Later that evening Emma and Mr. Gold headed to the hospital, once they got there Mr. Gold lead the way to where Belle was. Once Belle saw him a smile came to her bruised lips as she eagerly reached her hand out for his.
"Mr. Gold!"
"Belle!" he whispered as he carefully knelt down and cupped her delicate bruised hand in his.
"I told you I would come for you." he smiled as he gently pressed his lips to her cold hand. "This is Sherriff Emma Swann she is going to help me free you."
Belle smiled and looked over to the blonde woman watching them. Emma smiled back and walked over to the old rusted bars.
"I think I may be able to cut these bars with a hack saw." she muttered. "But first I have to find one."
Mr. Gold nodded and looked up at Emma.
"I though that too, so I brought one along with us…it's in the trunk." he said as he looked back at Belle.
Once Emma left to retrieve the hack saw Mr. Gold stared deeply into Belle's beautiful blue eyes.
"Belle…how have they been treating you? They didn't hurt you did they?" Mr. Gold asked.
"No…that woman didn't come to visit me today." Belle said.
"Good, I'm glad your safe." he smiled as he gently caressed her bruised cheek.
Belle closed her eyes to the sensation of their skin touching, but her eyes opened when she heard the voice of Emma.
"Alright, stand back." she said as Mr. Gold and Belle both took a step back.
A few minutes passed then Emma finally got all the bars sawed threw, once that was done Mr. Gold and Emma carefully helped Belle out of the small window. Once she was out and standing before Mr. Gold he had to resist the urge to sweep her up into his arms.
"Alright lets get you to the car before someone sees." Emma said.
Mr. Gold noticed the bruises along her beautiful creamy legs and gently wrapped his arm around her waist, helping her to the car. Once they got to the car Mr. Gold got into the back seat with Belle. The drive to Mr. Gold's house was very quite, Belle was half asleep with her head gently rested on Mr. Gold's shoulder causing his heart to race. Once they were at his house He and Emma helped her up to his bedroom and gently laid her on the bed where she immediately fell asleep.
"Thank you very much for helping me save her, it means a lot." Mr. Gold said with a small smile.
"Your welcome, if you need anything you know where to find me." Emma smiled as she let herself out of his house.
Once she was gone Mr. Gold sat on his bed bedside Belle and admired her beautiful sleeping form. Her beautiful face had bruises across her cheeks and her beautiful full lips, some down her creamy arms and legs as well, but not even the bruises could take away from her beauty. After a few moments passed Mr. Gold finally tore himself away from the beautiful girl laying in his bed and headed toward his spare room where he kept his spinning wheel. Once he was in the room he just stared at the wheel and sighed, oh how he wished he had his powers back….this world was horribly boring…not at all what he expected it to be…but if he had his powers back he could not have Belle. After a few moments later he had to go check on Belle so he hurried down the hall and into his chambers where he saw Belle, awake now.
"Belle." he smiled.
"Mr. Gold?" she whispered.
"How are you feeling?" he asked as he walked closer to the bed.
"A bit sore."
"I would imagine." he frowned. "The bathroom is just in that door, you make soak in the bath if you wish."
"A bath? A real bath?" she asked happily.
"Of course, it's all yours dearie." Mr. Gold chuckled.
Belle smiled and went to throw her legs over the bed, but she stopped and winced at the pain.
"Belle?"
"It…it hurts a bit." she muttered holding her side.
He frowned and helped her to her feet and walked her toward the bathroom.
"I think I have it from here, thank you Mr. Gold." she smiled.
"Your welcome dearie, I'll be just outside if you should need anything."
Once she was in the bath Mr. Gold headed down stairs to make her a proper breakfast. After a few moments passed, Mr. Gold heard his name being called from upstairs, and he practically ran upstairs if it wasn't for his bad leg he'd be up their faster. Once he got there he stood outside of the door and opened it a bit.
"Are you alright dearie?" he whispered.
"Yes, I'm fine…Mr. Gold can you please help me out? My legs are so weak and sore." she said.
"O-of course, are you decent for me to come in?" he asked nervously.
"Yes."
Mr. Gold nodded and opened the door to see Belle sitting on the edge of the tub with a towel around her dainty moist form. He nervously made his way over to the her and helped her out of the tub, she smiled and looked up at him.
"Thank you Mr. Gold."
Mr. Gold said nothing, he just looked down at the closeness of their bodies, he then noticed the only thing she had on was a towel . He then began to think of how easy it would be to rip off that silly towel, then he looked away…he was such a mischievous imp. How dare he think of such vulgar things.
"Mr. Gold?" she repeated for the third time.
"Y-yes dearie?" he managed to whisper his mouth a bit dry.
"Thank you." she smiled.
"Y-your quite welcome…..I have some clothes laid out for you on my bed, then we can have some breakfast if you wish."
"That would be great!" she smiled.
Once she was finished she slowly headed down stairs, once she was down stairs she tucked a strand of brown hair behind her ear and smiled kindly at her host.
"It smells good."
"Why thank you dearie!" he said with a small bow, his old voice slipping in.
He then pulled out a chair for her and she took a seat.
"Thank you so much for your kindness."
"Please don't thank me dearie, I'm just so glad your safe." he smiled as he took a seat across from her, he then notice how lovely she looked in one of his shirts.
After breakfast. Belle went to rest and Mr. Gold decided to go out and by her a dress so she wouldn't have to wear his shirts. As he was walking the streets of Storybrooke he ran into the one person he knew was looking for him, Regina.
"Mr. Gold, I need a word with you!" she snapped.
"I really don't have time dearie." he smirked.
"I know you did it." she hissed blocking his walk way.
"Hm? What exactly did I do?" he asked playing dumb.
"A patient from out mental hospital is gone, Isabelle French….I know you had a hand in this."
"Do you now? Well I suggest you leave her alone dearie." Mr. Gold hissed.
"I'll do what I want, she belongs to me…have you forgotten you turned her away Rumplestiltskin." Regina smirked.
"She belongs to no one…but if you touch her ….I'll make you pay, Madam Mayor."
"That sounds like a threat, Mr. Gold." Regina smirked.
"I intended it to be one, now if you would please excuse me." he smirked as he left Regina there extremely irritated.
After Regina's conversation with Mr. gold she wasn't going to back down that easily. If she herself can't harm Belle, she'll get someone else to do it for her. So she angrily stormed her way over to Moe French's Flower Shop.
"Madam Mayor." he stuttered.
"Hello Mr. French, I have some news concerning your daughter Isabelle."
Moe's eyes light up once he heard his long lost daughters name.
"Is she alright?" he asked.
"I'm afraid not…she was released from the hospital…but I think it was too soon. She is still not stable." Regina sighed.
"W-where is she now?"
"With Mr. Gold." Regina said.
"Gold? She's staying with Gold?" he gasped.
"Yes, I think he is taking advantage of your sick daughter. The poor dear." Regina said with a fake frown. "Look I'm telling you this for her own safety….I care about Isabelle deeply…and I think she needs to be sent back….well that's just my opinion. She's your daughter do what you will." Regina smiled.
"What do I do exactly?" Moe asked.
"Hmm that is entirely up to you Mr. French, well now I best be off." Regina smiled as she exited the shop.
Later that evening Mr. Gold finally returned home to see Belle waiting for hi s return.
"Dearie, I got you this." he smiled as he handed her a blue sun dress.
"How did you know blue was my favorite color?" she gasped.
"Lucky guess." he smiled softly.
"Thank you!" she grinned as she held the dress close.
He smiled and nodded.
"Mr. Gold?"
"Yes dearie?"
"You seem to know everything about me…cant I know anything about you? I mean it seems only fair." she smiled.
"Hmm it dose doesn't it?" he grinned reveling some of his gold teeth.
"Well dearie have a seat." he said as he motioned to the sofa.
Belle smiled and took a seat and he sat next to her.
"Well…once I had a son. His name was Baelfire." he said looking up at her face seeing if that rang any bells.
"Baelfire….what a unusual name, what happened to him?" she asked curiously.
"I….I lost him… along with his mother, they left me." he sighed.
"I'm sorry." Belle frowned. "How do you know so much about me though?"
"Hmm well are you familiar with the story Beauty and the Beast?" he chuckled.
"Of course, but what dose that have to do with anything?" Belle asked.
"All in good time dearie, all in good time!" he smirked as he held up a finger. "You see there once was a beautiful maiden who found it in her heart to love a beast, an imp….his name was Rumplestiltskin." he said.
"Rumplestiltskin?" she asked confused.
Just the way she said his old name caused him to shiver.
"Yes…but he was a fool and sent the maiden away after she show him her love….he was a coward." he explained.
Belle frowned and opened her mouth like she was going to say something but there was a knock at the door. Mr. Gold excused himself and walked toward the door. Once he answered he saw a tall young man with short black hair, and green brown eyes. Mr. Gold recognized him as Belle's fiancée whom he turned into a rose…this must have been Regina's doing.
"May I help you?"
"Um yes, is Isabelle here?" he asked nervously. "Her father wanted me to check on her, I work for him at his shop….my name is Gregory sir."
"Yes, excuse me for a moment." Mr. Gold sighed, what exactly was Regina up to? "Dearie would you come here for a moment, there is someone here to see you."
"To see me?" Belle muttered as she made her way over to the door.
"Isabelle?" Gregory smiled.
"Um…h-hello…" Belle mumbled nervously.
"Do you remember me by any chance?" he asked hopefully.
"N-no…I don't think I do sorry."
"It's alright….we were friends when we were kids. I work for your dad now." he explained.
"O-oh." Belle nodded.
"Um Gregory. My name is Gregory." he smiled.
"Well it's nice to meet you again Gregory." Belle smiled.
"Yes. Um your father wanted me to check on you….are you alright?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine thank you." Belle smiled.
"Great…you look….well…um…you look great!" he smiled nervously.
Belle looked down curiously at her attire which consisted of one of Mr. Gold's shirts and smiled.
"Thank you, so do you."
"W-well uh….I better get back to work…I suppose I'll see you around?" he smiled.
"Sure, I'll see you." Belle nodded as she waved goodbye and shut the door.
Belle smiled and turned toward Mr. Gold. He smiled back at her, hiding the fact he was not pleased by this young man appearing at his door step.
"So Mr. Gold you were saying?" Belle smiled.
"I just remembered dearie….I must go check on my shop…do you care to come with me?" he asked.
"I would love too! Let me got put my dress on and I'll be ready." she smiled as she walked up stairs.
Once she was dressed she came down stairs and Mr. Gold smiled widely.
"Dearie, you look lovely in that dress." he smiled taking her hand.
"Why thank you, you have very good taste." she smiled.
He smiled and let got of her hand and they headed toward his shop. Once they got inside his shop Belle looked around curiously.
"Hmmm I felt like I've seen all theses things before." she muttered as she looked at all the items he had in his store.
"Really now?" Mr. Gold smiled as he walked behind the counter.
"Yes." Belle smiled as she walked over to the counter.
"Hmm I think I may have something that you would remember." Mr. Gold smiled.
"Really?"
Mr. Gold smiled and pulled a beautiful chipped cup from his coat pocket and set it on the table before her.
"Dose it bring back anything?" he asked curiously.
Belle looked at it curiously for a moment then frowned.
"I feel…like I've seen it before…but I can't remember." she whispered as she gently placed her hand on it.
Mr. Gold smiled and placed his hand over hers causing her to look into his eyes.
"You know…it's quite a shame I don't remember you….I feel like we were very close though."
"Oh dearie, we were very close." he smiled looking back into her crystal blue eyes. "But I was an idiot."
"An idiot?" Belle asked still holding his gaze.
"Yes…I wish to make it up to you." he said.
"I suppose….we can think of something…for whatever you did." Belle smiled as she leaned in a bit closer to him.
"I'm not sure if we can dearie, what I did was unforgivable." he whispered leaning in as well, so now that their noses were touching.
"I'm…a….very forgiving person." she muttered as she felt his breath on her lips.
Just then the sound of the bell from the shop door caused them to pull away. Mr. Gold looked over Belle's shoulder and saw Regina smiled at the both of them.
