This is the first story i have posted on this site so be kind, please? I intend this story to have at least 10 chapters and i will update regularly.
Chapter one- Of mothers, daughters, and deals.
Emma knew she had a job to do, a responsibility to uphold to the town of Storybrook and to her son. She did not understand what responsibility she had to a tall blonde woman whom she had never seen before that was just was sitting calmly on her desk inspecting her perfectly manicured nails. This woman seemed to have an unmistakable air of importance about her and Emma knew right away this was no one she wanted to trifle with.
"Can I help you?" The young sheriff asked cautiously.
The woman looked up as though interrupted from a soothing thought by a pesky bug.
"Oh, Sheriff Swan I presume? I'm judge Claudia Von Krahe a close friend of Mayor Mills and I'm here to report a crime." Her voice sounded cold and unchanging as she tossed her hair off her shoulder.
Emma knew this woman had a similarity to Regina and she had already made the mistake of encoring the mayor's wrath, she knew better than to make an enemy of a judge as well.
"Well judge I investigate the claim and I suppose you'll determine the guilt of the suspects after an arrest has been made. You're the first judge in the area I've…" Emma didn't have time to finish her sentence when the judge interrupted her.
"I'm the only judge in the area, Storybrook is a small town Sheriff. I'm here about my daughter Lucy; She's seventeen and in a relationship with a man more than thirty years her senior. I want him charged with abuse of a minor." The Judge spoke quickly but the concern in her tone was unmistakable.
A mother's concern was something Emma had only too recently discovered and she knew she'd be just as worried if put in this woman's shoes, which looked like they cost more then she made in a month. Emma looked at this young woman and could not believe she had a seventeen year old let alone one who could get away with seeing an older man right under this Amazon's nose.
"And the older man? Who is he?" Emma asked sympathetically.
The judge spoke as though the words she was about to speak would make her sick. "The pawnbroker and land owner, Mr. Gold."
Flash to the fairy tail world.
Maleficent knew she only had a short while left, as her young daughter lay asleep in her bed she thought on all the wonders she wouldn't live to see, her lovely girl, live through. It should only be a few weeks now and she knew she should prepare her for the worst but as she brushed the dark hair from the young girl's cheek she could not bare the thought of her dearest treasure upset. The good would triumph and the spell a few fairies put on the wicked witch would be completed on the full moon and there was no fighting it. Lucile woke up to her mother sitting at her bedside with tears glistening in her eyes.
"Mother, what's wrong?" Lucile moved the white veil behind her bedpost so as to see her mother better as the witch's tears fell freely.
"I'm dying Lucy, on the next full moon I'll turn to dust. There is no way around it so we should start planning for what you will inherit, books, magic…"
"NO." Lucy replied. "There is another way and I'll find it. I can go to him, I'm not afraid."
"You're not afraid because you've never been in his presence, you're young and headstrong. You can't break a deal with him and I know I couldn't bare it if he took something from you that you couldn't afford to lose on my account." Maleficent said as she wiped the tears away.
"Mom, you gave me life, let me repay the favor. I can't afford to lose you and that's the deal I'm ready to make." Her daughter replied as she leapt from her bed and began to dress.
"Lucy, please I'm old I've lived a full life." The Witch began.
"Mom, you're forty five and have yet to live a full life. Please let me do this, it's not up for debate." The young girl said as she pulled on her boots.
Maleficent stood up to watch her daughter put on her traveling cloak, she lowered her staff on to the bed and walked to her only child and held her to her heart. This young woman was the only thing she could care for anymore and as much as her heart had blackened there was love left in it for her daughter alone.
"Come back to me before the full moon, no matter the outcome."
Lucy took in her mother's scent; she was as tall as the witch already she thought as she buried her face in her mother's curly blonde locks. She smelled of fire and lavender, as she always had.
"I'll come back." The young girl replied with no doubt in her heart.
Reality
Emma walked through the desolate hallways of Storybrook high school, memories that where anything but pleasant kept flooding her imagination. She would be more than happy to leave this place once her job was done. As a loud bell rang through the halls a parade of uniformed students exited through the prison-like rooms, scrambling too their feet. Emma held in her hand a picture of a young girl with long dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. Nothing particularly high about her cheekbones and she was certainly no model but she had a fullness to her lips that along with those piercing eyes could be considered irresistible to men. Just as she turned the picture to be reminded of the correct room number she saw the young girl walk past her. Several books clutched in her hands she walked briskly to get to her next destination, it seemed she knew someone wanted to approach her and she had no interest in this chance encounter. As Emma managed to catch up to her, she just so happened to bump her "accidently".
"I'm so sorry. Please let me help you with those." Emma reacted quickly as she helped the girl pick up her books.
"Thank you, I'm accident prone so this happens all the time. Yet only a few times has anyone helped me pick up this mess." Lucy responded as she pushing her glasses back into a comfortable position on her nose.
"No problem, you must be Lucy Von Krahe?" Emma asked as she held up the photograph the girl's mother had given her.
"You must be the sheriff then?" Her response was like a sigh of relief that this day had finally come as she took the last of her books from Emma's hand and nodded toward the badge at her belt.
"So you know I'm here to talk to you about your sexual relationship with Mr. Gold?"
Emma felt this was a situation in which she could be frank. At seventeen this girl seemed like she could answer a straight question. Yet the look on her face was that of a child who had just heard a foreign language for the first time.
" I'm his employee. I do his bookkeeping, help him with the shop when he runs business errands and make sure his dry cleaning is taken care of...Sometimes I even go so far as to bring the man coffee. He's set up a college fund for me and pays for all my tutoring. Never has it been something sinister." she was both repulsed and offended at the very notion.
"Why would your mother be so concerned about your relationship with your boss if it's nothing more than that, how long have you been working for him?" Emma questioned hoping the girl's face would reveal something other than disgust.
Lucy furrowed her eyebrows, "Since I was fourteen. He has done everything to see me succeed, dedicated his time, energy and funds to get me the best of tutors. I figured that was the deal between him and my mom, I work for him for free and he pays for college and pays off her debts"
"So you pay him back with sex?" Emma was starting to wonder if maybe this was not the right question to ask but she still had to try yet she wondered what kind of deal the Judge could have made with Mr. Gold.
The hallways had cleared by this time but Lucy didn't feel the need to turn her head to look for any stray ears that may have stayed around as she laughed.
"I'm not a prostitute sheriff, I'm going to study cultural Anthropology and history, not that it's anyone's business but mine but my job and constant dedication to school leaves me with no time for fraternization with the opposite sex. My mom is probably worried that, since Mr. Gold is the only male I come into contact with on a regular basis, that something gross is going on. I can also tell you with no worries about exposing my boss's secrets or risking my job that the man has no time for teenagers when he has grown women to wine and dine. I know I write his schedules, now if you'll excuse me."
Lucy walked away muttering about how she'd never been more offended. Emma watched her walk into a very full near by classroom; her special power for knowing when people were lying told her this girl had never even kissed a boy let alone a man. Why would her mother be so worried if there was no cause for concern? It was time to pay Judge Von Krahe a visit, a very confused visit.
Flash to Fairy tail world
Lucy had only the moss growing on the trees to go by as she walked through the vast forest. She was looking for a lake that was so murky you couldn't even see yourself in its waters. All magical creatures knew this lake was used for the strongest of potions and everyone knew if you wanted to find the Dark Imp to head toward the lake. Lucy was used to traveling on foot as her mother had taken her to many dark places on foot since she was very small, magic could only carry one. A clean line of witches is what they had descended from and the warlocks that had donated their hearts and bodies to continue the line had all been forgotten. The young witch stopped when she felt the moisture in the air.
There was a toll to pay to find the lake; a thick fog was right in front of her and she knew better than to attempt to walk through it, she removed a small dagger from her belt and made a small cut into the palm of her hand. She made a fist and squeezed the blood out and opened her palm as she waved her hand in front of the fog. The droplets flew through the air until she saw the fog consume them. The air cleared and she saw passage had been granted. Lucy walked on past the drooping branches and through the dead leaves that scattered the soil beneath her boots. She was close but suddenly she was no longer alone.
She knew better than to turn around quickly so she straightened her posture and waited for him to approach her. Lucy felt rough hands grab her arms and she was frozen in fear. She saw the black fingernails on the gold hand; the moonlight gleamed off the dragon skin sleeves of his coat. He turned her to face him still keeping his hands on her arms only his grip had tightened. She saw his face was as rough as his hands and the same green-gold color. His eyes where frightening yet once she saw them she relaxed. Her mother had taught her that once she could look into her enemy's eyes she could control them.
He smiled as he looked at her and felt the power within her was something to be allowed to grow, be nurtured. He took in her supple form, all the right curves in all the right places. They did not speak as he touched her long dark hair and curled a strand in his fingers. Her eyes followed his curiously watching each movement until he released his grip from her other arm but maintained his grip on the strand of hair in his hand.
"Well, well, well, and may I ask what deed has brought you to my neck of the woods and away from your bed at this hour young lady?" He spoke in a high-pitched growl of a voice not moving his eyes away from hers.
"If you're Rumplestiltskin then my business is with you. I'm here to make a deal." Lucy responded as she tried to keep her voice from shaking. She felt him walking around her his hands still touching her hair.
"What's your name, My dear?" The Imp whispered the words into her ear. It was a command not a question.
"So you are the man I'm looking for." She responded feeling his breath on her neck growing hotter as she defied his command.
"If you're looking for Rumplestiltskin then yes; I'm your man. Your name dear?" He growled the last word as his tone took on one of impatience.
At her answer he had moved his hand to her head; his grip on her long dark hair tightened at the base of her scalp. Her heart was pounding though she refused to be bullied into submission by the trickster. Her mother was at steak and this was no time to allow her fear to overtake her.
"Agree to make a deal with me and I'll give you my name." All fear had vanished from her voice once she remembered her mother, she was defiant but her desperation showed in her request.
The imp held his grip and snarled into her hair. "You'll have to do better then that, Witch. Your power is still maturing but mine is at a strongpoint. You have no power to make demands here, just pleas."
