A/N: I'm starting my Spring Break and I thought this was the perfect time to update some more prompts! I do want to share that I haven't really watched the show Ghost Whisperer, but I do know what the show is about. So I am going to do my own spin on the idea so if doesn't seem to follow the show at all… it's because it's not. I hope you all enjoy and don't forget to leave a review!

Ghost Whisperer Inspired

jamie-wan-kenobi prompted: Belle is a medium who can talk to ghosts. She hears reports about a particular cantankerous ghost who haunts Storybrooke's library. She decides to put her gift to good use and discovers he won't crossover quietly. (Rated T for child abuse and some violent content)

"If I was going to pick a place to haunt, then this would be it," Belle murmured to herself as she shined her flashlight through the stack of books. She had to count her lucky stars that she was even allowed to do this. "I have to commend your choice. Passing eternity here will make it less boring."

Belle French had a gift that some may consider a curse. Others may say she was a fraud, especially if they were non-believers. The truth was… she had believed it was a curse until she decided to stop running and accept her fate—she could see and speak to dead people.

Yes. It wasn't a line or a joke but Belle had the ability to see ghosts.

Ever since she was a small child she was able to communicate with the dead. Of course she hadn't realized the people she spoke to were ghosts. Eventually she started to realize that only she could see them. Her parents thought she had a wild imagination creating these imaginary friends, but it was her grandmother who told them that Belle had been touched with the "gift of second sight." It was something that was passed on every couple generations and it was Belle's turn to inherit. Her father, Moe, thought the whole thing was a huge sack of manure but her grandmother was adamant because her sister had been gifted.

Tried as they might, Belle's parents had a difficult time accepting that their little girl wasn't normal. It was easy to pretend she had imaginary friends but seeing ghosts? And talking to them? It was a whole new playing level of parenting. It wasn't until Belle had an unfortunate encounter with a ghost who showed up in her bedroom with a gunshot wound to the head, screaming at the top of his lungs, scaring her that they finally decided to address that this wasn't ever going to go away. So the only thing left was to send Belle to her grandmother's.

Lillian Dover knew exactly what to do after witnessing her sister go through the same terrors. She taught Belle everything she could about the spirit world and how they were people all the same, except they were in their spiritual bodies. She taught Belle that they had unfinished business that needed to be resolved before they could pass on. Of course it goes without saying that there were good ghosts and bad ghosts. She warned Belle to be careful on whom she decided to help and that doing so wasn't always going to be a simple task.

There were times Belle wished someone else had this gift. It made growing up a challenge and fitting in… forget it. The only time she could block out the ghosts was when she was reading. She could put all her focus on the story and pretend she was in a faraway land or time. It calmed her, soothed her. And it allowed her to think about her dreams and how she would one day want to travel the world.

She still wanted to but she found the calling to be too strong of a pull. What changed her mind about this curse was when she was visited by a child. He was about ten-years-old and he was lost and confused. Belle was able to learn that his name was Henry and that the last thing he remembered was hiding in his bedroom closet because his mother was looking for him. She made him soup and he didn't want to eat it so he hid, thinking he wouldn't have to. He told her how eating that soup always made him feel sick. But he was already sick and his coughing gave him away. She wasn't happy when she found him and she pinned him to the floor, forcing the hot soup down his throat. He said he was choking and then that was it. Darkness and before he knew it… he was outside and began running. He felt much better but he couldn't seem to understand why no one would talk to him.

It broke Belle's heart to tell him the truth so she did it as gently as she could. To say Henry was stunned was an understatement. He looked at her and asked her what he was to do now. So she told him she was going to help him.

And she did.

Digging up more information on Henry didn't take long. Belle uncovered his name was Henry Mills and he was adopted when he was only a baby. His mother, a single parent, devoted her entire life to Henry. She had told many people that he was sickly as an infant and no one wanted him but her. The years of dedication to make sure her boy grew up big and strong were for naught as Henry spent most of his life in and out of the hospital for ailments that no one could determine the diagnosis. At one point things were turning around and it seemed Henry was on the mend, but the last year had him back in the hospital.

Now this.

Belle didn't like Regina Mills the moment she laid eyes on her. There was something off about the woman and knowing that she was responsible for Henry's death confirmed Belle's first impressions. She thrived on people's sympathy for her plight and she lived up to the part of the grieving mother to the point she deserved an Oscar. Belle had to do her best not to point her out and denounce her as the evil woman that she was. She was there on a mission: to locate Henry's storybook.

It was fortunate that the house was full of guests paying their respects so Belle was able to blend in with no problem. She found the book in his room with ease (between his bed and mattress as he told her), and clutching the book tightly, Belle walked out of the house. Of course, she felt justice needed to be served. There was no way she could allow Regina to get away with her crimes.

She placed an anonymous tip, posing as a nurse, about how Henry's symptoms could be related to being poisoned. She recommended the police exhume the body and perform an autopsy to be certain.

A couple weeks later there was a story on the news about Regina Mills' arrest for the death of her son. Henry had been staying with her in her apartment and was reading his book when the story captured his attention. Belle watched him as he stared at the screen with mixed emotions. She turned the TV off when she thought it was enough and asked him if he understood what happened.

He turned towards her. "I think so," he said. "Does that mean my Mom is going to jail?"

"Yes."

"Good."

He went back to his book, picked it up, and faced Belle.

"Thank you Miss Belle for helping me. I feel different—lighter really."

"I believe you had your unfinished business completed," she told him. "Are you ready to move on?"

"I think so. Can I bring my book?"

She chuckled. "I hope so. I can't imagine the Big Guy denying a kid their favorite book."

Then, like every other case she helped, Henry disappeared. The book too.

He was in a happy place and Belle knew right then and there she should stop running from who she was. There were ghosts who needed help and she was going to do her best to make sure they crossed over to the Great Beyond.

Now, bringing her back to the present, Belle continued to wander the silent library in search of her next client. Normally, she waited for them to come to her but this one was stubborn. She had overheard how the Storybrooke Library was haunted and looking into the accounts… it was very interesting.

There were the usual paranormal activities—lights flickering, loud tapping noises, flying books, a voice demanding people to leave—but it was the fact that it only happened in a certain area of the library. The reference section to be exact. This ghost wanted to make sure his or her research wasn't being interrupted.

So Belle thought she would check it out and see if there was some validity to it. If this was a ghost tormenting people, then she wanted to see if there was anything she could do to help.

Convincing the head librarian didn't take much effort. The older woman was all too thrilled to give Belle the keys and to make sure she told Mr. Gold to rot in Hell.

Whoever this "Mr. Gold" was… he wasn't one of the pleasant types.

"Hello?" Belle called out again. "Mr. Gold? I'm Belle French. I'm here to help you."

It was a good enough start and usually that would get the ghosts running to her. Depending on how long he had been in this library… he might be desperate for conversation.

"C'mon," she said. "This is your chance to speak. Just tell me what it is that you want."

"And what exactly do you think I want, dearie."

The voice tickled her ear, causing Belle to spin abruptly. She dropped her flashlight so she quickly picked it up and saw that the light was aimed at a pair of legs. Moving the light upwards, she began to see the shape and form of the ghost she was looking for. All dressed up in a very nice designer suit and leaning upon a cane with a golden handle stood the specter in his glory. He was an older man with long dark and silver hair and intense brown eyes that nearly took Belle's breath away. There was no denying he was a handsome man, no doubt a heartbreaker when he was younger, and her heartbeat quickened as his nostrils flared as he stared down at her.

"Well?" he queried with impatience laced in his tone.

Slowly rising to her feet, Belle tucked back a strand of hair. "I'm Belle—"

"Yes I heard that part already. Belle French. Do you mind explaining what you're doing trespassing on my property?"

She sputtered. "Y-Your property?"

He rolled his eyes. "Yes. Property. I own this library like I own most of this town," he said as if speaking to a child.

Now that was rude. Belle glared at him. "That would be some incredible feat to own something when you're actually dead. I hate to tell you Mr. Gold but you do not own anything now."

"Perhaps not. But the way I see it… it's still mine. Even if I am dead."

This wasn't getting her anywhere. She had to try a different tactic. "Look. We're clearly getting off on the wrong foot. I'm a medium and I would like to help you complete your unfinished business so you can crossover."

Mr. Gold snorted. "Is that so? Thank you dearie but I have to pass."

"You mean you don't want to crossover?"

"Why would I? I know what's waiting for me, and frankly, I'm in no hurry to get there." He began to turn around but Belle was not going to be deterred.

"Then why are you haunting this place? Normally, ghosts who attract attention is really a cry for help."

"Not me."

Now Belle was getting the idea why the librarian, Mrs. Lucas, wanted her to tell him to rot in Hell. He was insufferable and pig-headed and his dismissive attitude was getting on her nerves.

"Well, you shouldn't have been making too much noise."

"I like my solitude and I don't want anyone poking around my business." Glancing over his shoulder, he narrowed his gaze on her. "Case in point. Why don't you be a good medium and bother some poor sod who does want to share their sob story."

He raised his hand and flicked his wrist in her direction. Before Belle knew it, she felt a rush of air slamming into her, making her fall back.

She could hear him laughing as she got back on her feet.

Looking around, she noticed he was gone.

If he hadn't been such an arse, then Belle might have left him to wallow in his ghostly existence. But Belle wasn't the kind of person to give up so easily.

Mr. Gold met his match.

I am totally loving the possibilities this verse can go. I do have an ulterior motive for Gold's purpose in being in the library, but if you want to see Gold giving medium Belle a hard time… I am open to ideas! Next is one I am calling Best Friends.