Nameless
Prologue
A/N: Takes place during 1x12 "Skin Deep".
Disclaimer: I do not own "Once Upon a Time" or any of its characters.
Moe French was arranging flowers on a stand just outside of his truck. He had a certain fondness for flowers. Perhaps it was because they reminded him of his late wife. She loved flowers more than anything in the world, and before she died, she said that she wanted a baby girl that would be more precious to her than all the flowers in the world. Moe happily agreed. As much as he wanted a son, he wanted a daughter more. He wanted a charming little girl with a bright smile and her mother's beautiful eyes, and she would be their little flower.
However, before they had the chance to bring a daughter into the world, Mrs. French fell very ill. Moe didn't have too many memories of that time, and he didn't like to think about it either. It would have been too painful. He would rather look at the flowers and remember his beautiful wife that way. He often thought of her smile and her laugh. His only regret was that they didn't have any children before she died. But he thought perhaps it was for the better. He could barely afford the rent on both his home and truck.
Speaking of his truck, he did not yet have enough money to pay for this month's rent. Perhaps if he got lucky, he wouldn't run into the infamous Mr. Gold until the next day. If he could make it to Valentine's Day, the busiest and most profitable day of the year for Moe French, he would have enough money.
Moe went to the truck to unload more flowers, and as soon as he pulled out a bucket of roses, standing there was Mr. Gold himself and a big bald bodyguard.
"Well this is just perfect. I've been looking for you, Mr. French." Mr. Gold said.
Moe put all his previous sentimentality aside. It was time for business.
"I'll have your money next week." he said coldly. Moe didn't know why, but he didn't like Mr. Gold, and he could tell that Mr. Gold didn't like him either. But why? Moe French never did anything to offend Mr. Gold. Or did he?
"The terms of the loan were fairly specific." Mr. Gold replied. "Take the van."
As the bald man drove away in the van, both the van's owner and renter knew that this was not going to be a good day to be Moe French.
A/N: Just a somewhat fluffy prologue to get the story going. I just wanted to make it clear that Moe French has no idea that he has a daughter locked up in the hospital. The next chapter will feature Belle heavily and possibly Mr. Gold. This is my first fanfic, so reviews are especially appreciated. :)