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And just to make it a little clearer: Skin Deep did happen, but not in Storybrooke. So Mr Gold didn't beat Moe and he never got arressted. But there is some hate between them.

Sorry about slow updating, I just don't want to write my chapters rushed and it not turn out well.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Emma practically stormed into Mr Gold's office. She hated it when someone hid something from her. But she loved it when she caught them out. She knew Mr Gold was lying. Emma used her 'superpower' all the time around people. And it's not that she was trying to be the bad guy and catch Miss French out. But if this woman was still a little mentally unstable, then she had to try and help.

The room was empty.

Emma felt as if someone had kicked her right in the gut. She knew Mr Gold was lying. He had seen her today. And whether it was in his office or on the other side of Storybrooke, she was going to find out.

"Miss Swan?" the sound of Mr Gold's voice sounding so calm and what seemed like a little amused, angered Emma. She whipped her head round in his direction, where he was standing at the entrance of his office. "Did you find what you're looking for?" he smiled. He actually smiled. Emma scowled at his words.

"Not yet." She pushed past him, back into the shop where Moe French was still standing, "But I will." Then she turned back round to the pawnbroker, "Mr Gold, I do care about this girl. I want to help."

Rumplestiltskin leaned forward on his counter, lowering his voice, "And how are you planning on doing that?"

"For starters, getting her away from you, seeing as you're the one that's causing her problems."

"You know nothing." Rumplestiltskin spat.

"Really? Mr French told me everything."

"He doesn't know the half of it."

"Do you have some sort of problem with the French family? You sure do have a way of angering them."
Rumplestiltskin shot a quick side glance at Moe. Truth be told he never really did like the man. There was just something about him.
Emma continued to talk, "You remember her, right? You remember how she acted towards you. You knew you were the only one that made her do that."

"Don't worry, sheriff. I remember that far too well. It's not exactly the type of thing you forget." he said with a sad smile.

"Well then you should know that she needs help. If you see her and she goes back to her old ways, then you need to inform someone. I'm only trying to help her." She added slowly. Rumplestiltskin didn't reply. He wanted her out of his shop, along with Moe. He needed to talk to Belle. She didn't remember meeting him before and acting like she did towards him. His poor Belle. The curse hadn't worked properly on her. Instead of it making her forget, it made her insane. But only towards him. Only towards the person she loves the most. And then she would forget it had ever happened.

That was Belle's curse.

Luckily Jiminy Cricket, well, Dr Hopper, had managed to help her. But that was probably just temporary. Her curse wasn't actually broken. They'd have to wait for Emma to lift it. How long would it take for her to go back to how she used to be? That's why Rumplestiltskin had been so surprised to see Belle enter his shop without screaming. Her insanity had gone and she could think clearly, remember her past. But that wasn't going to last too long.

"I'll be sure to call. You can go now." Rumplestiltskin said quietly. And thankfully, she left. Then he turned his head to Moe, who hadn't said a word since he'd called for the pawnbroker.

"Don't keep anything from me about my daughter." he warned.
Rumplestiltskin didn't reply. He wanted Moe out of his shop. He needed to find Belle and talk to her. Hopefully she'd return soon. Thank God she managed to get away in time. That would've not looked good if Emma had found her.

Moe turned and left. Slamming the door behind him.

The moment Belle heard Emma mention the search warrant, she knew she had to get out quickly. She was going to be searching the store. For her? Were they searching for her? No, they couldn't be. Well, whatever she was looking for, Belle had to get out of that office before her father saw her. And her first thought was to go to Ruby. So she quickly headed for Granny's café.

When she had arrived Ruby came to the door straight away and demanded why she hadn't seen her at lunch yesterday or today.

"Sorry," Belle apologised, "I've been busy."

"Doing what?"

"Just…catching up on a few things." She couldn't help smile. But Ruby only shrugged.

"Well, I haven't seen you for a day. Come sit." She walked behind the counter and started to dry a glass. Belle took a seat opposite her and fiddled with straw. Ruby looked over at her friend and frowned.

"What's wrong?" Belle looked up.

"Hm? Nothing."

"Belle…" Belle sighed, knowing that Ruby could tell when something was wrong. And when that happened, you were going to end up telling her.

"Come on, Ruby. Can't you just let this one slide?"

"No." she said, smiling. Belle shook her head. Even if she did end up telling her, which she wasn't going to, she could trust Ruby to keep it a secret. "What's the matter, Belle?" she sighed again.

"Let's just say that I'm keeping something from my father, and if he finds out about it, I'm dead."

"And you're planning on telling me what it is?"

"No." she said, smiling, mocking her friend. Ruby put the glass down with a thump.

"Ok, that wasn't a question. That's an order." She said with a grin. "Tell me."

"Ruby…"

"I can help." She said eagerly.

"Not really."

"Come on, why can't you just tell me?" she moaned, sounding like a little kid. Belle laughed a little.

"I can't. Why do you need to know so much anyway? Besides, even if I did tell you, you'd think I've gone crazy."

Ruby was silent for a moment. That last word had made her think back. She too knew about Belle's reoccurring incident with Mr Gold. Everyone knew. Except Belle herself. But she wasn't going to give up. She was too curious to. She really liked Belle and she wanted to help her.

"I don't care. Even if I do think you're crazy, it doesn't mean I can't help." Belle gave in.

"Fine. You want me to tell you?" Ruby leant forward on the counter eagerly.

"Yes."

Belle moved her head closer and brought her voice to a whisper.

"I kissed Mr Gold."

Ruby shot up from the counter.

"You what?!"