Mr and Mrs. Gold were at work tending to the pawn shop, when the major burst through the door. "I need a child Gold, and I need your help."

"Good luck madam major. I've been barking up that tree for years!" Mrs. Gold teased.

"Well I'm flattered but uninterested. I do have a wife you know." showing his contempt.

"Not like that!" the major raised her voice. "I spent all morning, talking to adoption agencies. The waitlists are over two years long. But you Gold. You know how to cut through red tape. And if anyone can work the system and find me a baby. Its you." she said trying to charm the man.

"You wish to adopt." he said blankly.

"Well don't look so surprised."

"Oh I'm not. I'm sure you make a... Well a mother of some sort." and Mrs. Gold had to turn away to hid her smile, at her husband's comment.

"Can you help me?" she said beginning to become resentful.

"Of course I can. Mrs. Gold?"

"Yes?" she asked surprised her called to her.

"Could you find me a few numbers to call? They should be in the back." his thumb gesturing backward, and Mrs. Gold went into the room to search for what he needed. "A word of caution. Asked yourself if this is something you're ready for." he said back to Regina.

"It's something I need."

"Well that might not be the same thing." they stared one another down for a moment. "I'll get you a child. But whether or not that's helping you remains to be seen. When you become a parent, you must put your child first. No matter what."

The very next day Mr. Gold was in his shop alone, when Regina walked in cheerfully. "You have news?"

"Yes. Fate maybe on your side. This morning I spoke with an agency who had place a baby boy from Phoenix, with a family near by in Boston." Mr. Gold explained.

"With a family? How is that fate?"

"At the last minute the adoption fell through. It happens."

"So the baby still needs a home?" Regina grinned.

"Indeed. As I say. Fate appeared to be on your side. The agency, is in Boston." he said walking over to the file on the counter then handing it to her.

"Thank you Gold." she beamed.

"Oh don't thank me just yet." he sneered. "After all. I can't simply do something for nothing."

"What do I owe you Gold?" Regina asked suspiciously.

"Oh I won't need the payment for sometime, but when I do, I expect you to pay it. And pay as soon as I ask for it." Mr Gold's voice had a dangerous edge to it.

"Fine! Whatever you want." she promised, then walked out to claim her new son. When Mr. Gold return home he found his wife already at the dinner table, with their meal hot and prepared, she had however started without him.

"Too hungry to want for me?" He asked with a false sadness.

"I wasn't sure how long you'd be."

"I come home the same time everyday." He sat at the table with her, and started in on his plate.

"How was work?"

"Interesting actually." he answered her.

"How so?"

"The major came into the shop. I gave her the information about the baby boy."

"Why would she think you could deliver?" She asked him.

"Why would I be able to?" Mr. Gold asked.

"I asked for a baby. I'm still waiting." she teased her husband.

He smiled at her, "I just want to make sure I responded to the mayor's request in a timely manor."

"Oh so when Regina needs a baby it's all hands on deck?" Mrs. Gold mocked him.

"I have taken your request very seriously." he leaned forward. "I will get you a child." he vowed.

"I know you will." she smiled at him and continued dining. "Maybe we should alter our deal." she suggested.

"I'm I not working fast enough for you? Because I can't rush an infant out of their mother."

"I mean we don't even know how much time we have. I don't want to be a mother for a few months, or even a few years then have to say goodbye."

"You won't. You will live, and be a wonderful mother-"

"For how long really?" she interrupted him. "If you do get me what I need. All that means is that I end up out living my child."

"Then what do you want?" he asked annoyed.

"I don't know." She sat silently at the table, then got up and went to their bedroom. She curled up on to her bed and closed her eyes. After a while Mr. Gold came in, but she didn't move, or open her eyes. He walked behind her next to the bed and leaned his cane against the wall and bed frame, then he sat down and took off his shoes, and laid down next her. Mr. Gold stared at the ceiling, not sure what he should do.

"Rapunzel?" he asked, trying to see if she was asleep, but she didn't answer him. "I wish I knew what to say." He looked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "I know... I know it's difficult to know what you want." He pulled her onto her back and turned to his side so that he faced her, and she opened your eyes and craned her head to look at him. "All I want Rapunzel is to be with you for the rest of my life." and she moved into him and wrapped her arms around him, with her head on his chest. Mr. Gold was caught a little off guard, but put one hand on her back, and rested the other on top of her head. "Just tell me what it is you want." his voice almost whined.

"I want to go back in time."

He laughed then asked, "Why would you want to do that?"

"I just miss when we were equals. When I didn't need you to take care of me."

"We are equals."

"No we're not." she argued. "I don't have any magic."

"Ah yes but neither does Mr. Gold."

"I don't have anything here."

"You have this whole house."

"No this is your house! And your town. I don't have anything here."

"Look at your ring." She lifted her hand to see the gold band. "That ring says that we share everything we have. Just like how you let me into the tower, and how I let you wander the castle." He took her shoulders and lifted her off him, so he could look her in the eyes. " You own this town Mrs. Gold. You can do anything you want here." He watched her face as she started to think of something. "Just name it."

"I want to go destroy some property."

"Whose?"

"The dwarf. Leroy."

"Let's go my Dear." And they got up and prepared to go out in the cold. The couple had to stop at the pawn shop to get a few lighters, rags, and flammable restoration fluid.

"Come on let's hurry!" she rushed him.

"I'm coming!" he called annoyed.

As they walked Mrs. Gold turned to her husband to say, "I don't want him to get hurt in this fire. Just a little damage to his house."

"Of course." he said as if that wasn't something he had been thinking about. "I believe if we rush, he should be either be working the nightshift, or down at the bar."

"You're sure."

"Yes, my Dear I'm sure." he convinced her. They continued down to Leroy's town house and Mr. Gold set up the rags where they would cause the most damage if lit, and Mrs. Gold stood a little away watching and holding the lighter. He limped over to her, "Are you ready?"

"I don't think I can do this." she said suddenly nervous.

"Why not?"

"This isn't right."

"Was it right for him to accuse you of robbing me? Of marrying me only for my money?"

"No." she responded weakly.

"Was he right to call you a- what was it? Cheap floozy?" he mocked.

"Hustling floozy."

"Well that makes it alright doesn't it?" he asked goading her.

"No!" she said angry, and ready to go through with the plan. She stomped over to the cloth and light all of them before running back to Mr. Gold who took the lighter and put it in his pocket. They crossed the street and watched the house go up in flames. "This is such a rush! When do we call the sheriff?" she asked enthusiastically.

"We don't." He said grinning wickedly.

"What?" Suddenly they could hear shouting from the house they lit. "Oh my god!" Mrs. Gold gasped. She tried to run to the door to help but Mr. Gold snached the back of her coat a sharply pulled her back, and held her with an arm around her shoulders. "What are you doing?"

"Enjoying the show." he cackled. She struggled against him, taking his cell phone from his pocket then breaking free. She dialed Graham but then Mr. Gold struck her knee with his cane and she fell dropping the phone.

"What is wrong with you?!"

"What is wrong with you?" he sneered back at her.

"You hit me with a cane!"

"I gave you what you wanted Dearie!"

"Hello? Mrs. Gold? What's going on?" they could hear a tiny voice shouting from the phone. Mr. Gold hobbling quickly over to his cell.

"No! No! Graham help! there's a-" but Mr. Gold had ended the call. "We should get out of here!"

"Well we can't go home." he held his hand out to her and helped her up.

"Why not?"

"I am fairly certain that after hearing that argument, the sheriff will be going to our residence in response to a domestic disturbance."

"What about Leroy?"

"What about him?"

"He could die."

"It's really none of our business anymore."

"We cause this." she whispered harshly at him. "Its our fault! Its my fault!"

"Shut up! I may own this town but that won't be enough to save us from a night in jail!" he growled at her. They could start to hear sirens in the distance.

"I thought this was our town?" she asked glaring at him.

"It is." he said realizing he made a mistake.

"No. Mr. Gold. It is your town." she said smugly, and tried to walk away, but he grabbed her arm roughly.

"Where are you going?" she wiggled her way out of his grip.

"Away from you." She answered with more angry than she meant to. "Away from what you made me do!"

"What makes you think I'd let you go." He said snatching her arm again.

"I'm not giving you a chance." She ripped herself away, kicked his cane and he fell to his knee, and she ran.