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Chapter 4: Some pieces just fit together…

Belle moved her hands over the covers. She was in Rumpelstintskins room. She stared at the pale white ceiling. Memories rushes through her head and some she didn't know she had. Those days locked in a room where coming back to her and it scared her. A cry, a baby's cry. Why was there a baby in that room with her? Or was it her cursed mind that made that up? She turned away. 'Annabeth', the name kept coming in her mind. The moments before her memory came back were dark. Just one name kept coming back: 'Annabeth' and 'mom'.
All of these things together made absolute no sense. Talking to Rumpelstiltskin was something she hardly wanted. She didn't want to worry him, now he just got her back. And babies and mom was not something she needed to say. He would make up the wrong thing. He would think she was crazy, how she ever gotten a baby and better what would have happened to it? And why did she keep hearing that baby's cry. Even in the darkest of the night she heard a little laugh. As she set up it became louder as a person was trying to call out to her. A person that needed her. Belle thought about a child of her and Rumpelstiltskin. A child that was would be really beautiful. Yet she couldn't let her mind wonder to that, no such child existed. And yet that very thing kept her busy.
She pulled herself from the bed and made it to the kitchen. Rumpelstiltskin had left a note that he'd gone to the store for a few minutes. Just for a moment, she was happy that she was alone. He was worried about her. She didn't need the worry, she just wanted some peace and quiet. And yet her mind wouldn't give that. She turned around as she almost heard it again. 'Not my baby'. A figure picking the child from her, why couldn't she figure out who stole the child? Belle turned around as she threw a plate to the floor.
"Belle…" Rumpelstiltskin stepped in the room. "What's wrong?"

"I don't understand." Belle screamed. "I don't remember what happened to me just before I got my memory back and a whole bunch of things before the curse are missing. There are just flashes, yet I can't place them. There's so much noise. So much noise."
"It's going to be okay, Belle." He replied. "You're going to be okay, memories don't come back just like that. It takes time."
"They did before…" Belle whispered "When the curse was broken, I didn't have any of these flashes. It's like something triggered something to return and whatever it is, I don't like it."
"It was my touch that brought you back…" He said. "You're okay."
"I don't know…" Belle turned around. She stepped to the window. In the window she almost saw a reflection, the eyes in front of her were way bluer then her own. She seemed like a young woman around her 20's. She was beautiful. She looked like Belle's twin. Belle turned around, how could she have seen her own twin in town. There was no chance this was her twin. As she turned around to Rumpelstiltskin.
"Belle…"
"Oh, Rumple." Belle smiled at him. "I'm so happy that you found your son. Please tell me you're being open to him, showing who you really are. This is your chance…"
"Well things aren't going as good…"Rumpelstiltskin turned to her. "But you shouldn't worry about that…"
"I wanna hear Rumple." Belle smiled "Tell me about it."
"I think he needs time."

"Everyone needs time." He stared at her. "You shouldn't make yourself mad."

Belle turned around, she walked to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water. She slowly put it in to a glass and brought it to her lips. The water was cold. For the moment she tried to be normal. Yet the name kept coming to her. Maybe she should head to the library. Read a book, it always took her mind of things. She slowly sat down once more again. The water felt great.
"Rumpel." Belle turned to him. "I'm going to the library."
"Should I walk you there…"
"No, Rumple. I need some peace and quiet. Can I get that?"

"Yes."

"I don't understand why anyone in their right mind would curse a whole group of people." Annabeth smiled. "It seems strange to me."
"It does to me too…" He smiled "And I'm from Neverland."
"I can't believe that you said Peter Pan was an ass…" Annabeth smiled
"So you're saying the Greek gods are real and hook up with people like me?"
"Kind off." Annabeth smiled "That's what it's like. My friend is the son of the gods, he hasn't been claimed. I assume Arres. He likes fighting and stuff."
"I can't believe that…"
"I can't believe that I walked up to a random woman and asked her if she was my mom." Annabeth laughed. "It turns out that she was Belle. It's just I thought that this woman, it seemed like I knew her somehow. I trusted her or a part of her. And I…"
"You're lost." Hook replied "Join the club. You don't need parents."
"It would be nice you know…" Annabeth smiled "To have parents to come home too. Or just a home. Or at least a bed, do you know it's been so long I've slept in a real bed. Or washed my clothes. It's been so long."

"Are you okay?"
"No." Annabeth looked at the water. "I thought this town would be the end of my journey. It just turns out that I will never find my parents and that makes me sad. I mean I would rather have a selfish father that no father at all. At least those people get to say they know who they came from."
"It's overrated." Annabeth gave a soft smile as she pulled herself up. She stared at the water and slowly turned around. Walking back in the town. Annabeth thought about it, did she want to leave? Leave everything that hurt her in this town. Yet she felt somehow that she needed time to get over her dream of finding her parents.

"Annabeth." Ian stepped next to her. "Are you okay after the Lacey fiasco?"
"Did you see that?" Annabeth's tears returned to her face. She just remembered the scene between her and Lacey. She didn't understand that her eyes didn't make her remember anything if she were her child. It was almost like she remembered that face. Yet it was never clear. Always fuzzy images. She couldn't understand why the image of Belle came to her mind more. It almost seemed like she saw her smiling back at me. Dressed in green shirt. She saw images of Belle with closes eyes. It almost felt like she spend more days as a baby, than she should have. Why were the images everywhere? Why couldn't she get them out of her mind?

Annabeth turned around. She couldn't say a word to Ian. Ian put his hand on her shoulders. He moved his hand from right to left. She didn't smile, she just kept her hands. She started trembling, as Ian tried to move her closer.
"Ian, I.." Annabeth pulled her away. "I got nothing from them. My parents, not power nor money. Not even love. All I want for them is to say: 'Annabeth, welcome home'. Is that too much to ask for?"
"It's not…" Annabeth screamed "Sometimes you just want something…"
"You're upset, Annabeth."
"No." Annabeth sat down. "I'm destroyed. I thought for once that I started to believe in love and now it seems to come down like a …"

"You need time." Ian stepped away. "Beth, please don't take too much."

Belle stared at the books. She had been reading books on memory loss for hours. The things she had been seeing was her memory coming back. There was also a thing as fake memories. Most people didn't know how this memories came to exist. Theories told that they came from frustration or maybe even the need to have something. Belle couldn't understand why a baby entered in her so called 'fake' memories. Or at least the sounds of the baby. A child, that could have been called Annabeth. Why was the touch of the hand so strong this moment? And why was she released of her persona? Belle remembered that Mary Margaret hadn't remembered David by the touch of the hand. Why was she different?
Belle put the book away. Pain was something that could make memories go away. It made the memory suppress certain things. There were all kinds of things to bring back memory, one of them was hypnoses. She believed that Doctor Hopper could do that. Yet there was a fear for what would happen. What would be hiding in her brain.
"Belle…" Rumpelstiltskin entered the library. "Belle, I'm worried about you. You've been here for 4 hours. What can you possibly be reading?"
"Stuff." Belle put the things away.
"Hypnoses." Rumpelstiltskin turned to her. "Belle, you can't mean that you want to mess with your brain. I can't protect you from what you find there."
"Well, you can't protect me from those flashes either." Belle replied "They keep coming Rumple. I hear stuff, I see stuff. Rumple, you can't believe what I see."
"Than what do you see, Belle?" He put her hand on her shoulders. "What do you hear?"
"I hear a baby." Belle turned to him. "I see a baby, I can feel tiny hands on my skin. I can remember all of these things. I can hear her cry, those tiny feet. I keep telling that they can't take her. I keep seeing this name: Annabeth."

"Annabeth…" Rumpelstiltskin turned to her in relief. "It's just a girl that stepped towards you thinking that you were her mother. That's why you think you remember a baby. You are pulling this thing in your life. It didn't really happen. There's no child, you never had a child. We never had a child. It's this girl that is in your mind."
"Girl?" Belle turned to him. "One girl that thinks I'm here mother, than why do I have all of this memories? Rumple there has to be a truth to this. I think…"
"Belle, if this were true…" Rumpelstiltskin "Than how did this kids came to exist before the curse and why is she only 17. You can't think that you kept the baby with you for over 10 years. And how did this child came to be. Magic?"
"Maybe, I say what I see, Rumple." Belle turned around. "Maybe you're right."
"Off course I'm right." Rumpelstiltskin pulled her in a hug. "Don't worry about this memory."

Annabeth moved her feet of the bridge. She watched the water pass by. Part of her thought about her life that had changed so much in a week. Her life seemed better a week ago. Yet there was something about the fairytales that made her happy. She threw another rock of the bridge.
"We call this the toll bridge." Regina's voice sounded from the other side. "I heard about the story you told in the town."
"Oh…" Annabeth turned around. "I just…"

"I think you should learn the rules of this town…" Regina stepped closer. "Learn who's boss."
"What?"

Annabeth noticed that Regina launched at her. She pulled her by her dark brown hair, pushing her over the bridge. Her hair was pointing to the water. Regina's breath was something that she would always remember. It was slow, as if she didn't understand what she was doing.
"I don't get why you returned…" Regina said. "You were the revenge I never should have done. And now I'm getting rid of it."

Regina pushed her farther and stared in her eyes as Regina pushed her of it. She couldn't believe the fear in the woman's eyes as she felt herself falling towards the water and the stones. Why had she not fought Regina? Because she was not able to find a way to get over her sadness and anger. And as she kept thinking, she felt nothing. The sudden smoke and ground under her feet didn't tell her anything. As she opened her eyes she stood in front of Regina. Regina's mouth was wide open. How did she get here?
"Magic." Regina opened her eyes wider. "You can use magic."

Regina's disappeared in a cloud that had appeared around her. She was gone. Magic, she could do magic. What were those powers and what could she do with it? And who gave them to her. If she could do magic, than her mother had to be magical. She thought about Regina, Regina could do magic. But how did revenge fit in having a child? And did someone steal her from Regina? And if she was stolen, why would Regina kill her. Than it came to her, maybe her father knew magic and if her father knew magic, she could find him. Maybe she should find someone else who had magic. Annabeth softly moved her head.

She stared at her hands, how would she make it work. Would she think about something and would it just show up? Or did it work differently. Annabeth stared at her hand. Magic, she never believed she would possess powers like that. Annabeth stared at her hand as her mind went to some ice cream. She felt like it and it seemed simple. As she thought about it, it appeared in a cloud of purple smoke. This gave her power. Annabeth smiled, her parents did leave her power.

Belle stood in front of the office of Doctor Hopper. What did she need to say? Can you please help me find out if I have a child that was stolen from me. Or something like that. Or maybe she needed to say something else. Belle turned around as she moved her hand through her hair. Wasn't there a better way? A better possibility? No, Rumple would never help her with this. He was sure that a woman had brought this in her head, yet her heart to her it wasn't true. As the door opened up, Archie stepped outside.
"Belle…"
"I need you to hypnotize me." Belle spoke "I feel like someone is in pain or that she needs me. I feel like something happened when I was under the curse, it's all in my brain. You need to bring me back there…"

"Belle, the curse was a curious thing."
"It was." Belle spoke "But it there is someone out there looking for me, I need to know. If someone stole my baby , that someone is going to pay. That's my child and I'm going to get her back."
"Belle…" Archie sat down. "Where did this delusion come from? The delusion you have a child?"
"No, Rumple is treating me this way.." Belle pushed him inside. "I'm always sweet and understand. I see the good in people, yet I have this constant memory of a child. They pull her away from me. I'm not going to sit around here, while someone kidnapped my child! If I have a child, I'm going to get her back. And I'm going to hurt whoever stole her from me. So you will put me under. You don't have a choice, you know that if I told Rumple you hurt me, he would let you pay. So the power is on my side, so you will either way put me under or you will pay the price."
"Belle.." Archie turned to her. "What happened to you?"

"Someone pissed me off." Belle smiled. "That's what happened to me."

Belle lay down on the sofa. Archie was kind of nervous, he had never seen Belle mad at all. Yet right now all kind of emotions were going through her body. Archie told her that they were going to go back to the beginning of the spell. That was about 28 years ago. Belle wasn't happy about being in that room in the hospital again. So far she knew she had never been happy there. She stared around as a soft cry came from under her bed.
"What do you see?" The voice of Hopper came through.
"I hear a child." Belle replied "I swear it, I hear a child."

"Look for the child." Archie spoke "Belle, can you find the child?"
"I think it's under here somehow." Belle slowly pulled the blanket up. It revealed a child with the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Belle smiled as she pulled her closer, how could she have forgotten her? Annabeth. Just seeing her daughter brought everything back. The dream that conceived her, the struggle she had to get her and the beautiful smiles she got from the young child. And then most painful thing happened. Regina pulled her from her arms. She begged her to leave her there. Leave her child with her. She cried.

"Belle, calm down." Archie replied "I think we'll have to get you out of it."

Belle opened her eyes as she came back to reality. Annabeth her daughter, her beautiful 4 month year old was pulled away from her by Regina. An anger appeared in her. Why would Regina steal her child from her? What had she done to her small infant? And would she be able to find it?
"Regina…" Belle squinted her eyes. "She locked me up and stole my child."
"Belle, sometimes the memory can deceive us…"

"Are you saying I don't know I have a child?" Belle cried. "She's been calling to me all of these years, and I've never heard. I hear her little cries, I hear her laugh. That wonderful sound and Regina took that most precious life away from me. I know that I have a baby and those memories were real. You can't call me crazy, she kept me Belle under the spell. And Rumple…"
"True love brought you back…
"She kept me Belle." Belle stared up. "And she brought me back, that child I hurt in the diner as Lacey is my little Annabeth."

"You're projecting your need to have a child on this girl."
"I don't have a need to have a child." Belle smiled "I have a child and she's right here in Storybrooke. I'm going to her and I'm telling her that I love her."
"Belle, you're losing it."

What should Belle do now? Would Rumpelstiltskin believe her? And could she prove it? How would Rumpelstiltskin/Belle react if Hook would fall for Annabeth?