OK WARNING...FLUFF CHEESY WARNING! By the way, I want to apologize for my errors I fixed, the facts, OOC's, and who's who's Babydaddys. lol. While, or after you comment, please put in your vote, I have a good assumption youd like to win here...ahem..."Mr. Hot Pants ". Put in Evan or Gold. I feel like im making Evan look like a pussy in Storybrooke life...but, it's my story, and im progressing him. I feel more intact with grown up Baelfire. Yeah, let me know who you want to win. Thanks you! Enjoy! OH, I want to thank my best helpers, Squirmberry, LIfewatcher, Theslytherin wolf, and Anscombe. You want your name in the heading as well, my Inbox is open! :) Mr. Gold may get some booty in a future chapter...just might. Oh, the song is not mine, it is by The Cival Wars, a beautiful pair with pure talent. The song tittle is falling. Has nothing really to do with the story, it was just so beautiful I have to incorporate it in something.

Baelfire was out hunting today. It seemed so lonely in this forest. It's been almost a decade since he left his father. Often, he wondered if Rumplestiltskin was still the evil being that drew him away. Every day got easier, but still to this day it was somewhat of a difficulty. All of these stressful thoughts, making everything to difficult.

Baelfire knelt down in the trees, ready to aim his arrow…then he heard something…a women, singing? He tried to follow it, it was in the distance hoping the source of the voice was in obtainable reach. That beautiful high alto voice. He decided he would rather hunt down the voice instead of the deer. He wasn't very hungry and still had leftover's in his cottage.

Haven't you seen me sleep walking...

Cause I've been holding your hand
Haven't you noticed me drifting?
Oh let me tell you, I am?"

He crept in close, as discreetly as he could behind the trees.

Tell me it's nothing
Try to convince me
That I'm not drowning
Oh let me tell you, I am
Please, please tell me you know
I've got to let you go
I can't help falling out of love with you

Why am I feeling so guilty?

Why am I holding my breath?

Worried about everyone but me

And I just keep losing myself

Tell me it's nothing

Try to convince me

That I'm not drowning

Oh let me tell you, I am

He finally saw her emerge into view, her back to him, singing to herself. It was that woman he met yesterday. It was a luxury to hear some form of another human besides him.

Please, please tell me you know
I've got to let you go
I can't help falling out of love with you

Won't, won't you read my mind?
Don't you make me lie here
And die here

Please, please tell me you know
I've got to let you go
I can't help falling out of love with you
With you
Haven't you noticed? I'm sleepwalking.

She took a breath, and then remained silent, picking up her stride.

"Jade?" She heard him call her voice. She turned around, and then took her hand off her sword. He didn't seem to threatening to her.

"Oh, hello Baelfire." She was hoping he didn't hear her singing.

"Your voice is beautiful. It was nice to hear it." She blushed.

"Oh, thank you. I…do it so I don't go mad from boredom." He smiled. He offered his arm to hers, slowing his stride.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Dinner," he replied.

"I see. I was just taking a walk, I tried to relax for a day, but it's too hard! I cannot sit still." She looked down at his belt, and eyed his sword.

"Your sword…where did you get it?" He wondered why she asked such a random question, but he remembered she had one as well.

"A man in the village, well, this one at least. Where did you get yours?"

"Same as you, " Jade replied.

"May I see it," he asked. Jade was reluctant to hand her only weapon to a man she just met, but he didn't seem to mean any harm. She took it out, giving it to him, handle first. He admired the silver handle, etched with a filigree pattern; her name was tightly woven into the elegant lines. Black jewels were on the handle as well. It was light, yet so sharp, as if it was made for a woman."

"How much did you pay for this thing, it's so well crafted, and why would you need one?" He looked at her, amused. She blushed. After she put her sword back, she looked up at him though her eyelashes.

"I…it was for a spool of gold." Dread filled Baelfire's chest. How did she, where did she, even obtain a spool of gold? The only person he knew was his father. That's when he had an urge to look at her eyes, was she a evil witch or sorceress with powers. He hoped she aquirred this spell from her family. She seemed so kind, an evil woman couldn't act like that. He decided on a tactic.

"Jade, you have something in your hair…mind if I?" She stood still. He brushed her hair back, and took a quick glance at her eyes…she was evil. So much finding an innocent woman to talk to.

Her heart fluttered then seemed to explode into a million pieces when he simply touched her hair. She wanted more. Why was she so into him so heavily?

"Excuse me if I am coming off to nosy but…are you a witch," he asked.

"No Baelfire, I am farthest from that." She knew what he was implying when he looked at her.

" I come from evil blood, but I will not stoop down to that." He smiled, the gestured her to keep walking, he put his arm around behind her waist in a gentle man like manner.

"Do you mind if I walk with you?" Jade felt ecstatic when he asked to be with her, but she did her best to hide it.

"No, I'd like it actually." She glanced up at him quickly, he met her gaze. She laughed and turned back.

"Is something wrong Jade?"

"No…I am sorry about being so bold, your just so handsome I had to look twice." She giggled.

"Thank you…I think that way when I look at you as well." Jade couldn't believe how honest and sincere he was.

"Tell me, where did you get this…gold spool?"

"I…I make it…I make gold," she said.

"Interesting…I have heard of someone who makes gold…but he isn't as interesting and lovely as you." She playfully jabbed him in the arm.

"Oh you…stop it!" she laughed.

"Who is this dull and homely man you speak of," she asked.

"Rumplestiltskin, have you heard of him?" It was hard to pretend he was speaking of the man, as if he was a mere stranger, that raised him. But he didn't want to scare her off with his association.

"Yes…he gave me the power." His walking suddenly felt like trudging…what on earth was she doing with him? What compelled her to make a deal?

"I…he gave me this power for a very valuable piece of information. From sources I heard his home was going to be under attack…so I made a plan, and here I am." He looked at her from the side, bewildered. Baelfire hoped she didn't see his expression.

"You're very brave then. I have met him, and I do my best to stay out of his way." Jade felt like it was none of her business to ask, yet she was so curious.

"Did he…hurt you?"

"No…but he scared me pretty well," he said with a full truth.

"I see. That's odd, he visits me sometimes." Jade felt like she revealed too much, but she only wanted to prolong her time with her new friend.

He stopped and blocked her way. He cupped her face in his rough hands. It was hard to tell this sweet woman what to do. But he couldn't live with himself if he didn't help her protect herself.

"Jade…please don't offer anything else to him…he is a dangerous man. I'm assuming he's been kinder to you, but, please, don't provoke him. I know you just met me, but you have to trust me." He let go and they continued walking.

"How often does he visit you?"

"Well, he did a week ago. Iv'e been hearing his voice here and there. I hate to admit it, but I think I hear him speak to me when I am trying to sleep. He doesn't hurt me …exactly."

Baelfire wanted to offer her to stay at his home, but he didn't want to be tracked down either.

"Do you know why he can find me," she asked.

"I believe it's because, once you make a deal, he can track you down. He didn't tell you, did he?" She shook her head.

"No." Then she looked up at Baelfire. "Did you make a deal with him?"

"No, I will die before I have to succumb to the likes and mercy of him, I wished I met you sooner Jade, I could have helped prevent this mess."

"It's alright…my fate is sealed and I have accepted it."

The two walked in silence for a good half mile, yet they had so many questions for each other. Not sure to ask of not.

A wolf howl rang out. He jumped behind Jade and grabbed her, like when they first met. It was hard for her to hold herself firm. feeling so safe in his arms, she wanted to melt to his touch.

"Don't be afraid of the wolves, I'll walk you home until your safe." She laughed.

"Baelfire, I appreciate it, but…can you kindly let go of me, so we can get moving?"

"Oh, my bad…sorry."

"It's quite all right," she said.

"Where is your home anyway, I want to see how much farther we have," he asked.

"Um…I don't have one at the moment. Iv'e been staying at Inn's. There's one up a mile, if it's too far, I understand."

"No, I will walk you there and make sure your safe."

They had such a good time conversing with each other. Their last mile passed by quickly.

Jade stood in front of her door, not sure what to say. Baelfire was at a standstill, just looking down at her.

"Well…I hope I run into you again. Where are you heading to next," he asked.

"Probably north... I just bought a spindle wheel, I need a good place to stay for a few days, need to make some more gold. Going to finally find a home."

"Well-" he took her hand in his, then kissed it upturned.

"It was so nice to meet you, I wished this night would continue…"

"Me to…but I am so tired." She laughed then looked up. She saw him clearly now, the weakness in his dark, beautiful eyes. He seemed to be entranced. He stepped in closer. He didn't realize what he was even doing.

"Are you sure you will be safe…alone, I can stay here with you," he offered. Jade still looked up at him. She wanted him to stay, he wanted to be around her. They both were very lonely individuals. But it seemed loneliness was not the case her, it was something stronger… true love perhaps? But they just met each other, yet as they spoke the whole way to each other, they felt they were friends for a lifetime.

"Im, not so-" Jade was cut off when his lips were on hers. She grabbed him closer, returning his kiss. She rested her hand on his back , while the other opened the door behind her. They walked to her bed, almost in a slow agonizing dance, falling back onto it, not even missing a beat.

The thing they felt tonight, besides lust and loneliness, was the old bittersweet curse…True love.