A/N: After some consideration and some reviews I have changed my rating to T... just to be safe. I have enjoyed your reviews and am excited to continue. Yeah, I'm not good at oneshots, so here's the second chapter.

Chapter 2

He was unaware how long he had been there in his office. Gold just sat until he heard the familiar tinkle of the pawn shop's bell.

Did I forget to lock it? Gold thought to himself, apparently he had because he heard someone moving around in the other room. Composing himself the best he could, Gold walked out into the shop, seeing the blonde sheriff, obviously looking for him.

Noticing his presence, she stood slightly taller, "There you are."

Leaning on his cane he gave Emma a glance over. Her evening must not have been pleasant either, for her eyes were red and puffy.

Emma gasped, having seen him full now. "Gold are you-"

"I'm fine sheriff." Gold held up his hand. Limping over behind the counter he began busying himself with polishing his various trinkets. "What can I do for you?"

Emma stood there shocked, taking in his beaten face. "What happened, did French get even or something?" She asked with the hint of amusement.

Gold gave a wry laugh. If only it were that simple. "Sheriff I assure you I'm fine, but I'm touched by your concern." He gave her a small smirk.

Emma rolled her eyes, amusement gone. "Well if French did this much damage to you I'd be worried of what's left of him. Anyway, I came by to return this," she held up a small brown sphere, the ball Gold had thrown through the window the night before.

Looking at the broken window Emma added. "Then again, maybe you were trying to get rid of it?" Turning her head to look at Gold her expression became very confused. "What the hell happened here last night?"

Gold limped around the counter, grabbing the knife while Emma's view was toward the window. Cleverly placing it into his sleeve he just gave a curt nod. "Nothing that wasn't handled," seeing her doubtful expression he added. "Legally. Just a disagreement with...it's been handled."

"I'll say," Emma said. "You looked like Ashley beat you over with a hundred bricks." Emma held out the ball to Gold.

Taking the ball from Miss Swan, Gold returned it to the shelf he had placed it on a day before. "Thank you Miss Swan."

"You can thank me by going to a hospital and getting those cuts checked out." Emma said as she headed for the door.

As soon as she left Gold crumpled again, not from grieve, but from pain. The knife fell out of its hiding spot and clattered to the floor.

Gold gathered his bearings of the night before, talking to the cricket, talking to Booth, almost killing Booth, returning to his shop, and. . . and. . . Exactly what had happened? Had he just tried to kill himself? As two different people? Gold's mind was becoming as sore as the rest of him, maybe going to the hospital wasn't such a bad idea.

But Gold knew it wasn't just that. Something had happened to him after his little 'reunion' with the new resident of Storybrooke. Going to the hospital was only the beginning, he knew what he would have to do after that, and he wasn't looking forward to it. He could hardly speak to Hopper the first time, how was he going to do it again? Especially under these circumstances?

Standing back up he went over to a phone attached to the wall. First he called the dwarf of heart break and drunkenness aka, the best handyman in Storybrooke.

"Yes Leroy, I have a proposition, or job for you." He waited as Leroy on the other line. "No it's not a body dump, and no I don't need you as muscle to gather some collateral for me... Listen, listen. Leroy!... There, I seem to be having a problem with my shop, a broken window... Yes, can you do it?... Well let's just say the nun's will be here for just awhile longer... That's what I thought."

Hanging up Gold made his way to the hospital, the knife left glinting on the floor.

A/N: How was it? I wasn't exactly sure where to go with this so I attempted to be nonchalant, dunno if it was good or not. Already ready for the third one, but you're gonna have to wait (*evil laughter*). Wait till you see where Gold ends up in the next chapter.