AN: This story came from a dream I had last night. I'm new to the series, and love Rumple and Belle together The last episode I saw before bed last night was with her losing her memories and breaking the cup. When I woke up I had to write this. I hope you like it. May be a one shot or may continue as I watch more of the series. Special thanks to my best friend for reading it first and coming up with the title. Bonus points for anyone who finds the extra Beauty and the Beast shout out.

Mr. Gold, Rumplestiltskin, The Dark One, The Beast, and The Crocodile, sat protectively in front of the door of the hotel room. The shawl that allowed him to keep his memories was wrapped securely around his shoulders. It was one of two items he valued most in the world. The other was in pieces. The young woman who was in the room with him did not know what she had done to him when she'd broken that cup.

All you'll have is an empty heart and a chipped cup.

Now even the cup was gone. He still had the pieces, but what did it matter? Belle had lost every memory they'd shared when Hook had shot her and made her fall across that line. He didn't know how lucky he was that car had hit him. He'd have been in much worse pain otherwise. Everything that cup had represented was lost long before this stranger in Belle's place had thrown it. He still felt the need to protect her, which was why he'd taken her away from Storybrook. It wasn't as if he had to worry she'd lose her memories now, and he had to keep her away from that pirate. Somewhere inside her, even if she never resurfaced, his Belle still existed.

Before, she'd wished she could come with him when he searched for Baelfire. He hadn't given up the search, but he couldn't leave her behind. Not now. Not when she wasn't safe. Who knew if Hook would be satisfied with just taking her memories? He couldn't risk it. He just wished she'd understand all he was doing was for her safety. The first few days after he'd taken her from the hospital she'd refused to eat. It was only since that morning she'd been willing to speak to him. They'd been on the road for almost a week. All he saw in her eyes was anger. If only she'd see the devotion in his. His breath hitched slightly. She'd never look at him with love again. She'd never know what they'd been through, and what they had meant to each other.

At least now she'd progressed to showing some interest in other things. It was a refreshing change from her angry glare. There was a slight look of boredom about her. At least he could help her with that much.

"I- I packed some books for you." He noticed how timid and soft his voice sounded, the way it always did around her. "They're in the brown case, if you would like to read." If anything of Belle was still in her, she'd enjoy a good book. He watched her debate with herself. Finally she must have decided she'd had enough of being angry and bored. It wasn't worth passing up something to do. She rummaged through the case, and took out a novel that must have interested her. She opened it, and a page fell out.

"That's odd. This book doesn't have any illustrations in it. I wonder where this came from." She was talking to herself rather than him. It was still good to hear her voice. "It's an odd picture too. Someone looking at a list. I can't make out a list of what though."

He couldn't resist looking at it over her shoulder. She didn't tell him not to, or seem more upset with him when he answered. Of course he recognized what story the picture was from. Or rather, what small part of a story, and not exctly accurate at that. It was almost funny how wrong some books were about him and the rest of the people who'd once lived in that fairy tale world.

"Oh that? It's nothing important. I'm not even sure how it ended up in there." That was true. He didn't own a copy of that story. Neither did anyone else he knew of. It hadn't even come from Henry's book. The page size was wrong. "Just a children's story. The list is a list of names. If I remember right, some queen had to guess someone's name to get out of a deal with him. I'm not even sure what the name was." There was no reason to say the name when it wouldn't mean anything to her.

She was staring into space now. Her eyes widened suddenly when she spoke. "Rumplestiltskin"

Again his breath caught. She must just be remembering the story. What Hook had done could not be undone. He couldn't get his hopes up.

"Oh yes, I think that was the name."

She shook her head. "No. No it's your name."

He felt the tears start. Everything inside him was shaking. He could barely breathe it out. "Belle?"

She nodded, and his limp was forgotten as he ran across the room to her. She ran to him at the same time, and he held out his arms for her. By the time he breathed in again they were holding each other so tightly, they may as well have been only one person. "Oh my dearest Belle!" He couldn't stop the happy tears now, and they pulled apart just far enough to kiss each other repeatedly.

"But how? We're across the line. Nothing worked, not even showing you-"

"Our cup!" Belle gasped. "I threw it. I'm so sorry. I wasn't me then."

"No, of course you weren't. It's all right." Just hearing her call it theirs made him smile. He hurried get it out, and showed her he still had the pieces. He couldn't magically fix it here, but he'd be able to soon. "As soon as we get home I can repair it in a second. All that matters is that I have you again," he whispered in her ear.

"Maybe that's why I remember," Belle realized. "The cup was never my talisman. You are. You're what's most important to me."

How could this amazing woman turn the Dark One into a puddle just by saying things like that?

"What is it Charming and Snow are always saying?" Belle continued. "That they will always find each other? Somehow you always find a way to bring me back to you."

He laughed, half sadly. "I'm no Prince Charming, Belle."

"You've never had to be. I love you for who you are, someone who has to fight the darkness so hard, each day. But you will win. I'll help you win. I always will."

Somehow he held her tighter yet. He'd thought that wasn't possible. No, what was impossible was for him to ever let her go. The words she'd told him once echoed in his mind, but he would try his best to never let them be true. The chipped cup and all it stood for were his again. His heart still had a dark void, but her light was filling it. She was right about him having to fight the darkness every day, but as long as he had her, he could do anything.