Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time. I'm just playing in their world for a bit.

This will be a series of unconnected one-shots or drabbles that I may come up with from time to time. Most will be Rumple/Belle. I'll give a little scene-setting note when necessary.

First up: A drabble on the Season 4 hiatus.


Cell Phone

He dreamed he was back in Storybrooke. Hardly anything had changed in his absence. Not even in his house. She still lived there. He could hear the water running in the shower, but he never saw her. Her cell phone was on the dresser. Next to it was a note. Any other house, the note would have been a gentle reminder to avoid confusing identical phones. Not here. Not anymore.

DON'T LEAVE YOUR PHONE NEXT TO MINE.

Were his possessions accursed now, too, that her phone could be corrupted by the proximity of his? Then the house and the shop should both be anathema to her. Yet her presence here seemed to say the opposite.

The house is mine, it seemed to say. You have nothing. You are nothing. Leave.

So he left.