Another note: A new story for a new year, cheers!
Summary: Princess Belle of Avonlea is forced to drink a potion that takes her to New York City during the Roaring Twenties when factories had no regulations and workers skills were often abused. There she meets a kind, crippled factory worker, Rumplestiltskin, and his thirteen year old son, Bae. But the Evil Queen has an evil plan to destroy Belle and her happiness. Inspired by the movie, Enchanted.
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time. This was inspired by the movie Enchanted.
Once upon a time, in far off land, there was a kingdom known as Avonlea. This kingdom was beautiful, strong, and lasting. Well, until the Ogre Wars approached and Avonlea reached an alarming downfall. They had valiant army's and gallant knight's ready and at disposal for the king's delight. The army's had failed. Though they had fought with passionate rage most soldiers were killed within seconds; the Ogre's were simply stronger. King Maurice was the leader of Avonlea while his daughter, Princess Belle, was next in line to take the throne.
They were loved, and cherished by the villagers for they were known to be fair and caring. Unfortunately, the villagers were now under constant distress as the Ogre War attacks were gaining territory. Soon, the Ogre's themselves would reach the castle walls, and King Maurice would be forced to fight. King Maurice, in a fit of despair of worry for his daughter, made a terrible decision, with the best intentions, of course. He called upon the Evil Queen in hopes that she could send Belle to a safer place. Unbeknownst to Belle, King Maurice set out to arrange to have her taken away by any means necessary.
"Ah, King Maurice what a lovely surprise," The Evil Queen's voice was laced with sarcasm.
The Queen's outrageous, second-skin dress danced around her in unmistakable royalty. Her immaculate arrogance wore as vibrant as the ruby-red lipstick she wore on her chiseled lips; perfecting contrasting with her porcelain skin.
"Your majesty, always a pleasure," King Maurice made to stand before her, and by his side stood Gaston, one of his greatest knight's who was coincidentally engaged to Belle.
"I heard of your little problem with the Ogre's," the Evil Queen spoke of them in disgust, "I hear they are growing closer and closer by the hour."
"Yes, that is the reason for our visit. We would like to ask you for a favor? We'll pay, of course."
"What is it that you seek?" The Evil Queen showed little, if no, interest in the discussion.
"Do you know of any magic that could help send a person to a safe place?" The Evil Queen watched him incredulously; his question giving her a start.
"Yes, I do happen to know of a little magic that could send a person to another land. Who exactly is this person we're speaking of?"
"Belle," Gaston interjected, and the Evil Queen looked at him as if she had just noticed he had been standing there for the entirety of the conversation.
"Belle, who's she? Oh, that's right she's your daughter," the Evil Queen gave a mocking laugh as she continued, "well I suppose I could find it in the goodness of my heart to help my fellow neighbors," the Evil Queen, in the manner of her word expression, was silently asking for her pay.
"We have brought gold. Tell us how much would suffice for your services," King Maurice half-begged, and the Evil Queen grew annoyed.
"Gold. Gold. Do you think me as petty as to not have enough gold myself, that you need to bring me more? I don't want gold," again, she mocked disgust, "what I want is, well… a guard, a knight," her beady eyes settled upon Gaston now; her interest in him was growing rapidly.
"I'll help your precious little Belle, but in return I want this knight-"
"Gaston," Gaston interrupted her, making his presence known.
"Right," she spoke with little interest, "as I was saying, I want this knight to stay here and work for me, and your Belle well be guaranteed safety."
"Done," Maurice spoke without considering the offer or bothering to ask Gaston's opinion; Gaston looked betrayed, but as a knight he would obey his king.
"Excellent," the Evil Queen produced a small flask with a crimson liquid.
Tossing the dangerous fluid, the Evil Queen laughed as King Maurice struggled to catch the bottle in his hands nervous hands, slick with sweat.
"Princess Belle must drink the contents of the potion before midnight in order for the magic to work. I'm sure you can find your own way out. This knight and I have much to discuss if we are to save the damsel in distress," the Evil Queen feigned her care for Belle.
"Wait, what will it do to her?"
"Well, she'll be taken to safety, to a land without magic." a smug smile spread widely upon the Evil Queen's face.
"How do I know it's not poisoned?"
"I wouldn't be as silly as to give a king a poisoned potion for his daughter. It's not good for business if you kill off your clients. Now leave before I change my mind," with that King Maurice fled, leaving Gaston behind.
The doors slammed behind him, and the Evil Queen laughed her evil belly laugh.
"What a stupid fool," she began, and Gaston's eyes widened, and plastered themselves to her evil grinning face, "oh, what are you looking at."
Turning to watch the doors, the Evil Queen continued, "I shall destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do."
In fact, the Evil Queen had already created a perfect plan to destroy Belle. She had not poisoned the potion, for that was too easy and she would rather have King Maurice's trust as that could be beneficial to her for future circumstances.
Once King Maurice was out of sight, she would steal Gaston's heart, have Belle drink the potion, which would send her to a land without magic as well as steal all her memory of Gaston, then she would send Gaston to the land without magic without any of his memories of his life in Avonlea, then have him grow close to Belle, and once she felt ready, she would order Gaston to kill Belle. The Evil Queen laughed, once again, as she replayed her evil plan in the silent confides of her mind. And just as King Maurice's carriage had exited her grounds, she turned to Gaston and promptly ripped his heart out.
Princess Belle's chestnut curls bounced merrily as she walked the many corridors of her immense palace. Never superficial or arrogant, Belle was loving, caring, and most importantly kind. Regardless of her position, Belle was always infatuated with learning, though she was often reprimanded by her father and, unfortunately, future husband Gaston.
Gaston suppressed her intellectual conversations at balls and gatherings in fear that people would think he was marrying a book rather than a beautiful lady. Women, after all, were only for show. The life of a woman held few expectations: to look stunning at all hours of the day, bear healthy children (preferably male), remain silent while in the presence of other men, and wear lovely smiles and jewels. Belle, of course, had always rebelled against the norms of ladylike etiquette, complaining it was too objectifying.
Gaston had laughed at her, and, much to Belle's sadness, so had her father. Now, as she walked, her nose firmly planted in the crack of her book, she paid no attention to her jewel-filled surroundings. Preferring a book over any diamond, Belle was viewed as odd. Society had always been cruel to her, and one of her most heartbreaking memories was when her father torn a book from her pleading hands (her favorite novel) and ripped the pages out in front of her. Crying wildly, she watched as the shredded pages lay shattered on the floor alongside her tattered heart. At times, her father could be ruthless, and perhaps even cruel.
Despite others opinions, she had always striven to improve her knowledge by reading countless books. War, adventure, love, power, malice, cruelty, medicine, science, mathematics, art, politics, and even family. Every topic was of interest to the lovely beauty who was too engrossed in her book to realize she had pasted her destination. Blushing madly, she turned and walked a few steps, finally entering her father's court, which was filled with noble knights straight off the battlefield. With a grim expression, King Maurice rose from his throne with the entrance of his daughter. Grasping the flask in his hand, concealed in the pocket of his cloak, he stepped forward to greet her. Setting her book on the table, she wrapped her arms around him lovingly, smiling widely when he returned the gesture, though he kept one hand in his pocket.
"Papa, you're back," Belle's voice rang with absolute delight.
"Yes," his voice was hitched, barely above a whisper.
"Is something wrong? Papa, you look pale. Have you gotten sick?" Belle worried; she felt her father's forehead, checking for fever, but he had none.
"No my darling, I just have…I have something…I have…I need to…Belle," he waited for a response.
"Yes," Belle was nervous; she knew her father was concealing something and she feared what that something could be.
"The Ogre's have gained land, and they are growing closer everyday. Before long, if this continues, they will attack the castle, and we will be forced to fight," Belle's expression fell; she was aware that sooner or later it would come to this.
"Belle, my beautiful little girl," Belle watched him intently as he continued, "I can't let any harm come to you. I won't," an edgy panic settled in the pit of Belle's stomach; his tone was unsettling her as she slowly began realizing why he had been sulking earlier, "Belle, I need you to drink this," he showed her the crimson liquid, "it will protect you. It will take you somewhere safe."
For a moment, Belle lost her voice; the sudden realization that her father was sending her away gave her icy chills, and pulled at her heart strings.
Recovering quickly she began with a start, "Papa, no. No! I refuse to leave. I could help you. We could be together. Please, papa!"
Nodding toward his knights, King Maurice sighed, knowing Belle would react this way. The knights grasped Belle, almost painfully, from behind, and held her steady as her father opened the flask and stepped toward her.
"Papa, what's happening? Why are you doing this? Please papa," tears streamed down her face.
Another guard grabbed her from behind the neck, and pulled her down so her face was facing the ceiling.
"Please!" She begged, struggling against the guards, desperately fighting to escape their inescapable hold.
"I am so sorry Belle, but it is for your own good," the king's voice spoke in monotone.
"Papa, papa, no!" She pressed her lips closed, as tightly as she could, not allowing him to pour the liquid.
She was forced to open her mouth when a guard plugged her nose. Tears streamed freely down her face, her chin, her neck, and finally landing on her chest. Yes, she thought, her father could be cruel at times. Pouring the liquid in her mouth, her father backed away. The guard held her nose, forcing her to swallow the distasteful fluid. The liquid burned her mouth and lips, and as she swallowed, it burned her throat. Tears fled her eyes from the pain. She wanted to scream, but could not manage to speak from the blistering heat in her throat. She wanted to run, but the guards held her firmly. She wanted to cry, and so she did. A crimson red smoke engulfed her then, and she wiggled against the guards. They retreated as the fog surrounded her, and as the fog disappeared so did Belle. The knights in shining armor had succeeded.
Amidst the glitter and glamour of a bustling Roaring Twenties, there lived a father and son with poor luck. Rumplestiltskin, a factory worker who became crippled in a war, made barely enough money for his son to eat, not to mention and small, he was surprisingly strong. Every penny he earned was used for his son and their survival; this prevented him from buying a cane so he used a wooden staff instead. Despite the staff, he walked at a fairy quick pace.
Though every step would radiate pain throughout his entire leg, he would never admit it. Everyday he would awake at four in the morning and travel from New York City to Manhattan to work arduously for fourteen hours with only two breaks. He worked six days a week. Paid poorly, his earnings would only allow him to buy food and cheap warm clothing. Heating was too expensive, so he used a wood burner stove in their one bedroom and one bathroom apartment. Firewood was an unnecessary expensive, for Rumplestiltskin would find wood and cardboard in the dumpster on his way home from work.
Bae, Rumplestiltskin's thirteen years old son, traveled with a friend, Moraine, to school every morning. They would walk together, a few miles, to the school building, but neither complained of the long walk as they felt they were in good company. Rumplestiltskin would often tease Bae saying he had a crush on Moraine; Bae would blush and deny it, though the truth was quite obvious. School let out at three, so Bae and Moraine would play with the other children until Rumplestiltskin showed up at five o'clock to walk them both home.
It was dangerous to wander at night, especially for young children or a woman who traveled alone, hence Rumplestiltskin's decision in traveling the extra miles to deliver the children home safely. The trio turned into a dark alleyway. Lit by only one street lamp, their surroundings were dimmed. Halfway through the alleyway there was a door to the right that led into their apartment complex. Rumplestiltskin led the way, but stopped abruptly when he noticed a golden dressed figure laying face down on the cement floor just a few steps in front of the door.
The air was laced with an ungodly smell of cheap cigarettes and raw sewage. Belle's face was plastered against the cold cement floor. Her eyes fluttered open, and her vision was faded and blurred. Blinking quickly, her vision restored to normal, and she noticed the awful burning in her throat. It reminded her of the time she was sick and coughed all night leaving her throat raw and painful.
Her nursemaid had given her a spoonful of sugar, which seemed to have soothed her injured throat. Belle wished her nursemaid was here now to hold her and sing her to sleep. Belle had never had a mother, for she died in childbirth; her nursemaid had been the closest to mother Belle had ever come to know. Once Belle had reached her teenage years, her father said she no longer needed a nursemaid and, despite Belle's pleading cries, he sent her away, leaving Belle alone and distraught. Never had Belle been as miserable as the day she lost her nursemaid. Now lying on the cold floor, tears leaked from her eyes at the unfortunate memory of her lost nursemaid.
When she finally gathered enough strength to sit, she felt dizzy and her body ached; she must have been lying on the ground for quite some time. Moaning in discomfort, she used her arms to prop herself up. Looking around, she was half-startled by what she discovered. There were buildings, and blackened darkness all around her. There was a street lamp which illuminated three darkened figures watching her, and Belle grew fearful. She could not make out their faces, and wondered if she would be killed, or worse, tortured.
"Please," she begged, finally finding her voice, "please, I-I-I'm lost," she stuttered in fear, her ears pounded with her racing heartbeat.
"Shhh," the tallest figure cooed, "it's alright."
Belle felt her eyelids grow heavy; her nerves had weakened in her journey and she knew she was fainting. She fought against it, but the invisible force of exhaustion was too overpowering and she felt herself slipping deeper and deeper.
"Please," she whispered, barely audible, before she slipped into unconsciousness, once again.
When Belle had spoken, Rumplestiltskin had taken two steps closer to her. Dumbfounded by her beauty, and terrified at the realization that she was a woman, he kept his distance. Bae asked incredulously, "Papa, is she…is she a princess?" The question was due to her glittering golden gown pooling around her pale figure, and her silky curls spilling around her.
"No, she's just a scared and confused woman," Rumplestiltskin began, keeping his eyes glued to the beauty lying upon the floor.
"Let's try to awake her," Bae stepped toward her only to be stopped by Rumplestiltskin's hand.
He quickly interjected, "No, no boy. Let her be," Rumplestiltskin did not want to involve himself in anything that could bring trouble.
"Papa, we can't just leave her here…she'll freeze," Bae protested, and Rumplestiltskin looked uneasy.
"Bae, take Moraine inside, and then I want you to wait for me at home."
"But, Papa," Bae griped.
"Bae," Rumplestiltskin scolded.
"Yes, papa," Bae reluctantly took Moraine by the hand and lead her inside.
Rumplestiltskin was left outside in the alleyway, alone, with Belle lying unconscious on the ground. If a passerby was to see him they would most likely think the worst, and Rumplestiltskin already knew this was a bad idea. He approached her slowly, in case she awoke to prevent from startling her; he crouched by her side and gasped as he finally saw her features clearly. She was beautiful! The most beautiful woman he had ever seen. His jaw dropped at the sight, and his breath left his weathered lungs.
He was about to try and wake her when he heard, "My, my, my what do we have here?"
Rumplestiltskin, startled by the booming voice, fell back and landed on his behind. It was Gaston, the town menace. He was arrogant and tall with perfectly combed black hair; he had a gallant air, which attracted all the ladies in the apartment complex.
"Have you gotten that desperate Rumplestiltskin that you have to take advantage of young ladies?" Gaston mocked him.
Sneering in disgust, Gaston gazed at Rumplestiltskin sitting on the ground.
"No-no-no, I was trying to help her. I just found her. I was walking Bae home from school and I found her here and she-"
"Of course you were," Gaston interrupted, "never mind you. I shall rescue her who ever she is."
Gaston leaned down to retrieve the girl, and much to Rumplestiltskin's surprise his staff collided with Gaston's right knee cap.
"Ouch! You stupid cripple, that hurt!" Gaston howled in pain.
"Don't touch her," Rumplestiltskin began, his voice was hoarse with fear; he wouldn't allow Gaston to put his filthy hands on such a beauty as the girl before them, even if she was a complete stranger.
"Oh is she yours or something because I highly doubt it. Who could want you," Gaston's face grew closer to Rumplestiltskin's in attempts to intimidate him and back him into submission, "you're a disgusting old cripple."
Sitting on the cold, wet floor Rumplestiltskin felt awful, but he would not let Gaston have the girl because, unlike Rumplestiltskin, Gaston would take advantage of her.
"She's f-family," Rumplestiltskin lied with a stutter.
"Is that so?" Rumplestiltskin nodded.
"Something tells me you're lying, and that I should just take her anyway," before Gaston could continue Bae arrived in the doorway.
"Bae, son, get back inside," Rumplestiltskin called in a hurry.
"I wanted to come help," Bae stepped closer to his father, and helped him off the ground, much to Rumplestiltskin's relief.
"Bae, please, I told you to wait inside."
"She needs help, papa."
"Ah, so the young one comes to save the day," Gaston began, and Bae noticed him for the first time.
"Tell me Rumplestiltskin, is he a coward like you?" Rumplestiltskin bowed his head as if he had just been slapped.
He shamefully watched the floor while Bae frowned at the rude comment. Rumplestiltskin wished to cry and would have, but Belle moaned, calling everyone's attention. Everyone fell silent, even Gaston. Belle's eyes opened slowly. Spotting the three men surrounding her, she quickly sat up and pushed herself back until she hit a brick wall.
The youngest one came closer to her, "It's alright. No one's going to hurt you," Belle took comfort in his words.
"Where am I?" Belle murmured, slowly gaining trust of the young teen.
"New York," the boy approached her slowly not wishing to frighten her anymore, "you were laying on the ground, and my papa and I found you."
The boy pointed to the crippled man standing behind him. On the crippled man's other side stood a tall, scaring looking fellow that Belle felt uneasy around. She didn't understand why, but she felt she knew him from somewhere.
"I seemed to have traveled far. I have never heard of New Yark before," Bae giggled at her mistake and Belle looked at him confused.
"New York, not New Yark," Belle blushed, embarrassed by her mistake.
Bae, encouraged by her reaction, stepped closer, she watched him with weary eyes, "May I help you stand?"
Belle contemplated his offer for a moment then silently nodded in response. Bae gave her his hand, she took it appreciatively. Once she was standing, she discerned that her body was indeed very sore, but luckily the fire in her throat was finally calming.
"Well, I have a date. Good luck with this," Gaston pointed toward Belle in mock repulsiveness; Belle, on the other hand, was still trying to remember how she knew him and didn't notice his insult.
Rumplestiltskin was grateful for when Gaston finally left; he didn't understand how any man could show so little interest for the beauty before them. Now standing Belle observed her surroundings, and felt frightened by everything her eyes beheld. She had never seen anything like this place, and it was so drastically different than her home. She wanted to return to Avonlea, but did not know the way back. Then there was this boy who was standing be her side trying to help her, and crippled man who wouldn't meet her gaze. Rumplestiltskin kept his gaze on the floor too ashamed to glance at the beauty in the eyes.
"My name's Bae and this is my father Rumplestiltskin. What's yours?" Rumplestiltskin gave his son a look of warning, but Bae ignored him; he wanted to help the lady like the knights in his fairytale books.
"Belle. My name is Princess Belle," Rumplestiltskin smirked, for he believed she was joking. Bae, on the other hand, believed her.
"You're a princess! A real princess! I knew it. Didn't I tell you papa? I told you she was a princess," Bae was clearly excited, and his eagerness made Belle smile; Rumplestiltskin risked a glance at her just as she smiled, and he could have sworn his heart stopped beating.
He quickly replaced his glance to floor not wanting her to think he was staring at her, though he gladly would stare at her for the rest of eternity if she would allow him. She was beautiful, and the way she smiled was so warming and loving.
"Miss, I don't mean to be rude, but it's getting late. Perhaps you should be getting home," Belle watched Rumplestiltskin as he spoke fretfully.
"I-I-I don't know where home is," Belle stated pathetically, and her face scrunched as if she were about to cry.
Rumplestiltskin watched her then, and the sight broke his heart; he wanted to wrap her in his arms and make her pain go away. She seemed so innocent and kind; she shouldn't feel so much pain.
"You're lost," Bae stated, saddened by the maiden's distress.
"Yes, and-and-and I'm very frightened," Belle could feel the tears starting to sting her eyes, but she wouldn't allow them to spill, not yet at least.
"Well, you can stay with us," Bae quickly turned to his father, silently begging the man to yield, "can't she papa?"
Before Rumplestiltskin could deny her stay, Belle spoke, "Oh, no, I couldn't. I don't want to intrude. It would be awfully rude of me."
Rumplestiltskin didn't know what to do. He wanted to help her, but he simply couldn't afford another mouth to feed. Rumplestiltskin met her gaze. God, she was beautiful, and that could be dangerous for her if she was wandering in the streets alone and at night. Rumplestiltskin thought of Gaston, and the possibility of him finding this woman who called herself Belle, alone and defenseless. The thought infuriated Rumplestiltskin, and he looked Belle in her beautiful cerulean eyes, which pleasantly reminded him of the ocean and the bluest skies, and spoke, "You can stay, for one night, or at least until we find where you belong."
Belle's eyes lit up, as did Bae's, and Rumplestiltskin had never seen a more beautiful sight. Belle stepped closer, and Rumplestiltskin froze. She was so incredibly close to him; he thought she was going to kiss him, but instead she flung her arms around him and whispered in a voice that sounded like angels singing, "Thank you. You are very kind."
Rumplestiltskin had never heard a more wonderful voice. He could very well speak, much less react to her action, and simply stood straight as an arrow until she released her hold around him. After a moment, Rumplestiltskin collected his thoughts.
Winning back his voice, he comforted her in saying, "It's no matter, dearie," he continued pointing toward the door, "After you…milady."
Belle giggled, and the sound sent a waterfall of electricity shooting up Rumplestiltskin's spine. This was a bad idea, but he couldn't careless. The three walked through the door, and out of the unpleasant alleyway. They journeyed up the stairs and into Rumplestiltskin and Bae's home with Belle as their grateful guest.
Their home was small, Belle observed, but it breathed comfort and coziness which Belle found irresistible. There were only two rooms throughout the entirety of the apartment. At the far right corner there was a small bathroom, and then there was the living room which was also their kitchen, bedroom, dining room, and laundry room. Rumplestiltskin, embarrassed by their humble home, watched his feet. He knew Belle was probably accustomed to riches, and his home had no riches and was an eye sore.
"I'm sorry," he apologized quietly, "I know it's probably not what you're used too-"
"It's absolutely wonderful," Belle interrupted him, her voice bright and honest.
Rumplestiltskin thought she was being polite, but she spoke with pure sincerity, leaving Rumplestiltskin completely stunned.
"You can sleep on my bed," Bae offered pointing toward the couch, and Belle noticed there were no beds.
"Where do you sleep?" Belle asked turning toward Rumplestiltskin whose color slightly heightened at the fact that she was curious about him.
"On the floor, by the wood burner stove. Bae sleeps on the couch, but you'll sleep there tonight," Belle frowned.
"Nonsense, I won't discomfort you with my stay. I'll sleep on the floor, and Bae can have the couch," Rumplestiltskin looked at her; his jaw dropped.
Was she being serious?
"But you're our guest," Bae insisted.
"Yes, but this is your home, and nothing should change because of my arrival," Belle stated, a wide smile spreading across her face, "Now, have you eaten at all today?"
The question was meant for both of them, but Bae answered with a sluggish no.
"Well then perhaps I could make you something. I'm a very good cook," Rumplestiltskin wanted to crawl into a whole when she opened the ice box and found it completely bare.
Not a single item of food was in their entire house.
"Oh," Belle whispered, "Haven't you enough to buy food?"
She turned to Rumplestiltskin now, who could only manage to shake his head in humiliation.
"Humph," she pouted, almost childlike, causing Bae to bite back a laugh.
What she did next shocked both Bae and Rumplestiltskin; she took a golden coin out of a fold in her golden gown and handed it to Bae. She instructed him to go to a market and buy food for the three, and with whatever was left over he could buy himself some sweets. Bae smiled widely, as he looked at his father with wide eyes. Rumplestiltskin was, once again, baffled into silence by the beauty. Bae, being a smart and selfless boy, planned to buy dinner for tonight, and he would spend the left over on bread and milk for tomorrow's breakfast. He clutched the golden coin with all his might; with a golden coin, he could very well buy a car, and he wasn't about to lose it.
"Go on now, and be careful," she smiled at Bae as he made for the door.
Rumplestiltskin didn't want his son traveling alone, so he called to him just as Bae stepped out the door, "Bae, ask if Moraine can come with you and please hurry back."
"Yes, Papa," he answered obediently, then left, closing the door behind him, leaving a cowardly cripple with a brave, and beautiful beauty.
Sufficiently nervous, Rumplestiltskin began to pace his own house, while Belle sat peacefully on the couch, calmly awaiting Bae's return. Lying down, she rested her head on the armrest, causing Rumplestiltskin to nearly jump out of his own skin. What is she doing? Belle sighed, her sore muscles enjoying the rest; her exhaustion pleasantly washing over her. Forcing her eyelids open, Belle blinked rapidly, trying to rid herself of the tiredness. Just as she began dosing off, Bae arrived with food in hand. He burst through the door making an unsuspecting Rumplestiltskin flinch, thankfully no one noticed.
"Bae, you're back. Good, good thing, I was starting to worry. Did you go with Moraine?"
"Yes, I bought her a sweet with the extra money. I hope it's alright," Bae turned to direct his question toward Belle, but Belle had lost her battle against exhaustion.
She had fallen asleep with her hands tucked beneath her angelic face; Rumplestiltskin watched as her chest rose and fell, then he cursed himself for taking such a liberty of admiring her in her sleep.
He thought of waking her, so she could eat, but she looked so comfortable in her sleep that he didn't have the heart to disturb her. He let her rest instead, and in the morning she would eat. Her golden gown had washed over the couch, overflowing onto the ground; Rumplestiltskin didn't want the beautiful fabric to dirty anymore than it already had, so he gently lifted the corners and tucked them under her leg. The soft silk kissed his beaten hands.
"Bae, why don't you go eat and I'll get Belle something warm to wrap herself with," Bae did as his father said, happy that he had some real food to eat.
Rumplestiltskin searched throughout the house for their softest, and warmest blanket, for the beauty sleeping peacefully on his couch deserved the best. Once he found a blanket that would suffice, he returned to her sleeping form. Gently opening the blanket above her and watching as it floated down, caressing her like a mother's arms, he stepped away. Admiring her, he noticed her lips were plump, full, and kissable. No! No, not kissable. For gods sake, she's half your age! What's gotten into you? Rumplestiltskin berated himself, all the while keeping his eyes focused on her wonderful pale face. Her lips parted slightly as her jaw went slack with sleep.
Her chestnut curls cascaded around her, wrapping around her cream-skinned neck like vines; he wanted to curl one around his finger-no! Rumplestiltskin instantly drew back from her sleeping form disgusted with himself. She was perfect, and he was tainting her with his improper thoughts. She was a lady, and needed to be treated as such. Bae had already set the table for two, but Rumplestiltskin, despite his hunger, did not have an appetite for food. He craved the beauty sleeping so peacefully on his couch, and for the life of him, he couldn't push the feeling away.
"Papa, aren't you going to eat?" Bae asked when he noticed his father placing his staff on the floor, and began curling himself next to the wood burner stove.
Shrugging, his father tiredly replied, "Maybe in the morning…goodnight son."
"Goodnight, Papa," Bae frowned, confused by his father's behavior, but quickly tossed the thought aside and devoured his portion of the meal.
Once his belly was full he lay beside his father, stealing a quick glance at Belle and grinned at her sleeping form, he allowed the waves of exhaustion to drown him in deep sleep. Bae dreamt that night; he dreamt of Rumplestiltskin's happily ever after with a brave princess named Belle.
It felt like from the beginning of his life, from the very day that he was born, Rumplestiltskin had worked. He would awake every day at the exact same hour. Today, like any other day, he awoke at three thirty in order to make it to work by four. Ignoring the screaming muscles in his back bellowing their endless protest, he rose, collecting his staff. He had a routine built, and today, just like always, he relieved himself, splashed cold water on his face, and ate a small piece of bread with half a cup of milk.
Bae did not have to wake for a couple hours, so he did his best to keep his noise to the minimum. He sipped on his milk, grateful for something to fill his stomach, and that's when it hit him. Like a ton of bricks, he realized he hadn't bought bread. In fact the ice box had been empty. His eyes went wide when he turned to the couch, realizing he hadn't dreamt of the beauty named Belle, for he caught sight of her golden gown, and he wanted to fall to his knees at the wonderful reality that she was real. She was still here.
Rumplestiltskin, as quiet as a mouse if not quieter, crept closer to the couch. All he wanted was a glimpse of her face, but like quicksand was devouring him he lost himself in her beauty. Helplessly staring at her, he tried to understand how Belle could ever manage to smile so beautifully at him. Then suddenly she stretched, freezing Rumplestiltskin in place. He looked away quickly, hoping she hadn't caught him staring. She hadn't awoken though; she had simply changed position on the couch.
Rumplestiltskin cursed himself. Of course, she would be uncomfortable, the couch was old and rough and not fit for such a perfect woman as Belle. It wasn't just her looks that he liked, albeit he thought they were wonderful, but it was the way in which she thought of him, and how she smiled at him. There was a certain light in her eyes that twinkled when she looked at him, and it gave him a nebulous hope that he tried desperately to suppress, and this hope made his heart race to an almost unbearable speed. He sighed, quickly gulping down the last sips of milk, and collected his coat. If he didn't hurry he would be late. He stole one last glance at Bae then Belle and, almost painfully, he closed the door, walking away, willing himself to begin another agonizingly long day.
Belle awoke to a sun ray shining directly in her face. Her eyes squinted adjusting to the brightness when they fluttered open. It was then she realized she wasn't in her bedchamber, or in her castle. Suddenly, a wave of memories crashed upon her thoughts, and she recalled Bae and Rumplestiltskin, and a warm smile spread across her cheeks. Thinking to herself, she recalled Rumplestiltskin's handsome face and his gorgeous honey brown eyes that simply screamed storytelling. He'd always shy away from her gaze and it hurt her in someway. Figuring he wasn't attracted to her, she tried to not think of him, a task that was easier said than done. Sitting up quickly, she stretched out her arms and yawned in a very unladylike manner. She wanted to see him, and desired to wish him a happy morning, but when she awoke there was no one there. No Rumplestiltskin; no Bae. Her smile fell, and she suddenly felt very alone. They had just left her. Before she could think of it any further, the bathroom door swung open and a cheerful Bae walked out.
"Belle, you're awake!" Belle's smile returned with new excitement; he hadn't left her.
It was silly of her to think that they would just leave her all alone.
"Bae!" She stood and embraced the teenage, squeezing him with much enthusiasm.
"Belle, I-I can't breathe," he joked, and Belle released him with a gleeful laugh.
"Would you like some breakfast?" Bae offered and Belle nodded eagerly.
She hadn't eaten anything since…she preferred not to think of it, so she quickly brushed the thought away focusing on Bae instead.
"And your father?" Belle wished to see his face, and indulge the sight of his beautiful brown eyes.
"He left for work," Bae replied biting happily into a piece of bread; Belle's smile faltered slightly, "He always leaves early because he has to be at the factory by four."
"At four in the morning?"
"Yes," Bae was saddened that his father had to work such long hours, but they had no choice.
"That's terrible," Belle brushed her fingertips against her bottom lip as she continued, "he must be awfully tired."
"I think he is, but he never shows it."
She wanted to ask Bae more questions, but her stomach growled making both of them laugh.
"Here," Bae passed her some bread and jam, and glass of ice cold milk, "try it, it's good."
Belle ate fervently; she hadn't realized how hungry she was until she took her first bite. The bread and jam hadn't satisfied her hunger much, but the glass of milk seemed to fill her up right away. Once he finished his glass of milk Belle laugh, for he had a milk mustache. She leaned over with a napkin and cleaned him off; he fidgeted against her as any child with a mother trying to clean their face would.
"There," Belle spoke, once Bae was cleaned she sighed, satisfied with herself, "now, don't you have school to go to."
"Yes, but I…well, I've have to leave you here all alone."
"I'll be fine. I'll be here when you return. I promise," Bae looked at her sorrowfully.
"You promise you'll be here when I get back?"
"You have my word," she kissed him on the cheek, and half-shoved him out the door.
"Go on now, or you'll be late, and I won't have you being late," she followed him to the door, and watched as Moraine and he walked down the stairs. Once they disappeared she closed the door. Turning around, she paused observing the apartment in daylight, for it looked much different. She noticed dirty dishes, dust, and dirty clothes thrown about.
"Well, they are boys after all," she giggled.
Determined to have the house spotless for the boys return, she set out to work.
After a long days work, Rumplestiltskin was finally on his way home. Today had been payday, and cursed at yet another low paycheck. Before picking up Bae and Moraine he stopped at the market and bought more bread, jam, milk, and ham. He was about to pay when he noticed a rose in the flower stand, and pictured Belle smiling at him when he handed it too her. He couldn't help himself; he grabbed the flower and added it to his items.
He paid, and set a quick pace to reach the school as soon as possible. His leg was sore, more than usual, and the faster he walked the more it seemed to sting. Ignoring it, he pressed forward. He reached the school in a reasonable amount of time. Bae and Moraine were already waiting for him. Together they began their journey home. Handing two bags to Bae, Rumplestiltskin held the bag with the rose, mindful not to bend it or let Bae or Moraine see it.
Leading the way, Rumplestiltskin conveniently walked further ahead in hopes that his son and Moraine would feel comfortable speaking with each other in his presence. A smirk appeared on his lips when they began whispering to each other. They arrived home surprisingly quickly; both Bae and Rumplestiltskin were eager to greet Belle. After having to spend an entire day without her, they desperately wished to check to see if she had indeed stayed. Once Moraine was home they half-ran toward their door; Rumplestiltskin managed his fastest walk, for he could not run. Bae turned the knob before he could and stepped in; Rumplestiltskin followed but froze dead in his tracks at the sight he beheld. Their home…it was…clean.
"Wow," Bae whispered, "I didn't know it could look so…nice."
The corners of Rumplestiltskin's mouth curved up into a smile, "Indeed."
"Do you like it?" Her voice was like that of an angel, and that was the voice Rumplestiltskin had been waiting all day to hear.
He had rushed home if only to hear it sooner and she had finally spoken. She came out of the bathroom with a rag in hand, and Rumplestiltskin was surprised to discover she no longer wore her golden gown, but a sky blue dress that ended just below her knee. She had white ruffled sleeves, and a low cut bodice, which hugged her small figure perfectly.
Bae ran to her, and Rumplestiltskin's heart warmed, at the sight of them embracing lovingly.
"I hope you don't mind, but I went to the market and bought fabric for my dress," she walked closer to him and Rumplestiltskin grew shaky in the knees.
"No, no, you are welcome to do as you please," he began, not sure of what to say.
"Do you like my dress?" Belle asked excitedly, twirling so he could see the entirety of it. He smiled at her, and his gaze fell to the floor frightened that she would be angry with him. When she didn't yell at him, he responded, "Yes," then shyly added, "You look beautiful."
She smiled widely that radiant smile that he had hoped, all day, he would see. It reminded him of the rose, but now he hesitated in giving it to her. She had spent her whole day cleaning their home, and he had brought her a silly little flower. He sighed thinking he couldn't very well throw it out without her noticing (that's one thing he knew about women, there's nothing that can be hidden from them because they eventually find out). Reaching in the bag, he pulled out the rose, holding it behind his back, wishing to surprise her.
"I-I brought you something," he began nervously and she looked at him with cheerful oceanic eyes.
Why would she look at me so lovingly and sweet?
He pulled the rose from behind his back, allowing her to see it.
"Here…if you'll have it," he watched her face hopefully, admiring the way her cheeks reddened.
"It's beautiful," she spoke delighted, smelling the rose, and enjoying its incredibly sweet fragrance, "why, thank you."
She beamed at him and it made him, much to his dread, blush. Her expression fell, if only for a moment, as if she were thinking of something. Then, she timidly reached up and kissed his cheek. He thought he'd faint from losing the ability to breathe.
Her eyes sparkled with a new found light then she turned and made for the kitchen. What were you thinking? Impulsive, girl! He going to think your crazy, but that's only assuming he doesn't already think it.
Scolding herself, she looked for a vase to place the rose in. She licked her lips, for they tingled with the sensation of his scratchy stubble brushing against them; she reached for a tea cup deeming it to be a good vase for her rose. Her hands were shaky with the sudden rush of simply kissing his cheek that the cup slipped from her fingers, and spilled onto the floor.
"Oh no! Oh, I'm so sorry," she retrieved the cup and noticed a slight chip in the rim, "I'm so sorry…it's-it's chipped…I could fix it, or if you'd like I could buy you-" her nervous rambling was silenced by a finger placed gently upon her lips.
Rumplestiltskin, after composing himself from her glorious kiss, had walked in front of her and place his finger upon her lips. They were soft, warm, welcoming, and dangerously tempting.
Removing his hand from her lips he spoke, "No need to fret. It's just a cup, dearie, nothing to worry about, really," she relaxed, and he chuckled.
Tension filled the air as Belle lost herself in the chocolate pools of his eyes. His cheek twitched from the intensity of her gaze. A moment passed until Rumplestiltskin realized he still carried the bags in hand. Bae had silently been watching the events unfold, and couldn't help the grin that spread across his face at the sight of his father and Belle together. His father, Bae knew, was in love, and it appeared to Bae that Belle shared the feeling.
"Well," Belle, clasping her hands together, spoke, "shall we dine?"
Bae sniggered at her formality, but quickly nodded.
Rumplestiltskin set the table; his leg protested violently with every movement. Belle noticed his limp was far more pronounced today and wanted to ask him about it, but she decided it wasn't her place and left it at that. The three sat at the table, and for a moment Rumplestiltskin allowed himself to picture them as a small family. He captured the moment, silently hoping it would last forever. Belle and Bae began attacking their meals, but Rumplestiltskin simply sat back and watched. Belle, curious as to why he wasn't eating, asked, "Are you not hungry?"
"Um…no…no, not really," he lied.
His stomach ached with hungry, but he never ate in front of his son. Rumplestiltskin would wait for Bae to eat first, and once Bae was asleep Rumplestiltskin would eat. Perhaps the nonsensical act was a part of his belief in his cowardice.
Rumplestiltskin stood suddenly, and Belle wondered if she had upset him with her question.
"I haven't fixed the roof yet and it's supposed to snow soon," he stated, "I'll go do that now. You two enjoy your food," he left, leaving Belle disconcerted with his abrupt mood change.
"What was he talking about?" Belle whispered, though Rumplestiltskin was no where near.
"There is a hole in the roof, and when it snows it gets inside. He tried talking to the landlord, but they won't listen to him," Belle frowned.
"Why not?" Bae stopped eating, and lowered his bread.
His expression fell, and Belle sensed his discomfort.
"People don't like my father very much…" Bae began.
"Why?" Belle encouraged him to continue.
She wanted to know more of Rumplestiltskin; she wanted to know him.
Bae shifted uneasily in his seat, "Well…they say he's a coward because…because he ran from war."
Belle's brows knitted together. She had never known that Rumplestiltskin had been in war, and she assumed that's how he injured his leg. She thought for a moment and couldn't understand how people could shut him out, "No one is a coward for being afraid. It's only human. It's instinct!"
"That's what I thought, but no one else saw it that way…until you," Bae gave her a small smile and continued, "He believes them. I think that's why he doesn't eat with me."
And all of a sudden, Belle understood why Rumplestiltskin never met her gaze, and drew away from her at times. He thought he was unworthy of her. Rumplestiltskin would wait to eat as punishment for his cowardice, but there was no reason to. Belle grimaced as her heart moaned with the unhappiness of the entirety of the situation. Rumplestiltskin was friendless, treated terribly, and worst of all he believed he deserved it. Belle wanted to cry, or run to him and embrace him in an inescapable hug. She wanted him to know that he wasn't a coward, and that everyone else was simply blind. She sighed with annoyance then stood abruptly. Taking some bread and cup of milk in hand, she made for the door.
"Will you be alright while I take this to your father?" Belle asked, turning the knob.
"Yes…you should know though to get to the roof you have to take the stairs that are outside and around the building; it's the only way," Bae informed, and she smiled at him grateful for the advice.
Following Bae's instructions, Belle arrived at the top of the building. Rumplestiltskin was crouched working on a shingle and hadn't noticed her arrival. She stepped onto the flat roof, and crept up behind him. Belle coughed making Rumplestiltskin jump. Belle hadn't meant to frighten him, but she had done so by accident. He flew forward and before Belle could react he hit his head on the brick ledge.
"Oh! Oh, are you alright?" She asked in a rush.
He didn't answer right away, and it frightened her more. Setting the milk and bread on the ledge, she ran to his side. Placing her hands on either side of his face, she helped him sit up right. He had dropped his staff, and it lay off to his side just out of reach. Her eyes met his, and there lips were mere inches apart.
All she had to do was lean in to taste his lips, but she noticed blood seeping down his forehead and began with a start, "You're bleeding! Oh, I'm so sorry this is all my fault."
She pulled out a handkerchief from a pocket in her blue dress, and gently pressed it against his wound; he inhaled sharply as it stung terribly.
"I'm sorry," Belle blinked back tears, dabbing away the blood.
The position in which she leaned toward him gave him an excellent view of her bosom and once he realized what he had done he wanted to kick himself for the act.
He grew fearful that he had been caught but relaxed when she asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It's quite alright dearie…it's-it's just a scratch. It wasn't your fault. I should be more careful," her gaze met his, and he could see her inner torment and dread.
Somehow, in the midst of her ministrations, their breathing hitched, their hearts quickened pace, and their lips grew closer together. And just as there lips were about to meet; he turned, reached for his staff, and slowly stood. Belle followed his motions, looking away sheepishly.
"You should go inside, it's very cold and you might get sick," he spoke quietly, almost afraid.
"You could get sick too. Don't you worry about yourself getting sick?" He met her gaze and she continued, "Don't you think you deserved to be warmed when it's cold?" Awestruck by her question, he remained silent, and then returned his gaze to his feet. Belle approached him and slipped a finger beneath his chin forcing his eyes to meet hers.
"Did I ever tell you, you have beautiful eyes?" Rumplestiltskin blushed furiously at her praise and turned away, abandoning her finger mid-air.
"Please Belle, I won't have you getting sick," Rumplestiltskin stood with his back to her, so she came up behind him.
Placing a hand on his trembling shoulder, she turned him, making him face her once again.
"Rumplestiltskin," the sound of his name on her lips sent waves of joy flooding through him, "You are a very kind man."
He nodded, accepting her compliment, and she drew back toward the ledge where she had previously set down the bread and milk.
"I brought you dinner," she handed it to him, and he timidly took it mindful not to dirty her hands with his.
"Your cut stopped bleeding. I don't think it'll need stitching, but perhaps you'll allow me to clean it once we're inside?"
"Thank you," she beamed at his response.
He nibbled on the bread which eventually became hearty bites. He was hungry. Quickly gulping down the milk, he finished his food, and looked up to find Belle watching him, spellbound. He coughed lightly, and it knocked her from her daydream.
"Have you finished with the roof, or could I help you?" She waited expectantly.
"No, I think it'll hold for now," she smiled and nodded.
"Let me take you inside…it really is getting too cold and I don't want you to get sick," Rumplestiltskin walked to the stairs and waited for her to follow. He allowed her to start climbing down, following right behind her. He struggled with stairs because of his knee, and Belle would gladly wait for him when he fell behind.
Once they reached the ground Belle turned around and looped her arm around his. Together, they walked home. It was then Rumplestiltskin realized that the cup he had drunk his milk from had been the cup his beautiful Belle had chipped, and small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Belle guided Rumplestiltskin over the threshold. Curled up on the couch was Bae, he had not waited for their return to fall asleep, much to Rumplestiltskin's relief; Bae had school in the morning, and would have to awake early. Taking the tea cup from his hand, Belle placed the cup on the kitchen counter and ordered him to sit at the table while she brought some medicines to address his wound. He compiled, grateful for a moment to rest his knee.
She returned from the bathroom with a small box in hand. Setting it on the table, she pulled up a chair and sat in front of him. She opened the box and chose a small bottle. Opening the bottle, she poured the liquid onto a cloth towel, and used it to clean his wound. It stung, she knew, so she stood momentarily to blow air which eased the pain then returned to her sitting position. Once the wound was cleaned, she coated it with a cream that would help it heal faster. He thanked her once she had finished, and she waved him off. It was then she caught a glimpse of Bae's sleeping figure, and a sudden thought struck her, "Does he miss her?" She spoke quietly, not wanting to wake Bae.
"Who?"
"His mother," Belle waited patiently for a response.
"I'd imagine so," Rumplestiltskin's expression was morose as he spoke; his tone wore a thick layer of sorrow.
"What happened to her?" Belle regretted the question the moment it left her lips. Damn curiosity!
Rumplestiltskin didn't mind her curiosity and explained to her in a quiet voice, "Milah was her name. She and I had been having trouble for some time. I thought she was finally accepting our life here, but I was wrong."
"How did you know?"
"Because one day…she left," Rumplestiltskin turned to Belle and watched her gaze fall upon Bae.
"She just left," Belle spoke in heartbroken amazement.
"She just left," Rumplestiltskin confirmed.
"How old was he?" Belle had so many questions; it was proving difficult not to ask them all at once.
"Seven, old enough for him to remember her," Belle swallowed the lump in her throat.
Rumplestiltskin's gaze was drawn toward Bae and he watched as Bae's chest rose and fell with a peaceful rhythm. Then he felt a warm hand on his, and he froze but soon relaxed. She curled her fingers around his, and squeezed gently. Her hands were so very soft. She leaned toward him, his gaze still turned to Bae, and she whispered, "I am so sorry for you both."
He looked at her then, and smiled sadly, "Well, it's all in the past," he glanced out the window and decided it was late, "but, enough of that. It's time for bed."
Bae had taken the couch and Rumplestiltskin stood contemplating what to do. Wake Bae, or have Belle sleep on the floor? Belle answered the question for him when she curled up by the stove, tucking the blanket beneath her chin. Now that his spot was taken he wondered where he should lay, but Belle quickly waved him over. He wasn't sure if he should, but she encouraged him with her eyes and a small nod.
Rumplestiltskin laid his staff on the floor beside the stove and joined Belle on floor. He turned to face opposite from her, but she stopped him and pushed herself closer to him, nuzzling her face under his chin. She didn't care if it was impolite or wrong; she wanted him close to her and she no longer wished to hide it. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to beat right out of it, but he gradually relaxed. Belle sighed. Emboldened by her comfort, he wrapped his arms around her small frame, pleased when she did not push him away. Belle fell asleep enveloped in his embrace and never had she slept as peacefully as she did that night.
Rumplestiltskin's eyelids shot open, as if he had just been doused in ice cold water. Never, in any of his recollection, had he ever been late for work, except for today. Belle, beautiful, gentle, and angelic as she was, slept wrapped in his arms, her head lay above his heart. He slipped out from underneath her, careful not to disturb her sleep. Adrenaline shot through him, as he rapidly moved about the house, grabbing his staff and limping wildly for the door. He didn't relieve himself, or splash cold water on his face; he didn't eat bread with a half glass of milk.
He didn't execute his normal routine, and already he could sense the horribleness of the day. Without Belle's warmth to comfort him, he walked as quickly as he could. Keeping his thoughts focused on work, he attempted to suppress the angry pains in his body, especially the vicious growling of his hungry stomach. The sky was still dark with night, and the air had an unsettling chilliness as he finally approached, a place worse than prison, the factory. They would be angry, he knew. The fact alone made him want to run away; made him want to run back to Belle and her sweet warmth, smile, and touch. He had no choice, though. If he ran he wouldn't be able to pay for necessities; Bae and him would be left on the street, so he walked forward through the factory doors and waited for the torture to commence.
Belle sighed herself awake, rolled her shoulders, then stretched her arms, and eventually sat up. Right away, Belle detected something was off; her body felt weak and fatigued. Belle's legs ached and so did her arms. She brushed off the pains believing they were the result of sleeping on the floor. Quickly checking for Rumplestiltskin, she remembered he had work and wouldn't let herself be hurt by his absence. Bae had already awakened, and was eating breakfast at the table when she stood.
"Good morning," Belle spoke in a cheerful tone, though another wave of achy muscles crashed upon her when she stood.
"Belle, your up. Good morning," Bae prepared another piece of bread with jam for her to eat.
"How did you sleep?" Belle questioned with sincere curiosity.
Bae looked at her sheepishly, "I forgot I was supposed to sleep on the ground-"
"Shhh, none of that. In all honesty, I-I'm kind of glad you didn't," Belle giggled, blushing at the memory of sleeping in Rumplestiltskin's arms.
They had only known each other for only a few days, and already she felt like she had known them for years. Bae watched her suspiciously for a moment, wondering what he had missed, but let the matter drop and passed her the bread instead. She ate slowly; her thoughts were plagued with the memory of Rumplestiltskin and the hushed beating of his heart by her ear. Bae finished his bread, stood, kissed Belle on the cheek making her smile, waved goodbye, and left for school. But before closing the door, Bae made her promise she would be home when he returned, and Belle obliged to his request.
Once Bae had left and Belle was alone, she felt the severity of the state in which she was in. Her body was incredibly achy, and her legs trembled when she stood. She supported her weight on the table, helping her stand when suddenly she sneezed. The one sneezed caused pulled a trigger of sorts and a chain of sneezes was brought upon her. Belle caught her breath, and moved to the couch. Today would be a very long day, especially after she realized she had caught a terrible cold.
Thank you for reading. I shall update soon. I do appreciate your thoughts.