Storybrooke

"Belle you have to rest." Tinkerbell insisted entering the back room of Gold's pawn shop. "You're going to wear yourself out."

"So be it. My daughter is out there and I have to find her." Belle replied her attention dedicated to the book in front of her.

"We will." Tink promised setting down a tall cup of coffee. "I figured you'd be stubborn."

"I wonder where I get it from?"

"I never wanted to leave you Belle." Tink said after they had spent hours silently looking through books. "I use to watch you as a little girl. I'd sneak in your room at night. I'd watch you as you slept and read you stories."

"You read to me?" Belle repeated genuinely surprised by the revelation.

"Most nights, until I lost my wings. I wanted to share adventures with you and I felt it was my only chance."

Belle chest filled with so much happiness she felt as if it would burst. She had felt different her entire life for having such an interest in books. No one else read the way she did and at times she wondered what made her different from so many people. Now she knew she wasn't different. She was a special and it was because of her mother.

"I use to dream that I explored the world with my mother. Now I know why." Belle replied turning her attention back to their research. "Have you talked to Papa?"

Belle's question caught Tink by surprise and she fumbled with her cup to keep her coffee from spilling on the table. "What?"

"He knows who you are. You know who he is. Do you still love him?" Belle pressed her glancing over at her mother.

"I thought we were trying to find out what Zelena is up to?" Tink asked holding up a book. "That's pretty big stuff."

"You said it yourself that I needed a rest. I'll settle for a slight distraction." Belle replied with a smile. "You can't blame a girl for being curious about her parents."

Tink took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly before answering. "I don't know. The fact is I don't really know your father as you do. The man I knew was taken from me."

"You could get him back. It sounds like Papa was cursed - just like Rumple. Maybe the man you knew is in there waiting to be freed."

"Maybe I shouldn't have read you those fairy tales after all." Tink sighed. "Let's get back to work. Once we free your husband and find your daughter than we'll discuss your father."