Author's Notes: I do not own Once Upon A Time which is a show on ABC where we've had like one Rumbelle kiss this season. This is a companion piece for my fic Voyage of Discovery which centers around Beatrice, Belle and Rumplestiltskin's daughter. It's obviously AU. This fic will feature scenes in no particular order for Beatrice's life in Cursed Storybrooke, with a lot of AU Season One. It's just AU, okay? Thanks again, please let me know what you think and happy reading!

Father-Daughter Date at the movies. I also don't own The Hunger Games. I think I just read too many Hunger Games AUs.

2012

"Rumple..."

"I have business to attend to," Gold protested, trying to ignore the disapproving glare on Belle's face. She followed him even as he tried to move out the door.

Belle narrowed the distance between them. "You promised this. You two desperately need a night out together."

Belle seemed to think she was right and to anyone else, the advice might have seemed sound, but he was certain Beatrice was lost to him, ever since she had found Regina's wall of hearts. They had barely exchanged two words since and the incident with Miner's Day had just made things worse.

He wasn't certain he could bear her outright rejection. Not now while there was a curse to break and his son to find.

"It's just a movie. Why can't you take her?"

"Because you promised."

"And what am I supposed to do about Miss Blanchard?"

"Were you going to go hold her hand all night?," asked Belle. "I want you to help Mary Margaret as much as anyone, but you're using that as an excuse. You need time with your daughter just as much as she needs time with you."

"She barely looks at me," he scoffed.

"Because you need to talk to her," she admonished and his eyes shot up at her. "I am willing to forego that in favor of you taking her to the movies. Spend time with her."

Gold sighed. "What is this nonsense anyway?"

"The Hunger Games and don't call it nonsense. Beatrice really likes the books."

"I thought it was one of those things this world had like the one about the girl and the sparkly vampire."

Belle scowled. "We had a rule to never bring up Twilight in this house."

They heard Beatrice descend the steps.

"Hey," said Belle.

"Hey," Beatrice said suspiciously.

"Dad's going to take you to see The Hunger Games," said Belle.

Beatrice looked at Gold. "Really?"

"If you still wish it."

She hesitated. She was just as unsure as he was.

"Well, I mean, it is the first time we've actually gotten a movie in Storybrooke on the day it came out," said Beatrice. "Like we just got The World Is Not Enough last year. That was a whole James Bond ago. How do people not suspect anything?"

"So you'd like to go?," Gold asked.

"Yeah. I mean, if you want to go," said Beatrice. "I know it's not your thing."

"I'm sure Dad will love it," Belle answered for him.

Carthay Circle Theatre was Storybrooke's only cinema. It was a beautiful old building that Mr. Gold owned of course, but ill-attended and with only two small screens. It had never had anything first run before. He and Beatrice hardly exchanged two words before they ordered from the concession counter and then they sat down. The theater was mostly full which Gold thought must have been due to the new film. Belle tried to allude that the books were immensely popular outside Storybrooke though such things rarely mattered inside Regina's curse. He suspected this change had something to do with the Savior's continued presence.

"What's the story?," Gold asked Beatrice while they waited for it to start.

"Oh," said Beatrice. "Well, there's like this post-apocalyptic world and there's like twelve districts and every year they pick two teenagers from each to fight to the death on TV."

"What?" Gold was stunned. What the hell sort of story was this? This was hardly suitable for his Beatrice. He was very tempted to call Belle then and ask if she knew just what was in this movie. He decided against when he remembered it was a book and Belle would have obviously read it. He was the one without a clue what was going on.

"There's some sort of long story about there was a rebellion and the people in thecapitol decided this would be the punishment. It's messed up."

"Indeed," said Gold. It was reminding him too much of the way things were back in the Enchanted Forest. "And the people in the districts, they're the peasants?"

She eyed him, put off by his odd word choice. He and Belle had tried speaking more freely of their home in front of her. She just stared at them as if they had two heads, even after having seen the Evil Queen's magical cache. "Yeah, I guess. They have to work for the capital..."

The lights went down and Gold settled in. The story began in some province and seemed to follow around a young peasant girl. Then it seemed that the peasant children had to go somewhere and be selected.

Gold shifted uncomfortably. He looked to Beatrice as she ate popcorn. She was just watching a movie.

"That's not battle, that's a sacrifice." He remembered the words he had said to Bae those centuries ago. He found he was quickly developing a disdain for these peasants, these people that just let the soldiers take their children. Morraine's parents had attempted to fight Hordor and his men, but many more hadn't seen the point or that they even had the right to fight for their children's lives.

"Dad."

Gold didn't know what she wanted at first. His natural instinct was that she must have found the film scary and wanted to leave or be cuddled like when she'd seen The Lion King. A glance of her eyes to his hand made him realize that he was gripping her wrist.

He quickly released it and tried to get his hand back to his own armrest.

The movie was too close to Rumplestiltskin's life for comfort. The nobles didn't care, the peasants could do nothing but die, but he was starting to like the peasant girl, Katniss. The one who was brave enough to sacrifice herself for her sister. She had learned the nobles' game and was playing it herself.

Then she got stupid.

The lights went up. Beatrice turned to Gold as the rest of the theatergoers made their way to the exit.

"So, what did you think?"

Gold shook his head.

"Did she even like that baker boy?"

"Well, it's kind of hard to tell sometimes," she admitted.

"Why would she do something so stupid?"

"What do you mean?"

Gold turned back to his daughter. "Her suicide pact. Why would she do something so idiotic?"

"Well, it worked..."

"It doesn't matter that it worked. He could have turned on her, the games makers could have just let them both die, they don't give a damn about them. That villainous president knows exactly what she did and isn't going to leave her alone. She ought to have killed him."

He stopped and waited for Beatrice's response. Belle would have admonished him, Bae would have protested.

Beatrice shrugged. "I guess you have a point."

"I do?"

He hadn't expected it. He knew Beatrice possessed her mother's nobility, her kindness. From time to time, Belle would point out attributes that Beatrice got from him and he would dismiss her because everything that was glorious about Beatrice came from Belle.

Cunning. Had Beatrice gotten his cunning? It was something he both prized and hated in himself. With Beatrice, it was tempered by Belle's heart, it could be used for good.

She finally continued. "I mean, it would kind have ruined the next two books and three movies, but yeah, you have a point."

Well, count on Belle's daughter to worry about how a matter of life and death would have affected the next book.

"You're doing it again."

He looked down. His hand was once again fastened around her wrist.

"I would never let anything like that happen to you."

She must have thought he was crazy. He just had to say it. Ever since he knew Belle was pregnant he had been obsessed with the idea of protecting Beatrice, of making certain she had anything she might have ever wanted, of never letting anyone near her, to do everything he hadn't been able to do for Bae.

That's why he hated those peasants. They reminded him too much of himself and if the spinner's daughter had been taken to fight ogres or kill children on television there would have been nothing he could do about it.

"I know," said Beatrice and there was no hint of doubt on her face. She had never met the spinner, she didn't know what a coward he could be.

He must have been quiet too long because she spoke again.

"Look, if I'm ever in The Hunger Games, I promise I'll kill the boy from my district I only kind of like."

"Thank you," said Gold.

Beatrice got up and Gold followed. He could feel them drifting back to the awkward silence that had plagued them, when it wasn't yelling or sniping.

"Would you like some frozen yogurt?," asked Gold. "We could stop by on the way home."

That would delay it a little while anyway.

"Okay," said Beatrice.

"Okay."