It's been hours. So many hours. So many broken, shattered things along Rumple's home. All the shattered things couldn't even out show the remorse and regret in himself. He sat there, in between piles of broken things.

He got up to use his wheel. But something was different this time, he didn't want to. Impulsively, Rumple wanted to do something else. Something heroic, something out of the ordinary. That's when he figured it out. We was going to collect…but it wasn't for a favor. It was to give the women who loved him a well deserved burial.

Al was assigned to guard the front of the castle today. He was contemplating of running off, buying a house far, far away from here, and using the gold he had, for his Mother and him to live off of. He'd have to figure out when, and how, to tell Maurice. He wouldn't be pleased. The hell with Maurice, his mother mattered more. Al let off a triumphant smile after the thoughts.

"Why so happy?"

"That voice, I know it from somewhere," Al thought to himself.

"Hey…" a giggle, then another…"Hey boy!" Al turn around…nothing. Am I hallucinating Rumplestiltskins voice after being in this sun for a few hours…"

Rumplestiltskin stood in front of him, grinning. Al had the same reaction when he first met him, startled. Rumple moved his hands together.

"Hello…my lord."

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my sweet dearie's, brave friend…how goes things?"

"Fine…thanks to you, I may leave this place and start a new life…" Rumple waived a finger.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, remember to tell Sir Maurice your quitting, you should do it when I'm there, you know… as a team, we both could make a grand entrance." Al looked at him with shock.

"I'd love to Rumple, but unlike you, I am a mere man. I can't disappear to the snap."

"Well, I am alittle hurt you would turn down my invitation…more fun for me!"

"R- My lord, if you could be so kind to tell me what that hearse it there for…" Rumple raised a eyebrow and smiled.

"I am going to bring her home." Al thought about angry Maurice.

"Good…luck with that." Al opened the door for Rumple. It was time for the dark prince to collect.

Rumple's cockiness and slyness, went out the window, as soon as he saw his beautiful, lifeless Bell, laying on a adorned table. Her prudish father, sitting in his usual chair, reading…he wanted to use his force to throw that vile man in the air and crush him. Maurice looked up, he looked as if he saw a ghost.

Rumple stood there triumphantly, his polished cane in hand, it was…a special occasion after all.

"What in hell are you doing here…you creature," Maurice yelled. His face turned red.

" I am here to renew the bargain…Belle…for your protection."

"And what on earth do you need with my dead daughter?" Rumple started to think about it, then his focus snapped back at Maurice.

I am going to bury her, on my grounds. Give her the most beautiful coffin, to match her beauty. Perhaps make a shrine in her honor. She would have liked it more in my home anyway. She loved all the attention I gave her." Maurice slammed his fist on the table, and walked up to him. Maurice looked him sternly in the eyes.

"And what kind of attention was that…exactly?" Rumple smiled, then giggled.

"Why would you want to know…" Maurice tried to compose himself.

"She was quite taken with you…like you put her under a love spell. Is she even a virgin anymore?"

"She is pure, physically and mentally. You screwed up big time Maurice. Now…what will it be. I am a very determined man, either way, Belle's coming with me, so you should decide on the offer I have on the table." Maurice looked at her, then looked back at him.

"I will take the protection. You have a deal Rumplestiltskin." Rumple turned around and scopped bell up in his arms, like a little girl carefully lifting a cherished, fragile doll.

"Our deal is settled then," Rumple replied.

"She was good as dead anyway when she was alive. Worst daughter you could ever have. Never listened, or obeyed. Constantly provoking peoples mind with her worthless books…" Rumple put her back down, that's when he turned to Maurice, used his force to bring Maurice eye to eye with him. Maurice was stuck, inches away from Rumple's face. His eyes were filled with black rage, the eyes of a devil.

"Belle, was not useless, she was a brilliant, kind, beautiful women. And you will never see her again." Rimple twisted his wrist, Maurice pleaded for mercy. Bones began to crack.

"See Maurice, I find it funny how you have the privilege of being a father…you throw it away. I was once one myself. I felt it was a privledge. I treated my kin like precious, priceless cargo. Mine is gone, not from me either. Other things. You, she is gone because of you." That when Rumple dropped him and kicked him in the ribs. He wanted to kill him, but then Maurice could not experience the anguish, guilt, and hurt he's caused upon his perfect, sweet daughter. He looked down at Maurice. Pleased at his suffering.

"The father's who want to love, cannot have children to love. The fathers who don't know how to love their children… have them. Funny how that works."

Rumple walked back to Belle, picked her up, and that's the last time Maurice saw the both of them…or was it?