The Lobotomy

Written by: Adventure-Seeking-Juliet

When: While dying from over-obsessiveness of Rumbelle.

Disclaimer: The wonderful world I am delving in belongs to ABC.

A/N I would like to thank all of my wonderful reviewers from the deepest crevice of my heart. You guys honestly make my days so much better! I just hope that I (and my writing) can live up to your expectations! I don't want to let you all down. Here is Chapter Four, and I will admit...I have no idea where it's going. None at all. (I haven't even written it yet, I am writing this author's note before hand.) I just hope you guys still enjoy it~

Mr. Gold was pacing, his hands balled into tight fists at his sides. He had never felt so completely powerless.

He had found her. He had found Belle...his beautiful Belle, who was now lying on his own bed, pale and unconscious.

And he could do nothing. Nothing, but stand vigil at her bedside and wait.

The waiting was the agonizing part. Before leaving the hospital, he had forced Dr. Whale to check her vitals. There was no way he was going to let her die from an overdose on sedatives.

Whale had informed him that she seemed to be fine. He would just have to wait for her to awaken.

Gold had considered beating the man over the head with his cane, but the need to see Belle safely settled in his home overcame his rage.

That had been hours ago now. Gold had never gone into work. And he was ignoring the insistent ringing of his phone.

Gold's thoughts were a jumbled mess inside his head. His worry for Belle's safety and health was, of course, first and foremost in his mind.

But besides that, he was terrified.

What if Belle didn't remember anything? Or worse, what if she did remember everything?

Ant then there was Regina to contend with. Gold was worried he hadn't done enough to keep Belle safe.

He wished he'd just gone ahead and asked Regina to please jump in front of a bus.

But he knew it would be pointless to try to kill Regina himself. As long as his curse held, Regina could not be killed, she could not truly be defeated by anyone, excepting Emma Swan.

That's when the idea had formed in his mind. It was a long shot, at best. Sheriff Swan would never agree to what he was proposing...unless he had a certain amount of leverage.

However, before he did anything drastic, he decided to give her a chance. Perhaps, Emma would do what he asked without the necessary leverage.

As he dialed her number, he found himself once again loathing the limitations of being a powerless human.

Were he still in a land of magic, he wouldn't need leverage to make the Sheriff uphold her end of the deal, but as it was, the deal meant little to nothing in this magicless world.

Gold felt a familiar impish grin spread across his face. Soon, that would all change, one way or another.

I was lost.

I wasn't sure quite what was happening to me. One minute, I was fending off the Queen and her legion of evil doctors, and the next I was back at home with my father.

Home. It seemed like such an abstract concept to me now. I wasn't sure what I considered home- surely not my father's castle. I had grown up there, that was for certain, but the Belle who had lived there was nothing more than a stubborn young woman who had planned wars with her father and read old books filled with adventure and romance.

I had yearned for adventure when I lived there. I was scolded by my father on more than one occasion for 'borrowing' his sword to play pirate with the maids.

That place was not my home.

The Queen's torture chambers in her old palace were not home, either. I remembered very little from that time.

She had enjoyed conjuring images that weren't really there, just to confuse me. Just to make me hurt that much more. The Belle from that place was a broken woman. She was confused and hurt.

And the terrible gray cell I had spent the last twenty-eight years trapped in couldn't even be called a room. It was not my home, and for that, I was glad.

The home I found myself in when I opened my eyes was the Dark Castle. But it was different than I had remembered it.

Not only was Rumpelstiltskin there, but my father was too.

They sat at opposite ends of a long table. Rumpelstiltskin was seated at the head, sipping tea from a chipped cup, and my father was admiring the many treasures in the room around him.

When they saw me, they both turned in surprise.

"Belle, dear," my father greeted me," You're early for our little meeting!"

I glanced at Rumpelstiltskin anxiously, but he merely grinned back at me.

"What meeting?" I asked, confused.

"Well," my father explained," It's not really a meeting. It's more of a war council- "

"A war council?" I repeated," What war are you two planning on starting?"

Alarm was racing through my veins. What was going on?

"A war meant to kill the queen, dearie!" Rumpelstiltskin supplied, giggling madly.

"You're going to kill the Queen?" I asked, despite my confusion, I couldn't help but feel slightly pleased at the idea.

"Oh no, dearie, we're going to kill the Queen."

My shock caused the light in the room to shift, until I was no longer at the Dark Castle...

My vision blurred, and my shock turned into fear. Nothing felt familiar. Everything felt wrong.

I was awake.

A/N No, most definitively not the best chapter ever...I hope I didn't confuse you too badly with Belle's dreaming.

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