*Author's Note*

Hello everyone.

I hope all you Once Upon a Timers like this story.

I dedicate it to my lil Sis Chippedcup007 who has always encouraged me. Thanks girly!

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**Okay so just a disclaimer**

1. I do not own any of the characters except Andi and Chippedcup007 owns the thief.

2. This story will contain graphic and violent moments. You are thusly warned. If you don't like this kind of stuff...well that's fine, but I don't want to hear any negative about that.

3.I do not own the dialogue in this chapter. It is taken from the episode

"Because no one can ever, ever love me!" ~ Rumplestiltskin

Belle was hurt. That was all Mr. Gold could think about. He held her close in the middle of the street while the ambulance came barreling down the empty street. He had been too worried and shaken to try any magic to save her. He feared anything he might try run the risk of hurting her further. He was panicked, for possibly the first time in his whole life. He had lost Belle twice already, was he to lose her again?

The past moments had changed the course of their future rapidly. There they were at the town line, separated by a red mark of spray paint, saying their goodbyes. Mr. Gold setting off to New York to find his son, Baelfire and Belle staying in Storybrooke.

"Oh, Belle," sighed Mr. Gold clutching his beloved's hand," I so wish you were coming with me." He looked at her, his eyes full of sadness.

"As do I," replied Belle softly,"but It doesn't matter," she countered with a hopeful smile.

"And why not?" asked Gold, slightly confused.

"Because you'll find him." Smiling at the bittersweet moment she continued, "and, when you do, I'll be here waiting for you when you get back."

They reached across the line to hug, when a loud bang echoed through the forest. Mr. Gold felt Belle's body become heavy as she uttered a surprised gasp. He struggled to hold her as she collapsed across the town line, causing the magic of the new curse to surge through her. Mr. Gold watched helplessly, unable to stop it. Behind them, Killian "Hook" Jones stood pointing a smoking silver pistol in their direction. His face full of hatred and malice.

"I wouldn't count on it," threatened Hook venomously.

"Belle?! Belle? Belle!" cried Mr. Gold desperately, trying to help her as he lowered her to the ground gently. His eyes were full of worry as he caught the confused look on her face. He held her close, even as she struggled to get away from him, wincing in pain.

"W-Who's Belle?" she stammered.

Mr. Gold's hands shook as he stared at the blood, her blood, on them. He search desperately, his brain scrambling to try and come up with a way to restore her memories. He knelt feebly as he looked at her unable to do anything. "Oh, no. No, no, no, no…" he muttered sadly.

Hook, who had remained silent and steadfast spoke. "Oh, fear not," he sneered," I'm sure she'll live. She'll just have no idea who you are."

Mr. Gold looked up frantically at the pirate, his face full of hurt. He choked back sobs as he stared at his dearest Belle, who continued to shake in pain. "What you've done cannot be undone!" he exclaimed, his voice breaking. His hands drifted over her face as he could think of only his beloved and how he could do nothing.

"Well, now you finally know how it feels!" yelled Captain Hook, knowing is life's mission of revenge became a reality. Mr. Gold looked at him, acknowledging him for the first time since the shot rang out. His face contorted from on of pure hurt and worry to one of utter rage. "Well, go ahead, crocodile. Do your worst!" goaded the pirate, stretching his arms out in an open invitation. He had avenged Milah, so there was nothing left for him.

Mr. Gold picked up a now unconscious Belle and laid her gently down back over the town line, back into Storybrooke. Straightening himself up he turned his attention to the pirate. Gold looked at him with hateful eyes, "Oh, I intend to."

Mr. Gold raised his hand, a swirling orb of orange fire floating above his palm. Captain Hook merely smirked, his eyes devoid of fear or emotion accepting his fate. Gold went to throw the ball of flames towards the expecting pirate when their dark scene was thrown into white illumination as a horn broke the silence. A silver impala barreled down the road towards the fairy-tale characters. Mr. Gold, spun around and saw the danger immediately. He quickly ducked and rolled, pulling Belle out of harms way. The pirate, whose eyes had been closed until he heard the horn, was not so lucky. He was given no time to evade the oncoming car. It hit him dead on, causing the pirate to roll up the windshield before falling into a crumpled heap on the side of the road, unconscious.

The car, completely out of control, swerved down the road. Mr. Gold, knowing what damage an outsider could cause, waved a hand at the car. After a second it was enveloped in purple smoke. The dense cloud drifted back over the town line before disappearing. The car was left in it's place, still speeding down the road; though now it was heading away from town. With a quick jerk of his hand, the car was yanked to the right and smashed into a cluster of trees. Everything was still for a matter of seconds before the car burst into white hot flames. After that moment, everything was a bit of a blur until the ambulance showed up.