Summary: What if things hadn't played out the way they did in the show? What if Jefferson wasn't in wonderland when the curse struck and Regina had killed his daughter? What if Jefferson had been helping Rumpelstiltskin out against Regina? And what if Belle and Rumpelstiltskin's kiss did not break his curse because The Dark One was who he was now, and he did not push her away? Rumpelstiltskin still gets trapped and jailed by Cinderella and her Prince, however there is a secret he doesn't know. Before he was jailed Belle became pregnant with his child. And, once the curse hits, she remains pregnant until Emma comes to Storybrooke to make time move forward again.

Warnings: There will be adult scenes in this story. I rated it as M for a reason. In fact, there will be lemony goodness in this first chapter. So, if you don't like it, don't read it, or skip over the lemony goodness. There will also be spoilers to the show, but I am changing quite a bit of things along the route.

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Chapter 1: Prologue

The Dark Castle

He'd sent Belle away, he'd had to send Belle away, and she left just like he knew she would. After all, who could love a beast? Especially a woman as pure and sweet as Belle French. It was a cruel thing fate was playing with him, handing him a woman that he ended up caring so much for, only to have her snatched away when she realized the monster he was. He was The Dark One, Rumpelstiltskin would never know love, not truly. Women didn't love him, his wife Mila and his previous student Cora taught him that. And he hadn't even been The Dark One when he was with Mila. He'd just been a coward, a coward that wanted to be in his sons life. And he'd ruined that for himself as well.

This was his fate, waiting in the dark castle alone before Regina enacted the curse he knew she would, he'd foreseen it. Perhaps he'd find peace in this other world as soon as he'd found his son Baelfire.

Of course, Jefferson the Hatter thought Rumpelstiltskin the one that was mad for sending Belle away. It was clear to Jefferson that his friend had found love, yet he threw it away. And Jefferson knew Belle, knew she would stick by Rumpelstiltskin until the very end, and he couldn't fathom why he'd let her go.

Jefferson had been staying at the Dark Castle ever since Regina killed his only child; Grace. It'd been a blow to him unimaginable, turning him into more the Mad Hatter than anything. He wanted to help Rumpelstiltskin in taking Regina down, in making sure she never got peace. And he'd been assured by the sorcerer that Regina would find peace in this new world; but it would be short lived. Snow and Charming's daughter would be the undoing of the happiness of the evil queen.

But, Jefferson had left the Dark One to his own self loathing for the evening, deciding to take a walk around the grounds. And thats when he saw it; saw her. She was back, which only brought a smile to the mad hatters face as he watched her horse come up the pathway and to the front door.

Belle slid off her horse and walked up to the castle doors, taking in a deep breath. She had to face him; she must. Pushing the doors open and storming into the Great Hall where she knew she'd find him sitting at his wheel.

When his eyes looked up, he thought they were deceiving him, there was no way Belle French stood there in his Great Hall after he'd willingly let her go. So, he turned his attention back to the spinning wheel he sat at, moving his fingers over the wood. "Ah, Dearie, I am in not the deal making mood this afternoon. You should have not come back here."

She gripped her fists at his statement, shaking her head and walking up to him quickly. Grabbing his arm and pulling him up to stand from the stool he was perched before. Looking up at him, letting her eyes meet his. "No. I've come for a reason, Rumpelstiltskin, and you will not send me away again!" she declared.

Looking down at her with a hint of amusement. No one talked to The Dark One like that to his face, no one that would want to live anyway. Except Belle, his Belle. She was the bravest one he knew of in all of the Enchanted Forest, the only one brave enough to try and tame the Beast.

"Oh really, dearie? Not afraid of the beast, are we?" he asked, pulling his arm back from her grip. "What is it you come for? I set you free, I broke our deal. Be grateful the beast has let you out of his lair."

She narrowed her eyes at him and sighed, shaking her head. Instead of speaking, she leaned up to press her lips firmly against his, resting her hands on his sides and closing her eyes as she kissed him with all the built up passion she'd had for her master. Her fingers gripped the cloth that covered him as she leaned her chest up into his, tilting her head to one side.

He was stunned, to say the least, feeling her lips against his, her soft young body pressed close to him. It made him shudder, the feel of her lips on his, and that she did this willingly. His hands moved up to grasp her arms, gripping them a little before yanking her back, breaking the connection of their lips. Looking down at her face as he swallowed. He could still taste her on his lips, she tasted of peaches; and something specifically Belle. A taste he could loose himself in, he was sure. Oh but fate was a cruel mistress indeed.

"Belle, you have no idea what you're doing. Go, get out, leave me."

"I will not!" she declared, gripping his clothing at his sides as though she held on for dear life. "I will not leave you, Rumpelstiltskin. I love you."

The confession caused the sorcerers eyes to widen and stare down at her in disbelief. How could she love him, a beast? Shaking his head and looking down a little, which ended up being a bad idea due to the shirt she wore, he could see the tops of her soft breasts, and something in him yearned to see underneath the top she wore. "Love? How could you love a beast, dearie? A monster."

"Stop that! You're not a monster, Rumpel..." she said. Leaning into his chest and moving her arms around his waist, looking up at his face. "You're Rumpelstiltskin, my Rumpel. And I know this darkness is not all there is to you. Please don't shut me out. I want you, all of you, if you'll have me. Please, I'm putting myself out there, for you, for us, for what we can be."

His fingers gripped her arms still as he returned his eyes to her face. "And what is it you want in exchange? Everything comes at a price, dearie. You must want something extreme to offer yourself up as sacrifice to the beast."

She rolled her eyes. "Would you stop calling yourself that? I want nothing from you but your love."

"Nothing? There is nothing my magic can give you that you desire? I find that hard to believe."

A sigh came from her as she leaned close to him, looking up and into his eyes. "No, there is nothing I want from you that magic can give me. I want you, all of you. I get that magic comes with that, and its fine. And I get that your past comes with that as well, and that I do not mind. I would love you if you were a poor shepherd with not a dime nor magic to his name. My love does not come at a price."

He stared at her in disbelief. She didn't know he was once a poor shepherd, how could she? He shook his head, rubbing her arms. "I am not a man anymore, Belle. I am a beast, a monster. Something you should stay away from."

"But I don't want to. I want you, beast and all. Please, will you have me, Rumpelstiltskin? Will you let me love you the way you should be? We can be happy, you and I. Here in the castle, in a cabin in the woods, in a meadow, anywhere. All I need is you." she told him. Leaning up to brush her lips over his jawline and slowly kissing to his ear. "Please...I want you, all of you." she whispered.

Gently she slid her arms along his back, and he let her, by heavens he let her fingers trace along his back making him shudder with pleasure. It'd been a long time since he'd felt a woman's touch.

"And you want me too.." she whispered as she kissed slowly back to his chin.

"Heaven help me, I do.." he answered as he let his hands slip down her arms to rest on her sides.

A smile formed on her lips as she leaned back from him, looking up at his face, seeing his confusion at the loss of her body against his. Gently she took his hand, though and walked backwards towards the stairs. "Then have me, Rumpelstiltskin. Have all of me, every inch. I want no man but you. You promised me forever, and I intend to collect."

Turning around, still holding onto his hand as she lead him up the stairs. And he followed, half in a daze that a woman would willingly go to his bed chambers with him. Did Belle really know what she was asking for? Once they were at the top of the stairs he stopped, gently bringing her back to face him and looking down at her face.

"Do you know what you're asking for, dearie?"

She nodded, looking up at him with a soft smile. "I do. I'm asking for this, for us. I want to be with you in every way that a woman wants to be with a man. I want..." she started, chewing on her bottom lip. She was still a maiden, yes, she'd never lain with a man. But she'd read about things in her books, heard stories from her friends back home, and she knew what sex was. She was still a little nervous, though. Not because he was The Dark One, but just because it was her first time.

Stepping up closer to him, gently tracing her fingers along the skin of his chest that showed from his shirt. "I want you. All of you. I want to feel you pressed up close to me, I want you to make me yours in every single way possible." she said, looking up at his chest.

Her words made him catch his breath in his throat, swallowing a little. "You want the monster to defile you?"

"You're not a monster." she said, shaking her head and leaning up to kiss him slowly. "I want you, Rumpelstiltskin, to make love to me, to make me yours."

He couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips as she spoke, nodding just slightly before releasing her enough for her to be able to walk forward.

Once again she took his hands and lead him to his bed chamber. She'd never been inside before herself, that room was always off limits to her, and she didn't go where she wasn't allowed. It wasn't really the room itself she was interested in at the moment, but she was taken slightly aback at it when she gently pushed the door open.

The room was huge, and he had a huge bed fit for a king, gold littering along the bedpost. There was a trunk at the end of the bed, and then a sitting area off to one side. The entire room was definitely fit for a king.

She smiled and turned to him, leaning to kiss him slowly as she walked backwards towards his bed, gently pulling him with her as her lips remained on his. Once she was at the side of the bed, she fell back. Only then did their lips break as he watched her fall back, her long chestnut curls spreading out along his bedsheets.

A grin formed on his lips as he took her in with his eyes, all flushed as she laid back on his sheets. He'd never quite imagine she'd be in his bed willingly like she was.

Gently she shifted up to the center of the bed as he crawled onto it with her. Crawling up, slowly he leaned to place a few kisses along the side of her neck and up to her ear, causing her breath to hitch at the feel. Her fingers slowly slipped along his arms and to his chest, starting to undo the ties of his shirt, obviously wanting it off.

He leaned back to pull the garment off, tossing it to one side before his hands went to her bodice. Just the idea of her laying in his bed willingly, wanting him to touch her, drove him mad, let the beast inside him escape as he gripped the material of her bodice in both hands. Pulling hard, he ripped the ties opened, breaking the belts at her waist so she was bare before him, causing her to gasp at his suddenness.

The sound of her gasp caused him pause as he looked down at her. She nodded a little to him with a small smile. "Don't you dare stop, Rumpel." she said. Her fingers moved up to run along his chest slowly, feeling the smoothness of his skin that she hadn't quite expected. She expected it to feel rough on her fingers, but it wasn't, it felt good against her fingers.

She leaned to help him off with what was left of her top, tossing it to one side as she shifted. Moving her legs so he was in-between them, her thighs on either side of his hips. Gently her legs moved around his waist and pulled him against her, taking in a deep breath and letting out a moan as she felt him press against her so intimately.

Resting his hands on either side of her head, letting out a groan of his own when she pulled him in to press close to her. Even with their pants in the way it felt so good to be so close to her like that. Dipping his head down, he placed soft kisses along her chest and slowly to her right breast. Taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it slowly, moving his tongue along it gently as his other hand played with the breast he didn't have in his mouth.

His attentions caused the woman below him to moan and squirm, her legs around his waist to hold him close to her. Her hips pressed up, pressing herself even more against him as she moaned out. "R-Rumpelll.." she moaned, tilting her head back against the pillows beneath her.

As he sucked on one nipple, his tongue moved along it and his hand moved down to gently grip the waist of her pants. He didn't want her to move, not at all. So, he used his magic to make the leather disappear, leaving her only in her underwear beneath him.

Slipping his fingers down, he shifted his hips a little as his hand found her core overtop of her under things. Gently moving the fabric so he moved his fingers along her wetness, eliciting a gasp and a moan from his Belle. He was trying to be gentle with her, mindful of his claws. Running his finger along her before gently pushing one inside, groaning as her tight warmth enveloped his finger.

She moaned out at the intrusion, shuddering and tilting her head back against the pillows, closing her eyes tightly once she felt his finger move slowly in and out of her. Feeling as he added a second finger, his fingers moved to stretch her a little, knowing he had to get her ready for him before he could fit. And, she loved him for it, for knowing she'd never been with a man and needed his care. He didn't have to tell her he cared about her, he showed it with his actions.

Her fingers moved up to grip his shoulders tightly, her nails slightly digging into her skin as he pumped his fingers in and out of her core. A gasp mixed with a moan came from her lips as she felt his thumb press over her most sensitive spot, one she didn't even realize she had.

Tilting her head back against the pillow and moaning out loudly as her eyes squeezed shut at the pleasure. She'd never known a mans touch could feel so good. She'd heard stories from her friends that were married, and from her books. But this was better than any story, this was real life.

Rumpelstiltskin kissed slowly up from her breast and to the side of her neck, licking and nipping at her skin as he moved his fingers, slowly starting to add a third to her tight passage. The more he stretched her now, the easier it would be on her if he took her. And, he wanted to take her oh so bad. But there was a tugging in the back of his mind, screaming at him that she could never love a monster, that she was surely unsure of what him joining with her entailed.

He moved his fingers faster, careful not to go too deep as to break her maiden barrier, feeling as she shuddered and squirmed into him underneath him. Gently shifting to press close to her, the evidence of his desire for her pressing against her thigh. His leather pants were becoming his worst enemy as he grew painfully hard in his pants.

"Rumpel! Rumpel! Oh gods Rumpel!" she moaned out as she felt the pressure build up and the proverbial dam exploding within her, riding her climax through as she shuddered underneath him. Just his fingers had felt amazing, she wondered what feeling him deep inside her would feel like.

A blush spread across her cheeks, able to feel him pressed against her thigh the way he was. Gently, one hand moved down to cup him over his pants, rubbing him slowly causing a groan to come from the mans throat.

"B-Belle.." he moaned, leaning into her hand.

He shifted to lean up on one hand on the bed, his other still buried within her folds, slowly drawing them out as she lowered from her high.

Belles fingers moved up to pull at the ties to his pants urgently, wanting them off, now. "Rumpel, please, take me...gods I need you."

He shook his head, steadying her hands and looking at her face. "Are..are you sure this is what you want? Once this happens you cannot change your mind...I cannot let you go. You'll be mine."

"I already am yours. I don't want to change my mind, I just want you. Claim me however you like, I belong solely to you." she said. Leaning up and kissing his bottom lip. "Now, you should rid us of the rest of our clothes." she told him.

He waved his hand a little, causing his pants and boots to disappear onto the floor, along with her underwear so they were both bare before each other. Her eyes looked down and blushed when she saw him, she'd never seen a man before.

Slowly her fingers moved down to take ahold of him, running them along his length as he took in a breath at her actions. "N-now...now dearie, do not tempt the beast."

"But what if I want the beast?" she asked, looking up at him with a gentle smile.

"That...that would be for another time, dearest." he said. Taking ahold of her hands and pinning them above her head so she'd stop touching him like that. He needed his careful control, he wanted this to be nice and sweet for her. And, if she provoked him the way she was, he couldn't stop himself.

"You won't hurt me." she said, smiling up to him.

Looking down into her eyes, he could see her utter trust in him. Trust, love and lust mixed within the womans eyes, and he truly did love her like he'd loved no one before her.

Slowly he moved forward, pressing the tip of himself against her entrance. Impatiently, she shifted her hips, pressing his tip inside her and letting out a moan as she closed her eyes. The small dip inside her and he couldn't help himself. Pressing forward to push himself in her, breaking through her maiden barrier to settle himself fully inside her in one movement.

It made him moan.

It made her moan and scream.

The small bit of pain was evident in her scream, the pain of him ripping through her barrier, settling himself so deep inside her. A place where no man had ever gone before, and a place where he would see to it that no man ever goes to besides himself.

She gripped his shoulders as he settled fully inside her, staying still to allow her to adjust to the feeling. And she felt so, so full, full of him. It made her mind spin as she took in a breath, getting used to the feeling.

"Are you alright?" Rumpelstiltskin asked, looking down at her face.

And she nodded, smiling slowly as she leaned to kiss him. "Perfect. Now." she said, shifting her hips a little when she was ready to move.

And he took the hint. Moving his hips slowly at first, moving in and out of her, struggling to keep control over the beast that roared within him to take her fast and hard. No, he would not hurt her.

Hearing her moans beneath him, he leaned up a little to rest his hands up against the headboard as he moved, his nails digging into the wood.

"Ohh Rumpel.." she moaned beneath him, moving her hips to meet his thrusts as her moans increased in volume.

Slipping his fingers down back to the bed, he leaned to kiss her bottom lip and slowly along her jawline. "W-Who do you belong to?" he moaned out, having trouble saying some of the words.

"Y-Y-you." she moaned.

"My name. Scream my name. Scream it, my Belle."

"R-r-rump..Rumpel-stil-ts-kin!" she moaned out loudly, turning into a scream as he thrust into her over and over. "H-Harder! Harder! Gods Rump-el-stil-tski-n!" she moaned.

And her pleas were heard as he thrust harder into her, happy to oblige. His lips gently started to move along her shoulder, nipping at her skin as he tasted her. He could never get enough of her taste, this he knew. He could never get enough of her period.

Her inner walls squeezed around him as he thrust, signaling her climax as she shuddered and screamed his name beneath her. And he tried his hardest to remain in control with her milking him the way she was. But, he couldn't. Thrusting up fully inside her as he hit his own peak, his seed spilling out into her as he remained fully sheathed within her. It'd never felt this good, not even with his wife Mila. Mila had never wanted him the way Belle wanted him, and it felt so, so good. He'd never felt anything this good at all.

As he held her, one hand moved up her back, resting his fingers on the back of her shoulder. As he climaxed, a small bit of magic went through his fingers. He didn't even realize he was doing it, or that the magic that cursed him did it. But, slowly his name was etched on the back of her left shoulder in black letters, the same marking that was on the dagger, his one and only weakness. The letters marked her as his, belonging to only him, signaling that the Dark One now had not one, but two weaknesses. His infamous dagger that he kept securely hidden; and the woman he'd just taken as his own, his Belle.

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A Few Years Later: The Dark Castle; Just Before The Curse

It was hard to believe that she could be so deliriously happy. That was, until it was ripped out of her hands in the form of her lover being locked away in a jail cell by Cinderella and Prince Thomas. He'd been in that jail cell for months now, everything set into motion for the curse to be enacted. And she was afraid, terrified.

Rumpelstiltskin was her everything, the man she loved. But, he was gone for now. She knew about the curse, Rumpelstiltskin had told her everything, and she was smart, his Belle. But she couldn't help but be terrified for her lover, for herself and their friend Jefferson.

Slowly walking out onto the balcony, Belle looked over the horizon, able to see the dark smoke starting to form in the distance. It was coming, the curse was coming.

Tears stung her eyes as she watched. One hand slowly moved down to rest over her stomach, over the lump that was the proof of her love for Rumpelstiltskin. She'd been with child before he was captured, and she hadn't been able to tell him before he left. And now he would never know, not for twenty eight years, when the savior would come and set them free. She would live a false life with her child, one she loved with all her heart, the small piece of Rumpelstiltskin that remained within her.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she looked back to Jefferson, sniffling a little before looking forward.

"The curse is coming. And he'll never know..." she whispered, letting a stray tear slip down her cheek as her fingers run along her stomach lovingly.

"He will know, Belle." Jefferson said, looking at her face. "Why did you never send message to him in his cell? Surely you thought of it."

She nodded, looking down. "I did think of it.." she said with a sigh, looking back to her friend. "But would it only be more torture to him than he's already in? Knowing his wife is with child and he cannot be here? How would that sit with him in his cell, hatter? He would be in pain."

"He would know, princess." he said, rubbing her shoulders slowly and sighing. "Once we get to this...town that we will be dumped into, you can tell him."

"No. He won't remember me, us, this place. I won't remember him. I won't remember my child's father, and we'll be stuck for twenty eight years apart. Time will stop, and we won't know." she told him.

"He will know."

She shook her head, sniffling as she looked up to watch the dark smoke come closer and closer to their castle. "He won't. Not until our savior comes to find us, Snow and Charming's child. Then he will find out. And he will be in pain. Nothing can stop pain here, Jefferson. There is enough to go around."

"My my, princess, I do believe Rumpelstiltskin's pessimism has rubbed off on you."

"Perhaps. Perhaps that is it. But perhaps it is the situation." she said, her brilliant blue eyes never leaving the smoke that was inching across the lands. "Gods I miss him. With all of my heart I miss my love." she said.

One hand reached to gently touch the back of her left shoulder, her arm across her chest. She could almost feel the blaze of the letters written beneath her dress and on her skin. She'd been shocked when she first saw it, but now it fit, it fit her. She belonged to only one person, one man; Rumpelstiltskin.

"I wonder who we'll be in this other life. Friends? Companions? Strangers? Acquaintances?" she wondered aloud.

Jefferson gripped her shoulders, looking down at her. "Whatever it is we will be, we will be together. I swore to Rumpelstiltskin that I would protect you with my very life, dear Belle. And you have my word."

She turned her head to look at him, giving him a soft smile. "You are a good friend, Jefferson. I hope I do not forget that."

"You won't." he said, smiling to her.

"I wish I could believe that." she said. Slowly rubbing her stomach and looking down at it, feeling the baby kicking against her stomach, a sad smile spreading over her lips. She'd imagined when she was with Rumpel that if they had children he'd be there. Be there to feel the tiny kicks, see the joy in his face at the fact that she was giving him a child. And now, he'd never know.

"Shh baby, its okay. Your daddy is going to save us. He will find us in this new world and I know he'll love you with all his heart. Don't believe what they say about your daddy...he isn't all that bad." she said, the sad smile still on her lips as she talked to her child.

Jefferson watched the display before he sighed, walking to the railing of the balcony and leaning against it, looking up at the clouds as they inch closer. "It'll be okay, Belle. Rumpelstiltskin has a plan, he always has a plan."

She nodded a little. "I know. It'll be okay. It'll all be okay and we'll have our happily ever after. Maybe in this new place we'll get to be a family." she said, a smile spreading across her lips at the idea of being a real family with Rumpelstiltskin and their child.

Looking up at the smoke, she took in a breath and reached to grab Jeffersons hand, gripping it so tight her nails nearly dug into his skin. Fear went through her in waves as she watched, tears slipping down her cheeks. "Rumpel...stiltskin..." she muttered as the smoke overtook the Dark Castle.

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Storybrooke: The Next Morning

The birds chirped their sweet song as the sun rose, the light peaking through the windows, barely kept at bay by the curtains that hung over the large windows.

A yawn came from a young girls lips as she stretched, rubbing her eyes and opening them as she glanced towards the clock. Great, she'd woken up before the alarm, yet again. She pouted and glanced next to her with a smile, the man laying next to her still fast asleep on his stomach.

Shaking her head, she shifted to sit up, difficult because of her seven month pregnant belly. It was difficult to get comfortable a lot of the times.

Shifting to slide out of bed, slipping her feet in her slippers before grabbing her robe, pulling it on. Taking a hair clip from the bedside table, twisting her hair up and pinning it out of the way before starting to walk out of the bedroom, one hand resting on her back to help support herself as she descended the stairs carefully.

Walking downstairs and into the large kitchen, she started to get the eggs out of the fridge, along with the bacon. Starting to get breakfast ready on the stove, she hummed her soft tune as she reached to turn on the radio that sat on the counter.

"Good Morning Storybrooke! Its 7am on this lovely day. You can expect sunshine throughout the day as it will start to warm up. It will be quite balmy at 70 degrees as spring rolls our way." the radio announcer spoke as soon as the radio was turned on.

She smiled and hummed her tune, fixing two plates as they were ready. Glancing at the stairs, it was at least a half an hour after she'd gotten out of bed when she put the plates down with their food. And, she was rewarded with the sound of footsteps as a man descended.

He smiled as he looked at her. "Morning, Lacey." he said. Walking up behind her and hugging her, resting his hands on her stomach as he kissed her ear. "How are you both doing this morning? You know you don't need to be up making me breakfast in your condition."

She chuckled and shook her head. "Come on, Jefferson, I am not helpless, I'm just pregnant." she said. Leaning back to kiss him before she smiled adoringly up at him. "Now, go ahead and eat. You'll have to get to work."

"Darling, I own the company, I do not have to do a thing, much less leave my lovely pregnant wife alone all day."

Giggling before she leaned away, walking around to the kitchen table, resting the plates down there before she took her seat. "That may be. But, your lovely wife has some shopping to do in town. You can drop me off on your way to work."

"Baby shopping? Hadn't we spoken about that?" he asked, sitting down across the table from her, starting to eat his food as he looked up at her.

"Yes yes, but I wanted to get a head start on him or her. Gender neutral, I promise. And besides, I've already picked out the room that is to be the nursery. No ifs ands or buts about it." she said with a smile as she ate her eggs.

Smiling to her and nodding. "Very well my love. Shop 'till your hearts content." he told her as he ate.

They ate breakfast rather quietly, exchanging idle chit chat, and then they both went upstairs to get ready for the day. Lacey took off her night gown, looking at herself in the mirror as she started to get ready. Turning around so her back was to the mirror, a tattoo standing out on the back of her left shoulder spelling out 'Rumpelstiltskin' in unique letters. It was just the name, nothing else.

Jefferson came up behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders and leaning to kiss the tattoo slowly. "One day, love, you'll have to tell me what this tattoo means."

She glanced back at him and then shifted to look at it in the mirror, shrugging a little. "I would...but...I don't remember. Its just always been there."

"Isn't Rumpelstiltskin that...storybook character? The one who tricked the princess into giving up her first born child?" he asked curiously.

Chuckling and nodding before she looked back at him. "I suppose. I still don't know why its there. It just...is." she said, shrugging and leaning back from him to pull her shirt on, getting ready to go into town. "Now, enough of discussing my tattoo, can we head into town? Please?" she asked with a pout.

He laughed and nodded. "Of course my dear. Your carriage awaits." he said in a tease, offering her his hand.

Smiling to him, taking his hand and starting to walk with him out of the bedroom and downstairs to go out to the car. They had a beautiful home, it was huge and just off the edge of town, surrounded by forests. They were the second most wealthy people in town, next to Mr. Gold himself of course. The properties that Mr. Gold and Regina Mills did not own, Jefferson and his wife did. And they were expecting their first child. Everyone in town knew that Jefferson was nervous to be a father, but his wife Lacey seemed to hold him together.

They drove into town and Jefferson parked at the height of the shops. Getting out and walking around to help his wife from the car, holding onto her hand. "Now, don't walk too much, love. I'll meet you at Granny's in a few hours?" he asked.

To which she nodded and leaned to kiss him. "Don't worry. I'll be fine. You have a good day." she said.

He leaned to kiss her again before walking to get back into the car. She watched as he drove off with a smile, shaking her head. "That man would worry over anything." she said.

Turning to start walking down the street, she walked right passed Mr. Golds shop. And Mr. Gold himself stood in the opened door, holding his cane as he stood there. He nodded to the woman that walked passed him and she smiled.

"Good morning, Mr. Gold. Lovely day we're having." Lacey said to him. Most people in town were afraid of Mr. Gold, all except Lacey. Lacey seemed not to be afraid of the man, which could be very well that her husband was powerful in his own right.

Mr. Gold nodded to her. "Aye, that it is, lovely Lacey. And good morning to you." he said, his voice thick with Scottish accent as he watched her.

And thats how Belle and Rumpelstiltskin would know each other in this new land. Causal acquaintances saying hello to each other as they passed by. Belle not afraid of him, and Rumpelstiltskin barely noticing the charming young girl except for their morning hello. He would not know for at least twenty eight years that it was his child that Belle carried, and that it was him she should share a bed with instead of Jefferson.

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A/N: Hello guys! I hoped you liked the beginning to my story. It just popped into my head and I couldn't help but write it down. Let me know what you guys think! The next chapter will be up soon, hopefully. :-).

And yes yes, I am working on my other stories...just some are coming by a lot slower than others. Writers block and all after I'd finally got the gumption to write again after my uncle's passing.

But in the meantime, enjoy!