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''Where're we going?'' Belle suddenly feels insecure about the whole situation. She still hasn't gained any of her memories back and the thought of her leaving with this 'stranger,' terrifies her. She went with Greg in an impulse, being frightened by the clip he showed her on his phone of that dark-haired woman, but the truth was, she had nowhere to go.
''Not far. I know someone at one of Maine's biggest TV stations, and I think he would be more than willing to take a look at the video I made, and to listen to our stories. This is huge. Do you realize how rich it can make us both?'' Greg is driving the car and they're approaching the 'leaving Storybrooke' sign. While he appeared just as scared and frightened by all that has happened as Belle before in the hospital, now it seems that he's only excited by the idea of getting rich.
''Wait, you're only doing this to make money out of it?'' Belle grabs the sides of her seat and looks at him with frowned eyebrows.
''Well of course it's not only that. I really want to protect you and I know for sure that, that town isn't safe. ''He points with his eyes to the town sign.
Somehow, all of this didn't feel good. At all. ''So, why can't we just leave it with that? If you can drop me off somewhere near Boston, and forget about it all? We can just go our own, separate ways, and just be happy that we got out of the accident alive.'' Her thoughts go back to Mary Margaret and Ruby who took very good care of her in the hospital. They didn't deserve an invasion of the whole freaking world, when this information would leak out.
''I'm afraid I can't do that,'' is his silent reply.
The tone of that sends shivers up to Belle's spine. ''Okay, please stop the car. I don't want have anything to do with this.''
Greg doesn't reply and keeps his eyes fixated on the road ahead of them.
A wave of panic is overpowering the brunette. ''Hey! Let me out!'' When they're approaching a junction, and Greg is forced to slow down for a red traffic light, she reaches for the door handle.
But the man is quicker and activates the central locking system. ''I didn't think so. You need to come with me and tell your part of the story to the TV station.''
''You can't force me to do that! I'm not saying a word to them.''
An evil smile appears on Greg's face, before he takes an exit towards a gas station. They're only a few miles out of Storybrooke. He parks the car and gets out. The parking lot seems abandoned, just as the rest of the gas station. ''I'm getting us something to eat. I'm up for something different than the hospital food they fed us over the last days, what about you?'' He turns back around to face her again, like he suddenly remembers something. ''And don't think about leaving, cause the doors and windows won't open from the inside when I lock them.''
She hears the clicking-sounds of the car doors being locked, and she looks at how Greg makes his way to the little store next to the petrol pumps. 'Perfect,' she thinks. 'Why the hell did I agreed in going with this lunatic? What was I thinking?' Even though she knows that this will probably never work, she tries all the door handles and windows. But with no luck of course. Desperately she looks around for anything that can help her escape. Suddenly her eyes set on the fire extinguisher. It is laying underneath the passenger seat. If she can bring up enough strength to lift the thing and smash the car window… But she's still feeling quite weak and a failed attempt, would definitely draw Greg's attention. No that's not a good idea. She needs to come up with something else.
But there is no time, cause Greg is coming back towards the car, with a paper bag in his hands.
Belle is still firmly holding onto the fire extinguisher, which is resting on her lap. In the split-second that he opens the driver's door, she takes the final decision. She lifts up the red object and aims for Greg's head. She puts all her anger and fear into the hit and a growling sound escapes her mouth.
The man's head is blown backwards by the blow and a snapping sound coming from his skull seems to echo all over the parking lot.
Belle looks in terror at what she just did.
Greg is now lying unconsciously on the asphalt next to the car, with a pool of blood quickly developing in a circle around his head.
'I killed him. I killed him.' is the only thought the brunette has. 'I'm a murderer.'
The entering of a car to the parking lot, forces her to snap out of it and come into action. Greg had dropped the car keys when he fell, and with shaking hands, she picks them up and puts it in the ignition, like she saw him doing earlier. She has no memories of driving a car, so she has also no idea if she's actually able to do it, but she feels that there is no other option. It's a good thing that she had observed Greg doing it earlier, so she knows she has to put the stick in the middle into ''drive'' and push with her foot on one of the pedals below her feet. But there are two pedals, and when trying the first one, nothing happens. 'So this must be the break. Relax, you can do it.' She tries the other one, and the car shoots forwards, almost hitting a wall at the end of the parking lot. She gives a quick turn to the steering wheel and releases some of the grip of her foot on the pedal, and notices with relief that the car slows down and moves away from the brick wall. Her eyes are filled with tears and she's scared to death. This doesn't support her freshly-obtained driving skills, and she winds towards the exit of the gas station, onto the main road.
Oncoming cars honk at her, as she accidently enters the wrong side of the road. She holds so convulsively onto the steering wheel, that her knuckles turn white. Drops of sweat are dripping down her face. It is until she passes the ''Welcome to Storybrooke'' sign, that she loses the control over the car. The tires slip over a muddy part of the roadside and make the car rotate twice on its axis. Belle puts both of her arms protectively over her head and screams loudly. The inevitable sight of trees are reaching up in front of her, and she can't do nothing else but wait for the blow…
''What do we do?'' asks Red to Snow. ''Shall we go to her or not?''
But there's no need for her to make a decision, as Regina already walks up towards the two brunettes.
''Snow White, wolf-girl, what an unpleasant surprise.''
''I guess we can say the same thing to you,'' replies Snow with clenched teeth.
''How is my son?'' The smirk on the former Queen's face is greater than ever.
''Do you really think we're willing to share that information with you?''
The smirk on Regina's face disappears as fast as it came. '''For the record, he is MY son, and your precious daughter abducted him. So yes, I think I´m in the right position to ask about his wellbeing.´´
''He is fine…'' Snow finally admits.
''What did he say?'' asks Regina eagerly.
Snow's answer is short and concise. ''Just that they're fine, nothing more and nothing less. Now I've a question for you. Where is your mother?''
''I've no idea what you're talking about?'' the smirk is back.
''Cut the crap Regina, we know she's back. Now, answer Snow's question. Where is Cora?'' Red is startled by her own words. She doesn't know if it is because of the fact that she's worried for her missing friend, or because of the anger she feels towards the Queen, but there's something that make her harden her tone.
Snow looks surprised at her friend.
''Excuse me? How do you dare to talk to me in that way?''
Red points her eyes right back at Regina. ''Snow asked you a question. A question you damn well know the answer too. So stop beating around the bush and answer her damnit!'' Her breathing fastens with every syllable.
''Red, ssst, it's okay,'' tries Snow to calm down her friend.
''No, it's not okay!...''
''Ladies, interrupts Regina Red's next tirade, ''I think it's better to continue our conversation at a later time. There clearly are some issues you need to work out first, and I don't want to interfere.'' She turns around and walks away.
''Regina wait!'' cries Snow. ''What is it you wanted to tell us? We haven't seen you for so long, and here you are all of a sudden, walking around town like nothing happened.''
Regina turns around. ''I also need to eat Snow. I was just doing some groceries, that's all. Good day.''
Before Snow is able to ask anything else, her phone rings.
Regina walks around the corner and out of sight.
''Charming? Any news? … What?! We're on our way.''
''Snow what is it?'' Red has been waiting impatiently for her friend to finish the phone conversation with her husband.
''They found Belle, she…'' Snow isn't really sure how to bring this news to her friend. ''She was in an accident…''
''What?! No! How?!''
Snow quickly takes both of Red's arms to prevent her from falling down to the ground. She had never seen her friend so defeated like this before. She knows that Red has a huge sense of responsibility and from the beginning on she had tried to protect Belle in any way she could. The fact that Belle was first missing and now hurt, must have made Red feel powerless and like she had failed. ''I don't know the details of what has happened, but he said we have to get over there quickly. But she's conscious Red, so she'll be fine.''
They take Snow's car to get to the location Charming just mentioned to his wife, and when they arrive, they see that the place is bustling with people. Charming and Sleepy are bent over the car they recognize as Greg's. The other dwarfs are standing around the scene. An ambulance had just arrived and paramedics are unloading a stretcher. The front of Greg's car looks pretty beaten up.
As soon as Snow and Red get out of their car, Red runs towards Charming and Sleepy who are talking to the girl in the car. ''Belle, Belle, are you alright?'' She almost pushes the two men aside to be able to look inside.
The brunette is holding a white cloth against her temple, where she has a bruise from bumping with her head against the steering wheel. ''Why is everyone calling me Belle?! My name is Lacey, goddammit. What the hell is wrong with you people?! Jeez, get out of my way, I'm fine!'' Belle, or Lacey, tries to get out of the car, but is stopped by Charming.
''Hey, calm down you. Just stay in the car until the paramedics are ready to do a check-up on you.''
Red is observing the situation in bewilderment. This isn't the Belle she knows. Not even the Belle she saw the last days in the hospital. And what is that with the name 'Lacey?'
A hard knock on the door startles Emma and Henry. They just had breakfast in bed (Gold is paying, so why not enjoying the room service that is offered?), and Emma just took a shower. When she answers the door, a furious-looking woman is standing in front of it.
''What the hell are you think you're doing? Trying to win back Neal in some sort of sick way by telling him he's the father of your child?!''
Neal is racing towards them. ''Tamara, please, stop, it's really not like that.''
Henry comes standing behind his mother, surprised at what al the yelling is about.
Emma is taken aback by the sudden outburst of the visitor. She turns around and faces Henry. ''Wait here kid.'' She turns back to Tamara and Neal and says: ''let's take this outside.'' She closes the door behind her, and directs to two loved ones to the other end of the hallway.
''Emma I'm sorry, this wasn't supposed to happen,'' apologizes Neal.
''You must be Neal's girlfriend?'' asks Emma coolly to the African-American woman.
''His fiancé,'' corrects Tamara her with an envious undertone.
For a second, a hurtful glance is visible in Emma's eyes, when she looks from Tamara to Neal. But she knows to get a grip on herself and continues: ''okay, his fiancé.''
''Yes I am, and I really don't appreciate the way how you handle these things. Are you really such a desperate woman that, you go this far to get him to go with you? And you,'' she turns to Neal, ''what the hell is wrong with you? I really didn't expect you to fall for something like this.''
''It is not a trick,'' tries Emma to explain. It's…''
''I don't want to hear another word coming from your mouth!'' snorts Tamara. ''I was talking to my fiancé.'' She puts extra emphasize to that last word.
''Tamara, please, calm down. I've tried to explain it to you this morning. What I said earlier is the truth.''
''Yeah, well, why does she turn up after so many years claiming that you're her child's father? Why now?''
This is clearly a question that only can be answered by the blonde. ''Because…''
''What did I say? Not a single word!''
Emma raises up her hands in defense and disbelief.
When Neal doesn't reply her immediately, Tamara cries: ''Whatever, if this is how you want it, you can get it.'' She walks to the elevator with big, dramatic steps and she gets in immediately, as someone holds the doors for her.
''Tamara, wait! Please!'' cries Neal, but his words bounces off against the closed elevator doors.
''So… that went smoothly…'' notes Emma dryly.
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