Storybrooke Soulmates
By: RosexKnight
Storybrooke remix of my fic "My Soulmate is The Dark One" - On your 18th birthday, a name appears on your palm for only you and one other to see. Your soul mate they say. Some people followed it, some people brushed it off as hocus-pocus, but it was undeniable that those who were fortunate enough to meet the person whose name was on their hand was destined for happiness. True Love.
Chapter One
You're 18 when it happens.
No one really know why it happens. But then again it's been going on for so long most don't question it. But it's there.
On your 18th birthday, a name appears on your palm for only you and one other to see. Your soul mate they say. Some people followed it, some people brushed it off as hocus-pocus, but it was undeniable that those who were fortunate enough to meet the person whose name was on their hand was destined for happiness. True Love.
Belle French was 21, and she still hadn't broken the habit of staring at the name on her palm. Rumpelstiltkin. It was so odd, but at least she hadn't had the problem her friend Ariel had. She'd nearly given up at the seventieth Eric. She remembered getting teased about it by her friend Ruby before she moved with her mother to Manhattan. A name out of a fairy tale was indeed something you didn't see every day, but all Belle could think about was whether or not he was anything like the countless interpretations of the character she'd scoured through over the years.
It was with a sigh that she went to her job. She truly hated it, but it paid the bills and kept her in her apartment.
"Customer service hotline may I please have your name?" She said cheerfully into her headset when the phone rang at her cubical.
"Mr. Gold." The voice at the other end said gruffly.
Oh lord he was going to be one of those customers. "I'm sorry sir I'm afraid I'm gonna need your full legal name to look you up in our system."
A sigh, and then, very bitterly, "Rumpelstiiltskin Montgomery Gold."
Belle went still. Silent. Rumpelstiltskin. That was what he'd said right?
"Hello? Did we get disconnected? If I have to call back I'll—"
"You said your name was Rumpelstiltskin." Belle said, letting the words tumble out.
"Yes I trust you can spell it."
"No I…Yes I can. It's written on my hand."
Silence fell on the other line. Heh. Seemed that had shut him up. But he was silent for too long, and she found herself swallowing hard and checking to make sure he hadn't hung up.
"You have Belle written on yours right?" She ventured, her voice full of hope. How many Rumpelstiltskins could there be in the world? Surely only one. Two max.
"Where are you?" He finally choked.
"Manhattan. You?"
"Storybrooke. Maine."
"My dad lives in Storybrooke." Belle said, as if it was more of a realization. She scoured her mind for any mention of a Gold. "You own his business."
"I own half the town, Dearie."
"Well I haven't been there in years."
He paused and Belle felt a smile on her lips. "Would you want to come back?"
"I think so."
"Pack then. Meet me at the airport tomorrow. I'll bring you home. See you soon, Belle."
"You too, Rumpelstiltskin."
A click ended the call and everything felt surreal as she told her boss she was quitting and packed her things. When she met him he was standing at the entrance with his left palm up, leaning heavily on his cane. He was older than she thought but still handsome. She approached him, her own palm up to show him as well. And as they met in the airport like some romantic love story Belle realized she rather liked having a soul mate who was named after a fairy tale.
