Own Nothing.

One-shot

Mr. Gold or Rumpelstilskin expected something to happen when Emma Swan came to Storybrooke Maine. He knew that she would change everything, reverse the curse that was brought over by the evil queen. He knew that there would be some kind of battle in the end of it all.

But the one thing he didn't think would come into his life, everyone lives, was her. The witch. She was not a fairytale; she was from this world, not the fairy book world. But she drove into Storybrooke and looked around before she even thought of talking to any citizen of the town. But he knew that everyone was watching her.

This brown curly hair woman who watched everyone and everything so intently, mostly the clock. He looked out his window at her as she walked past his home; it was as if she was looking for something. She glanced up at him and they stared into each other's eyes before she walked away.

He smirked, he didn't know her name yet, but he knew she was powerful, that she was someone to watch out for. He walked out of his house several hours later, down the street to the diner to get something to eat.

He walked in to the diner and look to his normal table to see her there. The odd woman who walked into his town earlier that day. He walked over to the cashier woman and the chef who were talking about their guest. "First Miss Swan and now another strange woman. Wonder what brings them here?" He glanced at the woman in his booth.

"I heard she went to visit the hospital to look at coma patients, she's been all over town and she has this old book with her. She wont say her name, says to call her Jane." The waitress stated, looking at Mr. Gold. "She doesn't say much, and I tried to tell her that was your booth sir, but she refused to move."

"I'll see what I can do." He replied. "Bring me my usual and a coffee." He walked over, his cane clicked on the floor as he walked over to his booth. He stopped next to his booth and slid into the seat across from her. "I see that you've made yourself comfortable."

She barely acknowledged him as she took a bite out of her food and read her book. She turned the page and took a sip of her water. Before she looked up at him, she set her glass slowly down on the table as her eyes trailed over his form. She closed her book and leaned back in the booth. "I hear you own this town."

"I do." He nodded as the waitress brought his food and a cup of coffee. "Thank you." He gave the waitress a smile that would've sent chills up people's spines. He turned back to Hermione and stared. "Why are you here?"

"I could ask you the same question." She replied, taking a bite out of her salad.

"Like I said, I own this town, which includes this diner, and this is my booth and you're sitting on my side."

She sighed, titling her head the side. "You know very well what I mean Mr. Gold." She straightened her head and raised an eyebrow. "Rumpelstilskin is the more like it, isn't it." She stated in a whisper.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He took a bite out of his food.

"It's a dark curse, one that I haven't seen in such a long time." She sighed looking out the window. "Maybe you could explain the thoughts behind it, the way you created it."

"I don't know what you're talking about." He replied, setting his fork down, watching her.

She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "I know you didn't cast it, this kind of curse, it leaves a whole in your heart and being what you are, I can see clearly that you didn't cast it." She took a sip of her water, watching him. "This town doesn't remember, who ever cast it made sure, but it is your curse, so you know the truth."

"I don't know."

"If you say that you don't know what I'm talking about, one more time." Hermione threated. "I will take out my wand and cast a forbidden curse on your rumpel arse, do you understand Mr. Gold?"

He nodded, smirking. "I believe that I do Miss?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so. I'm not giving my name to you. I will tell you my title if that'll make you feel better."

"It would."

"Head of the Department of International Magical Office of Law." She looked at him. "I make sure everyone is following the rules, and when I caught wind of this town, this little town stuck in time. The American Ministry won't do anything about it. But I believe that something is wrong."

"I see nothing is wrong in my town." Mr. Gold picked up his fork and continued to eat.

She shook her head at him and sighed and give him a small smile. "No you wouldn't, you must've sold your way into this new world of yours. You must've given the key to the curse to get your place here."

"You're smart." He nodded in admiration to her. "What are you're going to do about it?"

"Legally? All I can do is sit an wait. The prophecy you gave in the book was that the child of Snow White will changed everything. I will protect her and make sure that she does what she needs to do."

"And I expect that you will be staying then?" He asked as the waitress brought Hermione's check. He took the bill. "I got this one." He smiled at the waitress as she nodded and hurried off. "What will you do until she gets here?"

"I know she's here already. This Emma Swan." She stood up, grabbing her book and her purse. She leaned down to look at him. "But unlike your Emma Swan, I have diplomatic immunity so if your mayor tries to get me, she will be charged for obstructing of justice. Wouldn't want that would you?" she smiled sweetly. "Good night Mr. Gold."

"Goodnight Miss." He watched as she walked out of the diner and down the street.