In the Fields of Morpheus
Author's Note: Hello, it's been some time since I've written anything and I have felt a familiar itch lately and knew that I just needed to start writing again. This story/plot recently came to me and out of all of the crazy ideas running around this was the only one that seemed to actually not be crazy out there.
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or the characters. They all belong to Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz and I am just grateful that they have created something this marvelous.
He was fading in and out of unconsciousness; he was absolutely exhausted and knew with everything that had happened in the past hours would lead up to another blood feud between members of the Royal Family. The pure Snow White now had her hands stained with blood and Regina would surly find a way to kill her in some way that wouldn't sabotage her chances of taking Henry.
Henry, yes the boy was his grandson. Never in a million years would he have ever predicted nor believed that the Savior he knew would come to break the curse would have mothered a child with his son. He truly wanted nothing to do with this family, only his son, his grandson, and his beloved Belle. Gods how he missed his Belle! It had taken him time to readjust to not having her sleeping next to him, even if it was just for a few weeks but she was still around which gave some comfort but now she was gone and all that was left was a terrified woman who didn't know who she was and even though he confessed his love and true devotion to her on his death bed he wasn't sure that would ever be enough, would he ever get his beloved Belle back?
With one last sigh, Rumpelstiltskin fell asleep.
"Rumple," a voice spoke softly. He knew that voice, that beautiful voice.