Author's Note: I do not own anything.

Summary: Belle tries to fix the chipped cup.

Belle waited for the exact moment when Mr. Gold left for the day. She had been pretending to be asleep in bed and had a wicked grin on her face. Without any further delays Belle grabbed her purse and walked down into the kitchen. Gently, she placed her purse on the counter and sat down.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pulled out the remains of the chipped cup. It was her fault it was broken and she regretted breaking it. She, at the time, didn't remember who she was due to crossing the town's line and when Mr. Gold came to the hospital to help her remember who she was using the cup, she flipped out and threw the chipped cup against the wall. Mr. Gold had no idea that Belle had it and had no idea what she was about to do.

Piece by piece she placed them on the counter and looked at them. How on earth was she going to fix it? Her first thought was to try and use glue on it. She ran over to the cabinet and looked for some glue. Of course she found it and went to work on the cup. She grew frustrated as she attempted to put it back together. Glue got all over her hands and her fingers stuck together. "Darn it!" she exclaimed as she tried to shake it off.

She sighed in frustration and stared at the cup. How on earth was she going to fix it? Glue obviously wasn't working and there was no use in using tape. Tape was almost as useful as glue. Belle paused to think. Would any of the townspeople be able to help her? Immediately she thought of one of the most handy people she could think of. Leroy.

Belle put on her jacket and walked to the mines to find him. "Leroy?" she called as she approached the mines.

"Who is it? Sounds like Belle!" he shouted as he emerged from the mines.

"It's me," giggled Belle as she went to hug her friend.

"What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"I need your help."

No further questions were asked as the two walked away and when Belle showed him inside, Leroy saw the chipped cup. "Can you help me?"

"Oh Belle, easy!"

Leroy whipped out a bunch of tools and began to work his magic on the cup. He was fast and quick with his movements and Belle could hardly believe what she was seeing. Before Belle could say a word, the cup was finished. It was in perfect condition, but it wasn't quite right. It needed the little chip in it. Belle waited until Leroy left and went to drop the cup.

Unfortunately the entire cup shattered again and Belle fell to the ground to pick up the pieces, piece by piece. She paused as she felt a hand on her shoulder and she turned to see Mr. Gold standing next to her. "Belle, what are you doing?"

"What are you doing here?" panicked Belle dropping the pieces.

"I forgot my key to the shop," Mr. Gold answered.

Mr. Gold gasped as he saw the pieces of the chipped cup before him. "You have the chipped cup," he said as he helped her pieces.

"I wanted to fix it for you," Belle explained herself nervously, "This chipped cup means so much to you and I wanted you to have it as perfect as can be."

Mr. Gold chuckled and he whispered, "Nothing is ever perfect dearie, except for you."

Belle shook her head and turned away from him in despair. He followed her and turned her around. "We shall fix it together, piece by piece," whispered Mr. Gold.

"Can we?" Belle questioned sadly.

"Of course," smirked Mr. Gold as he kissed Belle, "Just look at us, we were broken, but somehow we found a way."

Belle broke out into a small smile. "There's my good girl," he smiled.

So, they fixed it, piece by piece.