A/N: This is my contribution to the Sad Fic challenge I saw on tumblr.

Rumbelle. Sad, angsty, dark drabble with a Regina twist.

Sweat poured down her face as she screamed, her husband never letting go of her hand.

The nurse to their right instructed Belle to breathe for 10 seconds before she tried pushing again.

Gold dabbed Belle's forehead with his handkerchief, "You're doing wonderful, love. You can do this."

"The shoulders are almost out," encouraged Dr. Whale.

All focus was lost when a continuous ding sounded. Belle quickly looked to her husband to fix whatever was happening. Gold was about to speak up when he saw a nurse pushing buttons and attaching tubes. She put an oxygen mask around Belle's mouth and nose and explained calmly, "This is very common. Your oxygen dropped below what we're comfortable with and this will help."

Belle adjusted the mask so it would fit more comfortably then nodded that she was ready for whatever was to come next.

Whale positioned himself, "Alright, Belle. Push when you're ready."

With all that she had left, Belle raised up on her elbows and pushed.

"He's out!" Whale announced.

"Baelfire," Gold said softly. Belle smiled in relief and took deep, thankful breaths.

Then all was silent.

Neonatal nurses took Baelfire from Whale's hands and began working feverishly.

"What's wrong?" Belle cried.

Gold let go of her hand and limped closer to where they were working on their son. Dread filled him as he searched for any sign of life.

Alarms sounded and a nurse announced, "Her BP's dropping!" Gold turned to see Belle unconscious and slumped over.

"Up her Pitocin!" Whale ordered.

Gold watched one nurse viciously rub his wife's stomach while another fiddled with the IV bags. The doctor began to speak hurriedly of hemorrhaging and placental fragments.

The battle for life raged and Gold was powerless. There was nothing left for him to do but close his eyes and wait for Dr. Whale's two pronouncements.

"Belle Gold. Time of death: 23:05."

A breath later, "Baelfire Gold. Time of death: 23:07."

The Evil Queen laughed and Rumpelstiltskin woke up. He lunged for Regina, but the chains around his hands and neck kept him from killing her.

The Queen pouted, "Aw! Another bad dream, Rumpel?"

He growled and lunged again, "What have you done with her? Where's my boy?"

The Black Soul simply smiled. She lifted her hands toward her prisoner, gracefully moving them about as if she were conducting music.

A grey pillar of fog formed between the old rivals. Rumpelstiltskin stared at it, completely defenseless against her wrath.

Regina pursed her lips and blew the fog toward him until it encased him completely. He fought as its talons gripped his mind, but there was no hope. In the dense haze he heard the Queen speak, "This little go around you'll have the pleasure of watching your son fight an Ogre."

She sauntered out of his cell, but he didn't notice at all. He was back in the Enchanted Forest begging his son not to go into battle.