Disclaimer: I wish I owned Once Upon a Time. Honestly, there are so many gorgeous men in that show.
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Chapter 8
Rose
"Where are we going?" Mason asked curiously, pushing at the window button of the car, I think Rumplestiltskin called it.
"We're going to go see if we can find Mama," I told him, brushing back his hair from his face. I pretended that I couldn't feel Rumplestiltskin's eyes on me through the mirror.
"Why isn't she with Daddy?" Mason whispered to me.
"Because we're in the past," I explained. I glanced up, meeting Rumplestiltskin's eyes before glancing back down. "Listen, Mason. We're going to play a game, okay?"
"Okay," Mason nodded gamely, always up for a game.
"We're going to play a game where we pretend that we don't know anybody but each other, okay?" I asked. Hopefully then overly zealous people wouldn't go after him to divulge the secrets of the future, resulting in the changing of it. I was terrified to do anything, in case we changed something beyond repair and it ended up that we weren't even born. But in the same thought process, if I did change anything, then it would be already changed in the future, because this already happened in our future, didn't it? It was confusing and I was beginning to see why Dad said to never mess with time.
"Here we are," Rumplestiltskin said, stopping the car. I looked around at the bleak white building, squinting at the word hospital. Our mother was in a hospital?
I followed Rumplestiltskin as he opened the doors and started to walk down the white halls. People gave him a wide berth still, so it must not have been at the time when they all realized that he was really just a big softie inside.
"Wait here for a moment," Rumplestiltskin said, stopping us with a gentle hand on my arm. I stared strangely down at the familiar yet unfamiliar hand.
"Okay," I nodded, leaning against the wall. I was still exhausted from my magic being bonded but too keyed up to fall asleep. Mason stood next to me, idly rotating the ring on my finger. It slipped as he twisted, and I stared in horror as it rolled down the hall, quickly abandoning my position against the wall to retrieve it.
My head was down, eyes intent on my target, so I couldn't have possibly seen the person I bumped into. A familiar warm hand grabbed me around the bicep and I looked up at my fiancé for our second first meeting.