I get these weird ideas for things and before I know it, I'm writing and then by the end of it, I'm like 'WTF do I do with this?' And so it goes into this fic where all of the shorts go. I have so many AU ideas and I just wish I could handle writing 50 fics at a time so I could put them up here and get going with them, but I can't. .
Summary: Regina is a ghost, Gold finds her going through the pawnshop — he cannot contain his amusement.
"What in the land are you doing to my shop?" Gold walked through the threshold in the back of his shop, eying Regina who looked very different than usual. She had a blue tint to her body and he could see slightly through her, he could see his work desk behind and the thing she held behind her back as if it could be hidden. "What's that for? And what's happened to you?"
"I don't know! I woke up like this. I took a nap on my sofa and then this happened. There's no body that I could find. Has anyone said that I've died?"
"No. Last they heard, you went home from work yesterday. And the thing behind your back?" He gestured towards it once again, causing Regina to look down and scowl at her predicament not allowing her any privacy of hiding said object.
"It's that cup of life of yours." She held it up and shook it, then glanced inside. "There's nothing in it. Do I need to fill it with water or?" Bringing her gaze back to Gold, she watched as his lips pulled into a beaming smile and he doubled over in a fit of giggles that was very unlike him. "Really? You're going to laugh at me in a time like this? Gold, I'm desperate. This should be something you would eat up at the mere chance you could. Not laugh at me until I turn red!" And the aura around her had begun doing so, slowly changing into a purple shade that mixed with the blue before burning bright crimson as the anger boiled within her non-existent frame.
Slowly, he regained control over his emotions and brought himself back into a standing position then made his way over to her, hand lifting in the air and hovering just above her navel. "Do you walk through doors and walls? How much energy does it take to grab something? Or trash my back room?" His hand shot through her stomach and gripped the object behind her back. "How does that feel?" He knew how it felt to him, cold and buzzing like magic coursing from fingertips soon to be hurled in the direction of some unsuspecting victim. Only this engulfed his arm that was deep inside of her essence and caused a hum to release from his lips before he pulled it back, cup in hand. "And this is useless to you. The name doesn't carry it's uses well. It's not meant to bring life back to people but instead to add years onto it. Should I so feel they deserve such. You my dear, are in a much different predicament."
"Well, what can I do? It does take a specific amount of energy to hold things and trash things, yes." She chose to ignore his question about his arm being inside of her. "You're the knowledgeable one, right? The all and powerful Dark One? Help me! You have to know what this is and why it is. Right? Surely? or was it you?" The aura around her turned black, curdling and snapping out into the air as if it were parts of her and in most ways, it was. Her magic had stuck around in a much different form now that she had taken on this situation. "Did you do this to me?"
"No!" He snapped, whirling around and making his way towards a shelf, placing the cup in place on it before adding to his initial statement "Other than humor, why would I feel the need to make you completely useless to me?"
"How come you're the only one who can see me, then? Huh?" She asked, placing her hands on her hips, eyeing the back of her former mentor. It was the truth. She had screamed her head off all morning at everyone in Storybrooke, she had even tried to get Henry to notice her by writing on the chalk board in his classroom — it didn't work, it only freaked everyone out. She couldn't imagine why. It had been an adorable smiley face and a 'can you see me' with it. Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best thing to write at first...
"You think that I would have the answer to that when prior to finding you snooping in my possessions, I had no inkling of this situation you're in? Hmm?" Turning on the spot, he focused on his previous student and huffed, trying to stifle his laughter. "I have a few volumes on things such as this back at my manor. I'll see you there." With the flick of his wrist, he was engulfed in a plume of purple smoke. Once it cleared, he was gone.
"Really? Like you couldn't have helped me in that?" Turning on her heels, she headed in the direction of Gold's manor, walking through walls and everything else in her path. At least that was one thing that worked in her favor. Not to mention walking seemed more like gliding and didn't actually take any effort on her body, instead it only took from her mind which felt more like a really good stretch instead of a prodding or probing.