A/N: Slight warning for a tad bit of Belle-Bashing. now may I present Chapter 5 or My Dorks are Angsty. 😉 Enjoy!

When Lyra's vision cleared, she found she was standing in her own apartment.

"Huh," She said, "I didn't think my apartment is where we would go."

"Really" her Mate replied ""and why is that?"

"I figured that since we're going to be having an emotional conversation, you'd poof us to the shop, or your home, or the cabin in the woods. Somewhere that's yours so you have a physical advantage, if not the conversational one."

Moon looked a bit startled, which she had to giggle a bit at.

"You forget I've been in your life the longest out of everyone in this town. I should know by now how you think."

She quirked an eyebrow as if to say "Really, Moon?".

"I knew you'd be nervous for our chat, so I thought your apartment would be best."

"Ah. Drink?"

Rumple nodded.

After she got a glass of pop for herself and a glass of whiskey for Moon,

Lyra sat in one of her chairs, legs crossed, and hands clasped over her knee.

"So," Lyra started almost awkwardly, "are we going to yell or what?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" her Moon asked, shoulders hunched, looking more like the Spinner she first fell in love with rather than the fearsome Dark One.

"Honestly, at first, when Ruby told me, I didn't know what to think. I've been in love with you longer than most of the citizens of Storybrooke have been alive, only to have it told to me that you and I are actually, honest-to god soulmates?" Lyra's voice rose incredulously at the end of the sentence.

She shook her head in amazement. "and then when I did get out of my surprise, that I actually finally know that you and I are Ment To Be? Then I met Belle."

Here she fiddles with her glass; a nervous habit Rumple remembers well from when they lived in the Frontlands.

"I saw-"Here Lyra's voice breaks so she takes a sip of pop and tries again.

"I saw the way you looked at her. Like she was a jewel you were still unsure how you were lucky enough to stumble across. Like you loved her." Lyra locked eyes with Moon, only to have tears well up in her eyes.

"And I couldn't do it. I couldn't compete with her. She's prettier than I am, more pure-hearted, younger . The list goes on. "She waves her hand dismissively.

Even if I somehow said the words "Oh hey, by the way we're Soulmates.", it was always the wrong time, what with one crisis popping up after the other. The idiots of Storybrooke always need saving."

They shared a little smirk at that

"That they do." Rumple toasted her.

"Besides, you didn't need to be saddled with the Village's Broken Doll, do you?" Lyra smiled tightly.

Rumple's eyes filled in anger at that horrid nickname the Frontlanders gave his Mate.