Hooked

by Inktwister

Iris Hart can't remember anything before moving to Storybrook, Maine. Like the fact that she's magical, actually named Kyra and the daughter of Rumpelstiltskin. When the curse is broken and she finally remembers who she is, she finds herself falling for the man hell bent on ending her father. Killian Jones/OC

1. Prologue

Enchanted Forest

Rumplestiltskin sat before the roaring fire with a faraway look on his green face. In his hands, he held a length of fabric that to anyone else might appear worthless, but to him, it was all that he had left of his son, Baelfire.

There were nearly tears in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Tears were useless and anyway, he would be seeing Bae soon enough. Regina was finally beginning to learn the magic that he was teaching her, which meant he was one step closer to the curse being cast. He gave a little chuckle at the thought as he absentmindedly ran his fingers along the fabric.

A sound suddenly met his ears, a very unpleasant one and he cocked his head to the side to hear it better. Why, he realized with alarm, it was the sound of that blasted bell! He growled deep in his throat as he quickly stood from his chair, put the cloth back in its place and then he was suddenly standing before his door.

With a wave of his hand, the door flew open with a swish. As he opened his mouth to rebuke whoever had seen fit to ring his bell, his voice left him. On his doorstep was a small bundle and from it came the soft cries of a baby. Astonished, he could not move for almost a minute and he simply stared down at the little thing.

When he was finally able to collect himself and think properly, he bent down and took the child tentatively in his arms. The crying stopped and a tiny little face peered up at Rumple, a pair of ocean blue eyes meeting his own golden ones. It did not take him but a moment to sense the power swirling within the baby.

"So dearie, what is it that you're doing at my door?" he said aloud, taking a closer look at the child. His eyes fell on bit of stitching at the corner of the blanket and his eyes twinkled. "Kyra, is it? Well I suppose I can't just leave you out here. Might as well bring you inside, at least until I figure out what you do with you," he whispered with a light laugh, finding himself smiling down at the girl. Tightening his hold ever so slightly, he turned and reentered the house.