Her eyes sprung open, his whispered name dying out on her breath.

And she remembered…

Friday began and ended, with everything seemingly returning to normal. But everything was not normal. Far from it. Friday was the lull before the storms: The slow churning one dwelling in Belle's mind, the one crackling with electricity and leaving Rumplestiltskin on edge, and the one trailing behind Regina, threatening to rain fire at any moment.

Saturday began for Belle with a pounding headache. For the last day she wrestled with both relief and distress. She finally knew why she had feelings Rumplestiltskin, but she remembered what he thought of her. She remembered that true love's kiss had actually worked, but she also knew that he never came to save her. She was very aware of the last words he spoke to her in that world, and also conscious of how he had been treating her in this one. All of these conflicting memories and emotions piled up and led to another, larger, issue. She knew the truth. But who else did?

Mary Margaret and David certainly did not. Dr. Hopper, while very aware of Henry's pressing of the matter upon him, still did not. Perhaps Leroy did? He remembered about the night he and Belle first met, and even remembered most of the conversation they had. It was certainly a possibility that he was aware of the town's predicament. Of three things Belle was absolutely certain.

First: She needed to find someone to discuss this with or she might just explode. Having two realities clashing against each other inside her head was enough in itself to drive her into insanity, for real this time. But to have no one to talk to about it? No one else to understand and relate to?

No one to answer the pressing questions of 'Where are we? How did we get here? How do we get back home?' Belle was aware of the curse and its enactment, only because Regina thought it necessary to inform Belle about the deals they made and how excellent he was looking now that he had rid himself of a deal gone bad: taking Belle as a housekeeper. Not only was it enough to imprison and physically torture Belle, keeping her as a playing piece against the Evil Queen's greatest adversary, but she had to crush Belle's hopes and dreams of being rescued by him and enjoying life, seeing the world, together.

The second certainty was that Regina remembered. Evil always had that advantage and Regina was evil in its purest, most raw, form.

The third unquestionable fact bothered Belle the most. Because of this fact she found she was unable to move forward, unable to let go, unable to forgive and forget. For how can you forgive a man who has no memory of what he's done? And Rumplestiltskin, she was certain of it, had no memories of the life before.

Saturday began for Mr. Gold with a pounding headache. In the bathroom, on the floor. Regina was certainly no mollycoddled monarch. The woman could punch. But the pain he was enduring now was his own doing. As was the now ruined dress shirt he was wearing. He lifted himself up to admire his homemade repair job, the one he must have passed out in the middle of. He gingerly touched the bridge of his mostly straight nose, glad with the results, considering the disjointed appearance of it the night before. And the fact that he had been very, very drunk. But that probably didn't have anything to do with his current headache.

Regardless of all forces acting against it, he knew he had to exert his influence in town. He was aware that he needed to make a public appearance and show that he was proud of what he did to Regina, and what she did back to him was nothing more than a headache clouding his thoughts. Nothing at all to set him back or even make him think twice about doing it again. But before all of that, he needed to see Belle. Every fiber of his being was telling him she was not safe, and him being what he was, he knew that magic was involved. He was also aware that if magic was involved, and it wasn't his own, it was Regina. All of this piled up and led to another, larger issue. How the hell did Regina have magic?

Saturday began for Regina with a wicked smile. Today was the day she would ruin Mr. Gold. No one humiliated the mayor and got away with it. Today was the day she would destroy Rumplestiltskin. No one threatened the Evil Queen without consequences. Today was the day she would make a trip to her father's grave. No one would be with their true love as long as she had a say in it.

I know, I know, really short. But I wanted a filler while I work through writer's block, and I wanted to see how this twist would be received. The more I dwell on it... the more I know that's whats going to happen on the show... and it makes me sad and pissed off and I had to incorporate it in this story line. Let me know your thoughts, and thank you for reading and supporting my creative nonsense.