Tazed

Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet

When: After watching that episode. Ugh.

Disclaimer: This doesn't belong to me. Yada. Yada. You get the idea.

A/N Belle gives Mr. Gold a nasty surprise. For the computer generated prompt: There was nothing he could do to escape me. Not with this lipstick and that bag. Oh and the tazer.

It was common knowledge in Storybrooke that Isabelle French and Mr. Gold hated each other dearly.

That is why, on one very peculiar Saturday, only a month after her release from the psych ward, Isabelle French found herself walking down the street to Gold's pawn shop...

I was shaking with my nerves, but somehow I managed to keep my legs walking. There was no way he could escape me.

Not with this lipstick...and that bag...oh, and the tazer stuffed in my bra, just for safe keeping.

Rumpelstiltskin was in for a very big surprise. Today, the girl who he thought could not remember the real him was coming for a visit.

I smoothed down the folds of my golden sundress. I had hoped it would make him recall the first deal that he'd made with me.

Because, we were about to make another deal. And this one would be a lot less pleasant for him to make.

I was calling the shots this time.

His store had just opened for morning business, but even from across the street, I could tell the dingy antique shop was empty.

I clutched my bag to my chest, taking deep breaths, and walked across the street with my head held high.

I had been out of the asylum for weeks now, and Gold had visited me often.

But never, never had he mentioned the past. So, I didn't talk about it either. I acted like I was ignorant of everything.

Instead of kissing me, my true love spent his time attempting to infuriate me as much as possible. It was as though he enjoyed trying to make me hate him.

I could tell he was trying to push me away. But he wasn't strong enough to leave me alone.

I shifted the tazer beneath my dress as I turned the corner, and mentally prepared myself for my new venture.

The tiny bell Gold had hanging above his door jingled as I let myself in the shop, and he nodded politely at me.

"Hello, Miss French. To what do I owe this pleasure?" His voice was stilted, but I could see the smile playing on his lips.

He was happy to see me. I could tell.

"Oh, this is much more than a pleasure visit, Mr. Gold," I replied, slowly winding my way through some of his antiques.

"Oh?" He asked, now giving me his full attention.

"Yes...I am looking for an item of infinite value to me," I said, drawing closer to him as I spoke," And I think you might have it."

"Me, dearie?"

"Yes. You. And I would very much like to have the item back." I leaned against the counter, sighing.

Rumpelstiltskin watched me with guarded eyes.

"All pieces that are for sale are in my shop, Miss French, you are welcome to look for your item, but I assure you I have no idea what you're talking about."

He was staring at me intently now, waiting for me to make the next move.

I smiled at him, a little too sweetly. I walked behind the counter, so that he was cornered. There was no way he could escape.

He fell right into the trap...backing up against the wall...

"What exactly are you looking for?" He asked, his voice a mere whisper.

"Well, I misplaced a tea cup a while back. It's chipped."

Rumpelstiltskin looked positively shocked. His face appeared to be stuck between excitement and fear...and he was gawking at me.

"Belle? You remember?"

I took anther step closer to his corner," Of course I do."

"All of this time? The past few weeks...did you...did you already remember?"

I placed a hand on his chest, pushing him against the wall," Yes."

"Why didn't you say anything?" His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me to him.

That was not part of the plan.

"Well, why didn't you say anything?"

He scowled," I didn't want to rush you if you didn't remember anything-"

"So you were being a coward?"

Then I casually plucked at the buttons of his suit jacket, grinning as his body tensed up.

"I, well...no. Yes. Belle, I'm so sorry-" I reached up, stopping him mid-sentence, and kissed him.

This time, there was no hesitation. He immediately kissed me back.

I pulled away, rapping my arms around his neck," This is not a mere pleasure visit, Rumpelstiltskin. I am here to make a deal."

His lips traveled away from mine, trailing over my jaw, and across my throat," Hmm? What are the terms of this deal?"

"You give me my happy ending...and I won't taze you."

A/N Short...meh...I'm feeling kind of blocked after that episode. I hope you enjoyed it anyway! Review?