

"Quite. Well, the poor fairy's been doing poorly and completely miserable because of this so I simply pointed out that true love is the most powerful force in the world and she shouldn't throw hers away. I also added that there were plenty of ways she could do good without having to be a fairy godmother and follow the rules that separate her from this Dreamy."

"Did she listen?" asked Belle.

"Well, she still seemed suspicious of me but quite amenable to the idea in the end. I've no idea if she'll actually act on it but it would be delightful if she does!" a smirk was spreading across Pips face.

"You didn't do that out of the kindness of your heart Pip what's the angle?" asked Rumple.

"I'd have thought you'd have figured it out. If she does leave it's one more thing to piss of Blue!"

"That's true. I can't imagine she'd be happy about a fairy defying her. Honestly, I swear that woman is the enemy of true love rather than the champion," scoffed Belle. Rumple wrapped an arm about his wife.

"That she is. Well played Pip."

"I do hope those two get a happy ending though. Dreamy seemed quite sweet really," said Belle.

"I suppose we shall have to see I..." suddenly Rumple frozen a vision flashing across his mind it wasn't entirely unfamiliar being of the world without magic but this time along with it he saw Jefferson looking through a telescope longingly. As soon as the vision had come it was gone.

"Rumple!" called Belle from his side.

"Rum!" exclaimed Pip who was now sitting up. He shook his head.

"I'm fine." He said a smile beginning to spread across his face.

"The Hell you are what happened?" asked Pip. Belle had her hands on his arm.

"I just had a vision," he said.

"Of what?" asked Belle appearing confused.

"Of Jefferson. It seems the Hatter will be joining us in the Land Without Magic." he proclaimed. Pip gasped.

"Rum. Truly?"

"I wouldn't joke about such a thing my old friend." Pips face split into a grin.

"I'm going to see him again. Grace will have her father back!" she lept out of the chair and Rumple found himself being hugged tightly by the woman.

"Indeed, you will." he replied patting her back before she pulled away and raced up the stairs to Grace's room.

"This is wonderful news!" said Belle beaming at him.

"I quite agree. It seems Bae isn't the only one we'll reunite with," said Rumple who now felt a great deal of relief knowing that he would see his old friend again. He'd been worried that the man was lost to them for good.

"Well, I say this calls for a toast," said Belle getting up and pouring them each a small glass of liquor from the sideboard.

"To reunions," said Belle.

"May they go smoothly," replied Rumple dryly as they raised their glasses and then drank.

Author's Note: So first off to address a comment someone left a reminder this story is covering series 1-3 so it will not include Gideon (I actually try and pretend anything after season 3 bar flashbacks doesn't exist). If a baby does come along at ANY point in this series it will not be named Gideon (I neither confirm or deny plans on that front). Thanks to everyone who has been reading if you like the story please leave a note below in the comments it means a lot!

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"Would you like to go to a ball?" were not the words Belle had expected to hear come out of her husband's mouth.

"That depends. Who is it for and why are we going?" as far as she knew Rumplestiltskin didn't get invited to many balls.

"It’s the wedding ball of Princess Ella and Prince Thomas!" said Rumple sounding incredibly pleased.

"Ella. Isn't that the woman you made the deal with to go to the ball a few months back?" she asked.

"Yes, after searching the realm for the woman the fit the glass slipper Prince Thomas finally found his bride."

"Why didn't she just tell him who she was? And why did the man need a glass slipper to tell who it was he fell in love with?" asked Belle curiously.

"I don't know perhaps he felt simply knocking on doors and asking to see people's faces was too passe," shrugged Rumple and Belle laughed.

"Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind attending if you are the one taking me. Although something tells me we are less attending and more crashing this ball are we not?"

"If you want to put it indelicately then yes," said Rumple sipping his tea. "I just plan to show up and remind the woman of what she owes me."

"Yes a child she inadvertently signed away. Something tells me she isn't going to be too happy about that." said Belle dryly.

"I don't make deals expecting people to be happy with me," scoffed Rumple. "Besides we already established most people don't have your good sense when it comes to dealing with the Dark One." Belle shook her head.

"Apparently common sense isn't so common. Although for the record I made a deal with you and am MORE than happy."

"Well, you've always been an exception dearest," chuckled Rumple.

"I take it you're dressing me?" she asked

"If you have no issue with it," replied Rumple. Belle shook her head. Rumple had superb taste in clothing actually. She saw no problem with letting him dress her. She'd always been happy before. She actually guessed his good taste in fashion and fabric in part was down to his background as a spinner.

"None whatsoever," she replied.

"Then we'll leave tonight at 8pm," said Rumple with a grin.

OUAT

Truthfully the only ball Belle had fully enjoyed was the one for Grace's birthday. But that had in part been down to Rumple. Now given that she didn't have to parade around like a horse for inspection and that she'd have her exceptionally witty husband by her side to provide commentary Belle felt she'd be able to have a rather wonderful time.

She wore a poofy yellow and white off the shoulder gown that was once again reminiscent of the one she'd worn on the day they'd met though this one had a large bustle in the back. The craftsmanship was flawless. She wore her hair mostly down aside from being pulled up with pearl clips on either side.

Belle descended the stairs to find Rumple waiting. He wore a cream-colored coat and waistcoat and brown pants. To her he looked exceptionally handsome.

"Wow Auntie Belle you look lovely!" exclaimed Grace from the side.

"Thank you, Grace. It's all down to your Uncle Rumple really." said Belle modestly.

"Your natural beauty is unparalleled my love the clothes are a mere addition," corrected Rumple eloquently.

"To be fair you could probably wear a potato sack and he'd call you gorgeous," snickered Alice.

"As if Jefferson wouldn’t do the same," replied Rumple and Alice rolled her eyes. The topic of Jefferson was no longer as taboo now that they knew they would see him again.

"We'd best be off don't want to be too much later." said Rumple.

"You mean late to the ball we weren't invited to in the first place," giggled Belle.

"Indeed. Now I'm giving us both glamours for the moment we don't want to reveal ourselves just yet," said Rumple. "Yours is in the form of this pendant, touch it and the glamour disappears." Belle glanced over in the mirror and saw that she now appeared as a blond with hazel eyes. Rumple for his part appeared like a rather generic in her mind noble. He was tall with sandy hair and blue eyes. She wrinkled her nose.

"I prefer the normal you," she replied and Rumple laughed pulling her close.

"You must be the only one."

"No!" piped up a voice from behind and they turned to see Grace shaking her head. "I like the old you too."

"I'm going to have to jump on the wagon Rum," added Alice with a laugh.

"It seems people mind the true you less than you think." Rumple sighed although she could tell he was touched.

"Well I suppose that's family for you. True family that is."

"Enough of that off with you two troublemakers," said Alice shooing them and with a wave of Rumple's hand the two of them had appeared in on an empty balcony.

OUAT

Rumple had been touched by the words of Belle, Alice, and Grace. But they really did need to get to the ball. They arrive on a balcony and Belle pushed aside the curtain. The two of them slid into the crowd that was watching Ella and her Prince dance.

"They look happy," she said.

"Yes, but that happiness comes with a price," replied Rumple. The woman had gotten what she wanted but he knew she wouldn't pay up. Belle paused. "Give them a little more time tonight before you break the news just till after the fireworks." Rumple tilted his head.

"You have a kind heart and you are my wife for the latter reason I'll agree."

"Thank you," said Belle with a smile. She glanced around the room and Rumple suspected she was recognizing many of the individuals there from before the Ogre wars.

"Ugg I remember Prince Hans over there," she said pointing to a red head. "From the Southern Isles. Tried to woo me by pretending to be into my interests. Not that I bought his lies. He claimed to have read Her Handsome Hero but couldn't even get the main character's name right."

"A social climber and a liar then," said Rumple with distaste. Next Belle pointed to a brown-haired man in a feathered cap.

"Then there's Florian, nice enough fellow, I suppose he wouldn't have been a terrible match out of the lot but heavily relied on his mother's opinions. She was already lecturing me on the best way to treat her son after the first meeting."

"Is there anyone at this ball you weren't potentially going to be matched with?" asked Rumple have grumpy half amused.

"Probably not," said Belle her eyes then alighted on the couple key to Rumple's entire curse.

"Oh, and then Prince James over there with Snow White, truthfully from what I've heard he's not at all like I remember. The James I met was the second most arrogant man to ever live. Gaston being the first."

"That would be because that's not Prince James darling. It's his identical twin David. James died and I convinced his shepherd twin to take his place to slay a dragon. Then the poor fellow got stuck as a Prince where he met Snow White and well the rest is history." Belle gave him a disbelieving look.

"You're kidding."

"I'm not," he replied in a sing song voice.

"You really do make the strangest deals," muttered Belle and his blackened heart warmed at the fondness in her tone.

"Oh dear there's Lady Megan. Truly a horrid woman. She's notoriously awful to her household staff”. Rumple glared. He'd heard of that one and having an immense dislike for those that mistreated the people they thought beneath them had refused to deal with the woman.

"Oh!" Belle gasped.

"Another ex-suitor?" he asked dryly.

"No no it's my old friend Elisa."

"Ah yes the one who's brothers were cursed to be swans."

"Yes she nearly died at the stake trying to save them." said Belle sadly.

"You want to talk to her as the real you, don't you?" said Rumple practically reading his wife's mind.

"Elisa won't talk I promise," said Belle. Rumple paused. Belle could be naive about people's intentions at times. But she was also a fairly good judge of character.

"Very well, very well, I have a few desperate souls to listen to." He wouldn't make any deals but he could listen around for who might be on the verge of desperation. "I'll find you on the veranda in half an hour." Belle leaned up and kissed his cheek.

"You truly are the most wonderful husband in the world."

Rumple watched Belle sweep off towards a woman with dark blond hair and brown eyes. Trusting Belle to handle herself he slunk off to search out potential deals.

OUAT

Belle beamed as she wove through the crowd finally coming up behind Elisa. The woman was a few years older than her and had married into a kingdom just to the south of Avalonea and of about the same size.

A beauty but a shy one Elisa had had a difficult time making friends among the court, however upon visiting Avalonea she and Belle had struck up a fast friendship largely over a joint love of books. Elisa's husband Siegfried was a kind man who was utterly besotted with Elisa and had been grateful to Belle for her friendship with the woman.

Tentatively Belle tapped Elisa's shoulder.

"Your highness?" she said.

"Yes?" asked Elisa turning around a gentle smile on her face.

"I was wondering if I might have a private word."

"Certainly, and you are?" Belle smiled knowing her glamour was still up.

"A friend of someone you hold dear I believe." She saw Elisa's face become puzzled as they stepped outside onto a secluded corner of one of the balconies. Making sure nobody was around she touched the pendant around her neck.

"Hello Lis." she said. Elisa clapped a hand to her mouth stifling a gasp.

"Belle! How are you here?"

"Magic?" quipped Belle. Elisa crossed her arms.

"Last I checked necromancy wasn't possible. Your father said you'd been taken away and killed by the Dark One!"

"That's a lie." said Belle sharply feeling a rush of anger towards her papa.

"Evidently. So what on Earth is going on?" Belle pulled her friend over to sit down on a stone bench.

"It's a long story."

"I have time?" said Elisa.

"I went with Rumplestiltskin willingly to be his maid in return for him saving our kingdom from the ogres. Over time I realized he truly wasn't as awful as people believed and the two of us fell in love."

"You fell in love with the Dark One?" her friend said incredulously.

"Yes, he's not entirely what everyone thinks. But yes I did."

"And he treats you well?" asked Elisa. Belle smiled fondly.

"Better than any man I've known. He gives me the freedom to make my own choices, an intelligent mind to match wits with, and most importantly love." Belle watched Elisa scan her face.

"In that case I'm happy for you. But why would your father lie?"

"Because he disapproves of Rumple. When I was help prisoner by the Evil Queen he even conspired to conceal my presence from Rumple." Cold fury washed over Elisa's face.

"That horrid man!" exclaimed Elisa. The blond shook her head. "I thought I had it bad with a step mother that made me mute and my brother swans."

"I don't think it's a competition," laughed Belle. Elisa chuckled.

"Perhaps not my friend. But what are you doing here?"

"I'm here with Rumple, he has a deal and he offered to let me come along to have some fun. We were supposed to stay disguised but I couldn't help it when I saw you." Elisa gave Belle's hands a squeeze with her own white gloved ones.

"I'm glad you did. I admit I was so scared for you when the ogres attacked and we could do nothing. Siegfried's father refused to send aid to Avalonea as he said men fighting ogres would do no good." Belle sighed.

"He was probably right. I don't blame you. And I appreciated your letter after my mother died."

"It was a great loss. I was terribly grieved when we got the news of your supposed death. I'm glad to know that my friend is alright."

"Well if you ever find the opportunity you will always be welcome at the Dark Castle for tea." said Belle.

"I would like that, though I don't know how well it would go down politically for the crown prince's wife to be having tea with the wife of the Dark One. If only life were simpler. Nonetheless now I know you are alive I shan't give up our friendship." said Elisa with a sigh and Belle understood. One thing she didn't miss about being noble was all the maneuvering that had to be done. The way one had to watch exactly how one acted all the time for fear of how it would look.

"I'll be sure to write you at the very least," she said.

"I'll be sure to reply." They continued to chat for a while until Belle heard footsteps and looked up to see Rumple in his glamoured form.

"Rumplestiltskin," said Elisa standing up and addressing him. Her husband raised an eyebrow at Belle but removed his glamour.

"Princess Elisa."

"I hear you managed to win my friend's heart."

"Shockingly enough that does seem to be the case dearie." replied Rumple. Elisa arched her brow and met his amber gaze head on. Belle watched somewhat anxiously as her husband and friend stood toe to toe.

"Mind you don't break it."

"Perish the thought your highness." Elisa nodded her head.

"In that case I believe I'll let you go," she turned back to Belle and the woman hugged.

"It was good to see you," said Belle.

"And you," replied Elisa before finally heading back to the party.

"Well that went better than expected." said Rumple.

"I think she approves of you," giggled Belle.

"I'm honored," chuckled Rumple. Suddenly an explosion sounded behind them and Belle looked to see bright colored sparks exploding in the air outside.

"It's lovely," said Belle drawing closer to her husband.

"Yes, it is and it's also time to tell Princess Ella her price." added Rumple. Belle nodded.

"I know."

"Wait for me by the edge of the dance floor," said Rumple as they returned inside, their disguises back in place.

"Alright." Belle watched Rumple weave off to intercept Ella in the dance an idea concocting in her own head.

OUAT

Rumplestiltskin had been a little shocked by Princess Elisa's reaction, or perhaps lack of might be the better word, to the news her friend was married to the Dark One. But apparently Belle had been right in her judgement. He had to say he could respect someone who was willing to look him in the eye without fear as the Princess had.

Then it was time to deliver the news to Ella, he grinned as he watched the horror dawn on her face the woman realizing exactly what she had signed away. Ella stumbled off the dance floor and Rumple returned to Belle. He held out a hand.

"Care for a dance?" Belle smiled.

"Certainly," they began to dance to the new swift tune. As they glided around the floor Belle said.

"Rumple why don't you remove the glamours?" there was a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Are you sure Belle?"

"You've already spoiled Ella's night might as well make scene before we leave," said Belle. "I'd like everyone to see me dancing with the man I love. The true one I mean and I don't care what they think."

Rumple couldn't help but think he and Pip must be rubbing off on his wife.

"We'll have maybe a minute of shock value," he warned.

"Then let's make it count," she replied. Grinning he removed both their glamours and there were audible gasps from the crowd at the sight of the Dark One. People cleared off the dance floor however Belle was still smiling as the two of them twirled around the floor. Music continuing to reverberate through the room despite the fact that the musicians had mostly dropped their instruments in shock.

They did a final spin around the floor. Rumple spun Belle out of his arms and she twirled in place before sinking into a curtsey her right hand in his left. As she looked up at him and the music stopped shouts rang out he drew her towards him, snaking an arm around her waist. As Prince Thomas raced his way the pair of them disappeared in a swirl of crimson smoke.

OUAT

They reappeared in the library and both fell down onto the couch laughing.

"That was quite the scene dearie," he cackled.

"Everyone looked utterly shocked I think Hans might actually have chocked on his wine!" laughed Belle.

"I do believe I'm becoming a bad influence on you."

"Only a little," chuckled Belle and they both went into another round of laughter. Once they'd finally calmed themselves from their mirth Rumple couldn't help but ask Belle a question that had been bothering him.

"Do you ever miss it?"

"Miss what?" asked Belle.

"Being royalty. Living a life with balls and parties and constant social interaction." said Rumple. He was well aware of how isolated marrying him had made Belle. His wife tilted her head.

"Is that why you invited me tonight? To give me a taste of my old life?"

"Perhaps," said Rumple with a slightly shrug of his shoulder.

"Oh Rumple," sighed Belle.

"I won't say I'm ungrateful for the fact that I was born into royalty. It gave me privileges like an excellent education and in general a lack of needing to want for anything growing up. But, I can't say I regret leaving it. Had I stayed I would have been forced into a marriage with a man who didn't respect me and made to spend the rest of my life doing nothing but bearing and raising children. Dancing may be fun but I've never been one to care for the politicking and the confines that come with being royalty. I don't regret being born into royalty but I also have no regrets about leaving that life. I saved my people and am also much happier off than I would have been had I remained a princess."

Rumple listened to her speech and felt a weight lift off him. He still felt bad for how isolated she was up here unable to go out without an escort for safety’s sake but at the very least she didn't have any regrets even after getting a glimpse of her old life again tonight.

"I'm glad." he said. Belle laughed.

"So I am you silly man. So am I."

Author's Note: So Elisa is a nod to the fairytale of the Wild Swans. It's an interesting one if you want to look it up. I've come to the decision after some input from you lovely readers that I shall be tying this book off after the curse hits. We'll see how long it takes for me to deal with cursed storybrooke. Thank you everyone who contributed your thoughts on that and on the story in general! If you like the story please do leave a comment below I'm truly grateful each time I get an alert regarding one! Until next week!

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"ABSOLUTELY NOT RUMPLE!" exclaimed Belle. She stood across from her husband in the great hall. Rumple shook his head.

"There's no other way Belle."

"No other way for you to have access to Snow White and Charming than to get yourself captured and imprisoned?" scoffed Belle. The idea was preposterous.

"I have to side with Belle on this one Rum. Setting aside the fact that I loath the idea of letting those jumped up so called heroes even think they are getting one up on you it seems a bit convoluted." said Alice who had been observing the exchange between them. Rumple had just revealed that he planned to let the royals capture him over the deal with Cinderella's baby.

"The Charming’s will not be as likely to consult with me if they still see me as a credible threat." explained Rumple. Belle shook her head.

"I don't care, there must be another way besides putting yourself behind bars!"

"Belle this is for Bae, it's simply what must be done as unsavory as it may seem."

"I know it's for Bae! That's the whole reason for this curse but I simply can't accept this particular route," snapped Belle.

"Curse a realm fine, let your husband go to prison now there's a deal breaker," quipped Alice and Belle rolled her eyes at her friend's sarcasm.

"I've got it entirely planned out there's no point switching tactics now," said Rumple. Trying to think of an argument to dissuade him Belle said.

"What about us? Alice, Grace, and I? We'll be sitting ducks if you are in prison. Your enemies could swoop down at any time between your imprisonment and the time the curse hits."

"Not to mention that I doubt you can rely on the heroes to treat you well as a prisoner despite having helped them on multiple occasions." scoffed Alice.

"You'll all be fine if you stay within the castle walls, I'll arrange for food to be delivered. It shouldn't be more than a few months," scoffed Rumple.

"You're impossible," said Belle with a glare.

"Do you expect me to give up on Bae at this point?" snapped Rumple.

"No but you're the cleverest man I know I expect you to come up with a solution that takes the rest of your family into account!" snapped Belle before turning on her heel and storming out and up to the library.

She knew Rumple had a point and that his plan might be the only way. But it didn't sit well with her. Belle sighed. She needed to find another way.

After a while she head footsteps and saw Rumple come up the steps to the library.

"Belle." he said softly.

"I don't want to lose you Rumple. I'll already have to go 28 years of separation. Must I lose you before that time?" she asked tearfully as Rumple pulled her into his arms.

"It's the only way Belle. The only way I know of at least." Belle sighed she didn't want to accept it but she feared she might have to.

"The key word being the only way YOU know of," said a familiar voice and they turned to see Alice enter the library. "Normally I wouldn't disturb you two but I happened to have a rather brilliant idea."

"What is it?" asked Belle eagerly. Alice twirled her pipe between her slender fingers.

"Well it just so happens that back when the dear Snowflake was first starting out I gave her a bit of help escaping some guards and with some tips on knife work for survival. In short she's sort of in my debt to a degree. At the very least she has a more positive view of me despite my reputation. I say I make a little trip up to their castle and heavily suggest they consult with you regarding stopping the curse as you know even without song my voice alone can carry some persuasion."

"So you'll go convince them to come and see Rumple so he can get the Savior's name without needing to get captured!" said Belle excitedly.

"Precisely. It might not work in which case we can default to Rum's more unfortunate plan but I have faith in my capabilities."

"Well, considering I have no desire to be locked up there's hardly any harm in trying," said Rumple after staring at Alice pensively. The blond clapped her hands together.

"Excellent then if you'll provide me with the proper attire and a way for them to get to and from here without a several days journey given Snow's condition, I'll be off tomorrow! Who doesn't love a chance to manipulate some royals?"

"I feel like I should have taken more offense to that than I did," chuckled Belle and Rumple snickered.

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Pip was sent off to Snow White's castle with a magic coin that would transport the one holding it and anyone touching them to their desired location. Pip herself already carried a bracelet of similar power though she used it sparingly.

Personally, Rumple wasn't entirely sure this would work out but figured there was no harm in at least letting Pip try. After all one didn't want to be confined to a musty cell if they could help it.

While they waited for Pip to return, he and Belle brewed some potions in his laboratory Belle really was getting quite good, able to brew without needing supervision. They'd decided it would be wise to have a series of potions ready made to get carried over.

Rumple was working on a series of healing potions, along with a few more, explosive ones, while Belle brewed a transportation potion that when smashed at the user's feet would transport them to the destination of their choosing.

"Rumple?"

"Yes?" he said.

"I was wondering something." said Belle. Rumple glanced at her.

"You know you are free to ask me anything Belle. It might not be easy but there are no secrets between us." It was true. Being open was tricky for him but he was doing his best to try and be open with his wife. He didn't want to risk losing her.

"Well, I was cleaning the other day and I came across a picture, it was of Alice. Or at least I thought it was. The thing is the picture was handdrawn and she was dressed in clothes that were more akin to a lowborn peasant than the more, adventurous traveler’s gear she tends to wear. She also was possibly a little older if I had to guess."

"Ah yes, that's not Pip. That Rowena."

"Rowena?" asked Belle. Rumple paused making sure his potion was set before turning to look at Belle who had done likewise.

"Rowena is Pip's ancestor. Rowena was my childhood friend. She was the only person willing to spend time with the son of a coward growing up, and even after I hobbled myself, she was the only one to stand by me."

"So she understood why you crushed your leg. She recognized you did it to be with your son." said Belle.

"Yes, she did," he chuckled. "I remember she once gave Milah quite the tongue lashing over her behavior regarding Bae and myself. Row was like an Aunt to Bae, her daughter Morraine was his best friend. She also lost her husband in the war."

"So she found Milah cavetching about you being alive, on top of being an absent mother intolerable?" guessed Belle. Rumple nodded thinking back on those days before he became the Dark One.

"What happened after you took on the curse?" she asked. Rumple shrugged.

"Shockingly Ro remained my friend, I saved Morraine when I brought all the children home from the ogre war so she was quite grateful I'd imagine," he sighed. "Even after I lost Bae she refused to condemn me. We saw each other less often then but I was by her side when she died of old age."

"She sounds like a wonderful woman," said Belle giving him a tender smile. Rumple nodded; his heart filled with warmth at the reminder of his old friend.

"She was the second most remarkable woman I ever met. Like a sister really. Mind you when Pip turned up centuries later looking like her doppelganger I nearly had a heart attack." Belle laughed.

"It seems her family still stands by you after all these years."

"So it seems," said Rumple he paused.

"You know when she was dying, she said that I wouldn't be alone forever, that I would find the love of others beyond Bae someday. I never thought I'd believe it till now."

"You really need to start listening to the women in your life more often," chuckled Belle. Rumple laughed warmly.

"That I do."

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Belle had enjoyed hearing the tale of Rowena. It made her happy to hear that Rumple had at least known one person other than Bae that didn't look at him with hatred. And she had immense respect for any woman that had told that tramp Milah off. Mind you if time travel magic worked, she'd likely do the same.

Alice returned to them later that day and she waited with baited breath hoping against hope her friend had been successful. Alice walked in still wearing the elegant ice blue and white ballgown with white gloves her hair piled in a mess of curls on her head. She'd dressed up for her royal audience. She gave a twirl and then a bow.

"Well I wouldn't count our chickens before they've hatched BUT I do believe I've successfully managed to talk our monarchs into a visit."

"You did!" said Belle excitedly. Alice shrugged.

"Well it took a bit of persuasion. But after I rather emphatically reminded them both of the danger to not only their kingdom and their unborn child, and the fact that the only person who could guarantee a chance of safety was Rum...well they became more agreeable. Or at least they became scared and desperate enough to come for a visit. They mentioned stopping by in two days."

Belle practically threw herself at her friend, hugging the blond tightly.

"Oh thank you!"

"Well if anyone had a chance it would be Pip," chuckled Rumple. As Belle and Alice pulled apart alice added.

"Oh and I also have some lovely news on the subject of that dwarf and fairy."

"Really?" asked Belle curiously.

"Yes, I ran into them at the castle. Apparently Nova did end up going back and convincing her dwarf to be with her."

"I bet the blue bug didn't like that," sneered Rumple. "Did she take the fairies wings?"

"No not yet at least," apparently since dreamy here was friends with Snow White the pair told her all about how they were in love and she was so taken with the idea that the blue hag couldn't take away the girl's wings without looking bad!" laughed Alice.

"That's rather ingenious," said Belle.

"I would not have expected such cunning from a dwarf. At least if it were intentional," said Rumple thoughtfully.

"Intentional or not I'm just pleased it's one more thing to bother the blue bug." said Alice grinning. "There's also quite a bit of gossip about the woman in the yellow dress who crashed Princess Ella's ball with the Dark One. You seem to have made quite the mark." Belle blushed slightly and Rumple giggled.

"Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go change into something a bit more casual. This dress is gorgeous but I prefer to be able to walk without carrying my skirt." Alice headed up the stairs and Belle turned to beam at Rumple.

"That's that solved then!"

"Not so fast, we have to wait and see if they really do come and if they end up making a deal."

"Well, I'm going to stay hopeful," said Belle with a huff and Rumple chuckled.

"I'd expect nothing less."

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The day of the expected arrival of Snow White and Charming arrived and everything had been perfectly laid out in terms of how everyone was to act. In fact even Grace was going to get in on the action. They were all to be seated in the area by the fire of the Great Hall. Currently Pip was sitting legs swung over the arm of one of the chairs rolling her pipe between her fingers.

Grace sat on the settee a book of magic on her lap that Rumple was helping her with from his perch of the arm of the settee, she wore the gold charm bracelet she'd gotten from Rumple recently. It was created from his gold and had a pipe, a book, a spinning wheel, and a top hat hanging from it. All she need do now was tap the spinning wheel charm thrice and it would summon him. An extra precaution added since the Blue Fairy's attack.

Belle was the last to join them. He looked up as he heard her footsteps coming down the stairs and felt himself go speechless. Of course she was always lovely but today she truly looked majestic. Like the princess she was born.

Unlike her usual casual dresses, she wore a long, emerald green velvet gown with sparkles at the neck line and bell sleeves. Her hair also normally either down or simply pulled back was piled on her head elegantly. He understood immediately what she was doing. They were going to be dealing with royalty. People she was once on the same level with and while she may have technically taken a step down in marrying him, she wasn't going to look it.

"I think Snow White may have to cede her title of fairest of them all." he said as he took her hand and led her to sit next to Grace.

"As charming as always," replied Belle with a laugh as she picked up her own book.

"Uncle Rumple, what does this mean?" asked Grace and Rumple looked down to the passage she was pointing to and began to explain.

Time passed as they continued their various pursuits until the doors to the Great Hall swung open.

"Rumplestiltskin we're here..."

"Ah, ah, ah, dearie in a moment," said Rumple holding up a hand. "You can finish the passage, Grace." His goddaughter did so though he noticed with some pleasure that Grace actually read two more paragraphs before closing the book.

"Snow White and Prince Charming," he said turning at last to look at them.

"Who is she?" asked Charming nodding to Grace and Rumple immediately knew he thought Grace was a prisoner.

"My daughter, Gracelyn Hatter." said Pip from her seat. Grace stood up and curtsied.

"Your majesties."

"Are you alright?" asked Snow White. Rumplestiltskin snickered at the confused look on Grace's face.

"Of course." Then she turned to Rumplestitlskin. "Wait, they aren't going to try and "save me" are they?"

"No of course not your Ladyship, your mother wouldn't be very happy about it."

"Then we can finish our book later Uncle Rumple?"

"Certainly," he replied holding back the urge to burst into laughter at the looks of pure shock on the royal's faces. Grace gave another curtsy and then scampered off up the stairs.

"I think I should be going too, I don't believe this deal requires my expertise," said Pip getting out of her chair, she gave a curt nod of her head. "Your majesties, I'm glad you took my advice." The followed her daughter. Then it was Belle's turn she stood and walked round to stand next to Rumple a smile on her face.

"Welcome to the Dark Castle your majesties," she said.

"Belle!" exclaimed Snow White.

"I see you remember me your majesty," said Belle and Rumple watched on as his wife took a step forward.

"The word around the forest was you'd been killed by the Dark One! What are you doing here."

"Please give me a little credit, if I wanted to murder maidens, I'd have been more subtle than to choose a royal and let people know about it," scoffed Rumple.

"Not helping," said Belle with a slight smile before turning back to Snow.

"My father has been spreading that misconception for quite some time. In fact, he originally did so while working with Regina."

"But why?" asked Charming.

"Because we had a disagreement over my choice in true love. He refuses to believe I can make my own decisions and respect said choice. Until that changes there can be no reconciliation." replied Belle with a sad shrug. Rumple felt a pang of sorrow and anger.

Belle had sent several letters to Maurice in the interim since her rescue all of which had gone unanswered. He truly felt this alone was a testament to her good heart. That she bore no grudge against the man after what he had done. Then again if she were the type to hold grudges, he'd probably never have gotten a second chance.

"I'm sorry to hear that but what does the Dark One have to do with that?" asked Snow. Belle laughed.

"Haven't you guessed?" feeling it was time for him to interject Rumple stepped forward taking Belle's hand.

"Perhaps we should have a proper introduction. Your majesties. This is my wife, Lady Belle of the Dark Castle."

"HE'S your true love!?" the couple exclaimed.

"But Blue has mentioned the Dark One can't love." said Snow. At this Belle and Rumple scoffed in unison.

"I'm sure she's said a lot of things dearie," said Rumple.

"That doesn't mean that everything she believes is true. No spell can create love. My love for Rumplestiltskin is as true as the one you hold for your Charming. And just like your Charming he would go to any lengths for me." said Belle firmly giving Rumple's hand a squeeze.

"But...he's the Dark One," said Snow.

"Eloquently put your Majesty," said Rumple.

“Wait! Your flicker of light amidst an ocean of darkness!” said Charming suddenly.

“Someone got sentimental,” said Belle teasingly.

“I thought you were dead. And it’s not like it isn’t true,” said Rumple with a slight smile. He turned back to the royals, "But I don't believe my love life is what you came to discuss. You're here about the Queen's threat." The two monarchs seemed to shake themselves out of their shock.

"Tell us what you know," demanded Snow and Rumple shared an eyeroll with Belle.

"That isn't how this works dearie. It's never something for nothing." The couple glanced at Belle as if for help but she simply said.

"He's not wrong. Everything comes with a price. Though you can feel free to ask what it is before you decide."

"What do you want?" said Charming sharply.

"Oh tense are we," said Rumple teasingly. "Don't worry it's nothing to great. Simply the name of your unborn child."

"Absolutely not!" said Charming but Snow overrode him.

"Deal! Now what do you know?"

"Ah. The Queen has created a powerful curse. And it's coming. Soon you'll all be in a prison, just like me, only worse! Your prison--all of our prisons—will be time. And time will stop. And we will be trapped, someplace horrible, where everything we hold dear, everything we love will be ripped from us while we suffer for all eternity, while the Queen celebrates, victorious at last! ...No more happy endings." The couple appeared horrified however Belle's face was a mask of indifference. This wasn't news to her after all."

"How can we stop her? What can we do?" asked Snow. Rumple shrugged.

"We can't. There's nothing any of us can do."

"That's all you have?" snapped Charming.

"You might want to listen to his wording your majesty. He said there's nothing that any of US can do." said Belle pointedly.

"Then who can stop her?" asked Snow.

"Now you're asking the right question. The answer is that little thing growing inside your belly." he gestured to her pregnant waist and Charming pulled his sword.

"Come any closer and I'll cut that hand of."

"I'd rather you didn't blood is rather difficult to get out of the carpet," said Belle casually from the side. Rumple giggled and gave a look of mock fright before continuing while the Charming’s appeared a bit perturbed by the morbid humor.

"Tk, tk, tk, tk, tk. The infant is our only hope. Get the child to safety. Get the child to safety and on its—twenty-eighth birthday, the child will return. The child will find you—and the final battle will begin!" he gave a cackle for effect.

"We've heard all we need, let's go," said Charming and he began to lead Snow out.

"We had a deal! Tell me the name!" snapped Rumple and the doors to the Great Hall that had been open shut trapping the royals in. Belle stepped up to his side as the Charming’s shot her a look that clearly indicated they expected her to reason with him.

"Let us out!" said Charming.

"Belle surely you can't let him keep us here."

"But he isn't. Not really. You made a deal Snow and once you honor it you are free to leave. It's your own lack of integrity keeping your here." said Belle coldly.

"Yes, tell me her name and you can leave," said Rumple.

"It's a boy," said Charming and Rumple laughed.

"Don't lie to a seer boy. You know I'm right missy. What's the girl's name going to be?" he asked Snow White who appeared conflicted but at last said.

"Emma. Her name will be Emma."

"Emma. What a lovely name." He snapped his fingers and the doors to the Great Hall opened. "I wish you luck for all our sakes."

"Take care," said Belle simply.

"Goodbye Belle," said Snow White before the couple turned and left swiftly.

"Well how do you like that? Not even a thank you," scoffed Rumple. Though he wasn't surprised.

"That really was nasty of them to try and get out of their end of the bargain. I knew Snow couldn't keep a secret but I didn't think she'd go back on her word. It seems she hasn't changed completely from the spoiled child I knew."

"The entitlement of heroes. They think they are entitled to be given everything for free because they are "good" and get their knickers in a twist when that turns out not to be the case." scoffed Rumple.

"Well in that case being good is overrated." scoffed Belle.

"Careful talk like that and people will think you've gone oer to the dark side." said Rumple.

"I think they may believe that simply based on my choice of husband. But I mean it. I'm always going to strive to be a good person. But I've realized by now there's room for some grey area. Anyone claiming to be fully good is selling something and even then, it doesn't entitle you to free assistance." replied Belle with a shrug.

"I'm not sure that would go down very well at a meeting of heroes but I do believe you just made me fall even more deeply in love with you." said Rumple Belle laughed and drew closer pressing a brief kiss to his lips.

"Hmmm. I certainly can't complain about that."

Author’s Note: So we get the backstory on Rowena and Snow and Charming visit! It always bugged me how entitled the heroes could be and how they tried to originally back out of the deal in the show not to mention they had Rumple someone that helped them in worse conditions than Regina. So they will be getting called out on occasion. Also the reason for Rumple being able to ask three things is just because 3 generally a significant number. (Also, Belle’s green dress is pretty much the one she wears in Camelot.) We’ve got one chapter to go in this book! If you like the story please leave a note in the comments! Until next week!

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Belle and Rumple were quick to get to work the day after the Charming's visit going over the curse and finalizing details. Rumple had already worked in a spell so that his memories would get triggered the moment he heard the savior's name, Emma. Which had of course been the point of getting the name but there were a few other things that needed going over. Namely what he would ask for when the Evil Queen called on him for help with the curse.

"I'll only be able to ask for three things." he told Belle. "I originally planned on asking for a life of comfort."

"That's wise," said Belle pacing. "Otherwise, she could stick you in some powerless poverty-stricken position and we can't risk that."

"The second was that I need a way to have some level of control over her," said Rumple. "But I'm not sure how to phrase that. It has to be simple." Belle thought for a moment then smiled.

"What about she has to do whatever you say any time you say PLEASE?" Rumple thought it over and then a grin spread across his face.

"Oh, you are a genius my love. Not only will that work even without my memories but because it's such a normal phrase if I use it once my memories activate it won't be a certain give away to the Queen."

"Not to mention it's so simple she'll likely not think twice about granting the request." added Belle smiling at the praise.

"Excellent then the last unfortunately is where we run into an issue. You see, my original plan to mitigate the Hatter's suffering under the curse was to request they be together, contentedly." Belle saw immediately where the dilemma was.

"But now you have me and are torn between asking for Alice and Grace to be together or for us to be together." Rumple nodded.

"Precisely. If I don't insist on us being together Regina will undoubtably separate us and punish you again." Belle shivered at the thought but shook her head.

"But if the curse is supposed to tear away all that we hold dear, that suggests Grace and Alice will be separated. That could be rather traumatizing for Grace once the curse breaks. In fact, considering Regina's already hurt her once I wouldn't put it past her a second time."

"Nor would I. She's not happy with Pip for siding definitively with me and she holds a grudge against the Hatter for a part he played for me many years ago."

"Then our choice is clear isn't it? We are Grace's godparents after all." Rumple nodded.

"Much as it pains me Grace needs to be with her mother. She's suffered more than enough in this life and it's my fault in part." Belle stepped forward and grasped his hand.

"I disagree about the bit regarding what happened to Jefferson and Grace being your fault. But you're right when you say she should be the priority. Whatever trials Regina wants to put us through we as adults can handle. I know you'll search for me once you wake up and if worse comes to worst, we'll at the very least be reunited when the savior succeeds."

Belle wouldn't deny there was a small part of her that was afraid of what Regina was going to do to her under the curse. But she also knew it was temporary and that the strength of their love could weather whatever she threw at them.

"Then it's agreed. The third request will be for Grace and Alice to be together." said Rumple looking glum and Belle knew it was not that he begrudged his friend and goddaughter the limited safety this would provide them and more a frustration over not being able to find a loophole to protect all of them.

"Agreed," she said leaning up to kiss him.

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Rumplestiltskin wasn't upset per se about his third condition for the Queen. He was glad to know at least that Grace and Pip would be safe. Whatever Belle said he still felt somewhat responsible for the incident with Jefferson and even that aside it was HIS curse that they were all going under.

Grace actually knew about it, her mother having explained the curse to her around the time Rumple had the vision telling him they would find Jefferson in this new world. Grace had been nervous but largely accepting of the concept mostly pleased that she'd be seeing her father and trusting Rumplestiltskin's word the curse would be broken.

All in all, he was mostly just irked by the fact that he was certain Regina would use this curse as another chance to harm Belle. As expected, he was eventually called on by Regina. Well, she'd called on him a few times previously but he'd ignored her. The only time he'd seen her since threatening her was when he gave the hint for her to crash the Charming's wedding.

Now though helping her was in his best interest so he met her in the garden of her palace by her apple tree.

"You called dearie?"

"Why didn't it work!?" demanded the Queen.

"Oh, so worried...just like Snow and her darling husband," teased Rumple. Who was not going to give Regina information right away and not for nothing.

"WHAT!" said the Evil Queen sharply.

"Oh, they paid me a visit. They were quite anxious about you and the curse. Though with how you appear to be getting on perhaps such worries were in vain."

"What'd you tell them?" asked Regina looking worried though she seemed annoyed by the dig.

"The truth! That nothing can stop the darkness. Except, of course, their unborn child. You see, no matter how powerful, all cursed can be broken." He paused for effect. "Their child is the key. Of course, the curse has to be enacted first. Which you seem to be doing a remarkably poor job off."

"Tell me what I did wrong." she demanded. Rumple examined his fingernails

"For that, there's a price."

"What do you want?"

"Simple. In this new land, I want comfort. I want a good life."

"Fine! You'll have an estate, be rich." said Regina carelessly.

"I wasn't finished! There's more!" he said holding up his hand.

"There always is with you." scoffed Regina.

"The Pied Piper and her daughter Grace are to be kept together," he said. Regina rolled her eyes throwing up her hands.

"Whatever the banshee and her spawn will be safe. What else you know these things only work in threes."

"In this new land," he paused. "Should I ever come to you for any reason, you must heed my every request. You must do whatever I say. So long as I say "Please." Regina looked startled then smirked.

"You do realize that should I succeed, you won't remember any of this?" Rumple shrugged.

"Oh well, then what's the harm?" for a moment he wondered if she'd actually be foolish enough to agree to that. Surely anyone with half a brain wouldn't but the Evil Queen was far too bent on revenge for such little things as common sense.

"Deal. What must I do to enact this Curse?"

"You need to sacrifice," he flourished his hand, "a heart."

"I sacrificed my priced steed." In an instant Rumple had her by the throat.

"A horse? This is the Curse to end all curses. You think a horse is gonna do? Great power requires great sacrifice. The heart you need must come from something far more precious."

"Tell me what will suffice." he released her.

"The heart of the thing you love most," honestly if she'd read the instructions she ought to have figured that out originally. Evidently she hadn't wanted to believe it.

"What I loved most died because of Snow White!"

"Is there no one else you truly love?" he said mockingly and he knew she understood his implication. She'd have to sacrifice the one person that remained by her. Her father.

"This Curse isn't gonna be easy. Vengeance never is, dearie. You have to ask yourself a simple question. How far are you willing to go." Regina leaned in.

"As far as it takes." Rumple gave a high-pitched giggle.

"Then please stop wasting everyone's time and just do it! You know what you love... now go kill it!" Then with a wave of his hand he disappeared.

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According to Rumple wouldn't take long for Regina to finish her curse once she'd learnt the final ingredient. Due to that the four inhabitants of the Dark Castle had taken to staying close together. It wouldn't do much when the curse hit but at least they could spend as much time as possible together.

"You know I still can hardly believe she's going to kill her father," said Belle. "For all our differences I could never do that." The mere idea was preposterous. Rumple who was by the window shrugged.

"You are an incredibly kind and forgiving person my love. Regina on the other hand..."

"Is a vengeful witch who blames the wrong people for her problems and drags others into her conflicts." finished Alice from her spot by the fire.

"Precisely, Pip,” said Rumple.

"Gracie, do yourself a favor and if you can try to be like your dear Auntie Belle and avoid holding grudges," Alice directed at Grace who was curled up by her mother. Grace giggled.

"You don't want her to be like you?" asked Belle who thought most parents wanted their children to emulate them.

"Oh mercy no. I'm far to reckless and generally hard-hearted," said Alice with a wave of her hand. Belle tilted her head thinking it over and supposed she could understand it. Alice was not an unkind person when she chose to be. But she displayed that side to a rare few and was often exceptionally ruthless.

"Personally, I want to be like Uncle Rumple. Ten steps ahead of everyone!" piped up Grace. This got a laugh out of all three adults. Rumple bowed before moving to sit by Belle and put an arm around her.

"I'm honored your Ladyship but I wouldn't go around touting the fact your role model is the Dark One."

"I suppose," sighed Grace looking a little put out. Belle loved watching Grace and Rumple interact. It showed a softer side to Rumple. The one she imagined must have acted during the time he was raising Bae. Besides it really was funny to see the juxtaposition of the Dark One with a young child.

Grace was ten almost eleven now. She maintained much of the gentle sweetness of one her age. But there was something in her eyes to show that a part of the innocence that had once been there was gone. In Belle's opinion it had been stolen the same day her heart had been.

Belle was about to suggest she go and make them some tea when suddenly Rumple froze.

"It's time." he said.

"You're sure?" asked Belle and Rumple nodded.

"I can feel it. She just activated the curse. We're on the far side of the realm so I'd say we've ten minutes," They all stood.

"Well then," said Alice. "I suppose we should say our goodbyes."

Belle then stood and moved over to hug Alice.

"Take care," she said as they embraced.

"You do the same. We'll all find each other again." said Alice as they pulled apart still holding hands.

"I'm sure we will. After all we can trust Rumple on some things," said Belle. The jab wasn't one of her best but in the situation, it brought a smile to both their faces.

Next Belle stumbled a little as her goddaughter threw herself at her to hug her. She knelt down to properly embrace her.

"Goodbye, Auntie Belle."

"It'll be alright Grace," said Belle as she gave her a tight squeeze. Then she pulled away and smiled. "We'll be back to having tea parties in no time."

OUAT

Rumple felt a pull inside him as soon as the curse had been activated. A part of him felt excited finally he would be getting to where Bae was. And yet the idea of saying goodbye even for a short time to his loved ones as they were largely put at the mercy of the Queen was not a pleasant one.

He saw Grace heading towards him and bent down to catch her as she buried her face in his collar.

"I'm going to miss you," she said. Rumple tried to chuckle as she pulled back a little

"On the contrary dearie. You'll hardly know any time is passing at all. Then once the curse breaks, we'll all be together again including your father. I promise."

"And your son," she said. Rumple felt a pang. Bae had briefly been mentioned to Grace when they'd told her why he'd made the curse.

"Eventually him too. I promise you this isn't the last we'll see of each other your Ladyship." Grace bit her lip.

"And you always keep your promises."

"That I do," he said as she hugged him once more before moving on to Belle. Then it was time to say farewell to Pip.

"Ready for this?" she asked quietly.

"Hardly," said Rumple.

"Well, a bit late to turn back now," chuckled Pip. Then she hugged him."

"Thank you for everything Rum." she whispered.

"The same to you Pip." he replied and then added as she pulled back. "You and Grace shall be together. Count at least on that."

"I'll never be able to repay you for this." she said.

"There are no debts between family," answered Rumple for family was what the Hatters were. Grace having said goodbye to Belle she stepped back with her mother.

"I think we'll leave you to yourselves no," said Pip. "Fairfarren to you both."

"See you on the other side," said Belle. Then Grace and Pip left leaving Rumple and Belle alone. Rumple turned to Belle.

"Regretting all your life choices now dearest?" Belle laughed softly.

"Not in the slightest. I admit I'm a bit scared but, I know you'll get to me once you wake and this is how we find our boy." Rumple felt a rush of warmth as she spoke of Bae as her own. He pulled her into a long kiss before leaning his forehead against hers.

"I love you, Belle."

"And I love you," she replied stroking his cheek.

"Suddenly I'm thinking of all the things I should have said to you and now there isn't the time." he murmured.

"Then tell me when we see each other again." Rumple held her close reveling in the feeling of her warm body against his, her head tucked under his chin.

"Then what do we do instead?" he asked. Belle pulled away looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes that had captivated him from the day they met.

"I have an idea." she stepped away and walked over to the phonograph from Frankenstein. She started it up and a gentle tune began to play. Realizing her plan Rumple head out his hand.

"One more dance my love?" Belle curtsied.

"I would be honored." she stepped forward and they began to slowly dance around the room completely lost in each other's presence. Outside the dark curse rolled towards them but as it washed over the Dark Castle Rumplestiltskin and Belle continued to dance to the tune of true love.

Authors Note: And so book one ends! I've no idea how many chapters it is going to take to cover the events of cursed storybrooke so whether that is a book of it's own or connected to book two which covers season two I'm not sure. We'll see. But I agreed with some of my commenters it works smoothly to end book one of the Enchanted Forrest stuff here. Speaking of which shout out in particular to everyone who has taken the time to leave a comment below. They really make my day and give me the motivation to keep this fic going (To know I'm not just throwing this out into blank space)! If you like the story please leave a note below! Even if you haven’t though thank you very much for taking the time to read this! Also feel free to check out my other stories. I also model this final dance after the one in season six (just minus the awful ending) Until next time! See you in The Best Tea Cup is Chipped Book 2! First chapter should be out next week!