"Hello, Mr French. So nice of you to knock before you entered my office." Regina said sarcastically, not looking up from the papers on her desk.
"You were right." Moe said a little quietly, almost a little embarrassed to admit it.
"Oh?" she asked looking up, suddenly interested, "Right about what?" though she knew exactly what he was talking about. Moe walked up to her desk and made sure Regina was paying attention to him.
"My daughter, Belle, I saw her kissing Mr Gold in the park."
"I never said I saw her kissing him." Regina remarked with an evil grin.
"They were kissing and that's enough to show me that she's not well."
"You don't think she's well?" Moe ignored her question.
"And you weren't lying to me about her screaming at him earlier?"
"Of course not. Would I lie to you?"
He ignored her question again, "That's not her. That's not my daughter."
"What are you suggesting, Mr French?"
"She's not cured." Regina raised her eyebrows, knowing there was more, "And…I want her put back in the hospital."
Regina's grin was wicked, "As I thought."
Belle woke up to find Rumplestiltskin staring out the window, still lying down next to her. She looked up at him from where her head was resting on his chest.
"Good morning." She smiled. Rumplestiltskin quickly looked down, a little surprised to see Belle already awake. But he smiled back,
"Good morning. Sleep well?" his voice hummed in his chest against her ear, soothing her almost to sleep again.
"Wonderful. What about you? How's your leg?" Belle had been careful not to lean against Rumplestiltskin's leg, and some point in the night had put some cushions under his leg to support it.
"Much better. Although I can look after myself you know." Rumplestiltskin said with a smile, looking at the cushions under his leg. Belle looked to his leg and back up at him.
"I know. But I can look after you too. Now, I'm going to make us breakfast." Belle got up and was soon followed by Rumplestiltskin, "What, are you planning on helping me?" she asked, stepping into the kitchen.
"Just making sure you don't burn the apartment down."
"You mean you're going to watch me?"
"Or I could just leave you alone to make the breakfast in silence." He smirked. Belle only smiled and shook her head, starting to open drawers and cupboards.
Then there was a knock at the door.
"Stay here. Just in case." Belle said quickly before leaving the kitchen to answer the door. But Rumplestiltskin got up anyway and followed carefully behind. Belle opened the door so that neither he or the person on the other side could see each other.
"Miss French?" the unfamiliar voice asked.
"Yes?" The next moment happened so quickly, Rumplestiltskin barely had time to register it. Belle was immediately forced into the hallway by two men. Rumplestiltskin automatically rushed after her as she was trying desperately to get away from the men, "What are you doing?! Let me go!" then she stopped fighting as she spotted someone at the end of the hallway, "Papa?"
"Belle!" she quickly turned her head round at the sound of Rumplestiltskin's voice, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he shouted as a man came up to him, blocking his path, "Let me through! You can't take her!"
"Actually, we can." The man was quite tall, and dressed exactly as all the others. In white t-shirts and white trousers. This meant they were doctors. Which meant Belle was being sent back to the hospital.
"Rumplestiltskin!" Belle cried.
And the sudden realisation that this was all happening hit Rumplestiltskin in the gut, and without thinking, raised his cane and smashed it down on to the doctors head, knocking him unconscious. Belle was now being forced down the stairs and out the door. Rumplestiltskin rushed after her as quick as his lame leg would let him.
"Belle!" By the time he got outside, Belle was being pushed into the back of a van, and no matter how hard she was trying, the men wouldn't let her go. She tried kicking the them, but it didn't seem to have any effect.
"Rumple-" she was cut off by the doors shutting. And the last Rumplestiltskin saw of her was the terrified look in her eyes. The van quickly drove off, and there was no way he would be able to catch up. His grip tightened on his cane until his knuckles were a ghostly white. He had lost her again! But he was going to get her back. And whoever did this was going to pay with their life.
Then Moe appeared from the building.
"It's for her own good, Mr Gold." He called. And Rumplestiltskin's blood boiled dangerously. He spun round to find Moe standing a few steps away.
"You're her father! How could you do something like this to her?!"
"Because I love and care for her."
"This is not what a father does to their own daughter to show that!"
"She's insane! I'm not having my daughter known as the woman who slept with the town's pawnbroker!"
"She's insane because she chose to be with me? Is that really what you're implying?"
"That's not my daughter." Rumplestiltskin took a step forward, raising his cane.
"You. Little. Bastard!" He used each word to hit Moe in the chest with the end of his cane, making him fall to the ground on the last blow. He raised his cane above his head, ready to beat the hell out of him, when he felt handcuffs round his wrist, "Miss Swan?"
"You're under arrest, for assaulting Mr French and knocking a doctor unconscious." Emma took his other hand and cuffed them together.
"What?"
"You heard me." she sighed.
"Did you see what they've done to her?!" he yelled, "They took her away, he called them!" Rumplestiltskin pointed to Moe, who was just getting up off the floor.
"I saw," Emma looked sympathetic, "but you know I can't do anything. And you know I have to arrest you." Rumplestiltskin looked at her with mixed emotions, "Sorry."
The two men pushed Belle into the small grey room. Exhausted from fighting and yelling, she stumbled and fell on the floor, wiping away the tears that landed on her cheeks. She forced herself to get up and be strong. But she was sad, and desperate, and confused. So she walked up to the door and started banging on it with her fists,
"Let me out!" she cried, "Let me out!" her vision blurred with more tears as they started to stream down her cheeks. "I want to go home!" The silent reply only made her sob harder. She rested her head against the door and then turned around, sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the ground. Belle buried her face in her hands.
This is it. She was never going to be with Rumplestiltskin again. She was never going to have her happy ending. Only her father could give permission to let her out. And that was never going to happen. Maybe even the mayor could too. But Regina was never going to do that. She would die here. Right in this room. Forever alone.
Rumplestiltskin sat on the bed in the jail cell and threw his cane on the floor in anger. This was all his fault. Belle had done nothing wrong. She was completely innocent. He should've stayed out of the way until the curse broke. Then neither of them would get hurt. But now they were both paying.
Belle sat on the floor, staring blankly at the wall in front of her. Trying to clear her mind. Not thinking about anything. Waiting for her fate. Preparing herself for the long days, weeks, months, probably even years ahead. Maybe she could escape? If the nurses came in to give her medication or something, maybe she could try and run away. Try, but would probably fail. She began to rack her brain for any ideas of escaping. But she'd been through this twice before. First in Rumplestiltskin's castle, then the queen's. There was no escape. Guessing her fate, there was no point in even trying. She'd have to spend the rest of her life hiding.
"Hey." The hissed voice startled Belle out of her thoughts and she quickly stood up to see a pair of eyes looking at her through the little flap in the door.
"What do you want?" she backed away, afraid of what might happen.
"You're Belle, right?" the voice carried on whispering. Belle nodded hesitantly, not sure what this man was exactly asking. "Hi there, Belle. My name's Jefferson. I'm here to free you."