Hey guys, I've had such a positive response right off that bat, so I've decided to add the next chapter early! hope you are enjoying! also sorry for the bad formatting, i'm still getting used to this.

The next few days had passed with little consequence, Belle had met Emma, Ruby and Mary-Margaret for their weekly girl's night, Ruby and Dr. Whale had worked things out, and Belle had sorted away a new shipment of books at the library. Everything was running as normal except for one Monday when the mayor had stopped by the library to deliver an envelope containing paperwork about the Storybrook annual Miners Day Festival. Belle had just moved in during the last miner's day festival so she hadn't been expected to throw anything together. This year however, she had a lot riding on her. Traditionally the town librarian organized a dinner party/ auction that took place during the evening on miner's day and benefited the local hospital.

Belle had assured the Mayor that she had it under control, but in truth she had no idea how to begin. The location was the easy part, the was a lovely grassy area just behind granny's that would be perfect for a few tables and a stage for the auction, the food was also easy Granny would probably be more than happy to cater and Belle could solicit her friends to help set up and serve drinks. The main problem was going to be what to auction off.

Bell consulted Mary-Margaret, who was normally wonderful and coming up with creative ideas.

"I have absolutely no idea" Mary-Margaret stated when Belle had stopped by her home to ask for ideas.

"But you're my ideas man!" retorted Belle

"yeah, but trying to come up with things that people will buy, and not just little things but things that people will drop a lot of money on is a whole other story"

Belle sighed in frustration "What if we did a win-a-date type thing?"

"Yeah, but you and Emma are the only single girls in town"

"Well, two items down, god knows how many to go"

"And that's only if Emma agrees" Mary-Margaret wasn't making things any easier. Out of nowhere an idea struck Belle.

"Mary-Margaret, for an auction we need lots of valuable things that people will pay for"

"Yes" said Mary-Margaret hesitantly

"Who in town has rooms full of lots of valuable junk?"

"You can't be serious" said Mary-Margaret, her eyes widening

"Gold" said Belle

Much to Mary-Margaret's protesting Belle thought her idea was genius. He had an entire shop and backroom filled with lovely antiques, surly he could donate a few to such a worthy cause. The day after talking to her friend Belle mustered the courage to go to Gold's shop to ask for donations. She was unexpectedly nervous; as she walked to the door to the pawn shop she smoothed her skirt with sweaty palms and wondered if it would be better to turn around.

Boldly opening the door she set off the little bell attached to it. The shop was void of human presence, and as she walked around the dimly lit room she wondered if gold had left and forgot to lock up. Just then the man himself appeared from behind a curtain leading to a back room. He leaned heavily on his cane and asked what he could help her with.

"Well" Belle said, her voice sounding weak "as you may know I'm in charge of arranging the Miners day auction."

Belle looked at Gold; he starred at her blankly, revealing nothing. "Go on"

"And well, I was informed that you may be willing to donate some items for said auction" Not sure what prompted her to lie, she look at some old watches in a case, trying to avoid eye contact.

"And who, pray tell, told you that"

"The mayor" she lied again

"Well you can tell the mayor that I have no interest in your little auction" he stated with cool venom

Her heart broke a little "why" she said feeling like a child.

"Because, dearie, there is nothing in It for me"

Belle thought quickly for a clever response, anger growing in her stomach all the while "What if there was something in it for you?"

He narrowed his eyes at her "Nothing you have is of any interest to me"

"Fine" she said sadly, she had to get out of there quickly. For no good reason his coldness had impacted her on a personal level. She turned around quickly and began towards the door when from behind her she heard a small "wait"