Thank you for your patience. School has gotten pretty busy this semester for me. Happy 100 episodes to Once Upon a Time! I'm so ready for it to return it two weeks! I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO-Storybrooke Library

Belle set Colette down in a stuffed armchair, caressed her small face, and then quickly turned towards the bookshelves, scouring for any information regarding Greek Mythology. Her young daughter had curled up and fallen asleep in the chair.

After gathering enough books to almost weigh her down completely, she set to work collected any piece of information about Hades. She pushed away thoughts of Rumple, her older daughter, the curse…well, as best she could.

It was crazy. Time travel was supposed to be impossible! So how could he be so convinced that girl was their daughter? Like he knew anything about their daughter. Will had more of a role in Colette's life than Rumple ever would, Belle was sure of it.

Will and Belle had stopped dating a while ago, but now he was a sort of friendly uncle to Colette, and Belle still hoped that he'd be a father figure for Colette.

Just as she was thinking this and turning to the section about Hercules, the doors slammed open and the girl who claimed to be Colette from the future rushed in

"Mo-Belle! We found a way to stop Hades!"

"That's great!" Belle said, as she got up from the table and picked up her sleeping daughter. "So you won't be needing any of this research then?

"No, I think we'll be fine, but bring it just in case. And if I'm correct in guessing what will happen next, you might as well pack along some of your favorite books to bring with you, ones you can't live without."

Odd as the recommendation seemed to Belle, she set her daughter back on the chair very gently, gathered a large stack of her favorites that she had discovered in this word, and put them in a nice sized tote bag. She picked up her daughter again, then once more addressed the stranger.

""We should probably go to the Town Hall now, correct?"

The girl said "Yes, but I can take you through the back door so that you can avoid Rumplestiltskin. I know how awkward that must have been, back in the diner."

Belle, very unsettled about this stranger who really did resemble the sleeping child in her arms, only nodded in response and followed the girl out the door.

They walked side by side up the street towards the Town Hall, an awkward silence hanging between them. Finally, Colette cleared her throat, and said "I-I know this hard for you and all, and I know you don't believe me, but thank you for helping us.

Belle glanced at the young woman, then stared down at her own feet. She didn't want to acknowledge that this was her daughter, mostly because she was afraid of what her own future held. What scared her most was that, if she was truly her daughter, she knew that Rumple was her father, and she couldn't imagine how she had come by that knowledge. All the same though, a part of her really wanted to believe her.

"No problem. It is difficult for me to comprehend, but you do look an awful lot like her," nodding to the small girl in her arms, "and I trust you, but is there any way you could possibly prove it to me? I want to believe, I just can't."

Colette thought for a moment, and then reached into a pocket of her dress to pull out a small, intricately wired gold rose. "When I was a small child, this was a necklace that I always wore. My mother told me that it was woven out of straw that was turned into gold, and was a memento of my father. She said it would protect me from harmful enchantment for as long as I had it. Eventually the magic wore off, and I got my own powers, but I kept it with me all the same since it was the only piece of my father I ever had. Of course, I know my father now, but I keep it out of a habit I suppose."

Belle, shocked, stopped in the middle of the street and gently brought up the necklace that her young daughter was wearing, the exact same necklace that this girl- her Colette – had. She set the younger Colette to her side, and with her one free arm hugged her elder daughter fiercely. No words were really needed; both were crying and smiling out of pure joy.

They pulled apart, still smiling wiping away tears, and then Colette said "We should probably get over to the Town Hall now. The others will be looking for us."

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