Disclaimer: I only own Rose, Mason, and Abraham. Though I wish I owned Colin O'Donoghue.

A/N: Okay, confession time- I have no idea where I am going with this story. Actually, I don't even know if anybody is reading this story, so you may not care. But if you do, well, imagine me as a lost little girl, just wandering around in the woods until I randomly come upon a plot. Also, please review, even if to tell me that this stinks like crap.

Chapter 5

Mr. Gold

"What did you just say?" I asked the little boy intensely, nearly tripping as I turned to look at him and Rose's weight knocked me off balance.

"I said of course you know me," He said, skipping besides me. I breathed a sigh of relief. Obviously I had just heard him wrong. "Are you going deaf Daddy?"

There is was again. That word. Perhaps my wishes were making me go insane.

Belle did not remember me. There was no magic that was going to change that.

I had tried.

Desperately.

"What's your name?" I asked the boy. He smiled up at me, clearly thinking this was a game.

"I'm Mason," He said. "Are we almost there? I'm tired."

"We're almost there," I told him, walking numbly towards my shop. When we got there I pulled the door open and the boy skipped confidently inside. Clearly whatever delusions he was suffering from he thought were real. I knew for certain that I was not his father, as he could not have been more than four and I had not been with a woman since before I had met Belle.

As I stepped into the back room of the shop the girl stirred, her eyes flickering open and magnificent blue spilling through.

"Dad?" She asked, her brow furrowing in confusion. She looked around. "Where are we?"

"Storybrooke," I informed her, setting her down on the couch in the back room.

"Where?" The girl asked, her eyebrows lifting as her brother climbed into her lap.

"Storybrooke," I repeated, trying to remain calm. This girl had called me Dad as well. Was this some trick thought up by Regina? If it was, it was cruel.

The girl, Rose, paled, her fingers clenching her brother's shirt.

"Where are you from?" I asked. Perhaps if they stumbled I would be able to tell that Regina had just fabricated them out of nothing.

"The future,"