"Hello Gold."

Cameron's whole body cringed at the sickly sweet voice as it reverberated around the mint lecture hall. It was early, too early for her crap and he had only just got back from Chicago.

"Dean Mills, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

Regina made her way over to his desk, smugness wrapped around her like a cape. All Cam wanted was for her to just go away and leave him the hell alone, he really wasn't in the mood to deal with her silly little games. Regina liked to think she had all the staff under her thumb and for a lot of the teachers she was right, but Gold had the most power. Everywhere he went he could control people with very little effort, it was just a skill of his. Professor Hopper was easily controlled, just wording sentences in the right way. Holland, Urie and Way over in the History department responded well to threats, so did Johnson and Young from Biology. Momsen and Brick where a little tougher, most likely due to being hippy art freaks, God he hated art teachers, in the end though it was being polite that scared them into submission. No matter who Regina had control of Cam could shift their loyalty in seconds and Regina Mills hated him for that.

"Oh I just came to say 'hello' and to welcome you back."

"Well you have, dearie." Cam said dismissively and set his briefcase under his desk before taking a seat showing her that he didn't fear her. "If that's all I do have a class to teach in ten minuets."

"Yes, you do enjoy your teaching don't you, Gold? All those pretty young faces." Her voice was meant to be subtly accusing, but Regina could do nothing subtly, she was like a bull in a china shop. Gold leaned back in his leather chair.

"Are you trying to tell me something, dearie?

"Oh I see the way you look at that girl, I expected more from you."

"I'm afraid I don't know what your talking about."

"Come now." She offered that annoying self-satisfied grin that she used when she thought she'd won, Regina still hadn't realized that she could never beat him. "She's pretty I'll give you that but really Gold, lusting after such a pretty young thing. Such a shame you can only look at little Miss French."

A wave of relief washed over Cameron as he realized that Regina had no real knowledge of him and Belle. Oh thank God he thought, Cameron and more importantly Belle, where safe. She had nothing.

"Yes, such a shame." He sneered disparagingly.

"What is her name?" Dean Mills knew exactly what her name was, she was just trying to twist the knife. "Margie? Verna?"

"Belle."

"Right."

Cameron wasn't going to let Regina have her fun, he had a class to teach. There was the odd student stood outside the door not wanting to be early and interrupt Gold and Dean Mills but also not wanting to be late.

"Regina I have a class to teach, so, we're done."

Dean Mills would never in a million years admit it, even to herself, but she was afraid of Gold. He had the power to carry out his threats, he was more powerful and always would be. The complacent forced grin reappeared on her face and without a word she walked up the dark carpeted stairs and out the double doors of his lecturer hall. God how he hated her.

A few minuets passed and then his students began making their way in and to their seats, worried about how their Dracula research projects would be. He really couldn't be bothered to read them, but he hadn't really been able to think of anything else for them to do while he was gone that and Belle excelled at research projects.

He had started his day thinking about seeing Belle again, but Regina had shoved his happy mood over a steep cliff and left him broken and annoyed at the rocky bottom. Cameron set his things up on the desk, opening books to certain pages so he could begin his lesson and then he looked up. His pleasant mood came flooding back at the sight of Belle in a rather short skirt and a big grin on her face. She was an angel who had caught him and returned him to the top of the cliff. Belle had a superpower and it gave her the ability to see the good in others but when there was none there...she created it.

Seeing her he knew; everything was going to be alright.