A/N: Got a twist in there for you! Don't kill me though ok? Thanks, and enjoy. Love, Joanne.

Belle paced back and forth in the Evil Queen's highest tower. She was dressed in the strangest clothes; a short tweed skirt and a matching brown blouse. Her hair was loose and curly, not its usual fashioned state. She felt as if she was from another time just from the garments that she wore.

She heard a noise, and jumped back onto her cot, laying there looking at the etches in the wall she had made. This marked her third day.

The door swung open with a loud bang, and Belle knew immediately who it was. "Belle, looking lovely as always…"

"Why hold me captive?" asked the beauty. "You've captured the Dark One, what more do you want?"

"Oh, I know he has a thing for you," said Regina as she twirled a strand of her long, raven hair. "And you know his secrets. For he has told you many things, and I am assuming you could only be infatuated with the imp as well."

Belle said nothing as she turned on her side, tracing the marks she had carved into the wall. "Tell me, Belle, has Rumplestilzkin told you of his weakness?"

"If he did, do you honestly think I would tell you?" Belle remarked mockingly. Suddenly, Regina's dark magic surrounded Belle's body and began to lift her off of the cot and suffocate her. Belle choked and coughed, gasping for air.

"Maybe with a little bit of persuasion," said Regina, a smirk spreading across her venomous, ruby lips. She snapped her fingers, and the door burst open.

In walked a very handsome man dressed in tight black pants and a black coat with a high collar. He wore a devilishly handsome smile as his gaze went from the evil Queen to the beauty. His adjusted his jacket with one hand, while the other was kept in his pants pocket, exposing his chiseled chest and an ample amount of coal black chest hair.

"You snapped for me?" said the man in black. He winked sexily at Belle, and she stared at him incredulously.

"Yes, Hook, I did," grinned Regina. "I need you to get this little flower to talk."

"On the contrary," grinned Hook cunningly. "I can make any woman talk." He took a few steps towards Belle, and she pressed herself against the wall, willing her body to be as far away from Hook and Regina. "Come now, my pretty girl, I bet I can get you to talk…"

Belle said nothing, her heart pounding in her chest. "Come on, love," said Hook tenderly. He turned to Regina. "What exactly is it you want her to reveal?"

"The location of Rumplestilzkin's dagger," replied Regina.

Hook's face morphed instantaneously from lover to terror. He whipped out the hand that he had buried deep in his pocket, revealing the hook for which he had so been christened by, and held the curve of it under Belle's lily white throat. "YOU WILL TELL ME WHERE THE DAGGER IS!"

The beauty's eyes widened in fear, a scream built up in her throat, but before she could, Hook whacked her over the head hard with his hook.

"Very smooth, Captain," said Regina angrily. "Now we cannot interrogate her! You've knocked the bitch unconscious!"

"This girl is his lover!" Hook roared angrily. "That's why you've been keeping her in this tower! That's why she is the only one who can lead us to the dagger!"

Regina waved her hand, and there was a cloud of purple smoke. "Indeed, but I cannot have you nearly killing my leverage."

"Where- were is my bloody hook?!" bellowed Hook as he bared his stumpy wrist. "What have you done to me?!"

"You have failed to get information out of her," snarled Regina. "So, it is only fitting that I take your hook away as punishment. Take heed, Killian, for next time you fuck things up, I may not be as lenient."

With that, the evil Queen and the hookless pirate left the beauty, still unconscious in the tower.

I awoke, feeling amazing after a wonderful night of pleasure. I stretched and yawned before opening my eyes, and what my eyes beheld made me nearly jump out of bed. I gasped, and looked around in utter disbelief. "No, this can't be happening," I said, getting up from the bed. "How?"

I rubbed my eyes, clearing the sleepiness, and gazed about the bedroom. I was not dreaming. This was real.

I was back at my old house, in my old bedroom, and had slept in my own bed.

I ran to the mirror, and my flushed face and sex mussed hair greeted me. Last night wasn't a dream either. "Why am I back home?" I asked my puzzled reflection. Unfortunately, it did not reply back, so I wandered through the house towards the kitchen, and before I could open the fridge, I paused. There was a note held by a small magnet that was from one of my father's past campaigns.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have set this up. Please forget everything we've shared and done. Do not discuss our former relationship with anyone. I will take legal action against you if you do.

Gold

I couldn't breathe. With the note grasped tightly in my hand, I slid down the front of the refrigerator, and sobbed.

. . .

For the next few weeks, I never left my house. I wallowed in my sadness, embraced it, and became a zombie. I received so many calls from Ruby and Granny Lucas, but I couldn't bring myself to talk to anyone for fear of retaliation. Even Archie, the town shrink offered his services to me for a discounted price, but I just deleted his message, along with everyone else's.

I lay there on the couch, staring mindlessly at the television. My hair was a mess, I was wearing my baggy pajamas, and I didn't care that I hadn't showered or used deodorant in almost a week. I had nothing to live for.

There was a knock on my front door. I continued to lay there, with the blankets all around me to keep me warm. I figured whoever it was would soon give up and leave. I wanted nothing to do with anyone ever again. I wanted to be alone.

"Well, that was unwise to leave your door unlocked," chuckled a masculine voice. "Someone could walk right in!"

"Indeed," I said dryly, my voice cracking from not being used in such a long time.

"You won't even look at me, lovely!"

I continued to stare at the TV screen, unfazed that some stranger was now in my house. He stepped in front of the screen, and my gaze fixed upon his handsome visage, and I was taken aback.

Jet black hair, stubble, a killer smile, and a hint of guyliner. And he was dressed entirely in a tight black jacket and black pants. "What is it you want from me?" I asked.

"I was told to come here, and that you are Miss Belle French, are you not?"

I nodded my head in agreement.

"Well then," grinned the stranger. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Killian Jones. Your dear pal Ruby has sent me here to cheer you up, and cheer you up I will by any means necessary."

I rolled my eyes. "How come I've never heard of you?"

"Oh, but you have," Killian smiled cunningly. "I'm known for being the best boatswain, commodore, and sailor in the country. I've won thousands of sailing competitions, and I hold the record for the fastest sailing time from east to west coast."

Before I could tell him that I still had never heard of him, he picked me up, sniffed me, and cringed. "Ugh, you need a shower! Very well, we shall shower together, love."

My eyes widened. "You and me? We're going to shower together?"

"Trust me, love," said Killian with a dashing smile. "I'll make sure you enjoy every bit of it."