Following on from my other fan-fic, this is the first chapter and I hope you enjoy :)

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Chapter One - Not-Lacey

Belle

"So, Lacey, is it?"

"That's not my name."

The man was new here, he had a slightly receding hair line and odd spectacles that slipped down his nose. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair and stopped at her words. He leaned forward and smiled warmly.

"Okay...what is your name?"

Not-Lacey frowned, she knew that Lacey was not her name and she refused to answer to it. Unfortunately..she couldn't remember what her real name was. "I don't know. " She said quietly, twiddling her fingers in her lap.

The man leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs. "Well then, what shall I call you?" He asked.

Not-Lacey sat and wondered for a moment. No-one had asked her that before. She ran through a list in her head but none that she thought of seemed quite right. Sighing she shrugged, "Jamie, I guess."

She and the Doctor (for she guessed that's what he was) sat alone in the plain white room. The plain white room that was her entire life. He on a chair on one side, she cross-legged on her bed on the other.

"May I ask why you chose that name?"

"Jamie is a name that is neither feminine nor masculine, nor is it too weak or too strong. Like me, I am not strong, weak, masculine or feminine." She said it all as though reciting from a book. Without commitment or emotion.

"So it made sense to you?"

The girl nodded.

"But Lacey doesn't?"

The girl said nothing.

Scribbling down something in his notepad Dr Hopper smiled again. "So, how long have you been here Jamie?" He asked kindly.

"As long as I can remember." She replied.

Dr Hopper nodded, he had read the young lady's file thoroughly before his visit. From what he could gather, her mother had died a few years ago and she - so numb with grief - became immersed in some kind of alternate reality. Apparently lashing out at her father to the point where she had to be isolated.

Looking at her now, he found that last bit hard to be true.

"So...er, the Nurses have reported you talking to yourself Jamie, why is that?"

The girl, for the first time, looked at him directly in the face and smiled grimly. "With no one else to talk to, you begin to find yourself as excellent company."

Dr Hopper understood that.

"They also tell me that you have been talking in your sleep, is that true Jamie?"

The girl fiddled with a long piece of brunette hair, it didn't hurt to tell him... they were going to keep her locked in here regardless anyway.

"I have the most vivid dreams." She said quietly.

"Oh?" He said writing down another note, "What about Jamie?"

"The strangest things." She whispered, an eerie, content expression passing over her face. "Strands of gold hidden among snow, odd wolf-men and magic red cloaks..." She bit her lip. "And there's always a man, at least I think he's a man."

"What does he look like?"

The girl squinted, as if trying to focus in on him. "Strange...he has these reptilian eyes and a kind of crooked smile, oh! And he glitters!" She paused, "You know...I think I was in love with him once." She said it simply, as though making a stray observation.

"What do you mean, Jamie?" Dr Hopper asked, both a little intrigued and concerned.

She straightened her back abruptly, she shouldn't have said so much but now that she had... she blushed.

"Oh it's silly really," She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, looking embarrassed. "I like to pretend that the dreams are memories from a past life or something."

Except she was certain they were.

Dr Hopper nodded, "You know, Jamie, sometimes the mind tries to protect itself from hurtful memories by creating new, happier ones. So that we don't have to deal with the pain. Do you think that, maybe, that's what is happening to you?"

"They're just dreams Dr." Jamie said calmly, though the light in her eyes had died a little. "I know they're not real."

Dr Hopper was about to say something else when there was a sharp knock on the door. Their time was up.

Standing Dr Hopper held out his hand which Jamie hesitantly took. "It was nice to meet you La-Jamie."

The girl nodded and said nothing, the Dr slid out of the slightly ajar door and it was closed forcefully behind him.

She was alone again.

...

Regina

"So, Dr Hopper, what did you find?" She sat back in her chair as the cricket nervously sat down in his. Her office was large and intimidating, he clearly did not feel comfortable here.

"Well-uh-she does demonstrate classic symptoms of repression. Her mind seems to be protecting her from painful memories...presumably the ones concerning her mother...and replacing them with more, uh, fantastical ones."

Regina schooled her expression into one that was unreadable.

"Oh really? What do they concern?" She asked, maintaining a cool tone of voice.

The Doctor began to fumble through his notes, finally pulling out a sheet and reading from it.

"Strands of gold in snow, odd wolf men, magic red cloaks and a er- glittering man."

Regina felt her heart skip a beat. "Now that is...concerning." She grimaced.

Dr Hopper frowned, "If I might make a suggestion Madam Mayor...Lacey...she doesn't seem at all dangerous. Depressed and confused definitely but I feel that it would be more beneficial to her recovery if she were allowed to live with her father-"

"No!" Regina exclaimed, then quickly composing herself again, "Her poor father has already been through so much. I would hate to give him false hope about her stability for her to lash out at him again. You understand, Archie?"

The cricket didn't look particularly convinced but he nodded all the same. Regina smiled, sometimes it was all a little too easy.

"You understand that discretion is preferable, Dr Hopper?" She asked. "No one is to know."

He nodded and she waved a hand to dismiss him. Her thoughts whirring. How was it she remembered? No one else had...well except Mr Gold and talking to him about it was out of the question. Then the answer came to her, so obvious that she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it before.

Jefferson.

...

Belle

The white room was still white, and nothing had changed. Nothing ever changed, but Not-Lacey laid contend on her bed. Her eyes wide as she stared up at the ceiling. A small, coy smile playing at her lips because in her minds eye she saw him.

The strange man from her dreams.

He looked peaceful in her head, humming to himself as he spun a wheel, casually turning straw into gold.

Hope that was okay for the first chapter, don't worry we'll see Mr Gold in the next chapter, it'll be up shortly!

Please review and let me know what you think :)