A/N I'm posting this a day early because there's no way in hell I'll be able to do it tomorrow, I don't even think I'll have time to eat tomorrow. Anyway...here is Zelena and her mentalness for your pleasure.
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It was late in the evening and Belle French had finally left the hospital, no Doctor Whale, no Belle French, no brute bodyguard and certainly no ex-wife. Perfect, thought Nurse Zelena Green. The ward was quiet and so Zelena saw her moment to spend some time with her favourite monster, she slipped past Francine Potts at the reception desk and quickly made her way up the corridor and into Mister Gold's room shutting the door behind her without a sound. The room was dark and so the red-haired nurse flicked on the bedside lamp, the book Belle had been reading to him lay beside the lamp and Zelena snarled, Belle French didn't deserve Gold, she did.
"Evening, darling." She greeted slipping onto the bed with her back to the door so she could cuddle up to Nathan.
Zelena had first seen Mister Gold when she was a young girl and had instantly seen his power and wealth. Power and wealth that she wanted that she deserved. Her own mother and father had given her up, just left her, eventually she had been adopted but she knew that she deserved more. That had started her, for lack of a better term, obsession with Nathan Gold. Zelena had grown up throwing him big smiles and treating him to her low-cut tops as she passed him in the street but Nathan had never looked at her twice, of course in Zelena's head that just meant that she needed to be more bold.
"How are you tonight? Better now that little tramp has gone, I bet. I really don't see why you saved her, she's nothing compared to me. I'm the one you want, the one you had, you'll want me again, I promise and I won't let you go again. Do you remember our first time?"
If Nathan had been awake her would had have choked the life out of her for calling his sweet Belle a tramp, but alas the coma still had control. Nathan did remember their first time and he made sure it was also the last, he didn't want Zelena, never had. What Zelena didn't know was Nathan loved Belle, had done for three years, before that he was to much of a coward to call it love and so insisted it was just lust for a pretty and intelligent young woman.
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Belle had just left Storybrooke, off to get her masters in Library Science and Nathan felt broken. He had seen Belle around the small town for years and always felt 'something' towards the young girl, she was beautiful with her bold blue eyes and loose auburn curls but as she grew from a young girl of twelve to a teenager of seventeen Nathan realised what that 'something' was; lust. He wanted her and he wanted her badly. Every time he saw her he longed to pull her to his chest and kiss the life out of her. He couldn't though, she was seventeen and didn't deserve a crippled monster like him to destroy her life. Belle French had always been polite and kind to him and it only added to the sorrow he felt when he found out she had left the town but he couldn't help thinking that it was better for her to be away from him. She was light while he was the dark.
It was that sorrow that led him to The Rabbit Hole on that too hot summer night, he found himself a corner by the bar and the wall where no one would really notice him, he couldn't cope with people talking to, or indeed at, him that night. Soon his bad left felt almost pain free and the other was almost numb thanks to the amount of Scotch he had drunk. He hadn't drunk so much since he lost Bae. It was silly, to get depressed and angry over Belle leaving; a girl who was just polite, she didn't like him, no one did. Even if she didn't hate him there was no way on earth that she would look at him twice, he was so much older and so beneath her. She was an angelic being of light and goodness, beautiful on both the inside and outside, sweet and intelligent, while he was just...evil.
Nathan looked down to his empty glass of Scotch and ordered another, then he noticed his tie and silently cursed himself. The silk fabric was the exact color of her eyes, he had bought it for that reason but now it just hurt. Like being ripped apart by a seriously pissed off pack of wolves. He took a deep breath and knocked back the new glass of Scotch in one go. 'I have to stop lusting after this girl. Belle's just a...a...crush?' He asked himself in confusion. 'Great now I'm acting like a horny teenager. Wonderful.'
"Another."
"Mister Gold, don't you think you've had enough?"
"Not to be stereotypical, but I'm Scottish. I can handle my drink. Now unless you want to find the rent has sky rocketed I suggest you continue to refill that glass."
With the fear of God firmly set into Mister Nottingham he refilled the glass and wandered off to talk to a reasonably attractive blonde woman. Nathan drank long into the night until he decided that he had better make his way to the cot bed in his shop before his legs failed him completely, the few people who had seen the back of his shop always wondered why he had that bed; well, him getting drunk was his reason. His cane tap, tap, tapped against the sidewalk as he made his way down Main Street towards his shop, the air was cold, caressed his face and helped to sober him up a little. Dark clouds rolled through the skies and Nathan knew rain wasn't far away, then again he didn't mind he loved the rain. It uncomforted him, he had no idea why, it just the hot weather though, the town would become humid and that he couldn't stand.
"Hi."
Nathan stopped dead, he knew that voice. He turned and looked into the ally where the voice had come from with a sigh.
"Hello Miss Green."
Nathan wasn't stupid, he knew she wanted him, wanted his money. She moved further into the light and leaned against the dark red brick of the ally walls. Her long red hair hung around her face like a cloak and she wore that hideous green necklace that he had never seen her without, it truly was horrible, nothing like the simple chains Belle wore. 'Stop thinking about her!' he screamed internally at himself. 'You're not fourteen, get over her.' No matter how much his mind yelled at him, Nathan knew it was pointless.
"Oh you don't have to use such formality. Its Zelena."
Gold was far too drunk to bother being a monster, he just wanted Belle.
"Well then..." He planted his cane and rested his left hand over his right. "...hello Zelena."
"Hello yourself. You look a little tipsy maybe I could..." She giggled a little and moved to grip the lapels of his suit jacket. "...help keep you up, love."
"Oh." He smiled. Gold knew he had to forget about Belle and Zelena Green was the best he was going to get. "And how would you go about doing that?" He asked in a teasing tone.
"Well, why don't I show you..."
With that Zelena slammed him against the ally wall.
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Nathan didn't remember much after that, mainly due to the level of Scotch in his blood, what he did remember he had quickly tuned out and locked away behind a wall of oh never again in a million years. All that night had done was make him want Belle more, desperately, and of course taught him to avoid Zelena Green for the rest of his life like the plague. Zelena knew he didn't want her but that would not stop the red-head from going after what she wanted...and that was him.
"It was wonderful wasn't it, darling." Zelena sighed and moved closer to the comatose man. "But you couldn't see how good I am. Now she is throwing herself at you but I won't let her have you. I have a plan for that little whore. And when you wake up, I'll be the first person you see. And I'll show you just how much I missed you."
Suddenly Zelena stood and pressed a kiss to Nathan's forehead running her fingers through his freshly combed hair, Belle did enjoy doing that for him.
"I'll see you soon, lover boy."
Without another word Nurse Green brushed out the non-existent creases in her pink uniform and left Gold's room as quietly as she had entered. As she shut the door behind her, Zelena failed to notice Doctor Whale walking up the hall, he was on his rounds and Gold was next on his list. Strange he thought to himself Nurse Green shouldn't be tending to Gold, she shouldn't even be on this ward. Victor wasn't naïve he knew Zelena carried a torch for Nathan Gold, most people were on some level aware of that; even Gold who everyone knew avoided her at every turn. However, Victor also knew they were understaffed, sometimes he felt like he was the only doctor in all of Storybrooke. Victor pushed aside his thoughts and entered Gold's room.
"Evening Mister Gold." He said picking up the Scotsman's chart and looking it over. "You know I think I'll be sad when you wake up, Belle brought muffins today from Granny's and if you're not here the I won't get treated nearly as much. Then again maybe that's a good thing, don't want to get fat and have Ruby making jokes now do I?"
Victor had always found it important to talk to coma patient, he felt like he was being rude if he didn't. Victor finished up with Gold's chart and slipped it back into the holder on the end of his bed, Zelena had left the side lamp on and so Victor went to flick it off but before he could he noticed a kiss mark in bold red lipstick on his forehead.
"Well, that's not from Belle is it, Mister Gold? She would never ware a color like that, now Ruby..." He cut himself off remembering Zelena leaving the room. "I think I need to have a little word with Nurse Green about disturbing you, don't I Mister Gold?" Victor wiped the lipstick from Nathan's forehead, flicked off the lamp and slipped out of the room.
