Disclaimer: I will be mentioning a few famous places in this chap. Please know that my knowledge of most, if not all of them is limited. I say weather or not in the story if I have or haven't, and explain more at the end.

Emma was sleeping at Gold's again. Because while it pained her to admit it, it was a nice house, she wasn't sleeping in Gold's room, obviously, but the one near his room was a lovely light pink color, just like the outside of the house. And the bed was like sleeping on a cloud, with a blanket of pure sunshine. In other words, it was the best bed she had ever slept on. And her dreams were showing it, she was having a wonderful dream, she was in a field on a beautiful spring day watching Henry run back and forth with three other children. Henry looked to be a bit older, with a look of pure joy on his face, running and playing with his younger friends. One of them was about to say something to her, when she woke up, and could have sworn she had heard something.

As she strained her ears, she heard it again, it sounded like… Crying?

Emma went out of her room, and heard the noise coming from Gold's room. And as she got closer, she heard him, not quite yelling, but he sounded desperate. "No… No… No please… Come back… Come back… Bea… Bea... No please… I… I want to come with you… Bea!" And as he said the name, he shot up in bed, looking terrified, and looking like he was still in his dream, He said in a whimper. "I want to come with you." And then he fell back down into his bed, and sobbed.

Emma decided that now was not the best time to let Gold know she was there, so she quietly left and went back to her room.

Storybroke Church

Emma was sure waking up to Gold yelling was an omen, because today was Graham's funeral. Yay.

The term sad didn't quite seem to do the atmosphere justice, more like downright depressing, almost to the point of being suicidal. After about the 23rd person had said how the dearly departed sheriff had saved their pet from a tree, Emma was stuck between unbelievable boredom, unimaginable sadness, an overwhelming urge to leave, and a feeling of being unable to leave. Here was a true friend, and all people could do was say the same basic speech, "He was a friend", "He did this *insert dead*", "He did that *insert something else*", "He was a good man", "He will be truly missed", and then they stepped down.

It would have been nice, touching even, if it wasn't for the fact that that apparently nothing ever happened in this town other then lost dogs and cats up trees. Where was the fire department?

She didn't even notice it was her turn to speak until Gold nudged her. "It's you turn dear." He said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Thanks." Emma said, and she meant it. And then she walked up to the podium to face everyone. "Words fail me when it comes to describing Graham. I could say he was brave, kind, and honest, a true friend, but I'm sure everyone knows that already." Pausing for a breath, she continued, "I am instead going to say that Graham was remarkable, even in the end he was amassing. He did something none have ever done before. He had faith in me. He looked passed my passed and gave me a chance, he saw the good in me and decided it was enough to make me his deputy, his second in command as it were. And my only regret, one I will never forgive myself for is the fact that I never told him how much that meant to me. Graham, if you're lessening, I am truly sorry you had to learn about how much it meant to me under these circumstances, but know I will always work to make you proud, and know that your faith was not misplaced. Thank you." And Emma went down, and when she got to Gold she said. "Come on, one more minuet of this and I might shout somebody, especially if Regina gets up to talk."

As they walked to Gold's car, Emma kept her head down and was thinking. She didn't even notice where they were going until she suddenly realized they had been driving threw trees for too long. "Gold, where are we going?"

"It's time to begin our Honeymoon. Unless you wanted to stay for the wake and have people you don't know give you fake sympathy." The look on Emma's face was all the answer he needed. "Didn't think so."

"But what about the fact I don't have anything packed?"

"Dove packed us each three sets of cloths in the trunk. The rest we can buy."

Emma was about to say something, but then they passed the sign leading out of town. "Well, I guess their goes Henry's theory."

"Oh, I wouldn't count the boy out yet, the rules of the curse are that you can leave, but only if you intend to come back." He said, enjoying Emma's shocked look. "The boy was bouncing ideas off of me while we were rent collecting, and I had fun showing him loopholes in the curse's rules."

"So you were encouraging Henry." Emma said, not sure if she should be appalled or not.

"When men first said the world was round, they were burned. And when doctors first started saving people, they were devil worshipers."

"Your point?" Emma said confused.

"You can't destroy a theory until it is fully formed, once all the kinks and hair-line fractures have been fixed in their mind, then you can go for the kill. Once it's been "proven" that the world is flat, you can try and find the problem with it, otherwise they can just compensate for the idea."

"So you were trying to help."

"Now why is that so hard to believe? If Henry had know I left town, when that is "impossible" then he would just say that maybe I found a loophole, but you can't control what he thinks the loophole's rules are. But if he is told what they are, then you know what he will think, and it is one less unforeseen problem latter. Got it?" Gold said smiling. And Emma had to admit, it wasn't the worst plan.

"Yeah I got it, so where are we going?"

"The deal was I don't have to tell you dear."

"Doesn't mean I can't still ask."

"Now you're learning." Gold said with a smile. "We are going to get you a new car."

"What. Why?"

"Because you ride a death trap."

"And what do you call this?" Emma said gesturing to Gold's Cadillac.

"I call this a 25 year old Cadillac, a car off which is serviced every six months, has its oil changed every three months, and is reupholstered every two years." He said, looking very smug. "In other words it drives like new and it would take a bomb going off in it to make it not be able to run. Your car on the other hand is a Bug that is older than Henry and probably hasn't been looked at by anyone who could be called a mechanic by any stretch of the imagination."

"Yes, the bug is a little rusty, but I don't need a new car."

"And that is why I'm getting you one." Gold said, earning a confused look from Emma. "As my wife, I want you to get used to stop looking at things strictly in a 'do I need it' way, and start looking at it in a 'do I want it way', understand?" Emma nodded. "Good, now I realize the bug must have sentimental value, otherwise I'm sure someone as resourceful as you would find another one. So I'm having the bug fixed, but I would still feel better if you had something to drive in that wouldn't fall apart at the drop of a hat."

It was a quite ride to a Ford dealer. And after reassuring Emma that paying for a brand new car and not a used one would not make a big, or even a noticeable dent in his savings, she agreed.

At the dealer, the man who came up, Joe, was a poster boy sales man. Handsome, young, talking faster than most people could understand, he directed them around and showed them a few cars, mentioning all the safety fetchers and doodads and thing-a-ma-gigs and what-nots and what-a-ya-call-ums. He was ready to talk price when Gold said. "Joe, would you please go get the most important person here."

"I'm sorry?"

"You heard me, go and the person who gets paid the most to work here and tell them there is a man here who wants to buy a car much less then it is worth and is being a nuisance."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Joe said, looking extremely confused, Emma happened to agree.

Gold however remained calm and simply pulled out five green pieces of paper with Benjamin Franklins' picture on them. "I'm not giving you this to understand Joe, just do it please." And after pressing the money into the man's hand, Joe went off.

A few minutes later a woman who looked to be about 30 came out with Joe, while Joe looked friendly and approachable, this woman looked like she had ice water in her veins and was as friendly and approachable as a very, very pissed off crocodile, and probably had the same killer instincts and tear flesh from your bones mentality. "Hello, my name is Elisabeth. Is there a problem?" She asked, and while it was calm and seemed none-threatening, Emma felt an urge to run.

"Not at all." Gold said as calm as ever. "I paid Joe here to lie in order to get you out here so that I could have the best person show me which car to buy." The woman gave Joe a death glare. "So my question for you is which car I should buy for my wife and hopefully soon to be family." Gold said earning a glare from Emma.

"Well, since you went to all this trouble, I would suggest a Toyota you..." The woman never finished the sentence, because at that moment Gold pulled out a big stack of 100s and slammed them onto the hood of the car they were next to. Everyone's eyes went wide when they noticed how many 0s were on the brown band of the stack.

"Now that I have your attention. I want the safest car you have, the closer it is to a tank, the better, and I want it with all the little bells and whistles to, that means if it has anti missile whatever or anti-nuclear I-don't-know-what, I want it. Money is no object."

After that, the shopping trip went quickly, Emma told them she wanted it a nice navy blue, and Gold even let her give the woman, who was surprisingly friendlier now the stacks of money, which was very fun. And after an hour or so and 50 thousand signatures latter, the car would be delivered in twelve to sixteen days. And so Gold and Emma continued on their trip.

"Ok, that was a lot of fun." Emma said, with the biggest smile anyone had ever seen on her.

"I told you." Gold said.

"I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to just go up to a sales person and show them a stack of hundreds and say 'give me'."

"Well, now you can."

Emma sighed, and looked out her window dreamily. "I wonder if this is what winning the lottery feels like. One day your poor, of at least not very rich, and suddenly you wake up to find you have more money than most people will ever have." Emma then looked over at Gold again. "So where are we going now."

"Oh, I don't know, I'm not sure if you can handle it, considering how much the shopping trip has effected you."

"Oh come on Gold, you can tell me where we will be staying at least."

"Oh I think that might be the problem, we're staying at some hole in the wall I found online that costs an obscene amount for the honeymoon sweet, for no good reason really."

"Oh yeah, well I've stay at every hole in the wall on the east coast, how bad could it be?" Emma said looking curious.

"Well…" Gold said looking like he was thinking. "Oh, all right, but promise you won't get to mad at me."

"Yes Gold, now will you just tell me."

"Have you ever heard of Trump Tower Hotel?" He said, not bothering even slightly to hold back a laugh at Emma's dumbfounded look. "Well if it's that bad we could go some where else."

Trump Tower Hotel * No I have never been here, actual I'm not sure if they have a honeymoon sweet, but this is Fic, so. *

When they arrived in New York, they went strait to the hotel. The view was, stunning; there was no other word for it.

If the view was great, the room was equal. The colors were many lovely shades of red, from pink to crimson. The master bed room was huge with a mirror on the cycling, and the bed was so big Emma wasn't sure if she'd be able to see Gold. 'Not that we'll be sleeping together.' She thought.

'But, there is no other bed in here.' Said the Gold voice.

When Emma realized he, it, you know, was right, she went pale. "Gold!" Emma yelled.

"Yes dear?"

"Where is the other bed?"

"Emma, it's the 'Honeymoon' sweet, they only come with one bed, newlyweds don't normally use more than one." Then Gold laughed. "Actually, to be fair, on our wedding night you were more than willing to not use a bed period."

"Yes, well I was a little drunk, which is not true now."

"Yes, that is a sad thing, but I might have a solution to that problem." And then Gold went and brought two wine bottles in an ice bucket out of the kitchen and two one ounce wine glasses. "Krug 1928, very nice champagne, know to have a lovely and soothing flavor." Gold said opening the bottle and pouring Emma a glass. "Of course, when you learn about the price tag, it is a little hard to be soothed by it."

"Oh really?" Emma said sipping the wine slowly. "And just how much is each bottle." She said as she set the glass down

"Only $21,000 a bottle." Gold said, and Emma's eye went wide, and she then looked down at the glass on the table. "In case you're wondering, that glass used to contain $828.06 in it, I'd say you just drunk about $30 worth in that one sip.

Emma took a moment to recover, but she couldn't help but smile knowing Gold was trying to impress her, and give her a good time. "Are you sure you want me drunk that badly, not that I'm complaining, but it seems a little expensive."

"Well, considering what a beautiful lady you are, it's more than worth it." Gold said. There was a knock at the door, and Gold went to answer it. A few moments latter a man with two covered trays came in and put them on the table, along with another glass of wine and candles.

"More wine, really?" Emma asked amused.

"Of course, it's a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, a rich, dry red wine with black fruit, oak and pepper. It will go wonderful with our filet mignon." Gold said, removing the covers to reveal two plates with mouth watering steak on them. "White wine would ruin it." He said smiling. "Shall we eat?"

Emma went and sat down, and after lighting the candles and pouring some wine, the man left. They ate in a comfortable silence, until Gold said something unusual. "Where angels fear to tread."

"I'm sorry, what?" Emma asked confused.

"Sorry, but I just thought of an old game we could play. It's called 'Don't go where angels fear to tread'. It's a game where we go back and forth asking each other questions."

"Ok, but what is with the weird name?" Emma asked amused.

"Well that's the twist; you ask a question, like what's my favorite color. But you have to answer the question as well. The rule is you can only ask questions that you can answer, so at first you do stupid questions like that, but after a while it gets more personal."

"Ok, like what?"

"Well, let's say you asked me when I first had sex. That would be personal question, and then assume that I have never had sex, I can't answer the question, but then you still have to, and you have to be careful how you say it. Because if you ask something like who was my first girlfriend, I could just say that girl down the road I met when I was seven."

"Ok, is there a point, like can you win?"

"Oh yes, the goal is to try and find out as much as you can about the other person, and once you stop, you add up how many time we answered, who answered the least number of questions wins."

"Hmmm, ok Gold. I'll go first. What is your favorite color?"

"Gold, you?"

"Red."

"How many relationships have you been in with the opposite sex?" Gold asked.

Emma thought for a moment. "43, you?"

"Counting this one, five."

"Not bad. Favorite childhood memory?"

"Getting the first bight of meat pie."

"What?"

"No no, the rules are, you must answer next, not asking for explanations."

"Fine, picking Tallahassee."

"Not bad, now have you ever loved anyone?"

Emma choked on her wine. "What?"

"You heard me."

"Yes, I've loved two people."

"I've loved nine." Gold said sadly.

Emma noticed the pained expression on Gold's face, but wasn't sure if it was because he'd lost the people he loved, of if he was sure he wasn't one of the people she loved. Then and idea stuck her. "Explain what you meant in the last question?"

Gold looked up sharply at her, looking a little afraid, and then defeated. "The first person I loved was my father, the second and third was my adoptive mothers, next was my son." Emma dropped her fork when she heard that. Gold continued. "The fifth was a woman named Cora I was romantically involved with, and then there were there young women who I helped through a difficult time in each of their lives, they almost thought of me as a father figure." Gold said smiling at a found memory. "The last person I ever dared love was my second and worst romantic love, Belle." Gold said, looking drained from what he had said. "So what about you?"

Emma had to drink some wine; her heart was breaking for Gold and she felt a bit responsible. "The only people I've ever loved are Henry and his father, the scum."

"I'm sorry to hear that, you deserve to be loved Emma. What is your favorite food?"

"Grilled cheese."

"Hamburgers."

"Ah, so," Emma was thinking, what would be a question that might cheer up Gold. "um, what did you mean by your favorite childhood memory." Reliving that would make him happy she was sure.

But Gold's shoulders fell when he heard the question. Oh no. "When I was a boy, my mothers would bake after a hard day's work, and at the end of the day, when the meat pies were fresh out of the oven, they would let me have the first bight. It would warm me right to my core, and for a moment I could forget that I was the little boy, completely unloved by his father." When he finished, Gold poured himself some more wine, looking sadder than before. "So what about you?" He asked, but it lacked to normal, Gold-ness, to it.

"Right before I went to prison, Henry's father and I were on the road. We would wait outside of motels and when people checked out, we would run in for a quick shower. One day he thought we should go and settle down, so he had me close my eyes and point to a place on the map and we would go there and live out our lives."

"And you picked Tallahassee."

"Yeah, but clearly things didn't go according to plan, I ended up in jail when he had me take the fall for some watches he had stolen."

"If I ever meet him, make sure to not stand between us, I'm not sure if I'd be able to resist taking a swing at him." Gold said chuckling is a depressed sort of way.

"Well, all I can say is you won't hear me asking you to stop beating on him."

"I don't suppose you'd mind telling me about him."

"I don't think there is a way for you to answer that question."

"True." Gold said sipping his wine. He then looked out the window. "What do you think of Central Park?"

"It's pretty, lots of… trees." Emma said laughing.

"Yes, it might be that because I've lived in a town which is 90% trees for so long I can't see the why having that little piece of land dedicated to them."

"Well, take it from a mostly city girl, trees that aren't small enough that you can wrap your hand around them are a bit or a novelty." Emma said, finishing another glass and pouring more. "So what do you think about your parents?"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Well, you said your dad abandoned you, my parents abandoned me, so one orphan to another, and how did it affect you and all those little details, like how your foster parents treated you?"

"My father, who is without a shadow of even an atom's worth of doubt a piece of scum, I say that bearing in mind that I have insulted most pieces of scum. He never wanted to be a father, and so after I was helped by my soon to become foster mothers to find a way to leave our home and his reputation behind me. But instead of lessening to them and leaving without him, an eight year old who still had faith in his father took him with me. Less than a day there, he makes a deal with what I can only describe as the devil for a new life. The condition being that I cannot stay with him. I'll let you fill in the rest of the blanks as to what he chose." Gold said gulping down his almost full glass of wine and then refilling it. "After that, my foster mothers took me back. They taught me their stock and trade, and now I'm a successful business man."

Emma was staring at Gold wide eyed, not noticing she had drunk two glasses of wine during the story. Or that they had opened another bottle of the Cabernet Sauvignon. "Well, my past kind of seems nice now, my parents abandoned me by the side of the road never looked back. A couple dozen foster homes latter and I'm eighteen. One or two of the homes were good, most were bad, more than a handful of truly horrid ones. Mostly they taught me that life isn't fare, and to not let it beat you down."

"A wise lesson." Gold said, sipping his wine a bit slower now. "I'm beginning to wonder why I suggested this game, I'm getting nothing but questions I'd rather not answer, and I don't want to ask you to give more details."

"Well, how about you tell me about your son's other parent, what happened to her?"

Gold looked up at her sharply, with a terrified look. "Emma, I'm going to beg you to take that question back, I'm almost certain that you don't want to talk about Henry's father any more than I want to talk about her."

Emma was shocked. "She can't have been as bad as Henry's dad."

"No, I can promise you that relationship ended worse than yours did, much worse."

"Oh come on, Henry's dad left me and had me take the fall for his crimes. How could she be worse?"

Gold drank all the wine in his glass, he then finished two more before speaking again. "She never loved me." Gold said causing Emma to gasp. "For most of our marriage she would wake up looking at me with complete disgust. She would often tell me she wished I had died in a war I had been drafted into. At first I blamed myself, I had deserted after learning she was pregnant, I knew I was going to die, the only way you left that battle field was in pieces, weather you were living of dead was a matter of opinion." He said as he finished off another glass with a haunted look.

After pouring another he said. "Then she ran away and left a crippled coward to raise our seven year old son on my own. When he was fourteen, the same enemy that took my leg took him." Gold could feel a single tear go down his cheek, but he was too far gone to notice. "After a year or so without him, and having become rather wealthy and powerful quickly I found Killian Jones, the pirate for lack of a better term who I thought had kidnapped her. He had challenged me to an unfair fight for her that day, and after telling me she had died, I thought why not take him up on the offer now. After beating him, and thinking what the worst way I could kill him was, she intervened." Emma looked shocked at this. By this time they were both a little more drunk then sober. "After making a deal for their lives, I asked her how she could have abandoned our son. I knew why she left me, but him that was something I could never understand. She told me it was because she never loved me, and after a very horrible year and a very, very horrible day, I killed her."

If Emma looked shocked before, she looked beyond words now. "Did…" She was having trouble finding her voice, and not just from the drinking.

"Did I mean to?" Gold asked.

"Y…yeah, that."

"Not entirely. It was as if all of the pain from my less than happy life just came rocketing up to the surface the moment she said that. I don't regret it, and in my defense she was staring down the barrel of a loaded gun. But no, I didn't want her to die; the only thing I regret about that day is the fact that, after I got her the first time, she fell back into her lover's arms and said she loved him. I regret she said that, if she hadn't she might be alive today, and I might not be as dark as I am now."

"What happened to Killian?"

"I cut off his hand and told him to run before I gutted him and his whole crew." Emma looked a little pale when he said that. "I was not in my right mind at the time. So, who do you think had a worse relationship?"

"You I'd say."

"I take it you're not happy about this."

Emma thought for a moment "To be honest, I'm surprisingly ok with it." It was now Gold's turn to be shocked. "If I was in your position, I think I would have reacted the same, you weren't in you right mind, you'd lost your son to horrific circumstances, and that woman wasn't a saint, that's for sure. And, it's in your past, so unless you plan to murder me, I'd say I'm fine with it. Plus it dose explain why you wanted me to where this ring." Emma said holding up her engagement ring.

"She was more than happy to sell it once she left. The worst part was I should have known it was strange that she took it; she hadn't worn it since I went away. I took me years to find it, and then I added the pearls to make it look better, and to help me forget."

"Well, they are very nice rings, thank you." Emma said. And then she had a thought. "What was your son's name?"

Gold looked at her. "Baelfire, I called him Bae for short." Gold then started to cry softly. "My poor poor boy."

And then Emma went to the other side of the table and kissed Gold on the lips. And after a few minutes they found themselves on a very comfortable bed, missing a few pieces of clothing.

I have visited New York, but in late spring, and while I saw central park, I have never actually been in side the park, and as for Trump, well if I could afford the stuff in the story, I'd try and buy OUAT and fire whoever thought to kill Bae.

And thank you to Guest, botts111, and Wolfgirl2013 for your kin reviews. And Guest, not sure if this is what you were asking at the end of your review, but a Beta is a fancy word for a proof reader that you can show your stories to over the site to help find mistakes and/or help with things like developing caricature or just bouncing ideas off of. And because I don't have one, if anyone wants the job, feel free to ask if you want it.

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