It was a beautiful day out, and 4 in the afternoon. Jade awoke feeling excited for what was to come. The sunlight filled her room. She didn't expect such sunny weather compared to the muggy sky from this morning.

Between the horrible weather and her hectic schedule of 4 guitar lessons and 1 voice, from 7 in the morning, she fell asleep into her nap with little effort. Now revived of a much needed nap, she woke up refreshed. Today was Thursday, her jogging day.

Bent over at her dresser, she rummaged through her third drawer, where she kept her active wear.

Let's see…Jacket…eh, not in the mood for a black jacket, something more fun and light. Oh…this is perfect! She threw the white fitted cotton jacket behind her, landing on her mattress.

Now for some pants… She took out a red pair of spandex cotton pants and threw it behind her as well.

Now for a tank…eh, to heavy, it hot, she thought, gripping a purple tank in her hand. She rummaged through the drawer more, quickly finding a simply sleeveless white tank. But then she saw something red…dare she? A red sports bra…Evan could have been walking around town, she would have loved to look good running into him. The sports bra it is!

"Oh my, I can be quite the whore when I want to be…" she laughed out loud to her opinion.

After brushing her teeth, hair, applying make-up and deodorant, she got on her outfit. She scrambled down to the kitchen, remembering her keys were on the counter. After she grabbed her keys, she walked past her front room, eyeing the sword. Being in an odd happy mood, she greeted it.

"Good afternoon, trusty sword."

She went out, locking the door behind her.

She began walking at a brisk pace for about 3 blocks, until she felt flexible enough to start jogging. Thoughts in her head began to string along.

"So…Bealfire…I mean, Evan knows? How would he know? How did he manage to deal with these drams all those years until he met me? What did he even feel when he saw me for the first time. That had to be quite startling…I wouldn't know how to handle seeing someone for the first time I dreamt about for a long time…

Jade reminisced at the time when they first saw each other at the shop, when he was coming in, she leaving. Come to think of it, she really didn't put in the extra thought into it at the moment. But he seemed to not simply look at her. He look at her in a different way, in new light…like an angel coming to save him, or how he seemed to be taken back, and so eager to know her, as if he was always expecting her to appear, yet he wasn't sure if she even existed.

She slowed her pace, realizing she didn't pay attention to her pulse, until her chest felt as if it was about to explode from the pressure. She was too distracted with analyzing to realize she was in pain. A habit she often did when working out.

"So, Evan knows about us, I to him. If he died by the hands of that evil man, then how in hell is he here? Then Henry…he shows me the book, helps me figure it out, well, to an extent. Then that sword mysteriously shows up on my doorstep. Evan knows the sword as well.

But what irks me is Mr. Gold's reaction…why would he act like he's never seen it before. Also, why did he seem so strange when I said that name…now, what was it? DAMN! I forgot already. I love how I can memorize 20 songs, and not remember a 4 syllable name. Ugh!"

Her thoughts were broken when she saw Mr. Gold walking down the sidewalk, his cane in his hand as usual. He stopped her.

"Hello Miss Miller, how are you feeling today?"

"I am fine, just blowing off some steam. You?"

"I closed the shop early, wanted to enjoy this lovely weather." She unzipped her jacket a bit, unintentionally revealing cleavage.

"Damn that temptress, always seducing me and not knowing!" His angry voice was back. It's been so long since he touched a woman, the way she looked, the things she wore, even the way she did the most simplest things, such as standing, even made it difficult for the man to restrain himself. That's what got her into the trouble in the first place with him, in their other life….lust.

"Mr. Gold, I am a hurry, but, I was wondering if you could stop by, I have this antique and I was wondering if you could tell me about it," she asked as she completely unzipped her light jacket, revealing her tight abs and her pert chest tightly supported in her sports bra top.

Mr. Gold wanted to slam his knuckles into the brick beside him, anything to distract himself from the urges he found himself containing.

"Yes, of course dearie. I know where you live as well…small town. People know everything about anyone." She shook her head, smiling.

"Ok, how about 7 pm?"

"Seven it is, Dear."

"Great, see you around, Mr. Gold." She took off running.

"hahaha, got you right where I want you, Mr. Gold."

6pm

After Jade showered and slipped into a simple off the shoulder, knee length dress, she ran downstairs when she heard the doorbell ring.

"It can't be him…he's not supposed to be here for an hour!"

She looked though the peep hole…no one! Then she felt the knocking again. Realizing the person was to short to be even seen through the hole, she opened up the door. It was Henry. But he didn't have his usual grin, his eyes looked blood shoot, his color drained from his face. He looked as if he was crying for a long time.

Jade held out her arms to embrace the sad child. He leaped into her, hugging her around her hips, his face on her waist.

"Henry, what is the matter? You look so upset. Where is Emma?" She wondered why he wouldn't go to her, he seemed to have a special bond with the officer she couldn't quite understand. He let the tears fall, nearly chocking sobs.

"She…she knows Miss Jade. She knows about you, that's why she fired you!" Jade swept back his shaggy bangs out of his face. Then she looked down.

"Know what Henry? Please…tell me." He looked up at her, his wet, glistening, eyes, blood vessels red and swollen and looking to be in pain.

"She knows you're her daughter, when she was the queen, and remembers you now. That's why she fired you. I miss you Miss Jade, along with Emma, you are all I have.

Jade knelt down, not sure how to comfort the sad boy. She just held him close, giving him a motherly hug, trying to balance and kneel on her boot heels.

"Henry…why don't you come into the kitchen, I just made some chocolate covered pretzels, and I can get you some milk to go with them. Let's talk in there, ok, cutie?" He nodded his head. Henry followed her to her kitchen, hopping on a bar stool. Jade assembled the small dipped pretzels into a smiley face pattern on the plate, knowing a gesture this small wouldn't ease the situation, but it was better than nothing.

Then she took a gallon of fat free milk out of her fridge, pouring some into a big glass, sprinkling some cinnamon on top. She took the two items and placed it in front of Henry. He let out a small grin when he saw the chocolate smiley face of pretzels grinning back at him. She gave him a loving pat on the head and sat across from him, slowly munching on a hand full of pretzels as well.

"Now Henry, take a breath, and tell me everything you can remember, ok?" After he swallowed a pretzel, then taking a sip of the milk, he began.

"I got my first lesson with my new teacher today." She nodded her head in interest.

"How was it?"

"He's nice, but he is kinda scary. His names Erik."

"How is he scary?"

"He's big, and tall. He doesn't seem to be kind either. He is very strict." Jade tried to not bite her lip down in frustration. She strongly believed patience was the fundamental of teaching. Everyone succeeded at different levels.

"Well, after Mr. Erik left, I told my mom I wanted you again as my teacher." He cringed, almost dropping the pretzel before he popped it into his mouth. She threatened to hit me if I spoke of you one more time. Jade threw her hand over her heart. She wondered what she could have possibly done to became slandered like that in their home.

"Go on," she kindly requested.

"Well, I asked my Mom why. She said it's "Grown up stuff," and for me to go away." Jade really wanted to slam her fist down in anger. No child ever, ever, should be told to go away by a parent, no matter what…especially this sweet little boy.

"I asked my mom again why I couldn't know. She just got up, and got ready to go out. She left…well, I thought she did. So I went into her room, I wanted to see if I could find a clue. I did, I found two of them." He took out two things, when Jade saw the two items on the table, she now had less color in her cheeks then Henry.

Out for display was a important looking document, and the necklace she sold to Mr. Gold nearly a month ago. "What the fuck is going on here?"

"She saw me in her room, I didn't hear her. She got mad, then she hit me!" Jade lost all interest in the two objects on her table when she saw the bruise on his temple. It broke her heart. She moved over to the other side of the table, giving him another hug.

"It's ok Henry, your safe here with me. You need to tell Emma she hit you. Children should never be so violently hit, what you experienced, you didn't deserve. If Emma isn't around, come find me. I will always be here for you. Ok?" Henry sighed, and then smiled. She looked back at the folded paper.

"Henry, what is that document anyway."

"You should see for yourself Miss Jade." Jade eagerly grabbed the paper, hesitant to open it. She had a feeling this document was life changing. Her suspicions were correct. It was paper work stating Regina Mills was her mother. It read: Birth information for Jade Ivy Mills

Born October 31st, 1985

Mother : Regina L Mills

D.O.B Feb 14th, 1969

Father: Unknown

Birthplace :Storybrook hospital.

Jade did the best she could not to slam the paper down on the tabletop. She didn't want to scare Henry. Her head was spinning. What…why?

So many questions spun through her mind…why didn't Regina look for her, she was way over 18 now. Why didn't Jade feel compelled to look for her mother? Why did she have to find out through this boy? How did Regina even get this document? She needed air, she was suffocating, having some sort of a anxiety fit.

"Henry, I have to get some air, I will be right back." She went out the sliding door, inhaling the summer breeze, nearly ripping her hair out, trying to fight back her tears. This was far from how she imagined it would be like, reuniting with her parents.

After a few minutes of collecting her thoughts, and taking in much needed deep breathes. She calmed down, she needed to stay sane. Henry needed her. Calm and collected, she went back into her home.

The doorbell rang…it had to be Mr. Gold.

She took out her phone, giving it to Henry.

"Henry…Mr. Gold is here, I will explain everything. I need you to hide, ok? Take my phone, and call for help…call for Emma, if you need to. Hide in my bedroom, it's upstairs, to the right. OK? Can you do that for me?" Henry looked at her confused, wanting to ask so many question, but he did as she asked, running up the stairs to her room, phone in hand.

She quickly took the paper and necklace; shoving it into the nearest thing she could find…her owl cookie jar. Then she opened the door. An older man with a cane, dressed perfect as usual, dark magenta silk shirt, tie, and in a black suit, leaning on a cane.

"Hello Mr. Gold," she greeted. "Won't you please come in."

"Oh no, the pretzels!" The smiley face pattern would indicate a child was around. She looked back towards the kitchen, they were…missing? She tried not to utter a smile realizing Henry really did like those things. That little bugger managed to sneak them, stealthy little one he is…

Jade tried to get herself to speak, feeling so intimidated from Mr. Gold marveling at her as usual, with a small pleased smirk on his face.

"You look mesmerizing as always, Jade."

"Thanks," was all she could say.

"Mr. Gold…there was something that was bothering me…I want you to prove me wrong."

She took him by the hand, then she quickly stopped, feeling a vision popping in her mind, only him and that sword somehow brought those dreaded visions on.

"You felt it…didn't you dearie?" She heard his voice speak to her, not Mr. Golds…the monsters. She turned around back to Mr. Gold, startled.

"Ugh…no, I didn't," she answered him. He looked confused, brow raised.

"Didn't what, dearie?"

"You didn't ask me a question?"

"No…you must be hearing things." She nodded, turning around to lead him.

"Yes, I guess I was hearing things". Mr. Gold smirked at her back; he did push that voice in her mind. Oh, how fun it was to mess with her in this life as well.

They stopped when they were in the front room, she pointed at the sword on the wall. There was a reason she dressed in one of her shortest dresses, she would do whatever she needed, to persuade him to give her information.

She pointed to the sword.

"I want you to tell me about that thing. I know it was yours, I know you had for years. Don't ask me, where I got the info, but why do I have it? I went to your shop, and asked you, you…lied to me. Now, tell me why."

Jade sat on the edge of her couch, legs crossed. He looked at her legs, admiring how those thigh high boots flattered them so well. He snapped back to her eyes when she spoke again.

"I have all day Mr. Gold. Then I have another question for you." He laughed lightly, looking down at her.

"Jade…you know the answer. You told me yourself…that is your sword."

"Maybe I am not making myself clear, why did you send this thing to me?"

"You needed to know," he simply stated.

"Know what?" She got up after her question, standing beside him this time.

"You know what you saw Jade, accept it."

"I can't accept it, Mr. Gold. You have no idea how that thing frightens me!" If only he could fathom how much she wanted to strike him at the moment.

"I want to know why you kept this, and then sent it to me! I can tell…you know something, and damn it, I'm entitled to find out, NOW!

He turned towards her, almost so close…

"I always did like that about you Jade."

"What?" He skimmed his long slender finger down her bare shoulder, and then looked back up at her.

"How you always took charge, getting what you want. You don't do it so well in this life, but, it's still there."

He looked up at it, then back to her, with a sinister grin. He leaned in and kissed her, pulling her in, not letting her out. Visions of her in the forest with him, attempting to attack him after he kissed her, the other time when she ran to grab it on her way out after he cursed her.

Then he let her go, still smiling. For a moment, she saw his old self, quickly fading away back to his newer form.

"I could remind you again, my dear. I'd be delighted to. I kept it for years; it was after all, a possession of a woman I loved very much. Now that she's back again, I wanted to return it to its rightful owner."

He laughed again.

"Now what do you have to say about that?" His eyes bored through her. Her anger seethed.

"Mr. Gold…what's your name," she said, changing the subject. Now she knew what she was dealing with, these weren't simple dreams at all. This was her past life, and that sword was solid proof.

"Silly girl, you know it, you just said it…Mr. Gold."

"No, that's your last name. Your first name… why haven't I known it by now? You kissed me twice already; don't you think I'm entitled to know your first name by now?" He looked at her, slyer then a fox. Oh, how he loved to watch her squirm!

"I am pretty sure you know it by now Dearie." She shifted her weight around, this game exhausted her.

"You know it, you said it, or did you already forget," he teased. Her fists closed, firmly at her sides.

"I may…I may not…now what is your bloody name!" Jade remembered what happened when they kissed.

In a rage, she stepped in, closing the distance between them, planting her mouth on top of his, grasping his hair in her hands. Attacking him in the most intimate way. Her vision of holding Baelfires dead body in her arms, exploding in her mind, screaming wrath and vowing to kill the monster and her master…Rumplestiltskin. She ripped her mouth from his. She looked at him, both catching their breath, both from surprise.

"No…no way in hell, no. That cannot be your name."

As calm and collected Mr. Gold often was, he wanted to beat the sense into her with his cane. She staggered back, nearly stumbling.

"Why do these thoughts, visions, memories, what-ever they are, happen when I come into contact with you and that sword?

"Aha-tsk-tsk, one question at a time dearie," he said, sending shivers down her spine.

"The only two names I can think of…you would find me a lunatic if I told you," she replied.

"Oh, I can be pretty open minded," he said seductively. She stomped her foot on the ground, so hard the action hiked up her skirt. Obviously, it was noticed by Mr. Gold.

"I am as well, but I will not be contributing to an answer", she said, as she yanked her hem back down.

"It's your name, now tell me…what is it!" He walked up to her, caressing her cheek with the palm of his hand.

"You shouldn't command me dearie, it is a dangerous game to do, especially with someone such as I." She swallowed down the rage.

"I am not afraid of games…especially one with the heart, if you can recall."

He looked at her, for a moment, that tone, the way she leaned in, looking at him firmly without blinking, her eyes so dark for an instant, it was as if the old Jade possessed her body. Mr. Gold grabbed her playfully by the neck, bringing his face near hers, inches between them.

"Say it," he said through gritted teeth.

"No," she refused.

"I…dare…you."

"Never."

"Please," it sounded more like a deadly threat then a request.

"Dark one," she whispered.

"That's acceptable my pretty little Jade, but, not my actual name. I'm pretty confident the other is the correct answer."

"No…it can't be what I'm thinking of." He grabbed her close, leaning his forehead on her, closing his eyes.

"Allow me to help you…you said it to me before you ran out of my shop." She couldn't endure the madness anymore.

"Rumplestiltskin," she uttered.

"Good girl." He leaned back, giving her air.

"Now, for your next question…it's because you belong to me, that sword belonged to you. And when I say you belonged to me…if was wonderful, in a way, you still do."

"And how," she asked, sounding skeptical.

Remember the dream where I put a curse on you, because you betrayed me?" Dread filled Jade's chest when she realized he knew she did dream it, and how she quickly recalled.

"Yes."

"Well, that is why you can't love anyone. You might as well stick to me. Nothing can be done, if there was, I wouldn't even fix it. I can be such the selfish man. There you go, dearie. Now, I'd love to stick around more, but there is work to be done. I have vendors itching to pay me to borrow my land for a day at the fair." He strolled off to the door.

Something evil took over Jade, she felt brave and so confident.

"Oh, that works out for me Rum, I have to go shopping for a dress. Seeing one of the best bachelors in town is going to be my date at the Harvest fest…goes by the name is Evan Gilt…does that ring a bell?" He gripped his cane so hard, his knuckles etched white.

She laughed as the door slammed shut. Her self-amusement and mental victory ceased when she saw a shocked Henry walking down the stairs.

"So…he's Rumplestiltskin," he simply asked.

"Yep, he is Henry. I think I figured out the rest of the ripped out page in your book."

"What do you think it would say?"

"Rumplestiltskin killed my true love, and I was forever his prisoner." He shook his head in disappointment.
"That doesn't sound like a very happy ending, Ms. Jade."

"No cutie, sometimes happy endings don't exist for certain people." She thought about Evan.

"Sometimes, we have to make our own happy endings." She led him to the front door.

"Now…lets go find Emma."

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