A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! I hope you guys enjoy this next part! Oh, and also I gave the hook hand thug and big nose thug names because I didn't want to keep referring to them as just thugs. :)

DC: I do not own Tangled, Disney does.

His Greatest Treasure

Miserably Happy

Flynn didn't really know where he was going that night, nor did he care, he just followed his feet. The sound of gold coins jingled and jangled with every step he took as he held onto the bag of gold and it was really starting to get on his last nerve.

He gasped, his eyes widening at the thought. Him? Annoyed with the sound of money? He reached up with his free hand to clutch his forehead. Maybe he was coming down with something, or maybe he had taken too many hits to the head. He pulled back his hand to return it to his side but stopped to stare at the smooth, unscarred surface on his palm—the palm she had healed. He let out a sigh feeling conned, because at that moment he didn't feel like she had healed it, but simply had relocated the wound, where it now resided on his heart.

Flynn shook his head, trying to free his mind of these ridiculous, whimsical, and sappy thoughts. He was Flynn Rider, he didn't pine after a girl—girls pined after him. He was just having an off day, yes that was it, a very off day. These things he was feeling were just an infatuation, a passing fancy. Flynn Rider didn't need anyone, he had been doing quite fine by himself for years. But as he tried to convince himself of this, he couldn't quite brush aside the frightening feeling that while Flynn Rider didn't pine after a girl, didn't need anyone, maybe, just maybe, Eugene Fitzherbert did.

Being so lost in his thoughts, he almost didn't notice the sign post in the ground, until he nearly walked into it. He stumbled back in his footing, staring at the sign like a wild beast that had just jumped out in front of him. His eyes roamed over the sign then widened in horror and utter disbelief.

Of all the places he could have ended up at, it had to be here.

Leaning to the side, he looked down the path to see, the Snuggly Duckling in all its crammed glory. He glared down at his feet—the traitors, just standing there in the dirt looking all innocent, as if they hadn't known where they were leading him. They just had to lead him here, to one of the places he was most reminded of her. He glanced back over his shoulder and then back to the Snuggly Duckling. He let out a sigh, exhaling through his nostrils and shrugged his shoulders. Why not? He needed a stiff one.

Opening the door to the Snuggly Duckling with much less robust than last time, he strolled into the bar to be greeted with the sound of a lazy little tune being played on the piano. The Snuggly Duckling was scarce of occupants with only a couple of thugs playing poker at a table, one thug sitting at the bar with a goiter protruding from his neck and one thug with a hook for a hand fiddling with the piano keys.

The hook handed pianist looked up from his ivory beauties, noticing the newcomer to the Snuggly Duckling, his mouth curved into a smirk. "Well, if it isn't the man with the lousy dream," he mocked.

Flynn turned his head lazily towards the one hook handed thug, raising his eyebrows, giving off an unamused expression. "Ha, ha, ha," he said dryly. "Did you think that up on the spot, hookie? I think you're missing your true calling, comedy." He raised his hand to stroke his chin, giving off the appearance that he was taking it under deep consideration. "Yes, I think you would make a very fine jester."

"The name's Humphrey, Rider," said the one hook handed thug.

Flynn just stared at him and then without warning busted out laughing. "Your…your name is…is…Humphrey!" he gasped out between laughs. He held onto his sides, bent over in laugher, tears spilling from his eyes.

"Something funny about my name, Rider?" said Humphrey raising his hook up.

"Yes!" Flynn exclaimed, his voice high pitch from his laugher. "In fact there are so many things funny about that name!"

Humphrey just sneered at him, lowering his hook to start playing at the piano again. "Where's Rapunzel?" Flynn instantly turned somber, flinching at the sound of her name. "Shouldn't you two be lying low from the guards?"

"Well, I doubt her own guards would be after her," Flynn said, taking a seat at the bar. He raised his hand at the barkeep. "Give me the strongest thing you have," he plopped his bag of gold onto the counter making the coins jingle heavy," and keep them coming."

"What do you mean her own guards?" asked Humphrey, momentary stopping in his playing.

"Where did you get all the gold, Flynn?" said a voice to his right.

Flynn turned his head slightly to see the hopeless romantic thug cursed with a big nose, sitting next to him at the bar. "Why it looks like enough to buy an island…maybe two!" exclaimed the big nosed thug. "Oh, by the way, my name is William," he said holding out his hand.

Flynn glanced down at his hand to see overgrown, yellow, crusty nails, warts, and hairy knuckles. He looked back up with an insolent smile. "Charmed."

Taking a hold of the drink the barkeep had just slid down at him, Flynn took a swing of it, the strong alcohol burning down his throat. He coughed slightly taken aback by the overwhelming sensation for a minute then cleared his throat. "Long story short, Rapunzel is the lost princess, she's back at the castle with her parents the King and Queen, they gave me this gold as a reward, the end."

Flynn vaguely took notice to Humphrey and William's exclamations of surprise and joy at Rapunzel's great fortune. He didn't really care to take part in their merriment as he took another swing of his drink. But then suddenly he felt someone drape their arm across his shoulder. He glanced at his shoulder to see the hand with overgrown, yellow, and crusty nails dangling from his shoulder. His face twisted in disgust as he turned towards the thug named William.

"Aren't you happy Flynn?" asked William. "You got your dream."

"He got his dream…," someone suddenly started singing. "He got his dream, he got his dream…"

Flynn closed his eyes tightly. "Please, don't break out into song," he said through clenched teeth.

The singing suddenly stopped and Flynn let out a sigh of relief. "Well, aren't you happy Flynn?" William asked repeating his question.

"I'm happy," Flynn exclaimed through his clenched teeth," don't I look happy?" a tense, forced smile formed on his face." I am so happy, that I can barely contain it...I'm…," his bottom lip started to quiver,"...I'm..," his lips formed into a pout and then he lost it,"….No!" he wept, burying his face into his hands as he turned into a blubbering mess. "I'm miserable!" his shoulders shook as he sobbed. "What's wrong with me?"

William removed his arm from Flynn's shoulder, and then smiled with a crooked knowing smile. "Me thinks he's in love," he exclaimed.

Flynn's head instantly snapped up, his eyes wide. Him? In…in love? He barely knew the meaning of the word, much less what it actually felt like. He didn't have many experiences to draw wisdom from in the matter. Is this why his heart felt so heavy and yet so empty at the same time? Was this how it felt to be in love? As much as he tried to deny, he couldn't, because he knew it to be the truth, somehow, someway, he just knew, now that his eyes were open to it—he saw the light.

When had this happened? How did it happen? One moment he had been dreaming about bathing in the sun on his own private island surrounded by piles of money and the next thing he knew all his dreams and thoughts had suddenly morphed into green eyes, those beautiful green eyes of hers. Suddenly emeralds seemed dim when compared to the gleam of her eyes. That shimmer of life, determination, innocence, and trust that was rarer than any royal crown. What he wouldn't give to be the man in sole possession of that treasure. Flynn let out a groan in his misery. His dream had suddenly become very touchy-feely.

"I'm in love," Flynn voiced aloud in disbelief,"…I'm in love." He ran his hand roughly through his hair; it bounced back neatly in place as his eyes grew wider. "This is terrible!" he exclaimed. "Why would she ever have me, when she could have a prince? A knight? A baron? The freaking baker! Anyone but me! I'm her kingdom's most wanted outlaw!"

Was, he reminded himself, they had pardoned him of all his past crimes. Flynn rolled his eyes. Oh, like that made a whole lot of difference!

Humphrey scoffed at him. "Are you a thief or a…," he trailed off as he watched a rat scurry across the piano, leaning forward he picked up the rat by its tail,"….rat?"

"That's the whole point man!" Flynn exclaimed, throwing up his arms. "I'm a thief and she's a princess! Have you not been listening to what I've been harping about for the past five minutes?"

You are a thief," said William. "So make your biggest theft, your last run, and take possession of the greatest treasure you will ever know."

Flynn turned to William with a look that said you've-got-to-be-kidding-me. "How could stealing anything possibly make me look better in her eyes?"

William placed his hands over his heart. "Steal her heart, keep it, don't ever break it, and treasure it always."

I don't know if I can," Flynn said, his shoulders slumping forward, his voice lacking his usual cocky, over-arrogant and yet charming confidence.

"Aren't you Flynn Rider the greatest thief of Corona Kingdom or what?" remarked Humphrey.

Flynn's shoulders straightened as his confidence started to build up again. "Yes…errr…," he uttered faltering in his confidence,"….actually….I'm not."

"What?" exclaimed Humphrey and William in unison.

"Flynn Rider isn't actually my name."

"Really?" said William curiously. "What is it?"

Flynn scoffed, looking clearing amused with the idea, he smirked. "Like I'm going to tell you."

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