Hey, I think this is the longest chapter that I have written, so I am pretty happy with myself. So, I plan to have a few more chapters out before Christmas, but I don't really know how that is going to go because I get sidetracked a lot.

Anyways, holy cow! Thanks for the over 100 reviews! That is crazy! Thanks so much for that!

I have recently, as in yesterday, sent a letter (along with a bracelet and a picture for her to sign) to Lana Parrilla, who is my role model, so I will see what will happen with that. I am super excited to see if she answers it or signs the picture.

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Disclaimer: I don't, under any circumstances, own Once Upon A Time!

Chapter 8

Regina walked regally through the hospital, looking around at the patients to make sure that they paid no attention to her at all. She failed to notice the man following behind her, stepping behind large objects when she turned to look behind her.

She turned and looked over her shoulder as he ducked behind a post. When she was satisfied with what she saw, Regina turned around and typed in a passcode into the keypad on the wall beside the door.

The man ran towards the door, making sure that he was going to get into the basement. Jefferson was the man's name, and he had no idea what was down in the basement of the hospital, but he knew that if the mayor of this town was involved, it's not a good thing. He knew this because he remembered. He remembered everything.

"What are you hiding Madame Mayor?" Jefferson asked himself.

He pushed through the door, following behind Regina as she walked up to an unmarked door, flipping up a little door at the top of the door and looking in with the evil smirk that the mayor was known for. Jefferson looked on at the scene, wondering what was on the other side of the door.

When Regina turned to leave, satisfied that the nameless girl behind the door was still miserable and terrified, curled into a ball in the far corner, knowing that once a day the cold, dark eyes would look through the little door with the only emotion that she could see being irritation.

Jefferson ducked behind the post as Regina walked back up the stairs and out the door. When he heard the door shut, he ran over to the empty desk, grabbed the keys and then rushed over to the door that Regina had just been standing at.

He had to jam a few different keys into the lock to find the right one, but when he did he threw the door open, effectively scarring the nameless girl into falling off the padded bench.

She stared at him, fear and terror prominent in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Don't be scared, I am here to get you out. Listen your name is Belle French and you need to go find a man named Mr. Gold. This is very important, you need to find the man named Mr. Gold and you need to tell him that Regina locked you up. Now, what do you have to do?" Jefferson informed the girl.

"I need to find Mr. Gold," she answered timidly.

"And what do you need to tell him?"

"I need to tell him that Regina… locked me up?" Belle answered.

"And what is your name?" This was important.

"Belle French?" she answered, but it sounded more like a question.

"Yes, now come on, we need to go," Jefferson said, grabbing a jacket and throwing it over her slightly shoulders.

Jefferson rushed her out of the hospital, making sure that nobody had seen him basically stealing a 'mental patient'.

Three days later, Mary Margaret walked past the library and noticed that the boards on the windows and the newspapers were gone and there was someone in the library.

"Look at that Emma, the library is opened!" Mary Margaret said, pointing at the door with her free hand.

"We go?" Emma asked, pointing over at the window.

"Maybe later sweet cheeks, but for now I have to go to work and you get to go hang out with Granny and Ruby and Lady," Mary Margaret said, pulling Lady slightly as the puppy stopped to sniff at the garbage can on the curb.

Emma huffed but didn't beg to go into the library.

When the group got into the diner, Mary Margaret wandered over to the counter. Lady yipped and headed out into the kitchen, knowing that Granny was going to give her a treat.

"So, Ruby, I need a babysitter for tonight, can you babysit for me?"

"So, do you have a hot date?" Ruby teased her.

"No! I have a teacher thing that I have to attend and it is supposed to go until late," Mary Margaret said, putting Emma down on one of the bar stools. Putting Emma's blanket around her shoulders, Emma put her head on the counter, almost asleep.

"Well," Ruby wondered.

Just as she began her sentence, the bell on the door rang and they turned to look at who came it.

She was small, brunette and she looked amazed at everything around her. Her hair was curled and her big blue eyes were wide with excitement. She was wearing heels, but she seemed to be able to walk in them.

"Ask Belle!" Ruby cried, running over to the brunette by the door.

"What?"

The girl became really confused, looking around as Ruby put her arm around her shoulder and steered her over to Mary Margaret.

"Hello," the girl smiled at Mary Margaret.

"Hi?"

"Belle, this is Mary Margaret and she said that she needs a babysitter for tonight," Ruby informed the confused brunette.

"What's that?" Belle asked.

"You would come over to Mary Margaret's, and watch this little munchkin right here," Ruby pointed at Emma. "And their little dog Lady who is a total sweetheart."

"Ruby I don't know about this," Mary Margaret answered, looking over Belle.

"She is perfectly fine I promise, she is new but she is very nice, aren't you Belle?" Ruby said, trying to sell the idea to Mary Margaret.

"Well, I only really know Ruby, and Granny and Mr. Gold, but they seem to like my company," the girl answered.

"Where did you come from Belle?" Mary Margaret asked.

"If we are being completely honest, someone let her out of the mental ward in the basement of the hospital, never knew that was there but whatever. Mr. Gold got her looked over by Archie and she seems perfectly normal, a little mal nourished but other than that, completely normal," Granny answered for her, coming out of the kitchen with Lady on her heels.

"Just one more thing," Mary Margaret said.

She picked the almost asleep Emma up and tickled the little girl to get her to wake up.

"Emma, this is Belle, and I want to know what you would think of letting her come babysit you tonight while I go out," Mary Margaret asked the toddler.

Emma watched Belle for a moment, looking her over.

"Do you like books Emma?" Belle asked.

Emma's eyes grew happy, smiling at the mere mention of books.

"I could bring you a few books from the library if you would like," Belle suggested, unknowingly winning over the little blonde.

Emma nodded happily, a big smile on her face.

"Well, I will see you at 6."

Belle arrived at exactly 6 o'clock, being dropped off by Mr. Gold with a bag with one very special book. Jefferson had given it to Belle at the library that day, explaining that she would have to give it to Emma.

He never told her what was in it, but when Belle got a break at the library, she flipped through the stories in the book at realised that it was a book filled with everyone's stories. From Jiminy Cricket to even her own story with Rumple. She smiled and thought of what Emma was going to do when she gave the toddler the huge, leather bound book.

Knocking on the door of the loft, Mary Margaret answered, dressed in a nice white dress with a pink cardigan and shiny silver flats.

"Emma and Lady are just inside. They have both eaten and Emma can go to bed whenever she gets tired. If she doesn't want to go to bed, that doesn't matter, she might not want to go to sleep until I get home," Mary Margaret answered.

Belle nodded, following Mary Margaret into the living room and finding Emma and Lady watching a movie on the television.

Mary Margaret headed out the door with minimal tears from Emma and Belle sat down with Emma and Lady, pulling out the big leather bound book from her bag.

"I brought you a book Emma, and you get to keep it. It's called 'Once Upon A Time' and it is filled with stories that I think you will love," Belle answered, placing the big book and Emma's little blanket covered lap.

"For me?"

"Just for you," Belle smiled at the little girl.

When Mary Margaret walked through the door at 10:30, she found Belle on the couch with a huge book in her lap and Emma asleep against her. Lady was curled up at Belle's feet.

"Was she okay for you?"

"She was a perfect angel," Belle smiled, shifting the little girl off of her lap, placing the book beside her on the couch and walking over to Mary Margaret.

"Oh, don't forget your book," Mary Margaret said.

"Oh, no, you keep it. It's for Emma," Belle answered, sliding on her shoes and slipping out the door, leaving Mary Margaret wondering exactly what the girl meant by the wispy tone of her voice.

Ignoring it, she walked over to the couch, lifted Emma carefully along with the book, she headed up the steps to Emma's room.

Tucking the little girl into her bed, Mary Margaret kissed her forehead and set the book on the bedside table.

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