Hello to everyone who will read this fic. I'm not sure about this story yet. Well, I have my plot and the storyline (I'm basically following the show, except for my OC's story) but if this fic has no readers, I'll stop publishing it, because it asks much more time & work to write and I'm already on another fanfic. So, I hope you'll enjoy it! (Oh and I use actors for my OC; it gives me inspiration; and I indicate them when I introduce them in my fic).
Once Upon mAny Times
Prologue: The Curse & The Savior.
[Anabel/Morgan Gold: Dakota Fanning.]
Anabel could hear Regina and Rumplestiltskin arguing behind her. She didn't turn around to watch them, and instead, she lighted a match to occupy herself. She knew better than to interfere between those two. That did not stop her from not liking that at all. The Evil Queen was bad news, and her coming to the prison to talk about the curse could only mean one thing: troubles.
The match died out and Anabel let it go before taking another one. She heard Rumplestiltskin's high pitched laugh resonate in the cave. Apparently, things were going well for whatever plan was in the back of his mind. Good. She didn't like it when the Queen won.
Once again, the flame died on the match. Anabel didn't bother to light another. She was really starting to get annoyed. What the hell was taking that long to talk about?! She was half ready to go past Rumplestiltskin's instructions and go see what was being said. However, she decided to do so at the same moment Regina decided she had all the information she needed. She past by Anabel, a smug smile on her face.
"Anabel." The Queen said, barely acknowledging her.
"Your Bitchyness." Spat the Match Girl between her teeth.
Regina stopped for a second then kept on. Anabel wasn't her priority today. The Evil Queen left and Anabel walked back to Rumplestiltskin. She sat in front of the bars and waited. When no words came out of the Dark One's mouth, she took a deep breath and started the conversation.
"So, what did dear Regina wanted to know about your little curse?"
"How it works." Simply answered Rumplestiltskin.
"Didn't she know that already?" Asked doubtfully Anabel.
"Well, she knew what the price could be, not what it actually was"
She frowned at him. Speaking in riddles as always. Why was that still surprising her? He always told her what she had to know about his tricks, but he had that bad habit to keep the biggest part for him. He liked to give her hints and then let her figure it out; which she hated.
"You know she will be stopped anyway. By the Savior." Said Anabel.
Rumplestiltskin did not say anything. She didn't understand yet what was the point of all this. Why would he help Regina with the curse since it was to be broken anyway? Except if…
Anabel smiled then, realizing what his plan was.
"Of course you know it. That's what you want. To the curse to be broken and to go find Bae."
"Here, I knew you were not as stupid as I thought!" He answered on the high pitched voice he usually used for his deals, but also to tease her.
Anabel tried to smack him playfully across the bars but missed her shot. Rumplestiltskin giggled as she let out a frustrated noise. There still were good times, even in prison.
There was a silence before Anabel spoke again.
"So, all we have to do now is to wait for this savior you talk about?"
"Exactly, we have to wait for Emma."
#-#
It was damp and dark that night.
A cream coloured cat was licking his fur, sat on the street near the Mayor's house. It suddenly stopped, then raised its' head, its' glowing eyes seemed to scan the area. A light yellow car arrived then stopped, right in front of the house. Two people went out. One was a little boy known by the cat, the other was a blonde woman it has never seen before. And population never really changed in Storybrooke.
"Simba!"
The cat turned around to see a young fair haired girl with clear blue eyes.
"Ah Simba, there you are!" Exclaimed the blonde girl, taking the cat in her arms.
The girl looked up and saw light and agitation into the Mayor's house.
"Well, well, well" She said stoking Simba "What is happening to dear Ms Mills now?"
Apparently, little Henry was gone missing in the morning, and that send the Mayor over the edge. For that only the girl could have loved that kid if she did not already liked him.
Simba climbed up her shoulder and sat there. The girl took a box of matches and lighted one. She then looked at the car's registration's number.
"Definitely not from here, are you?" She whispered to the car.
The flame died on the match. She let it go. The blonde started walking away, not without one last amused look to the Mayor's house. As she was leaving, she said to herself "Twenty-eight years already? Time flies."
On her way back home, Morgan Gold was smiling.
