Chapter summary: Rumpelstiltskin has been held hostage by Zelena for six months now. When Belle receives a disturbing text from yours evilly, she decides six months is too long to wait for someone else to get him back for her and goes after him herself.

To say she was worried was an understatement. Belle was beyond worried, she was in angst with fear that Rumpelstiltskin would die at Zelena's hand. Everyday for a week, Belle Gold had cried herself to sleep. She didn't want to be alone in the bed she shared with Rumpelstiltskin.

All of a sudden, Belle's phone beeped, scaring her out of her silent cries. It was a text from an unknown number. Hoping, praying, that it was Rumple somehow contacting her, the female opened the text. Instead of Rumpelstiltskin's kind words to her, a photo was in it's place. A photo of Rumpelstiltskin kissing Zelena.

Okay… What the fuck am I missing here? Was Belle's first thought. She knew, with all her heart, that Rumpelstiltskin loved her. So why was he kissing that bitch? Oh, it was going down.

Except she knew by the way that Rumpelstiltskin's eyes were open that he wasn't the one who started it. Rumpelstiltskin always closed his eyes, moaning with pleasure, when she kissed him. So it was clear that this kiss was forced, and that made it… Even more not okay.

Clenching her jaw and curling her hand into a fist, the woman grabbed her phone and sent a text to Emma Swan, the town's local sheriff that said where she was going, but didn't give an explanation as to why. Belle grabbed her gun, the same one she had used to recover Bae's cloak from Hook, and stormed out of the house and into the Cadillac that Rumpelstiltskin had somehow acquired in this new world.

She drove almost dangerously, her foot on the gas constantly, even running a red light or two. Or possibly three. But what matter was that, when her true love was busy being made to do who knows what with Zelena, the Wicked Witch?

The door to the house was open when she got to it, her heart pounding in her chest. Cocking the gun and turning off safety, the female stormed in to a horrifying sight. Rumpelstiltskin, her Rumple, tied up and practically bare. Oh, hell no was this going to go away without a fight, between her and Zelena. This witchy bitch was trying to be a homewrecker, but that just wasn't the way it worked. Zelena was leaving too many signs that Rumple didn't want this for it to be convincing.

"Belle, how lovely for you to join us," the Wicked Witch said with a fake smile.
"I think you should let Rumpelstiltskin go now." Belle said, her voice scarily calm as she gripped the gun, pointing it now at the Witch's head.
"Oh, but what fun would that be, dear?" Zelena asked, still smiling that fake smile of hers.
"It'd keep you from getting fucking murdered." Belle couldn't help it. She was mad. Pissed, even.
"Belle, leave! Please." Rumpelstiltskin shouted, his voice muffled from the tape on his mouth.
"I don't think so. Not without you." Belle retorted, her voice shaking slightly as she continued to aim the gun at Zelena's head, her other hand somehow finding it's way to Rumple's.
His hand grasped hers, squeezing it tightly. In return, she squeezed reassuringly. It was in that moment that the gun disappeared from her hand.

"What-?" Belle said quietly in confusion, more to herself than to that- that- Zelena.
The gun was now in Zelena's hand, and it was pointing directly at Belle. Unrecognisable groans of protest were heard from Rumpelstiltskin's mouth.
"What now, princess? Still so brave?" Zelena snorted.
"Hell yeah, she is." Emma Swan's voice had never sounded so appealing as in this moment, where she was saving Belle's ass.
"Get him, I've got her." Emma told Belle as she grabed the gun from Zelena's hands.
Nodding in thanks, Belle grabbed the tape on Rumpelstiltskin's mouth and ripped it off, nearly instantly applying her lips to his to shield him from the sting.

"Belle." Rumple's voice came out in a moan, which Belle happily swallowed as her arms wound around his neck.
"Love, stop," Rumpelstiltskin pulled his lips away from hers way too soon.
"What?" Belle couldn't help it, she pouted. She had been seconds away from losing her life in order to protect her love's, and now he was pulling away from their reunion kiss.
"I'm tied up, remember? I need to put my arms around you." Rumpelstiltskin told her, smirking.
"Oh, but there are plenty of good reasons you should remain tied." Belle teased, making Emma cough, bringing them back to reality.
"Right, um," Belle went on, laughing softly as she untied her true love, who instantly put his arms around her waist and pulled her into another kiss was different, both people were active participants now, as their lips merged together to become one.

Life was okay. Rumpelstiltskin was still hers.

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