Alright Dearies...new material. Alot of flashbacks. Go on, rip me to shreds, or commend me on the reviews. Reviews motivate me...Thank you for reading, and enjoy!

RIIIINNNNGGG! RIIIIINNNGGG! Jade was woken up in the early morning, to be six am exact, by her doorbell. Being she usually, slept in the nude she scrambled around to find her robe, slipping it on, then running down the stairs to the front door. "Why can't people knock? What I'd give to live in the past when doorbells didn't exist!"

RIIIIIINNNGGG! RIIIIINNNNGGGG! DING-DONG!

"I'm coming…QUIT WITH THE FUCKING BELL! She was not one to be woken up early in the morning. By the time she got to the door, she heard footsteps scamper off her lawn. Furiously, she opened the door, hoping to have an ass to kick. No one insight! But there was something left behind by her instigator. A very long, big box, had to be 8 inches wide, and almost 3 and half feet long to be exact.

"What in hell is this, it can't be from my coffee of the month club, I wouldn't know what to do with all that coffee…did I win something from them? I really hope that's not coffee, so…much…coffee."

While holding her robe shut, it was a challenge to pick up the parcel; it had to be about 12 pounds.

"What in hell is in this box?" Curiosity possessed her, she ran into her house, box in arm, almost forgetting to shut the door.

Immediately after throwing it on her table, she looked for a knife. Jade opened it, amazed at its contents…

The most beautiful sword she'd ever laid her eyes upon. Long, thick blade, barely a scratch, the handle was etched in a filigree pattern, a design she fancied. Encrusted on the tips of the handle were small black sapphires. What chilled her to the bone was, her name "Jade," was etched onto the right side of the handle, along with a scripture on the blade that read "To forget love, is to forget a life and try again." Something in white was tucked in the corner of the box. She took it out. Someone's elegant cursive was on the note, it read "Here is something you've had long ago, I thought you could use it for inspiration, my lovely songbird. Sincerely, you're Muse." She looked around, paranoid to see if the "gifter" was watching her through the windows. She appreciated having a few fans here and there…but this was all too strange. But then her thoughts drifted elsewhere…she's seen this sword somewhere…the storybook! Was this some sort of sick joke?

She carefully lifted it, it was so cold to the touch, a unusual thing for a hot day. She took it out, feeling a familiar urge, something of de'javu, as if she was powerful and invincible. Suddenly she felt compelled to hold on the nearest chair with her hand, as if she needed to steady herself. Visions filled her head, visions she never seen before; her running through the forest, in an elegant black velvet dress and a leather corset, green cloak in her arm, her hair billowing behind her, Rumplestiltskin's laugh in the background, the queen, who looked like Ms. Mills,, glaring at her, going back to Jade, as if she was out of body, a vision of her, tears in her eyes, those monstrous ogres, then emerging into a large castle, seeing that man again, this Rumplestiltskin, her speaking to him, her mouth moving, then him grasping her arms, the power running through her veins, her in a castle, then in the forest again, a man around her age, known as Baelfire, putting a ring on her finger, kissing her, leaving, then Rumplestiltskin emerging into the picture, taking her for a small dance, cornering her, kissing her, running his hands in her hair so possessively…her visions stopped when she dropped her sword. A loud, clattering thud, hitting her wooden floor. She jumped back, nearly falling on her back. Panic driven tears, streaming down her face.

"What is going on!" Her alarm went off upstairs. She frowned. As much as she wanted to go see Henry Mills for his lesson, she desired sleep. All thanks to that loud, obnoxious stranger trespassing, she lost a good hour.

Jade planned to not touch the sword until she was about to leave.

After she jumped out of the shower and styled her hair, she slipped on a off the shoulder, violet top, then her jeans, tucking them into her boots. She felt the oddest urge to show Henry this sword. Maybe he would tell her who's behind this joke. It was a small town after all, he probably was friends with students she already taught. Kids are cunning little beings…

Standing at the table, she opened a large guitar case. She felt the visions and reveries attempt its way back within as she threw the weapon in the case. She hesitated at first, to even touch the container. Finally, she grasped the closed case, checking her watch with the other hand. She really had to get going.

The Mills's house

Jade did her best to keep a critical eye to Henry, but she was so conflicted with thoughts. She felt so guilty about it as well. "Am I going crazy? Am I so bored with my life, which I am creating this imaginary past? Why would I? Life has been hard, but not enough to get some sort of a post traumatic disorder. I wonder if it runs on my genes…oh God. I really should concentrate on him, I hope he doesn't notice. Those visions, I am sure I was awake, I couldn't have been dreaming, I can't be that much of a zombie in the morning. Who in hell would even think to drop such an item off at my doorstep? Why in hell was Evan in my head like that, in that get up, the pelts and suede, that sword, why would he propose to me? Who was that freighting man…he looked a lot like…Mr. Gold?"

"Miss Jade!" She snapped out of her moment when Henry called her.

"Yes Henry?" He put down his violin, and then looked at concerned.

"Are you ok…you look, scared. Do you need a hug?"

"Your a sweetie, you know that," she replied

"No Henry," she continued- it's grown up stuff"

"I am not a grown up, but I may be able to help." Jade wanted to laugh at herself, student offering help to the teacher. She felt awkward discussing her personal business with this young boy. Right away she changed the subject.

"Henry, remember that pretty book you showed me?" His eyes lit up.

"Yep!"

"Well, I'd like to show you something…it looks like the sword, I figured you would find it interesting being you're a young boy who likes adventures." Jade leaned in to grab the guitar case, placing it on the coffee table in front on him. Opening it up, she heard a gasp from him as she revealed the sword.

"That's Princess Jade's sword! I mean, your sword!" "Oh, that poor boy, still fixed with that idea…"

"Can I hold it?" Jade looked around, and then checked her watch. She'd hate to have Regina come in, seeing her son holding a deadly weapon.

"Yes, but be careful! Grab it by the handle." Henry eagerly grasped his small hand on the handle, in awe as he completely dragged it upwards out of the case. He inspected every fine detail, the he decided to get the book, to compare the sword. He offered it back to Jade, telling her his plan. Jade grabbed it, shaking, quickly dropping it in the case. "What on earth…" she thought. She looked back at Henry.

"What's wrong Miss Jade, did you see something?" She gulped, not sure how to handle this game of her's anymore with her favorite student. It seemed fun, but now it was just damn right scary.

"Henry, do not judge me, ok?" He shook his head, assuring her he won't.

"I get these visions…it has to do with what you told me. But they don't make much sense." She paused her speaking when she watched him take the sword out again.

"Who did you see," he asked.

"Well, you may find this hilarious…possibly Mr. Gold, but not how he usually looks, he looked, scary…and diffidently his nephew was involved.

"Evan," Henry asked. "How does he know Evan," she thought. She told him about running through the forest, in her castle, describing how the Rumplestiltskin look, and about Baelfire, that ring. She couldn't get over how Henry was so amused.

"Doesn't that women give this poor boy any attention," she thought to herself, watching Henry having so much fun listening to her.

"Miss Jade…you said you kissed this Baelfire, who looks like Mr. Gold's assistant, and you seemed happy?" She nodded her head.

"Yes…why do you ask?" He touched the sword.

"Maybe he's the prince to rescue you, maybe it's" he laughed, even as a nice boy like it him, this was to fluffy for him to say, "a true loves kiss, you know, how characters are awaken at the end of the story." Jade laughed.

"You have too much of a imagination…like all great musicians." She rolled her eyes in a comedic manner.

"So, I guess I will just have to kiss Evan Gilt huh, help me break my spell?" She giggled.

"Yeah, I think you should," he agreed.

"I wonder how Mr. Gold plays in this problem, I am curious to know who he was, if he was anyone", Henry mentioned.

"Maybe he was Rumplestilitskin, he loves making deals, and he owns a pawnshop," Jade joked. Henry and she laughed. "He could pass for a Rumplestiltskin in my mind," she added.

"It wouldn't be hard for you to kiss him, people talk in this town," he began. She poked him in the shoulder.

"Spill little boy." she joked.

"Evan really likes you; he thinks your sooooo perfect! He always asks about you." Jade looked at him stunned.

"When did this happen?"

"At the diner the other day, when Emma, oh, the sheriff took me out to lunch," he answered.

"Well, that is news I didn't know." She looked at his violin.

"Ok young man, we have some music to do…I feel like I am the most horrible teacher right now." She laughed as Henry picked up his violin.

After he finished his song, and Jade filled out his quarterly report for his mother, she looked at him.

"Nice job Henry, as usual, well done. Unfortunately, we are coming to a close. She closed up the guitar case.

"If you ever want to talk about your operation Cobra, or look at this sword, you are welcome to stop by, ok? Just tell your Mom where you're going, alright?

"Yes Miss Jade." She patted him on the head.

Mayor Mills OFFICE (just for fun, do the Ding Ding Ding thing like on CSI) lol

The mayor looked up, almost started. Mr. Gold stood in front of her desk.

"Mr. Gold, what can I do for you?"

"Hello my queen…" She clenched her jaw, she hated when he addressed her with her former salutation that usually was followed with a problem.

"I have come to bring you a gift…and I want you to open it, I want to see your smile," he said in a menacing tone in his voice. Her rival placed a small red jewelry box on her desk. She tried to remain as calm as she could, this was not going well…

Regina eyed him suspiciously, taking the small lid off, placing it on her desk. The necklace Jade sold him laid neatly inside on the white silk. She realized it was hers, from when she was the Queen of their other realm.

"Where in hell did you get this?" Mr. Gold laughed; he almost wanted to dance at her response to his vengeance. But, he remained graceful, simply standing there, leaning on his cane.

"From your daughter, you stupid woman." Glaring at him, so confused, she spoke.

"I don't have a daughter." He snickered.

"See, I put a spell on you long ago, to have you forget. I guess it still works! Good for me."

"Are you mad, Mr. Gold? I will say it again, I have no daughter," she exclaimed, denial in her tone.

"tsk, tsk, tsk, I know you do. Jade Ivy…she ran away from you. She cared for her sister more then you, and you were her very own mother…makes me wonder how well your parenting skills were…now, touch the pendant, you will remember." She glared at him.

"I don't have to obey you-", she started. Malice in his eyes, he commanded her.

"Touch the pendant, you vile stubborn woman…please!" She remembered that deal they made so long ago, carried into their next life. She did as he commanded. Some memories filled her mind; her as a young queen in a silver dress, hair pleated high up on her head, holding a dark haired newborn, a king walking away from them, a little girl with fair skin and black hair, standing before the queen looking at her new sister. Remembering, looking into her baby's eyes. Her thoughts,"Finaly, someone to love me in return, my very own precious, beautiful child, what shall I name her? Those eyes, so beautiful, just like two round stones…and the ivy on the castle walls…I will name you Jade Ivy. A beautiful name fit for a beautiful green eyed princess as you. My sweet, darling, Jade Ivy." Tears of happiness fell down the queen's flawless tan complexion.

Then she remembered her growing up, into a beautiful kind hearted woman, as the queen aged into a vile one full of hatred in her heart, detesting everyone in her life but her father.

Her last, important memory followed. Jade walking into her chambers as she looked into the mirror, the two women exchanging hateful words to one another, then the Princess leaving…forever. Then the next day, the Queen woke up, as if it was a normal day.

Regina woke out of her trance, smacking the necklace to the floor.
"GET OUT," she screamed. Mr. Gold laughed as he turned away to leave. Regina took a vase of tulips off her desk and whipped it at the closing door, footsteps and the tapping of the cane fading away in the hall. Something dawned on her…Jade Ivy was Jade Miller. Her son's music teacher.