Evan was about to walk out of the room. Something, more of, someone stopped him. He felt a death tight grip around his wrist. He turned looked at the older man, then to his grasp.

"Uncle Rodger…please, you're freaking out, it's ok!" Mr. Gold quickly blinked, glaring up at the man a few inches taller than him.

Through gritted teeth and an angry expression, he said, "it's Papa, not Uncle…Papa! I know it's hard to adjust, but you will see soon enough."

Evan didn't know what to do. He felt pity on this man, the man who always helped him, and was there for him. The man who would answer his door at 3 in the morning, at the times Evan would need a protector, from his abusive guardians, or when he needed to talk to someone. This crazy man was always around, and now he was the one Evan had to run from. Everything seemed to unravel at the moment for the two men.

"I…I need to get out of here, I have to go do something, I'll come back…I promise. Okay?" Evan tried to make it as casual as he could, careful not to provoke the lunatic.

Mr. Gold still held his sad and angry gaze. He then nodded his head in disagreement. He yanked Evan forward, he stumbled towards the back wall nearly cracking a display case. Mr. Gold made his way to the door.

"Bae my boy…my sweet and one and only boy…I need you to stay here…with me…your Papa." Mr. Gold's lips twisted into an evil grin.

"What the hell? Are you crazy!" Evan looked at him as if he was a lunatic.

"I will come back, don't worry-" Evan saw the door slam shut, Mr. Gold on the other side. Evan's heart skipped a beat when he heard the lock click in.

"I will take care of you! That's what a father does…takes care of his son," Mr. Gold's voice slightly muffled from the other side of the door.

Evan took a deep breath, not sure how to handle this man. He didn't have the heart to hurt him, but he needed to do something!

"By the way my boy, I am going to the diner, I will bring you back your favorite…a burger with everything, and a side of fries, with some tea. I will be back shortly, make yourself comfortable. Good bye my boy!"

Evan's eyes bulged as soon as he ran to the door, furiously pounding away.

"LET ME OUT…PLEASE PA, LET ME OUT! YOU CAN'T LOCK ME IN HERE! PLEASE! I NEED TO LEAVE!" Struggling to hear though his gasps and the pounding pulse in his head…nothing. He was utterly alone in this place. Never in this home had he felt like a prisoner, until now.

"I could call someone…but the man is crazy, he has a gun in every room, itching to use anyone as target! What if he comes back?

" Evan yanked hard on the knob, it was secure and locked. Looking at the door, he nearly ripped his hair out. This door was built to keep something, or someone in. No locks on the other side, only the outside. Damn these old homes!

Suddenly his phone rang. He sighed. "Good, maybe the lunatic came to his senses." He wanted to sob when he saw it was an unknown number.

"Hello…this is Evan?" It was Mary-Margrette on the other line.

"Wait…what? No…are you freaking serious? Please…is she ok? Oh, just a few stiches…I can't believe she lost so much blood….you found her…with the sheriff? Oh, thank you! So you found my number in her phone? Ok…ok, good. How am I doing…eh…well see! She's there all night? Oh, alright. I will come, and what room? 136? Ok. Good-bye Mary Margrette, thanks." He hit "end call" on the screen, quickly shoving it back into his jeans.

"Ok…the woman I love is in the ER…out cold. My "papa" lost his marbles. I am locked in here. I gotta do something!

Evan searched the corners of the room, looking for something he could use as an axe into the door. Nothing…only old tattered clothes, shoes, and drawings. He then realized something…

"Uh…Duh! I'm a fucking handyman!" He rolled his eyes, wanted to slap himself in the head. Realizing he had on his tool belt from a job earlier. The supplies were limited, but they were enough. He brought out a chisel, and then a pen out of his pocket.

He focused on the hinge. Using the pen tip, he touched it to the hinge, and then used the chisel as a mallet.

"CHINK…CRACK!" Evan smiled when he saw the rod shot up. He eagerly grabbed it, yanking it out.

He then did it to the other, finally maneuvering the hinge. He gave the door a good kick. It tilted, opening just enough for his to drag towards him.

After it was half way open, he dashed out of the room, running through the hall, down the stairs, out of the lawn, into his car. He started it, nearly skidding out of the long driveway, driving as if his life depended on it all the way to the hospital.

At the hospital

Evan stood at the counter more anxious than ever. Before he could say a word, the receptionist met him on the other side.

"What can I do for you sir?" Evan caught his breath, and then spoke.

"Room 137,or…Jade Miller."

"Um Sir, only family can see the patients, what is you relation…sorry, I am just doing my job, I can see your upset." Evan smiled, he was going to say it anyway, even if he would never really have the title.

"I am her husband," he said as he flashing another quick smile. It made him feel so great saying that simple salutation.

"Oh, alright then, the room is to your right, would you like me to show you-" Evan interrupted her as we walked off, his voice bouncing off the white empty walls in the hall.

"No Thank you, I appreciate the help Miss, take care!"

"Jade-Jade-Jade-Jade-Jade-my Jade", was all he could absentmindedly say to calm him down. He wanted to run, he wanted to fly, walking down that small hall seemed like an eternity. All he wanted to see was those 3 numbers.

He nearly stumbled as he turned too barged into her room…startling the two woman standing near her bed, the Sheriff and Mary-Margrette.

Before he could say anything, all of the tension, anger, fear, and anxiety melted away, all the emotions emerging into one…sorrow. He watched her sleep peacefully; her eyes were closed, her lush, dark lashes resting on her cheeks, a flush to her usual light beige complexion, her long auburn hair, so vibrant with the red flecks bouncing off the light, veiled all around her pillow and shoulders. At the moment, she truly did seem like a sleeping beauty.

He tore his gaze from his true love to the two woman standing there, staring at him.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners? Mary-Margrette, Sherriff, Hi there." He stood there, running his fingers through his hair, not sure what to say next

"Um…how long was she out for?" He looked over at Mary Margrette, considering she called him. She was at a loss for words, looking out into space, stricken with sadness. Now looking over at the Sheriff, she bagan to speak.

"Since we brought her in, I would say an hour ago. The doctor checked her out and ran tests. They all were fine. She isn't in a coma, no concusions. She did get into full blown shock. The odd thing is, that we all can't figure out, nothing will wake her up, not even smelling salts. But…she appears to be fine, it's like she's in a deep sleep of some sort."

"Thanks Sheriff," Evan said.

"When did you you see her last, Evan?"

She, well, I don't know how to say this, but the last time I saw her, she was at my Uncle's house. I guess they got into a horrible fight. I have no idea what over though."

The lovely sherriff shook her head confused. She then spoke to him.

"Well, Mary-Margrette and I were just taking a walk on my break, and we saw her walking towards us, she had this blank stare, as if she didn't even know she was walking." The sheriff looked at her with pity, then back at Evan.

"We ran over to her, on our way, she just stopped. I asked her what happened. She was bleeding out of her wrist. She muttered your uncle's name before passing out. I went to get my car while she watched over Jade. But I am wondering now…what happened when you saw her last?"

He hesitated as he bent back down to her. He reached over, playing with her hair. He did his best to hold himself together; he needed to talk to Emma. It was a challenge at the moment to speak, with the tears he held back.

"Like I said Sheriff, she ran down the stairs, said hello to me, kissed me, and told me that my Uncle and she had a disagreement, and it was ok now. I went upstairs, and…and-" He looked down at the ground, not even sure how to subtly disclose the information he had. It was to odd.

"She…she tied him up." He looked over at the two. Emma's eyes wide, Mary-Margrette's brows raised. He continued.

"Yeah..I know. But after she quickly left, I went upstairs, that's when I discovered he was restrained. At first, he seemed very out of it. Like she said something to shake him down to his core. He almost looked…traumatized. He asked me for his cane, I gave it to him, and then he looked calm? He asked me to come see something, like it was a normal day. It was a room he always locked up. I blacked out, woke up. In guess he caught my fall, he helped me back up when I awoke."

"Then something happened, he started going on and on about how I was his son, and how he missed me, and I will be protected forever, how I should stay away from Jade. Um…he locked me in a room. He thinks I'm still there. Then last thing I heard from him, he was going to the diner to grab dinner for us, and he said he would be back. I had a struggle getting out of his home, but then, when I heard she was in trouble…it was all the motivation I needed."

Mary Margrette broke out in hysterical sobs. Emma held her close. Evan took a step over, placing a comforting touch on her shoulder.

"Mary-Margrette, please, it will be alright," he lied. She looked back at him. Tears rolling out of her bloodshot eyes. She struggled to speak through her sobs.

"I-I-I don't know why I am so upset. I mean, the circumstances are grim, but I can't even express how horrible I feel right now, I only met her once, but I can't control m-myself!" She let out some more sobbing, and then finished her statement.

"I…I know I seem so upset, but the poor girl…she is so sweet, I never felt so upset over a stranger before. I wished she would wake up!" Mary Margrette leaned back into her friends shoulder, letting the tears freely fall.

Evan then remembered something. They spoke of true love in their dreams…she couldn't help him because of her curse…but what of him? He could love, she had to be his true love, and could it possibly work in this life? Not caring what the women thought of him at the moment, he went back to Jade, he leaned in, tenderly cupping her face with his hands, planting a firm, sweet kiss on her lips. He stood back. He nearly tripped when he saw the reaction.

Jades eyes flew open, looking around.

"Midnight…Midnight…where are you? Rum…I…" She looked around realizing where she was, but still not sure of how she got here. She saw Emma, Mary Margrette, than Evan. They all were appearing to be smiling, ecstatic actually.

Evan took her hands in his.

"Sweetheart…thank god you're awake! You gave me a good scare there!"

"What…I? What happened?" She looked at everyone, so confused. Emma walked closer to her.

"Jade…what happened, how did you cut your wrist…are you well enough to answer me?" Jade nodded her head.

"Mr. Gold lured me over to his house, I believe he knocked me out in his foyer. I woke up, hunched on a bed, I remember looking at him, then seeing he-" she gulped. "He had my wrists bound in sharp barbwire, he did yank on it a couple of times, perhaps that's how I got the cut? He…he tried to do things to me. I eventually got out, but I did put up a good fight."

Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath. All of this information was too much to absorb at once. It didn't help the offender was the most powerful man in town as well.

"So…from what I heard, Mr. Gold held you prisoner, tried to violate you, bound you, then you escaped-" she looked over at Evan. "And then he locked you up? Holding you a prisoner as well?"

Evan nodded his head.

"Wow," was all she said, shaking her head. Mary Margrette stood there, not crying anymore, just with a blank stare, shocked.

"Evan…I'm sorry, I know he's family, but I have to arrest him, what he did was very wrong, and he could have killed the both of you. I don't know what has gotten into him, he can be crazy, but I didn't think it would get to this… but it's not right. I have to go." Emma looked at her roommate. The two woman left, leaving him to be with Jade.

He crawled into the side of her bed, holding her close.

"Sssshh, it's ok Sweetheart, I'm here, it's just you and me. He doesn't know where we are. Just relax."

"He…he locked you up Baelfire?"

"Yes…he knows. He remembers more than we actually do. Relax." She couldn't relax. She still seemed alittle dazed, but still coherent.

"I…I had the oddest dream while I was out." He looked at her then smiled.

"What was it?"

"I…I dreamt of seeing this witch, I disguised myself, and a talking horse, which was my pet." He laughed.

"Oh…a talking horse huh? Are you sure they didn't slip you any meds?" Jade laughed at his reply.

"No…I could litteraly speak to him, I could hear what he was thinking. I actually went to go find a way to break my spell." Evan looked into her eyes, he seemed to be so lost into her at the moment.

"What spell , Sweetheart?"

"Um…you don't know what it is…do you?"

"No, I don't," he whispered. She took in a breath to ease her nerves.

"I…I cannot love anyone besides him, your…well, Rumpelstiltskin. That curse, made me do things with him, I very much regret. Basically, my conscience was not there, when these events took place. If you could only imagine it. I, being so intimate with the man who killed you. I tried to close my eyes, and pretend it was you, that was touching me…but sometimes it was too hard."

A tear escaped her eye as she nuzzled her head into his neck. Evan just laid there, not sure how to handle the idea of what she told him.

"I was wondering, how you seemed to survive with him. I know I couldn't," he said.

"He…he treated me differently. Almost like I was his own queen. I'll have to say, I saw a side of the Dark One I haven't seen before. He was so ruthless when it came to others, but me…he, he treated me nearly as an equal."

"I couldn't say the same Sweetheart, all my memories and dreams when I was a younger teen, he, he didn't hurt me, but I found myself watched by him quite a bit, as if he was a overprotective parent. See, if it was my Father before he lost it, he was such a sweet, caring man, he wouldn't even hurt a snail. But, in that time, kindness didn't get you anything. When the Dark One took over him, I felt my Pa was gone forever. I felt like I was a orphan, living in the most powerful being's home. I saw him do horrible things. You don't ever want to see him angry, he could give you nightmares. I suffered that experience."

Jade thought back to when he cast his spell on her, how he couldn't handle being second best. The way he looked, it scared her for days.

"I understand completely and-" before Jade could finish, he laid his mouth on hers, throwing all he had into his kiss. Jade gladly returned the passion. Her whole body felt like air, as if she would float away. He always did that to her with his kisses. She never felt like that with any other man. She felt so pure and innocent when he touched her, as if she never became the way she was in the past, so sinister and crazy, as if she never did the bad things she set out to do. He made her feel like a normal, sweet woman, with good intentions.

She moved her fingers through his hair, satisfied with the shudders he reacted with. She nearly lost it when she found the touch of his hand down her back, then around her bottom.

He pulled away, quickly looking up at her.

"Why'd you stop," she asked. He chuckled at her question.

"Well, the door is open, and what kind of man would I be to take advantage of an ER patient?" She looked up him, seeing the twinkle in his eye she nearly blushed.

"Oh…yeah, well, would you think I were a lousy person if I said I don't care," she asked flirtatiously. He quickly kissed her, and then stood up. He looked at her, feeling so flattered at how he could make this woman look so miserable and deprived all because of him. He never seemed to put an effect on another one but her.

Standing from the doorway, he looked her with love as he spoke.

"I am going to ask when you can be released. Oh…for the record, I am your husband, I'll explain later Sweetheart." He then disappeared into the hall. She was confused at his statement, but she enjoyed it as well.

She closed her eyes, thinking about anything that would pop up in her mind. Her eyes shot open and she found herself smiling to the knocks on the door.

Her happy expression melted away when she saw who made theie way into her room, locking the door behind them. The visitor was someone she never enjoyed the company of…The queen of Story Brooke, the Mayor, her Mother. The woman who always put a bitter taste in her mouth, in the last life and the present.

"Hello Miss Miller…I just realized how similar our last names are…so very interesting, yes?"

"How did you get in here?"

"Well, I am the mayor my Dear, I have eyes and ears all over this place."

"What do you want, Mayor? Haven't you done enough to piss me off, you are so lucky the hand I throw punches with is not up to full strength at the moment."

"Well now, is that the proper way to speak to me?"

"I can speak to you how ever the hell I'd like, now if you could leave, my boyfriend will be back any moment," Jade threatened.

"Oh, Mr. Gold? I didn't think you would find him as "Suitor Material." Judging from the fair, I thought you'd keep them both around."

"It's Evan you idiot!" Jade winced at the pain in her wrist once she grasped the bed rail with all her might.

"Oh…can you blame me, you have both the men following you around…like a bitch in heat."

Jade took a breath, trying to control herself.

"What do you want, Mayor, I have better things to do then to be analyzed falsely as such by the likes of you."

"Well, you are a hard one to get ahold of. I just wanted to show you something that may brighten your day," she said waving a folded paper in the air. She then opened it, looking at her scorned daughter, whom was glaring back.

"Well, Jadie Dear…" She wanted to disappear; the memory of her speaking to the queen emerged quickly in her mind.

"Don't call me that…please", Jade requested firmly. The mayor simply laughed looking at the now unfolded paper.

"Accourding to this…you are my daughter I gave up years ago, what are you…26 now? Oh, I don't know, I never pay attention to such things that hold no importance to me."

That statement stabbed Jade in the heart. She tried her best not to show Regina her tears. Knowing how horrible this woman was, she would seem to enjoy the sadness of others.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT? I DON'T CARE! GET TO YOUR POINT!" The mayor looked calmly at her daughter.

"Well, I just told you. Now…I have a question for you." Jade rolled her eyes, looking at her enemy impatiently.

"Yes?"

"What is your name?" Jade cracked her neck, something she habitually did when frustrated.

"You just told me, are you losing your mind," she spat to the Mayor.

"Yes, I am aware your name my dear, your middle as well, seeing I gave them both to you. What were you called elsewhere, in…another life, so to say?" Jade now had an unsettling dread in the pit of her stomach.

"What are you getting at?" Regina scoffed at Jade's undesired answer. It wasn't what she wanted to hear.

"Oh, come on now Jadie Dear, you know what I'm implying. I know you know." Jade raised her brows, anger washing away, now replaced by suspicion.

"Know what, Mayor?"

"Come on now…we knew each other before."

"I never had another name besides what I use now. The only way I know of you before is because of my nightmares!" Regina grinned; hands clasped together, her legs crossed. She looked so casual, as if this was a book club meeting.

"Good, now were getting somewhere…I knew you were smarter than that." Jade rubbed her neck, clearly indicating she was stressed.

"Look, you insult me one more time, I will hurt you. Ask Mr. Gold…he has been a victim of my temper. Don't mess with me Mayor, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

"Hymm, that's nice my dear." Jade wanted to get up and slap the woman.

"Now please, answer my question, what is your name?" "What the hell is she talking about? I didn't have another name, or term. It was always Jade. Unless, is she referring to my salutation, as a princess? But how would she even remember, I had her cursed to forget!"

"Ok Dear, lets go about this, another way…what was my name? What did you call me, when you were no longer a princess?" Jade became shocked, and then looked at the mayor wide eyed.

"H-h-h-how did you know?" That's when the mayor flashed a bright grin to her.

"Answer my question first Jadie Dear, and I will answer yours. I love the break though were having by the way!" Jade shook her head in disagreement. Any second Baelfire would be back.

"No," she whispered. Regina rolled her eyes.

"Being you are my daughter, I can see why you are so hard to work with."

"My mother's dead. That's how I feel about the woman who gave me life. She's dead!"

"Oh, such hostile feelings my dear. Please, what was my address? Hmmm, I will give you a hint…I had a crown, and authority." Jade looked down at her stiches, ignoring the nuisance of a woman.

"Beat it…Bitch!" Jade gritted her teeth, this was getting very difficult to deal with. She observed something in common the Mayor had with Rumpelstiltskin; they both brought out the worst in her.

Suddenly, a beautiful, elegant, hand with well-manicured, red nails went near her wrist, quickly yanking at her stiches.

"Tell me, what is it!" The mayor grinned at Jade's obvious display of agony.

Jade did her best to slap her assaulter's hand away, she was to quick. The pain was excruciating, she wondered if her stiches would be ripped out completely.

"STOP IT MAYOR!"

"WHAT IS MY NAME!" Jade struggled, the pain was now too much to handle, and she had no choice.

"YOUR HIGHNESS! LEAVE ME BE!" Regina stopped the torture, getting up so casually observing her daughter trying to catch her breath.

"That's a good girl, Jadie Dear. It's nice to know my daughter isn't a pathetic one."

The mayor walked out of the room, closing the door quietly behind her. Jade rubbed her wound, doing her best to not scream out of having a fit.

"Oh god…she knows! How did she even know? What is going on?"

Jade couldn't take no more, this stress was too much. She broke down, losing her breath from crying so hard. She heard the door open knowing Evan came back. She didn't care now if he saw her at her weakest, the just continued the sobbing.