Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or it's Characters, they belong to their respective owners. I do, however, own Storm and her alter ego as well as Striker and his alter ego and their story line. This has come from the haunted, depraved, tortured darkness that is my mind.

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WARNING: There are adult scenes below, if you do not wish to read them I would suggest skipping the part in Italics and I certainly do not wish to hear about it if it offends you, keep that to yourself unless you have something constructive to say about it that will help me further my writing.

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=Ms. Star's P.O.V=

I glanced around the shop and sighed softly, pain shot through my temple from the headache beginning to come on again, my vision wavering slightly as I straightened up.

I looked towards the window, eyes moving slowly towards the pawn store before looking away. I sighed softly turning and grabbing my water bottle off the edge of the counter before fishing out my pain medication from under the counter before washing a few down with my water.

I rubbed at the ache in my throbbing temple before turning the soft music down again. I groaned lowly clutching at the counter as another sharp stab of pain seared through my head. I should really go see Doctor Whale or something about this. I sighed softly. But then if I tell him he'll have me in weekly session with Archie or worse. I groaned again before flicking my music off completely which only served to increase the pain in my skull.

I shut my eyes clutching the edge of the counter massaging my temples lightly before feeling a nauseous wave wash over me, black spots dancing around the edges of my vision and mind before slowly taking over leaving me weak and in darkness.

I felt the ground as I hit it but couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, my mind slowly shutting off as I slipped into darkness.

=Mr. Gold's P.O.V=

I glanced out the window and across the street before sighing softly, fingers tracing a star into the dust on the pane of glass before I wiped it away slowly. I should go see how she is. I watched the store across the street silently for a moment before turning back to my own store.

I had promised myself the first year the curse had been in effect that I would find a way to make her mine again, even if it took a lifetime and half I would find some way to bring her back, my little thief, my little songbird.

I sighed softly, what I wouldn't give to hear her singing again but she refused to, ever since that day all those years ago. I glared lightly at the sword mounted on the wall, it was still dusted with dried blood but the way she'd wielded it, young and strong and full of hate and anger, the memory was and forever would be burned into my mind.

I took in the sword, leather bound handle with a straight heavy steel blade, a deep rich blue tassel hanging from the end. I reached out touching the tassel fondly, a small smile slipping to my lips; she'd been so full of fire when she'd wielded that sword.

I looked towards Ms. Star's store again before looking towards the saddle and bridle. I took them off the stand they were sitting on and wiped carefully at the crystal's decorating the bridle before wrapping it and placing it into a box before wrapping the saddle and placing it in the same box, I could deliver everything to her once my business had been dealt with and I had my contract back and then I could truly apologize for the way I'd treated her.

I looked towards Ms. Star's store again before sighing and leaning onto my cane, I had to at least see the damage I'd done and how hard it would be to fix, I could only assume it would take more than dinner, drinks and a kiss to put things right, it had never worked before, I wouldn't think it would work now either.

I slowly made my way to the door and glanced up the main road before crossing over and heading into the store, I furrowed my brow lightly, the store was completely silent, no music what so ever played through the store. "Ms. Star?"

I glanced around and furrowed my brow; she would have never left her store unattended. I looked towards the backroom before turning towards the drum sets set up to the left of the counter. "Ms. Star? I need to talk to you"

I turned towards the end of the counter to head into the backroom before coming across the woman I'd been searching for. I knelt down rolling her over carefully, a deep gash running across her forehead. "Ms. Star?" I pressed my fingers against her throat and sighed softly before standing and grabbing the phone from the counter and dialing for an ambulance. "Hold on dearie, hold on" I murmured waiting for someone to pick up.

=Ms. Star's/Storm's P.O.V=

I sighed softly turning away from the door pulling it shut and heading back towards Rumpelstiltskin who was busy playing with the straw pile he was sitting on. "We're not going anywhere; the rain's not going to ease anytime soon"

"Pity," He murmured not bothering to look up. "I would much prefer my own bed than this" He looked disgusted at the straw he was playing with before dropping it back to the pile beneath him.

"Yeah well make do with what you've got," I stated. "It's what I've always done" I turned to Striker and began to unbuckle his saddle and bridle before sliding them off and leaving them hanging over the side of one of the stalls before shutting him away safely in one of the stalls.

"What are you doing dearie?"

I glanced over my shoulder at Rumpelstiltskin. "Finding a blanket because it's going to get damn cold in here"

He shook his head lightly lounging back in the straw as I searched for a halfway decent blanket before returning empty handed.

"You'd think in a stable there'd be as least one blanket" I groused softly sitting on a nearby hay bale with my cheek resting on my fist and elbow resting on my knee, silence had never been my friend, it had always taunted and tormented me and right now even the short silence between us was killing me slowly.

A cold wind whipped through the cracks throughout the stable, a chill setting into my flesh and bones as the rain began to beat harder on the ground and roof. I blinked and looked up before scowling softly at the roof that had begun to leak above my head, droplets of rain slowly dripping down onto me.

I stood shifting spots and laid down in the pile of straw wrapping my hooded cape tighter around me before sighing heavily, my hairs standing on end at the chill wrapping around me. I jumped at the sudden light ghosting warmth of my cheek and brought my eyes up to Rumpelstiltskin's as his fingers lightly ran over my cheeks, nails scraping lightly against my skin. "Do this to a lot of women do you?" I queried yawning loudly, the cold finally getting to me making me sleepy.

"Only the pretty one's dearie"

I snorted softly closing my eyes and savoring the warm almost calming touch. "Must have gotten me mixed up with someone else then," I murmured. "Nothing pretty about me" I clutched the cape tighter around me as sleep beckoned me.

"I beg to differ my little thief, you're pretty on your own terms," His breath ghosted over the side of my face heating it slightly. "You're unique," The word was whispered against my ear, lips just brushing over the very edge of my ear. "You're something completely different from everyone else," He let out a soft insane giggle. "And that intrigues me dearie, it excites me"

My eyes shot open as his lips landed on mine, one hand wrapped around one of my wrists, the other running slowly through my hair relaxing me more than anything, the coldness disappearing at the proximity of his body to mine.

I moaned softly arching lightly as his fingers slowly ran down from my hair over my shoulder and down my arm before resting on my hip. I damn well know I'm going to live to regret this but damn it all I don't care right now. I shifted tugging at the lace holding my cape around my neck and whimpered inaudibly at the cold.

"Now, now dearie, no need to rush things" He murmured grinning and shifted his hand slowly tugging my shirt free from my pants, fingers resting lightly against the skin stretching across the side of my torso.

I moaned softly shifting to lay out flat, Rumpel moving over the top of me, his fingers running over the long line of scarred stitches below my ribs, I remembered all too well where I'd gained that scar.

"So, so flawed dearie, so many scars but oh so perfect"

I shuddered at the cold wind as it swept over my bare torso. "They make me unique; if you don't like them don't look at them" I growled softly pushing his jacket off leaving it to fall to the ground before tackling the task of getting his vest and shirt off.

"You're in a hurry dearie," His hands closed around mine. "Don't know why, we've got all night"

I glared lightly at him, his calloused fingers slowly stroking down my torso and over each of my scars. "Anyone tell you, you pick the worst times to talk too much?" I queried in a light growl before finally freeing him of his infernal vest and shirt before dumping them with the jacket.

I took in his torso and chest; small scars littered his chest and a few long, deeper ones in between them. I slowly ran my fingers over his scars and brought my eyes to his. "Looks like you've been in a battle or two"

"So have you dearie" He pushed my shirt away and cast it behind him into the steadily growing pile of clothing.

I grinned softly. "I've been in more than a few battles love" I stated running my hands up over his shoulders feeling the muscles twitch underneath my fingertips.

I shifted my eyes to the window off to the side as lightning lit up the skies illuminating the inside of the stables as a gust of wind killed the oil lamp pitching us into darkness. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness before I found insane hazel irises swirling with dashes of emerald and flecks of gold through them staring into mine.

I dug my nails in slightly to his shoulders as a hand ran over my breast before ever so slowly heading down towards my pants. I tensed slightly as his fingers tugged at the laces keeping my pants shut before attempting to kick off my boots.

It didn't take long until both our clothing was kicked off and in the pile, his fingers greedily running over every inch of skin he could touch as our lips met in a needy lusting kiss.

I arched moaning and digging my fingers into Rumpel's shoulders as he thrust into me, bodies joining at the hips as he let out a soft groan into the crook of my neck before drawing his hips away and thrusting forward again.

I moaned softly drawing my nails down his back and tipped my head back as his speed increased, body pressed against my chasing away the cold as heat rolled off him soaking through my flesh into my bones.

I gasped softly, sweat beading on my skin from the heat between us, pleasure arching up through my torso to steal the breath from my lungs as I felt my release get ever closer, that breaking point coming just within my grasp.

I let out a cry into Rumpel's shoulder, nails leaving bloody welts down his back as he thrust into me, an arm tucked under my waist holding me close as a cry left his own lips, our releases following one after the other, dark spots around the sides of my vision as he emptied himself into me, teeth tearing into my shoulder leaving a bloody wet bite.

I exhaled slowly as he carefully laid down beside me in the straw, eyes shut behind his eyelids, fingers wrapped lightly around my wrist.

I woke with a start, pain blazing through my head and through my body before my vision finally straightened out enough allowing me to look around the room I was in.

"About time you woke dearie"

I felt my cheeks flush and immediately looked away from Mr. Gold, the memory or dream or whatever it was still playing through my mind. I couldn't deny that both Mr. Gold and the man in those memories or dreams, those flashes, looked the same in some small way. "What're you doing here?"

"Waiting for you to wake"

I shook my head lightly. "People will start talking," I murmured softly. "You'll lose that scary edge" I laughed softly.

"I'm sure that won't matter, I still own the town," He reached out placing a hand over mine. "Now look over here," He gripped my chin lightly turning my face back towards his. "That's better," He smiled softly running his thumb down my cheek. "Now what happened?"

"Headache," I stated wincing as I straightened up as I sat up in the bed. "I guess I passed out..." I hesitated, I wanted to tell him about the flashes I saw but the last thing I needed to do was have him thinking I'm crazy.

"What is it?"

"Nothing love, nothing" I shook my head lightly before feeling sleep tug at the corners of my brain.

"I have a question," His eyes moving to his one wrapped around mine. "What's your name? Your first name"

I glanced up at him and furrowed my brow lightly. "Theresa, why?"

"Theresa," He murmured testing the name on his tongue before brushing back a strand of my hair. "It suits you" He murmured before standing. "I'll come back in a little while, get some rest"

I nodded lightly watching him leave before settling down to get some more sleep.

Alrighty, since it's my birthday today I decided I wanted to update everything, slow interwebs be damned you will not stop me, I am also going to start posting my Walking Dead fic today since I've fucked around with it enough and tweaked the first few chaps as best as I can but more of my fics will have to wait until my interwebs goes back up to full force on the 20th/21st. I'll also be posting some artwork up soon as soon as I get it finished and as soon as it's finished you'll all know.