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.

electrogirl88: Thank you and I am trying, it's still trying to kick my ass but hopefully it'll go away soon.

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Opera123: Thanks doll. -_-; I can't believe I did that. It would take a death for him to confess I agree.

LoverOfRumpelstiltskin: Ah Christ I can't believe I did that but I was half asleep, I'll try not to do it again.

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Broken Dreamer

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

I gave the spinning wheel another turn, usually it helped me to forget about my problems, forget about my thoughts but tonight my mind was ruthless, it refused to forget. The dinner had been interesting, just Theresa and myself tucked into a corner chatting and eating, that was where most of the problems had started, I'd wanted nothing more than to force her to remember who she really was, I wanted her to bring back the thief I'd fallen in love with.

I gave the wheel another turn watching the white wool thin out into a fine thread and sighed softly. The dinner had allowed me to think over a few things; yes, I did have feelings for Theresa but she was nothing compared to my thief, the one who had snuck through entire battalion's and through several locked doors to enter a room to gather a single strand of hair for me. The one who had actually sought me out when she left for the outlands after her husband-to-be had been killed. The one who had ridden through ice, sleet and snow in the blistering cold to find me when she'd needed my help. The thief was indeed a part of the fabric my world, she had shed blood for me and because of me, she had protected me when I couldn't protect myself and thought herself a failure when they'd managed to trick me into that cage.

I watched the thread quiver in the slight breeze as I stopped the wheel and flicked it watching it quiver more before falling still. What have you done to me dearie? I felt ridiculous for wanting her back but Theresa was no match for my thief's tenacious ferocity when confronted with an enemy, her blood lust in battle was unquenchable, the way she handled the twin blades was like a form of artwork, they were truly an extension of herself.

I shook myself from my thoughts and closed my eyes briefly; I could remember her touch, the way it lingered on my skin, the way my lips tingled after her kisses, the way her body had moved against mine every time I'd thrown her up against a wall in a fit of anger, how she'd always managed to turn that anger into something sexual.

I relaxed slightly; I could remember her silver tongue, the way she'd whispered words not only into my ear but many others, how she said she could start a war with a simple word.

I looked towards the town square at the raised voices and stepped forward watching two men shoving roughly at each other, a woman trying to pull one away from the other before she was roughly cast aside.

"Your own wife is ailing and yet you bed mine! I thought we were friend's Cedric"

"We are Pol, I swear it"

The first man went to throw a punch at the other. "Then why are you bedding my wife!" He yelled throwing the other man into the dirt.

I looked up at the sound of a chuckle and spotted one of my favourite people standing on the edge of the rooftop watching the scene play out, an apple in her hands as she took a bite and steadily chewed it, her eyes bright from the mischief playing out before her.

I smirked appearing behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder expecting to frighten her. "I suppose I have you to thank for the entertainment do I?"

She laughed harder and nodded taking another bite of her apple as she watched the scene with an earnest grin dancing across her lips. "That's it my minions, dance, dance like puppets on a string" She howled with laughter as one man was thrown into a pile of horse shit which triggered the real fight between both men.

"You're a cruel, cruel woman dearie"

Her grin curved into a smirk before she tossed the apple away over the side of the building. "Perhaps next time they'll learn not to try and test my patience," Another howl of laughter came from her as she watched one draw a blade on the other, blood flying in a fine spray from the wound across the others torso. "Pity I have other things to do" She commented dismissively before turning away and jumping off the roof.

"Oh? And what would that be dearie?"

She looked to me as I appeared beside her again. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty curly head of hair about my love," She gave me a sly grin as she placed her finger under my chin tipping it up slightly and pressed a kiss to my lips. "If you're worried about your bed getting cold, you needn't worry, I'll be there by morning's light"

"Oh I know you will dearie"

She grinned impishly and turned away as we reached the stables, one last chaste kiss was placed to my lips before she disappeared inside to gather her stallion. I gave a short shake of my head and turned on my heel, the fight in the square had distracted me from what I was here to do.

I snapped from the memory and watched the spinning wheel slowly turn and felt a smile tug at my lips, she'd always loved to pit people against each other when they tried to cross her, she had a way of finding out anyone and everyone's dirty little secrets only people didn't know she knew until it was too late and their secrets had been spilled into the nearest ear, more often than not that happened to be my ear.

I closed my eyes for a moment wondering if there was a way to break her part of the curse without damaging her completely and without having to wait for Emma to break the curse, it was obvious the latter one would take too long if at all. I wonder if I can jog her memory somehow, there has to be something I can do. I paused watching the thread as it twisted and fell still again in the small breeze and smiled remembering one of the morning's we'd spent together.

I slowly opened my eyes and blinked several times before looking to the woman of my right, her hair messily splayed across her shoulder and pillow, chest rising and falling with each small breath she took as her eyes moved under her eyelids. I watched her for a moment longer before reaching out and brushing a few strands away from her eyes, she twitched rolling onto her side, the star glittering around her neck falling to the side across her bare chest.

I traced a line along her jaw and down her neck continuing along her shoulder and arm before stopping at the palm of her hand; I jumped slightly as she moved, fingers intertwining with mine, body pressing up against me, a chuckle slipped from her lips. "Morning"

"Morning dearie, sleep well"

She shifted stretching and gave a nod as she yawned before sitting upright and leaning forward, her spine cracking in several places.

I ran my eyes over the bare expanse of her back and leant forward carefully reaching out and tracing the length of her spine. She turned looking over her shoulder and smiled softly, black hair spilling down over her other shoulder before she leant back curling herself into me.

"So what's on today's agenda dearie?"

A wicked grin graced her lips as she turned and pushed me down pinning me to the bed, fingers curling around my wrists. "Other than spending all day in bed with you?" She queried. "Nothing, absolutely nothing"

I sighed stopping the spinning wheel turning and sat for a moment staring at it before standing, the lack of magic in this land was annoying at the best of times, if I could have forced her to remember all those memories we'd shared I would, I would have done it in a heartbeat. I looked towards the grey sky outside the small basement window and glared at it, I hated to admit it but without my dear little thief I was lonely and that was something I never wanted to feel ever again, not when she was within my reach.