A.N. - Hello Everyone, I am the Storytellers Inc writer known as: AuthoressExtraordinaire, or as I am referred to in these lovely little chats as AE. This is my first OUAT fanfic ever! A very close friend introduced me to the fandom and now I'm too emotionally invested at this point, as well as too far into season 3 on Netflix, to turn back now. An idea for a crossover just so happened to claw at my brain every time I watched the show.So, since I know now that Frankenstein is in Storybrooke, if they have a science fiction novel character in there as well as a classic novel character such as the Mad Hatter; what on earth would happen if there were a few fictional characters written to an actual historical plot? I do not truly know, per say, if you can call it historical fiction because there is only mention of a few historical characters… but I digress.

Moving on with things. The Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing having to do with 'The Scarlet Pimpernel' nor any of the characters/descriptions I am using that were created by Baroness Orczy and nor do I own any of OUAT Characters created by the ABC team. Although some of the characters used in this story may have some original traits that I have put in myself, they still belong to their respected creators. Ladies and Gentlemen, the story.

The Day the Clock Moved

The hamlet of Storybrooke was always simple and quiet, similar to other small towns by only a few societal customs. The higher ups, those who are feared, those who are loved, the town drunk, the town recluse, town miser, town religious orders, town doctor and then the town mayor as well as your common and average citizens who all know each other in some way, shape or form. In small towns it is basic tradition that is left unspoken that everyone knows a little about everyone and some people make it their priority to learn much more.

Storybrooke however was never the same when a blonde stranger, the birthmother of the mayor's son, came to town. It was the day the clock in the square that sat a top the library moved.

And on that day many who didn't remember who they originally were did.

Mr. Gold remembered he was Rumplestiltskin when Emma Swan told him her name, Jefferson, the Mad Hatter, however, always remembered as did Regina, the evil queen. But there were two others in town, neither of them were from a fairytale at all but had lived in the same story, they had crossed paths many times before they were cursed to this world that was the future to them, and they steered clear from each other. One in fear of what the other might do, and the other waiting for the right moment to strike when it would hurt the most for the other one.

The day after his encounter with Emma, Mr. Gold was changing his store sign from closed to open for that day. As he began to walk away from the door his assistant entered, the bell above the door announcing her arrival.

"Good Morning Mr. Gold." She said. Her voice was sweet, low and musical with a slight singsong and fairly faint touch of foreign intonation in the pronunciation of the consonants. The woman who walked in was tall, above average with magnificent presence and regal figure.

She had an Edwardian-Gibson Girl, old-fashioned type of style with a few modern changes that truly made her stick out in a crowd but highlighted her elegance. The hat she wore was dark royal blue felt, almost navy but not quite, with a moderately sized brim that was low on her brow in front, from which hung gray netting gracefully in front of her features, and gradually the brim upturned on the sides and in the back. A gray ribbon was around the cap of the hat and was bordered with white lace.

The hat threw a soft shadow across the classic brow with an aureole of auburn hair, that usually hung in long tight ringlet curls that had an almost 'Pride and Prejudice' style was put in a low bun at the nape of her neck with some curls framing her face. The gray netting that hung from the brim of her hat did little to nothing at all in hiding her features.

A sweet, almost childlike mouth, the straight chiseled nose, round chin and delicate throat were all bathed in the warm glow of the shop lights and the red sunshine of the morning that came through the windows behind here made her seem almost portrait-like. Twenty-five years of age and beautiful, Marguerite St. Just could have any man she wished but she didn't, she only hoped for the one she was looking for to find her.

"And the same to Mademoiselle St. Just." Mr. Gold replied courteously to her with his back still turned as he walked to the front desk, his cane making a third footstep-like noise as if he took one step with two feet and the other with one.

For as long as she had been in Storybrooke she knew time stood still and she knew who everyone was thanks to the fact that she lived with her old friend Jefferson, who would visit Marguerite and her husband in their realm when things were as they had been before the curse.

Marguerite smiled and continued to walk in, straightening her fitted, high waisted, double breasted, dark royal blue jacket which she wore on top of a simple fitted grey blouse with a small white scarf tied in a cravat-like manner, and up to the glass counter upon which sat the register. Her blue-gray, shin length tulle, full pleated, A-line skirt with a white crinoline petticoat, swaying with each step she took. Her gray, Edwardian inspired, ankle boot with lace appliqués, that had barely any heel, made a gentle noise as she walked.

"Business as usual Mr. Gold?" Marguerite asked him. He hesitated for a split second and then replied and in a cryptic manner.

"Yes. Business as usual." And with that he walked into the back room, she followed at his heels and then turned to the coat tree in the corner by the doorway and placed her hat and purse on a single hook and then spun gracefully on her heel back to the front to do some tidying up as well as cataloguing and bringing specific items that he either wished to examine that were farther in the back room, or bringing him an object to be repaired.

Once she was done tidying up, which only took ten minutes, she went to the back room again to speak with Mr. Gold. She walked in and saw him at his work desk examining a set of hunting daggers, magnifying glass in hand he was examining the smallest of the set of six first.

"Mr. Gold, I was wondering when you wanted to take a break for lunch today? If you want to take it early, I can take mine later, and vice versa. You could probably run home and relax for a while if you decided to do a late lunch." Marguerite said.

Mr. Gold looked up at her. "Meeting someone for lunch then dearie?" He asked her. As he turned back to looking at the dagger, 'that slipped' he thought to himself when he went over what he asked her in his head.

She smiled and let out a small laugh. "Indeed I am sir. I'm meeting Jefferson at Granny's, I've finally been able to convince him out of that big empty house."

When she mentioned Jefferson he looked up at her, and then he smiled mischievously. "I hope this relationship of yours won't interfere with your perfect attendance to work."

Marguerite blushed at his insinuation. "I assure you Mr. Gold, Jefferson and I are simply old friends who live together for the sake of convenience. Rest assured, Mr. Gold, there has never been and never will be anything more than friendship between myself and Jefferson." She smiled at the end.

Mr. Gold looked at her for a moment but then answered her previous question.

"I think that I'll be taking my lunch late today. Take your lunch early and spend the extra time with some chatting with Jefferson afterward here in the shop if you wish."

Marguerite smiled and laughed a small laugh again and nodded. "Thank you Mr. Gold. I think it will be good for him." And with that said, she left the back room to the front of the store with a smile on her face.

As he watched her leave, Rumplestiltskin had much to ponder. And the extra time after lunch was just what he needed. How much does the Mad Hatter know, more importantly, how much does Marguerite St. Just know?

The one thing he didn't know and probably will not ever know, is that St. Just was her maiden-name…

At exactly two minutes before eleven-thirty, Marguerite walked into the back room and grabbed her hat and purse off of the hook of the coat tree. "Mr. Gold I'm going to start heading out for lunch."

Without looking up from him his work he bid her goodbye. "Have a nice lunch." Simply out of courteousness. It was routine for them, she would ask him which time he wished to take lunch, the shorter, earlier time or the longer, later time.

Though if she were in one of the usual Storybrooke Theatre productions majority of the time he would take the later lunch, like today, so she wouldn't have to close up. Never had they once squabbled over who got the longer lunch break because, in thought by both, it was already settled who would get which break that day.

Marguerite was walking up to Granny's Diner just before the clock hit eleven-thirty, as she walked through the gate she saw Jefferson sitting outside waiting for her. "I see you got my message Jefferson and you came, how cooperative of you." She said with a smirk.

"It's the least I can do, trying to pull myself together long enough to be able to be out in public, after all it is you who puts up with me and I with you." He replied to her in a gentlemanly manner.

She laughed a little and then, arm-in-arm they walked up to the door, Jefferson pulled ahead of her to hold it open. Marguerite thanked him and they walked in, they picked a corner booth right near the entrance by the window, the booth was pick because it was a little more out of sight for anyone who walked in. A precaution Marguerite had taken to instinct just in case he was stalking about, back home, here and in the next world she never wanted to encounter that man ever again.

Just as they sat down Ruby walked past them. "I'll be back for your order." She said off handedly as she walked by on her way to the kitchen.

And so o they each picked up a menu, Marguerite was sitting on the window side of the booth looking into the diner and Jefferson was seated facing her and was able to look out of the window behind her.

"I'm going to have a Caesar salad with a lemonade, what about you Jefferson? See anything you like, I'll pay for this one." Marguerite told him as she set down her menu back into metal basket on the end of their table by the wall.

"No don't worry, Marguerite, I'll pay for my own meal but thank you for offering. I think I'm going to get some lasagna and a lemonade as well." He said to her with a slight smile. When Ruby came back to the table and pulled out her order booklet, jotted down what they wanted and went to get their drinks and give their orders to the cook.

From their place in the corner they could hear snippets of gossip, and they were able to gleam a pretty solid conclusion from what they heard. The stranger who brought back the mayor's son was Henry's birthmother and Regina wanted her gone.

As they waited for their food they listened and talked, right before their food got to the table Jefferson said he needed to use the rest room. When Ruby brought the food Marguerite motioned for her to come closer so she could whisper.

"Ruby, when we're nearly done, could you bring two shots of vodka here?" She asked the waitress. Ruby smiled mischievously, nodded and walked away to serve other patrons. Jefferson came back to the table a moment later and they began to eat and chat.

Halfway through eating his lasagna, Jefferson wiped his mouth with a napkin and then swallowed so he could speak.

"You know what I think, I think the only reason Regina wants this Emma Swan woman gone is because, well for a start she's the mother of her son and two because I think that this is the Emma that was foretold to break the curse." He said in a low and quiet voice so that no one else would hear.

"Couldn't the curse have been broken on her arrival? Because if that was supposed to be the case then it's not broken because everyone still acts as they have for the past 28 years and there's been no change… except for a slight change that I noticed in Mr. Gold this morning. Do you think it's possible that he remembers?" Marguerite questioned him quietly.

"Was your initial despair in that statement because Percy doesn't remember?" He asked her. She looked at him, her façade never breaking but her radiant blue-gray eyes spoke of a forlorn and longing soul. A sight he knew all too well.

"Concerning Mr. Gold, we'll just have to wait and see." And with that being said they continued with their meal. Once they were done Ruby left two shot glasses on the table and then left them each a receipt.

"What's this about?" Jefferson asked her, she smiled a little and picked up the small glass in front of her.

"To those who remember." She said. "And can't forget." He finished as he picked his glass. Both of them threw back their drinks at the same time and put their glasses down simultaneously. And then they both got up, each paying for their own meal and Marguerite paying for the vodka. They began to walk together back to the pawnshop, it was exactly noon when they reached the shop and went in through the front door and the bell rang.

"Mr. Gold, I'm back from lunch!" She announced loudly but in a civilized manner. Then she walked to the back room to hang her purse and hat again where they had been earlier that morning.

"Has anyone come in since I left?" she asked and looked to where he sat at his desk, he'd made astounding progress.

"No, no one's been in." He said as he slowly got up, picking up his cane and used it to help him right himself. Mr. Gold hobbled toward her.

"Well, I'll consider the lack of business, for this day only, to be a blessing of sorts. I hope you enjoy your lunch break Mr. Gold." Marguerite said to him as he walked out the back door.

Once he was gone she grabbed her music player and blue-tooth portable stereo, turned on her heel in a graceful manner and walked back into the front of the shop.

"Mr. Gold says no one's been in at all today, so I would like it very much and wouldn't mind at all if you decided to keep me company." She said to him as she busily turned on her IPod and changed it to the blue-tooth setting so it would sync with the stereo.

"I have not much else to do Marguerite, except for my hats and my telescopes." Jefferson told her as he sauntered over to the counter. Marguerite smirked.

"I'm glad to hear you'll be keeping me company but I'll warn you, now that the deal-maker is away for lunch, I will be blasting musical soundtracks. It'll be just like it is at home!" she said in a cheerful manner.

After showing Jefferson all of the more odd pieces is Gold's collection, as well as giving little back-stories on each object, which took up half of the hour they would have without Gold in the shop, they sat down on the floor against the glass display case that was on the right if you were standing by the register.

They sat there in silence for ten minutes, it wasn't awkward but it was a heavy silence you could truly feel. Jefferson noticed a rather large change in Marguerite's demeanor when he heard the song she was playing. The song was on that she would play when she needed to think or was conflicted or sad, it was 'Marguerite's Dilemma' from the Scarlet Pimpernel Broadway soundtrack.

"Do you still sneak out in the night to the hilltop and watch him?" Jefferson asked.

He was able to sleep through the night for the past eighteen years, but during his ten years of insomnia when the curse was enacted he used to sit at his window and he would watch her as she ran off into the night and onto the nearby hill. Over the hill was the estate of Percy Blakeney. Marguerite's eyes watered, her façade was breaking.

"Every night. Every night I go and watch him ride his horse in circles. He loves his thoroughbreds, back home he himself, no matter the occasion, would drive our carriage and I always was beside him. I've seen him, in town here, walking about with another woman on his arm." She let out a sob and continued.

"And I know that he would never lay with a woman before marriage, but I wonder. Does she make him happier than I ever could? It's so painful! Being so close to him and yet I know it will take close to a miracle for this curse to be broken before we're all dead and gone. And everyday, every demmed day! I see another woman, with my husband." Her accent heavier, her voice wavered as she sat there with the back of her head against the glass. Jefferson got up and crouched in front of her, grasping her hands in his.

"And I cannot risk approaching him in broad daylight for fear of Chauvelin going after him and in fear of Chauvelin confronting me like he did that very first year." Marguerite cried.

Jefferson had suspected her reasoning for not approaching Percy was somewhat similar to his own; it was all about protecting those you love. As her sobs began to die down, Jefferson took her IPod from her and went to the 'Wonderland the Musical' soundtrack and went right to track 16 and helped her off the floor.

She understood exactly what he was doing. They were going to dance. And the waltz-like song began and they began to waltz right in the middle of the shop. He knew that dancing helped her forget but it also made her vigilant and cognizant.

'Nothing can exist till you dream it first, everyone knows this

Then it will arrive, new and unrehearsed, vivid as a kiss.

Dreamers and children can conjure things easily, things their eyes though they're closed can see…

Not the way things are but how they should be, this is what is true.

Wish upon a star, close your eyes and see all that you can do.

Try to remember the way you were when you were her, the little girl that's there in side of you…

I am my own invention, meeting each day a new.

Can you imagine being your own invention too!

Dreams will always start with a happy end waiting to come true,

(So long ago)

Lucid as a heart, welcome as a friend, gossamer and new.

(Help me so I can remember dreams to share with dreams to spare, imagining a dreamer just like you…)

I am my own invention, finally I can see!

I am my own invention! (I am my own invention!)

Tomorrow can't be all it should be till I've invented…

Me!

On the fermata at the end of the song, Jefferson picked her up at her waist and spun her around and when it ended he set her down again and Marguerite was laughing. But she regained herself and smiled as they bowed to each other.

"Thank you so much mon ami. You have lifted my spirits again and kept me from falling into despair." She said to him.

Suddenly there was some clapping, Marguerite and Jefferson's gaze quickly went in the direction of the sound, in the doorway of the back room stood Mr. Gold leaning against the frame of the door with his cane tucked under his arm.

"Well that was quite the performance, you two make quite the pair." He said as he stopped and set his cane back down on the floor.

"I'm sorry Mr. Gold, I thought-" Marguerite began to say but was cut off.

"No need to apologize my dear, like you said earlier ' consider the lack of business toady to be a blessing'. Just be glad that it was me and not a man like Mr. Glass, Ms. St. Just." And with that Mr. Gold walked into the back room.

Jefferson and Marguerite turned back to face each other. "Are you going to meet your brother when you finish with work?" He asked her.

"Yes I am, and I'm bringing him over for supper tonight, is that all right?" She asked him in turn.

"That's perfectly fine, less leftovers. Don't worry I'll cook, I promise I'll try not to poison you." He smirked as he said jokingly. Marguerite laughed at that.

"And nothing green and bubbling please, if it looks and smells inedible then throw it out and start from scratch. I'll see you at the house at seven." Marguerite told him cheekily.

And then with that being said, they hugged, said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Jefferson walking out of the shop, and Marguerite walking further into the shop. She found Mr. Gold standing behind his desk, facing the shelf that was behind it.

"Sir." She said, alerting him of her presence. Still facing the shelf he responded.

"Yes Ms. St. Just?"

"I wanted to know exactly how much you heard and how much you saw." She asked hesitantly. Mr. Gold turned around to face her.

"Well, what I heard was a little dialogue and then music-"

"With all due respect and formalities sir, what did the dialogue consist of?" She cut him off.

"Something about you not daring to approach a specific 'him' in fear of risking his safety and being confronted by a more specific person named Chauvelin because of the fact that he's confronted you before." Once he finished Marguerite was stunned into silence. Mr. Gold tilted his head to the side a bit as he looked at the blank faced beauty.

"Previous bad relationship, Ms. St. Just? I hardly expected something like that with you. And that name, Shovelyn?" He butchered the pronunciation.

"Chauvelin, it's French, C-H-A-U-V-E-L-I-N. Paul Chauvelin and it is far more complicated than you think." She corrected him.

"Very well. You say it's complicated; I assure you I know complicated and I also know when to let sleeping dogs lie. Odd name too." He said nonchalantly as he sat down at his desk.

"As odd as some fictional names I've heard of, examples; Snow White, Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes, Rumplestiltskin, Those are a few fairly uncommon names." Marguerite noticed how he focused more on her face when she had said Rumplestiltskin, but her face betrayed nothing of the knowledge she held.

After all, she had been the greatest actress in Europe at one point, granted fictionally in the world she was in now.

"True, very true Mademoiselle St. Just. And now if you'll excuse me I'll be getting back to work and I suggest you do the same." After he said that Marguerite left to the front. That had been a very enlightening conversation for both parties.

MANDATORY MUST READ A.N. – Another disclaimer: Nor do I own any of the rights to Frank Wildhorn's musical, 'Wonderland'. Well, this was fun! RUMBELLE WILL HAPPEN, rest assured because that is a ship I'm going down with just like the captain of the titanic probably did… Most likely I am too early in the writing stage of this story to get any response from that joke. At least we all know Rose will never let go of Jack but James couldn't care less what happens to Jack (duh-dun-tish). But anyway, in all seriousness… Rose Tyler-… Yes I did that! Okay that's enough for now, I want you all to know that I LOVE READING REVIEWS, the good, the bad and the ugly, ALL of it. So feel free to even just vent about certain things that happened in the show, it's a great way to start a discussion. Moving on, God bless you all and I hope to give you more to read soon. Ever you servant – AE.