Okay first of all I'd like to thank, Ranguvar27 for being my beta reader on this fic and second of all Ravenclaw992 for reviewing my first story and for inspiring me to make this fic longer. So yeah, go and check those epic people out!
As no one knows anything about Baelfire I felt I should share my thorey of what happend to him and where he is now...as a story! Now I know this first chapter is a little crappy so bare with me. But chapter two is epic! Which is why I'll hopefully have it up today as well...so don't stop reading it until you've ready chapter 2!
So with out further ado, I give you: A Son's Grief!
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Mr. Gold smirked as he stood behind the counter in his shop and counted up the money he'd just picked up from Granny's inn. It was true that he didn't need the money. However, bringing misery to others always was a fun pastime for him. In fact, so fun that he didn't notice when his little bell rang and a dark figure came up to the counter.
"Is that psychosomatic?" asked a calm almost controlled voice.
Mr. Gold's head shot up, the voice didn't make him jump. However it did make him feel slightly uneasy…not that he'd let it show…much.
"That leg, you were ignoring it just now, so is that psychosomatic?" Asked the person, whom now he could clearly see was a man in a black leather jacket, with a dark purple shirt underneath, dark blue skinny jeans and some brown boots. All in all, a very trendy young man.
A very trendy young man that Mr. Gold knew nothing about.
"I know, let's make a deal…. if you tell me your name, I'll tell you about my limp." He answered in a causal teasing voice. He knew no one would ever make that kind of deal but it wouldn't hurt to try.
The man in the leather jacket laughed "No thanks, I'll pass."
There was a moment of silence as both men inspected each other, both of them wondering about the other, but neither of them coming to any good conclusions.
Mr. Gold decided to break the silence "So, is there something I can do for you? Or have you just come to ask about an old man about his limp?"
"Yes, you can…you see, there's this book that I'd like to ask you about…" He replied causally.
"…And what book would that be?" Mr. Gold asked.
"This one." He replied graciously as he placed a brown leather-bound book with elegant gold writing on the cover on the table called...
called...
Once. Upon. A. Time.
Despite the surprise Mr. Gold was feeling, he kept a straight face and asked innocently "Now, what on earth would I know about Henry'sbook? In fact, does he even know you have his book?"
"...I doubt his mother will miss it, still, I believe you know a lot about that book. Considering your son wrote it." he smirked in return.
"I don't have a son." replied Mr. Gold flatly, without any of the normal cockiness and confidence in his voice sounded flat and cold. It was a voice that'd send any man running.
Any man but this one.
"No…but you did. And he wrote this little book here to take away the painyou brought him." He told him calmly.
"I see…." Mr. Gold trailed off as he limped around the counter and over to the man who was a little taller than him.
"Well, what is it you want from me, Mister?" he continued in compete confidence despite his real feelings.
"Why did you give that book to Henry?" The man asked, straight to the point.
Mr. Gold smirked "I like you, you're not scared of me and you're certainly trying to be professional. But I'm afraid I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about,"
"What? Like how you didn't always know that one day your son would run away?" he replied to the man's obvious lie. He clearly wasn't going to back down.
"…The same way you always seemed to enchant my son, Dylan Felton." Mr. Gold murmured with a small smile. It was easy to figure out once the man made it clear he was no stranger. Dylan Felton after all, was only man in this town who knew so much about Bae AND someone who Mr. Gold had no idea what he looks like. Well, at least what he looked like now, the last time he saw Dylan he was only 10 years old.
Dylan and Maria Felton (Maria aka Moraine, not that either of them knew their real identities) were the only two kids his son had ever talked to. They had only been allowed to be friends as no matter what world Mr. Gold was in, Dylan (aka Daniel) and Bae looked alike.
"Excuse me, Mr. Gold?" he said with annoyance, clearly he didn't like the fact Mr. Gold had figured it out…or at least so it seemed.
"Nothing." Mr. Gold replied slyly.
"So?" Dylan asked.
"So what?" Mr. Gold answered teasingly.
"So, why did you give that book to Henry?" He asked, a little irritated.
"Why should I tell you?" Mr. Gold fired back.
"Maybe I'm not making myself clear...Did you know I've read all the fairytales in that book?" he asked in a mock innocent way as he found himself wandering over to the crystal unicorn mobile that didn't fit in with the rest of the shop...but yet did.
"Well, I'd imagine you had, considering your talking to me about it." Mr. Gold mumbled under his breath, low enough for 'Dylan' not to hear...or at least, so it seemed.
After all, Mr. Gold rules out nothing.
Now playing with the glass unicorn mobile, he continued "You know, it's pretty interesting how many twists on the fairytales there are...its funny my favourite is one that's not even a proper fairytale. Do you want to know it?"
"Do tell, Mr. Felton." he said simply, trying to not sound too bored.
"Baelfire" he replied simply.
For once in Mr. Gold's life, he was speechless.
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So, what did you think? PLEASE REVEIW! Second ever fanfic, first proper fanfic! I'd greatly apptericate to know what you all thought.
By the way, a question:
What do you think I should do? Keep switching between StoryBrooke and Fairytales or just start off with StoryBrooke, learn what really happend to Baelfire then end with StoryBrooke?