A/N: So I bet you're all wondering what the deal with the end of Chapter 11 was. And to ease the mind—YES, she was knocked out by chloroform. You should know what that is, but if you don't—It's a sickly sweet substance, used as an early form of anesthetic. They don't use it anymore, but if you want to knock someone out—that's the way to do it. You'll find out this chapter what is going on.

If I could meet Robert Carlyle my life would be complete. However—I do not own OUAT, or any of the characters. *Grabs chloroform* wish me luck… Just kidding. So excited for tomorrow night!

The Impossible Truth

Chapter 12

There wasn't much the Belle could register after breathing in the chloroform. She felt like she was dreaming, her muscles completely limp and unusable. The first thing she registered when she started to come to was that she was moving. It was a smooth movement, so she could only assume that she was in a vehicle of some sort. The next thing her body registered was that something was covering her head, because she couldn't see anything. Before she could figure out anything else, the thing covering her head was lifted, and the cloth from before was slapped over her mouth. More chloroform. Before she passed out again, a deep voice said.

"I told you that you should have used more in the first place!" she passed out again before the person covering her mouth could answer.


The next time Belle awoke, she was no longer in a vehicle of any kind. She could feel restraints on her wrists and around her waist, and one more set around her ankles. She moved her fingers and felt the material the restraints were made from. Zip ties, she thought to herself. It's not going to be easy to get out of these. She opened her eyes and let the surroundings fill her mind. It was a dark room, but she could easily see that the walls were made of large concrete bricks. Her kidnapper or kidnappers were nowhere to be seen. She reached her left hand so that she could feel her right hand. She felt the middle finger and realized that her ring was still there. So they didn't rob her… she turned her head and a wave of pain rushed over her, she had pulled a muscle in her neck, or the position she had been in while still in transit caused it. She turned her head back slowly, looking around the room for some sort of exit. She noticed a narrow hallway to her right, but it looked as if it dead ended, she could see a pipe leading straight up. She realized that her eyes were adjusting to the darkness. She clenched her teeth and went to call out, but that's when she realized her mouth was covered by a cloth. A clean one, thank goodness. She gently shook her head, trying to get the cloth to move, while also not trying to irritate her aching neck.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you girl," a deep intimidating voice came from behind her. She gasped from under the cloth. She didn't recognize the voice. When had he entered? From where had he entered? She let all the questions flood her mind as the man showed up in front of her. He wore a full ski mask to hide his identity. Smart idea… Belle thought to herself. The man reached out and pulled the cloth tied around her mouth down so that she could speak.

"What the hell am I doing here?" was the first thing out of her mouth. The man gave a low chuckle.

"It's real simple, my partner and I kidnapped you," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up under his ski mask. Belle swallowed the lump in her throat. "We know that you are Mr. Gold's girl…we've been keeping an eye on you…"

"I don't know what you're talking about!" Belle lied. The man sighed and reached behind her, removing the ring from her hand.

"So you're saying that Mr. Gold didn't give this to you?" he asked, waving it in front of her face. She gritted her teeth.

"Give that back to me!" she said.

"I don't hear a denial, so I'm taking that as a yes," he said. He dropped the ring into his pocket. "This will work splendidly then. Expect my partner to come by later. We can't have the only leverage we have against Mr. Gold starve, now can we?" he said, putting the cloth back over her mouth and patting her cheek a little too hard to be considered "gentle". She growled from under the cloth and attempted to say something as he made his way out of her range of sight. Were they going to use her as blackmail? She tried to move, but the chair she was in wouldn't budge. She sighed and a tear rolled down her cheek. What would Mr. Gold think when he discovered her missing?


"Belle?" Mr. Gold called out into his house as he entered the house that evening. There was no response…"Belle?" he called out again. Still nothing. He looked at the clock on the wall next to the stairs. It was only 9:30. Why wasn't she answering? He hobbled through the sitting room and into the kitchen, where there was no trace of her. Her lunch dishes sat in the dish drainer, so she had been here. He looked around for another minute before making his way into the den, where sometimes he'd find Belle sleeping or reading in his favorite chair. She wasn't there either. He made his way back around to the stairs and began to climb them. "Belle?" he called out as he made his way up the stairs. He noticed her door was slightly ajar, so he pushed it open a little more. Her bed was empty, her nightgown folded neatly on the bed where she had left them that morning. Her window was closed and locked, so she hadn't been here in a while. She liked having the window slightly open while she was in her room. He scratched his head and left the room, going down the hall to the next room, and the next, and the office was empty as well. He closed the office door, and made his way to the opposite end of the hall, where his bedroom was located. Not that she had ever been in there, but there was no harm in checking anyway. He opened the door and was greeted by an empty room. Everything was as he had left it that morning. He closed the door and sighed. It was official, Belle was not here. He made his way downstairs and approached the phone, picking it up and dialing the sheriff's number.

"Hello?" came the tired response.

"Sheriff Swan, Belle isn't here, I've looked all over the house—and there is no sign of her," Mr. Gold said calmly.

"Mr. Gold, maybe she's out tonight," Emma responded. "She'll probably come in late."

"Do you know anything?" he asked. "She'd usually tell me if she was going somewhere."

"I saw her this afternoon at the playground. We talked for a little bit, but she left around five," Emma said. "She's not a child Mr. Gold, she can take care of herself."

"I know that Sheriff Swan, I don't treat her as such. I'm saying however, that I am worried about her."

"Don't be worried Mr. Gold, if she's still not there tomorrow morning, give me a call, we'll discuss it then, okay?" Emma said.

"Very well, sorry for bothering you Sheriff Swan," Mr. Gold said, putting the phone on the receiver and letting out a sigh. The sheriff was probably right, and he was worrying too much. But staying out late was not something Belle would do. He resolved to get some sleep, and check in the morning—as he had been told to do.


Belle didn't know what time it was. She could only imagine that she wasn't there for very long. She knew what it was like to be in a prison. But there, she could move around. There was some form of sunlight, and she was fed. Sure, the food in the hospital wasn't five star quality however; she'd rather be there than wherever she was now. She heard footsteps coming from behind her, and she tried to turn her head to see who was approaching her. It was another man, he was taller than the other one, and he held a tray of some kind. He also wore a ski mask, and all black. The cloth was jerked from her mouth forcefully and the pain in her neck returned with fervor. The tray made a gentle clack on the floor at her feet, and she looked down to see a sandwich, along with a bottle of water.

"I'd eat up if I were you," the man said. "This is the only meal you'll be getting for the day." Belle looked down at the food at her feet.

"I can't very well eat with my hands tied up now can I?" she spat angrily. The tall man laughed and pulled out a pair of wire cutters.

"I have more zip ties, so when you're done, I'll be restraining you again," he said, cutting the zip tie that was around her wrists. She pulled her arms forward and rubbed her wrists. Her midsection and ankles were still restrained however. The man handed her the sandwich. It was wrapped up in plastic, so she could only assume they had purchased it from somewhere. She unwrapped the package and took a bite of the bread. It was turkey and cheese. The man sat down on a chair that was across from her.

"Do you have to watch me eat?" Belle asked rudely.

"Boss' orders lady, I'm just following them," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. She took another bite of the sandwich and sighed.

"Why am I here?" she asked after a moment.

"That's confidential info lady, I'm not allowed to say," the man said. He adjusted himself in the foldable chair as Belle continued to eat.

"You're not even allowed to tell me where I am?" Belle asked hopefully. The man shook his head.

"Nope, if you knew that then you could tip someone off, not taking ANY chances at all," he said. Belle grimaced. It grew silent as she ate, and the man watched. She finished it off after what felt like 10 minutes. Belle downed the bottle of water and dropped the trash on the tray, putting her hands behind her so that the man could tie them up again. He stood and pulled a zip tie from his pocket, putting it around her wrists and pulling—hard. She clenched her teeth and just like that, she was tied up again.

"If the boss is in the mood, you might get more food later," the man said, putting the cloth back around her mouth and picking up the tray. "And don't even try to escape, because we WILL catch you, and we won't be so lenient with you anymore," he added, disappearing into the darkness again. Belle sighed, glad that she at least had food in her stomach, and she wondered if Mr. Gold had discovered that she was gone yet.

A/N: So now you know what happened. What will Mr. Gold do when he discovers that Belle has been kidnapped? Will he do whatever it takes to get her back? Find out in chapter 13. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW PLEASE!