Hey,

This is for me a very hard chapter, I had a hard day today and I needed to get my emotions to go somewhere. I didn't get any words out of my system in the story, so I needed this.

There are a few new plans on my mind about making spin offs of this story. Firstly: I'm going to put out a Belle origins story, going back to her childhood and revealing some things about her mother and some secrets. I'm excited about writing this, this will later tie in with something I've planned doing.

Secondly: I will continue with my own spin on season 3 and Nederland in another story, or special chapters in this story. I haven't figured that out yet.

Thirdly: I might have my own plans with the Once upon a time in Wonderland series, making it kind of different. I don't want you to think I don't like OUATIW, I do love it. It just I want to create my own story.

Fourthly: I will be featuring Oz and Wicked in a way, maybe even tying it to a certain character. And no it's not Regina! (Well, maybe I would be LOL)

Fiftly: I want to certainly bring Ian back and get Greek myths involved in the Once upon a time, and the once upon a time in wonderland.

Thank you so much! I hope you will enjoy this chapter! Thank you for all these review! I love you guys! I really do!

Enjoy,

TempeGeller

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Chapter 8: Truly the strongest of them all

Annabeth walked over the street, a book tightly pushed under her arm. She wanted to go to a beautiful garden, reading a book as she stared to the water passing by. She pulled the book open and slowly moved over the streets reading the book. Her eyes stared at the words as they moved around her face. She loved every small word in there, every little image that came to her. This was the one thing she had in common with her mother. The books, they both were madly about them. Both of them shared a special love with the books and as she pulled wicked closer to her body, she truly cared for Gregory Maguire's words. Did Elphaba actually exist someone out there and would she be like the musical image? Or did she truly capture the more 'allergic' Elphaba from the book.
"You truly are like your mother…" Emma spoke "That is if you believe the Disney movie, walking on the streets reading a book. The only other person I've ever saw doing that is your mother…"

"Emma…" Annabeth paused.
"I realize we've never truly spoken." Emma turned to her. "And I feel kind of sorry for that, I mean thinking you and I are going through the same thing, living in the same world."
"Well…"Annabeth turned to her. "Have you been chased by monsters all through America?"
"No." Emma smiled "But I did chase people all over America, so that kind of makes a little alike. Right? It's just I need to talk about…"

"What?"
"I see in a way we could help each other." Emma spoke "I always have the need to talk to someone who understand, who's been alone her whole life. I always wanted someone to talk too and you went through a similar situation. I think maybe we could talk…"
"Our situation wasn't that similar." Annabeth paused "Regina kidnapped me from my mother's loving arms. You were send to this world as a savior. Your parents wanted you to be saved, Regina pulled me from a crying woman. I don't think we're all that similar."

"I'm not talking about the situation." Emma sat down on a bench next to the road. "Don't you ever feel anger towards Belle. I mean your mom, towards Rumpelstiltskin. Anger to them not coming to find you. Don't you?"
"She was locked in an asylum for 28 years, I can't be angry with her." Annabeth sat down next to her. "I can't feel anger towards mom or dad, all my life I've wanted a family, I'm not going to waste any time being angry with her. If I was, I would see the hurt on her face. Anything she wants is to be close to you. I've been on the road, just Ian for years. I've felt alone for so long. It's such a relieve to have a mother to share something with."
"So you don't feel like there are parts of her life you blame her for…" Emma stared at her. "If she kept me with her, we would have been together."
"In a cursed mind, being together wouldn't mean a thing. The worst thing is being in a world so close, yet your heart not feeling anything. Who would have broken the curse if you weren't here? I have felt anger in my life, trust me I have. The moment I felt a peace in my heart, was when I let go of the anger. Emma, trust me. Anything in there, you can feel lost, it's anger that makes your heart feel lost. It makes you out of balance…" Annabeth paused "Trust me I was there about two weeks ago and I feel like there are parts of the day I feel so angry at life, for letting Regina take me, yet there is not one piece of anger towards my mom or my dad, there's no one can make me feel that. I know you know they did the best for you."

"Then why couldn't you have been the savior…" Emma stared at her. "You have magical powers, you are the daughter of the dark one and a princess. Why could you not have gotten the responsibility to save the world. It seems like you haven't done anything different for the past 19 years."
"Do you know how I spent my 9th birthday?" Annabeth turned to her. "My throat was almost slashed by a fury. A couple of seconds later, I almost broke my neck. That's what my life was like. Were you in the foster system?"
"Yes." Emma turned away. "It was awful."
"I was in it for about 4 months…" Annabeth turned to her. "Shipped off to 14 families, one of them would lock me in the trunk of their car, for dropping something. When I came home later, they ironed my hands. After family number 14, I took my bags and left. I didn't want to handle any more families."

"I had a family when I was a baby, they kept me until I was 3 years old." Emma paused "That's when they got pregnant with their own child, I was suddenly too much."
"I had a mother…" Annabeth paused "Not Belle, off course, an adoptive woman. She was with me until a day before turning 7. She went to the store for getting a cake, the store was held hostage. They shot her because she tried to save someone else. Only one woman died that day, my whole life I've felt guilty towards her. If I hadn't asked after a cake, she would still be alive. I kind of think I disserved this life, for asking after that cake."
"You really think that?" Emma paused
"You must have thought it was your fault." Annabeth paused "I mean we all do when we're children. I walked through life, I think it took me 6 months before I met Ian. He thought me to be strong, I might have fought monsters. But no one would get to me again. I think that's why you're scared, you think Snow and Charming are going to get tired of you. And they will return you. I feel the same way, I feel scared that my mom will think that I'm truly not good enough."

"I don't think Belle is never going to get tired off you." Emma put her arm around her shoulder.
"That's it you have your answer." Annabeth smiled "They're our parents, they can't grow tired of you. Right?"
"So now let's get to the fun part." Emma smiled "your mother truly kind of looks like the animated version of Beauty in the beast. She truly looks exactly like her."
"She truly does." Annabeth paused "Did you watch Harry Potter?"

"Harry Potter…" Emma paused "Come to die. Hell ya, you're a loser if you haven't watched that. I used to really love this. I was addicted to these movies."
"Are you saying you did not read the book?"
"Yeah, hipster Belle jr." Emma smiled as gave Annabeth a playful touch. "The book is better than the movie. I do want to hand you my old hipster glasses."
"Haha,.." Annabeth paused "Okay, favorite artist at 1,2,3…"
"Meatloaf." Emma and Annabeth said together.
"Remember Rocky horror picture show…" Annabeth paused "I went to see it 5 times, in 5 different cities. It was amazing."
"Was there much food involved?" Emma raised her eyebrow. "Mostly thrown at you."
"Two of the five times."

"Favorite fairytale character?" Emma turned to Annabeth.
"Belle."

"Truly?" Emma laughed "Your mom is your favorite fairytale character. Not fair. Mine is Ariel. I always did like musicals."
"I used to hate Dorothy…" Annabeth smiled "I always thought Dorothy entered Oz killing this poor woman, enters Glinda, she super happy that this woman is dead. Than enters the sister, the wicked witch of the west, she's in grief that her sister is dead. Glinda goes on stealing the dead woman's shoes and makes it so they can't remove them from Dorothy's feet. This woman asks them back, because she wants something to remember her sister. What happens the poor woman dies, because of nothing."
"Yeah, Glinda seemed to be an evil master mind." Emma smiled "You must have loved wicked. I mean you're reading the book walking over the street, off course you love wicked. I've seen the musical. It's amazing. So, I would totally feel like putting on a small wicked performance. What do you say Elphaba?"
"Got any green make up…" Annabeth laughed

The girls laughed for a few seconds. It seemed strange that Emma found someone that was a lot like her. Annabeth was honest towards her and she seemed to be funny. She stared at her for just a few seconds. A couple of moments later, they were joined by Henry.
"Mom…" Henry paused. "Aunt Annabeth."
"This is totally awkward." Emma turned to Annabeth. "Does that make us related?"
"You're not married to my brother." Annabeth smiled "Technically you're not my sister-in-law."
"So…" Henry turned to Annabeth. "Do you know Belle's history, it seems to be missing in the book. I want to know where she comes from. We just know that she was a princess."
"I haven't asked her." Annabeth smiled.
"Have you talked to Hook?" Henry spoke "It's important for operation python."
"Hey, kid…" Emma paused "I thought we went with operation eagle."

"Why not operation 'Hook is a jackass'." Annabeth paused. "I'm not willing to talk to him again, I mean he's in love with me. Every time I get near him, I get this strong feeling. I just don't know whether I love him or I loathe him."
"How's that possible?" Henry paused "You're a princess. You are supposed to fall instantly in love."
"Not in this world, kid."
"Guys are jackasses." Annabeth paused. "You better not end up like one of those guys."
"He's a kid." Emma paused. "An, not really ready for the guys are stupid talk."
"But mom, it's perfect." Henry stopped. "She's turning Hook in to a hero, you two need to get together. It would be perfect, it's a whole new Beauty and the beast."
"Well, Hook's not part of Beauty and the beast, I would never get my chance with Hopper." Annabeth paused. "I would prefer a psychologist over a pirate any day."

"You know he's not that bad." Emma smiled. "If you're in to thin geeky gays with glasses who like to read. I change my mind, he might be just what you're looking for."
"I'm a strong single woman…" Annabeth smiled "I do not need a boyfriend."
"Have you already met your grandfather?" Henry smiled "You know Maurine, Moe French."
"Henry, I don't think that's such a good idea." Emma smiled "Considering the circumstances, I don't think Belle would be happy if we send her.."
"I have a grandfather…" Annabeth smiled as she got up.

Annabeth almost skipped down the road towards the flower shop. The letters French's flower shop were written outside the store, in another life he was a king. Now he was a salesman. Annabeth thought about it, she did love flowers. She always used to care for roses a lot, maybe it was because of her grandfather selling them. Slowly she reached for the small flower right next to her, it was pale white, it smelled like a garden and it brought peace to her. She thought about the words she would say walking in her grandfather's store: 'hey, I'm your grandchild'. She thought he would pull her in her arms saying those words, every grandfather would do that. In TV shows she did, slowly she pulled her dress a bit more down, fixing her dark black hair.

A sense of courage took over as she stepped in the store, she stopped thinking about love. She started to think about meeting her family. She had so much questions, about her grandmother. She was sure that she wouldn't get any grandparents from her father's side, so this was all she had. As her footprints stepped over the store, she smiled for just a moment. The man in was taller than she was, he didn't seem old enough to be her grandfather, in fact she was sure that her father had lived more years than he had. Yet in a curse mind, time wouldn't move. She slowly stepped closer.
"Belle…" He paused as he stared at her face more clearly. Annabeth took a step back as fear almost came to her. She put her hand on a small object next to her.

"Annabeth." She paused "I'm Belle's daughter."
"Belle never told me she had a daughter." Moe paused "I would assume that monster told her to keep that from me as well, he's been keeping her there, you as well I think."
"Who are you talking about?" Annabeth smiled "I don't know any monster."
She took a step closer to him as a smile appeared on her face. It seemed that her grandfather had a strange sense of humor, she laughed as she touched his hand.

"Emma told me that you were Belle's father…" Annabeth smiled "And my grandfather, I wanted to meet you. See you face to face, knowing who raised my mom. Are you happy to see me? I mean I always dreamed of being reunited with my family, ever since being a little girl and holding my first sword. I think I got that from my father…"
"And who's that?" He raised an eyebrow. "the monster?"
"You are terrible funny." She paused as she laughed. "So where is grandma?"
"The question is not who your grandmother is…" Moe stared at her. "The question is, who is your father. Are you spawn of that monster?"
"What?" Annabeth paused. "My dad is Rumpelstiltskin, he's not a monster. He's my dad."
"He's corrupted you already."

Belle smiled as she stepped towards Emma. She had a whole bunch of books in her arms, she couldn't wait to sit down and read a book with her daughter. She had gotten over 40 books out of the library and she had put most of them in the bag she was carrying on her shoulder. Yet a few of them didn't fit there, she was carrying for the world to see. She smiled at Emma as she saw the worry on her face.
"Henry did something incredible stupid." Emma paused "I'm not talking about the whole 'Hook and Annabeth are meant to be together' bit. You know how Annabeth would be crazy about meeting her grandfather. Well…"
"Yeah, the good thing is…" Belle laughed "She has no idea what his name is."

"Well, that's were Henry comes in." Emma smiled "He kind of said his name and Annabeth got super excited about meeting her grandfather and talking about your mother. She went there.."
"You do know that the last time I saw my father, he tried to force me over the town-line, because I dared to love Rumple." Belle paused "God knows what he's going to do to her. She's his daughter. Either way he's going to turn her against Rumple or he's going to hurt my little girl."
"Belle…" Rumpelstiltskin stepped from behind her. "What is it? Why do you look so worried?"
"Do you remember that incident with my father and the town-line." Belle stared to the ground. "Our daughter is going to see my father, Rumple, I think he's going to hurt her. She trusts him, she's never going to use magic against him. She's so desperate to meet the family, that she won't understand how my father looks at you."
"Mister Gold…" Emma turned to him. "Don't do anything stupid, we're just going to go to the shop and save Annabeth. I'm sure he wouldn't hurt his own granddaughter."
"Let's remember we're talking about the same man that tried to force Belle over the town-line so she couldn't love me anymore." He turned away. "Annabeth is created from our love. He's going to do more than hurt her and he does anything to my sweet girl, he will feel.."

"She knows how to handle a sword.."
"So do I.." Belle paused "But she's also very naïve like me. She won't see it coming."

"He's not corrupted me at all." Annabeth stopped. "He's my father, I love him. You have to understand, I mean it's the same way you feel about Belle…"
"I'm a human." Moe stepped closer. "I have an ability to love, he doesn't. He's a monster, waiting to hurt people. And you are the spawn of the devil."
"I can assure you…" Annabeth paused "I'm a good person."

She smiled as she slowly made the flowers levitate from behind her. A smile appeared on her face as the magic worked. She pointed her hands to him as she slowly made the flowers dance. Music appeared from them. She smiled, as she was expecting an applause from her grandfather. Yet the frown on his face even got worst.
"He's given you that too…" Moe took the weapon from behind him. "I see no other possibility, then getting rid of you. There was hope for Belle, when I took her over the town-line her love would be gone. You will never stop being his daughter…"

"I'm your granddaughter too…" She paused "I'm your child's daughter."
"That's why I'm setting you free." He said. "He's going to turn you in to a small version of himself, taking people's daughters from them. Making deals, when you make a deal with him. You make one with the devil. You were born from an evil deal, not from love. You're evil."
"A deal?" She opened her eyes farther. "My mom loves me. She…"
"He's got her under his spell." He stepped farther. "And you're just a canvas for him to make more evil kids. I need you to die, you need to die so I can protect my own granddaughter."
"Protect me?" Annabeth ran to the door. As she noticed it was closed.

"Use your magic, demon."
"Please." Annabeth paused. "Don't do anything."
"I need to do this…"His words replied as the heavy object made his way towards her, only a second was the time it took to appear behind him. Only a second to see that her grandfather wasn't the man she had expected. He had tried to take her mother, he had tried to turn her in Lacey. The woman she didn't like at all. As she stared at him, she launched ropes to his hands and feet. He couldn't move, the ropes were that tight. As she waved her hand the doors opened up. Annabeth turned to him for one last second. She didn't believe he called her a demon. As she walked outside, she fell to her knees. Made from an evil deal? How did her parents actually meet.
"He got her in a deal…" Moe spoke. "He protected the country, but he needed to have my daughter. So he stole her. That's who he is and who you are. You aren't born from love, you are the opposite of the savior. You're a child born from pure hate…"

"Shut up…" Her tears overpowered.
"He took her." Moe spoke "Any love between them is fake. Don't you think about why Belle forgot you? Why she didn't mention after the curse was broken? Because she doesn't love you. You are just rotten, with a rotten heart. You can join that captain, if.."
Her hand crashed to her cheek as she let the anger take over. Yet the words had made their way in her system. She felt loved less in only a few seconds. Why? Because to her, the words made sense. They had been yelled at her when she was 7. You are not wanted and as she made her way away from the shop, her tears were unstoppable.

"I swear to you…" Rumpelstiltskin turned to Emma. "If he hurts my little girl, I will give him some seconds of the facial he got a year ago."
"Trust me…" Belle turned to him. "If he's hurt her, you will need to get there before I do."
"Is it just me…" Emma paused "Or does everyone seem to like the idea of beating up Moe French in the presence of the sheriff."
"You'll just look the other way…" Belle smiled as she ran towards the job. The thing she saw surprised her. Her father was sitting outside the store, bound up. The ropes were tightly around his hand and feet and even some parts went around his middle. It seemed like his cheek had already seen an angry fist today and it seemed that the 'granddaughter-grandfather' talk hadn't gone good. Yet it didn't seem that Annabeth had given in to the power of her father. A smile appeared on Rumpelstiltskin's face as he saw that his daughter knew how to protect herself.

"So she got to you?" Rumpelstiltskin smiled "Can't say I feel bad for you. Seems like my daughter inherited my left hook."
"Rumple.." Belle reacted as she turned to him. "What did you say to her to get this treatment? She's a gentle kid, she's my daughter."
"She's his spawn." Moe spoke "I did what I needed to do. I told her the truth, that she was the opposite of the savior, born from hate. That if you would get your mind together, you wouldn't love her anymore."
As he finished another word, a fist collided with his other cheek. It wasn't Belle or Rumpelstiltskin, their anger was boiling up in their faces, yet the surprise movement came from Emma. She moved her hand closer to her body.
"You jackass." Emma gave him another punch. "You honestly think you know true love. Here is your granddaughter, 19 years old super excited to see you and what do you do? You tell her she's made from hate. Well, hate is the last thing I see between these two. I might now always like Mister Gold, but you don't hurt a 19 year old child who's been in the foster system, with the fact that her mother doesn't want her. You could just give her a knife. Or iron her fists, like in the…"

"What?" Belle turned to her. "Iron her? What.."
"Who did that to her?"
"Not the point…" Emma turned to him. "You are the worst grandfather I have ever seen. You disserve this and worst. Where is she? Where did Annabeth go?"
"She left crying…" He turned away.

"You are the monster." Belle stared at him. "She's a child, a child. Think about that."

Annabeth thought about the hurtful words as she ended up at the docks again. Why did she always end up here as she was down? She took a rock and threw it in the water, almost hoping it would hit something. She paused, why did she have to be here? Maybe she should have gone with Ian, to adventures. She would never be in this place right now. Hating herself. She stood up and watched as she made the things move over the water. The word monster kept coming to her.
"I know you might still be terrible mad…" Hook's voice came from behind her. "But the last thing I want to see you do, is something stupid. What happened?"
"I went to see my grandfather…"

"Moe French is a low life." He put her arm around Annabeth. "Whatever he has said is absolute bull shit. He.."
"He said my heart was rotten." Annabeth threw a rock in the water. "That I was born from true hate. That my mother doesn't love my father and if the spell is broken she won't love me."
"Annie…" He rubbed her shoulders. "That's bullshit. I didn't go after your mother because their love was fake. I went after her, because your father loves your mother more than anything."
"I never thought murder would sound like a…" Annabeth paused.

"My heart might be rotten…" Hook paused "I'm willing to live with that, but yours most certainly isn't. You are not like Rumpelstiltskin, you are not a coward. I don't know if you have his good sides, since I'm very certain he doesn't have any of those."
"You sure do know how to choose the wrong words…" Annabeth paused "It's my worst fear. I just have my mother, my worst fear is losing her. I might want cake…"

"You lost me there." Hook smiled. "I mean cake is a good thing, right."
"Maybe."

Hook, Belle and Emma were stepping next to each other. Belle didn't feel like saying anything. Her mind was still on the thing Emma had said. Ironing, she knew what it meant. She wasn't stupid, it just hit her that someone decided to hurt her daughter. Someone she couldn't get to. Every part of herself wanted to harm every single person that ever hurt a hair on her daughter's head.
"What did you mean by the ironing thing?" Rumpelstiltskin spoke. "Miss Swan?"
"Nothing." Emma paused. "It was between me and Annabeth."
"Nothing is between you and Annabeth when someone hurt my daughter. "He spoke "Are you going to explain it to me? Or will I need to use magic?"
"It's a foster kid thing." Emma turned away. "Some foster parents are crap. You know locking kids in the trunk of a car, ironing their hands, beating them. It seems that Annabeth had her share of that, before she left."

"That can't be true." Belle smiled "Annabeth specially told me she never resided in foster system. She said her mother died of a disease and she fled."
"She lied…" Emma turned to Belle. "Not to make you feel worst, I shouldn't have said either. It's just that Moe made me mad. I shouldn't even have hit him, if Regina finds out.."
"She won't find out." Rumpelstiltskin smiled "That man had it coming."
"So what happened to the woman who cared for her?" Belle smiled
"She died when they took a store hostage." Emma paused "She was there to get her some cake." "Why didn't she tell me that?"
"Because…" Emma paused. "Because you would be hurt. She doesn't want you to have this things in your mind. I shouldn't even have told her. I would never want…"

"So that plan?" Annabeth turned to him. "If you want to better yourself and save the town I will help, but it's on one condition. You will never hurt my father again, this thing with harming my family is done. Can you do that? Can you let that hate in your heart go?"
"I can." Hook turned to her. "They want to use something that takes away magic, so you won't be able to kick their asses."
"I've kicked people's asses for 12 years without any magic." Annabeth smiled "I can do it again."
"Are you okay?" He put his arm around her shoulder.

"Get away from her."

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Who would you like to see in Belle's life? And is there a possibility that Moe might just not be Belle's real father? Could the reason why Belle sees Rumple's true heart lay in another country? An who's Belle's mother?

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