Silence...

Screams…

Silence…

She could hear the squeak of tennis shoes on the cement floor, then the slopping of a mop. She smirked. They never mopped her floor, only the hallway for the visitors, not like there were any, only the severe featured, black-haired woman who occasionally came to stare through her window. She stared defiantly back. She wasn't a creature on display at a zoo.

She placed her palm against the wall, and when she pulled away it was colored brown by grime. She wiped it on the sackcloth they called a hospital gown. It did no good. Eventually, the squeak of shoes and slop of mop disappeared. She sat back in silence. The worst part of her confinement was the utter boredom associated with it. She sat on her ledge and gazed out the window at the cloudy sky. It looked cold, but she only imagined what it felt like to be in it. She hadn't been outside since she was locked up. She could barely remember the way it felt to breathe in deep after running in the cold, or the way your fingers would lock up after playing in the snow for too long. She sighed.

Then, she heard the scraping of the loose brick in her cell wall being moved. She smiled. The girl next door had found a way to loosen that brick ages ago. They had been talking ever since. It definitely made this prison more bearable. She crouched down so she could look through the hole. The girl on the other side smiled at her. Fortuna was her name. She had brown hair like hers, except Felicia's was straight while hers was curly. Fortuna had honey colored eyes that almost looked yellow.

"Any improvement today?" Fortuna asked. "Do you remember anything?"

She shook her head. "Nothing at all. I don't even remember my name."

Fortuna frowned. "Well I've been thinking, I have to call you something don't I? How about Callie?"

She smiled, "I like that. Callie it is!" Thunder rumbled in the distance. Callie sighed.

"What is it?" Fortuna asked.

"I can hardly remember what it feels like, to stand in the rain, in the snow, to be in a storm." Callie responded.

Fortuna frowned again, "Me neither." They sat in silence for a while contemplating. Finally Fortuna spoke. "Do you think we'll be in here forever?"

Callie sighed, "Yes." Suddenly they both took sharp intakes of breath. Memories came flooding into both of their heads. There was a great commotion in the hallway as prisoners started banging on their doors and nurses were yelling and in seconds, things went from completely normal to chaos.

"Callie," Fortuna breathed. "Do you…"

"I do, Fortuna, I remember, and my name is Belle."

Fortuna laughed. "Oh God! I remember everything." Then her temperament changed quickly. "I want out of here now! I have to get to my prince!" She too began banging on her cell door.

Belle remained where she was. She knew it would do no good, and she couldn't help it, she cried. She sat there and cried. Eventually she calmed down and Fortuna stopped banging on the door. Fortuna sat back down on the floor. "By the way, my name's actually Felicia, or rather it is in the other place." Belle looked up at her. "What's your story Felicia?"

"Well… it's quite a long one, but I don't think the fact that we remember everything is going to change our sentence here," she shrugged. "So I was poor. I'm not talking peasant poor, I'm talking I had nothing poor. When I was a teenager, my father died. He left my brother everything he had. But my brother was selfish, and he shared nothing with me. I was literally starving, when a woman came along and gave me a flower and a ring. I didn't know her, but it was the most I'd ever received.

"The flower wasn't watered to I took a jug to the stream to water it, but when I got there a different woman who gave me the flower and ring was sitting there waiting for me. I told her how hungry I was and asked if she had any food to feed me. She agreed but only if I came back and gave her the flower. I agreed and after I had eaten my fill, I returned to get the flowers, but my brother had taken them. I got the ring instead and offered it to the woman, but she refused saying she would only accept the flower. I didn't even think about how she knew I owned a flower.

"I went back and found the flower under his bed. I took the flower and was on my way back to the woman when the flower started talking! I was so surprised, you can imagine. After I had calmed down, the flower told me of how he had been turned into a flower as revenge by the woman who was actually the evil queen. He also told me that he had been looking for me because I was actually a princess. My mother had already had six daughters and she facilitated a trade so that I would be traded for the son my father demanded. He was the one who had taken my place. He told me that if I watered him with the water from the stream, he would turn back to a man again.

"I hid him in my cloak and pretended that I couldn't find the flower. I told her where my home was and where she could find my brother who had most likely taken it. She struck me and fled to where my brother was. While she was gone, I watered the flower and he turned into a handsome prince. We ran away together and just before the curse hit we had gotten engaged. He was going to be my husband but that same woman who tried to take advantage of me captured me and I've been locked up ever since."

Belle whistled. "She got to you guys too, huh?" Belle commented. "Who hasn't she wronged, I wonder? Maybe the people will be so angry that they'll set us free." Belle mused.

"If they even know we're down here," Felicity remarked. "I can imagine John would have us out of here in no time, especially if we still had magic."

Belle fell silent. She was about to agree and say that her Rumplestiltskin would have them free in no time if he knew she was down here, but would he? The last time they spoke he had told her that his magic was more important to him than her. He was lying of course, but what if he was still lying to himself? Did she even want him to use magic? What if he hurt someone trying to get to her?

"Belle, are you ok?" Felicia's voice broke her out of her reverie.

Belle shook her head. "I'm fine. This is all just quite a shock," she responded.

"So what about you?" Felicia asked. "What's your story?"

Belle took a deep breath and launched into her story. She started with her unhappy engagement to Gaston and went on to the point where Rumplestiltskin told her to leave. She left out his name though. She knew what people in fairy tale land thought about him and she didn't want to scare Felicia, her only friend, away. When she got to the point where she returned home she choked.

Felicia grimaced. "It's that bad?"

Belle took in a shaky breath. "My father gave me up to the Evil Queen willingly. If he had just let me run…" she paused. "But he locked me up before I could and let Regina take me."

Felicia opened her mouth to comfort Belle, but she was interrupted by an abrupt blocking out of the sun. They both ran to their windows. The ward had gone silent. Purple smoke was everywhere. It started leaking into their cells. Belle held her breath. It stayed for a while before dissipating.

"What was that?" Belle asked flabbergasted. Felicia said nothing in response. Belle peered through the opening. "Felicia?"

She was standing at her door utterly unmoving. Finally she breathed, "My door is unlocked."

A/N

So this is my first fic! All reviews good and bad are appreciated! If you don't know the story, Felicia's story is my personal version of the tale of Fortunée. Kudos to the person who can guess which fairy tale John comes from. (Hint: There's a similar object in both Fortunée and the one John is from.)

Seriously thank you for reading and hopefully this turns out well.