I was taken hostage by the Rumbelle Love (Actually had to look up the Rumbelle Wars. Still fuzzy)

Anyhoo. These two need more sappy fluffy love. So here's my contribution.

I will be adding more.

Enjoy...

"I normally don't let people get away." Gold uttered putting the gun down on the table.

"Let me explain, ok." Moe said fearfully as Gold pulled up a chair in front of him. "Let me explain."

"Oh…that is… fascinating. Truly… fascinating."

Gold took great delight in shoving his walking stick down the man's gullet. He imagined all the sorts of disgusting things that the cane had picked up through out the day and pushed down harder bowing it and making sure that French tasted every bit of ground in Storybrooke. "I'm going to let you breath in a second. And you're going to say two sentences."

Moe attempted to leverage out the cane and maybe explain his actions but all he could do was hang on to it in desperation as Gold continued explaining the rules, "the first is going to tell me where it is. The second is gonna tell me who told you to take it. Do you understand the rules?" Moe nodded. "Good, let's begin."

"I needed that van." He chocked out.

Gold made a dismissive sound, "now…you see that's not a good first sentence." Then he hit Moe hard.

"Ow…Gold…listen."

"Tell me where it is?" Gold asked hitting him harder.

"Stop." He pleaded.

Gold hit him again. "Tell me where it is."

"Please stop." The man cried holding out his hands in surrender. "It wasn't my fault."

That enraged Gold. "My fault? What are you talking about my fault?" The man looked on terrified, as Gold's very appearance seemed to shift. "You shut her out. You had her love and you shut her out!" Gold shouted and hit him as hard as he could.

"She's gone. She's gone forever… she's not coming back. It's your fault." Gold's accent thickened and he rained blows down on the man. "Not mine, you are her father. It's your fault."

"It's yours. Yours. Yours." He repeated over and over beating Belle's father until he was so bloody that you could barely distinguish the face underneath. "It's your fault, she's gone."

"She's not gone." The man gurgled through his own blood.

"Speak up!" Gold shouted and the man cringed backward.

"The hospital. Had to lock her up."

"What?" he said and lifted the man off the chair. "Speak you miserable bastard."

"Belle. In the hospital. Talked of other lives, screamed of other places. Of a man with a golden face."

Gold dropped him back onto the chair and hurriedly dialed 911. "If you're lying. I'll kill you with my bare hands."

Moe desperately finished, "basement level."

He finished talking to the operator just in time to see the sirens. "Not one word. You hear me," he threatened and Moe curled out of sight as Gold opened the door and greeted the woman. "Sheriff Swan, what a delight."

"Cut the crap, Gold. I know you have Moe French in there."

Gold closed the door behind him and blocked it. "What an imagination but even if that were the case you are on my property and have no probable cause to search my home."

The ambulance pulled up and Swan raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

"Sheriff. I called them." The men took the gurney from the ambulance and Gold moved out of the way. "Mr. French has been severely beaten by some unknown persons and I just happen to find him."

"Unknown? Really?"

Gold shrugged and moved once more as the gurney with Moe on it was wheeled into the ambulance.

"I know what you did to that man but I'm more curious as to why."

Gold limped his way down the stairs and up to the ambulance. "I told you. Bad things happen to bad people."

"Yeah I remember your observation."

"I was wondering if I could persuade you to take me to the hospital. I'd really like to see that Mr. French gets there in one piece."

"Normally I'd say no way in hell but I want to see how far you take this little show of yours and this could square us away."

He ignored her comment, "no, you'll still owe me."

"Then you better get in before I change my mind."

Gold tipped an imaginary hat and slipped into the front of the squad car. Emma got in and followed the ambulance. "You're not going to tell me what he stole from you, are you?"

"I told you it was something precious. "

"What happened to French looked very personal, Mr. Gold. Too personal to be over a thing."

"My things are very dear to me. I don't like anybody mistreating them. Perhaps whoever did that to Mr. French feels the same, not that I condone that kind of violence but it is understandable to a certain degree."

"If you say so." Emma replied and slowed down as they pulled up to the hospital.

"This will do." Gold said and carefully exited the car.

"I'll escort you in." Emma said. "Don't forget somebody assaulted Mr. French very violently. Wouldn't want the same happening to you, now would we?"

"Indeed not. Thank you for your concern."

They entered the hospital and he walked away from her as quickly as he could. He knew that Emma was watching him but he had no time for her right now. He needed to know if what French had said was true or if it had been a ruse to get him to stop the beating.

Either way the man would pay but for now he had to check. He had to verify that the hope he was feeling had a reason to exist. He went to the area past intensive care and down and beyond Dr. Whale's office.

A nurse spotted him and chased after. "I'm sorry sir, this area is staff only."

"Why is that?" he asked halting his progress.

The nurse blinked and gulped audibly when she saw who she was speaking to, "Mr…Go…Gold. I…um not sure really."

"It's all right dear but I really must see the young lady housed down there." He pointed with his cane at the door hidden in the shadows.

The nurse hesitated but something about the way he was looking at her made her walk to the door. She paused as if trying to shake off a trance but then typed in the number on the keypad. He looked down and waved the woman away. "I'll take it from here."

The nurse closed the door and went back to her duties. She stood in front of her desk for a second before shaking her head and looking around confused.

Gold maneuvered the stairs carefully. With Regina being in control of this place, one couldn't be too careful and he kept that in mind when he neared the bottom of the steps. He went through the doorway and came to a lonely desk where a stern blond nurse sat reading a magazine.

She immediately got up and blocked his way. "You should not be here, this area is restricted."

Gold leaned on his cane nonchalantly as if they were discussing nothing more important than the weather. "Why is that?"

"Nobody is supposed to see her." The nurse said but her eyes were glazing over.

"Is that a fact? Call madam mayor so I may ask her permission."

The nurse scrutinized him trying to figure out how he had grabbed the phone without her seeing him move from his spot. "She'll be so angry," the woman said with a blank expression.

"Go on. I'll take care of it."

The nurse did not protest further and she found herself dialing the mayor. Regina picked up on the first ring. "This had better be very important."

"It is." Gold's voice rumbled through the phone line. "Please listen carefully."

Compelled Regina gripped the phone hard in her hand. "Go on."

"You are going to tell this lovely woman that I am not only to see Arabella French but that I will be checking her out as well. She will be signed over into my care and you will leave us alone for a month. Say you agree, please."

"I agree." Regina said between gritted teeth.

"Thank you dear. Please don't bother to come down here either and Mayor Mills…one more thing-"

"What is it?"

"Keep the cup. I don't need it." Gold handed back the phone to the woman who listened blankly as Mayor Mills repeated everything he'd said word for word.

The woman hung up the phone and gave him a clipboard with some paperwork. He looked it over reading all the fine print then signed his name with a flourish.

"Very well. This way Mr. Gold."

"I don't want to trouble you further. Just tell me where to go and I'll get her myself."

"Follow this corridor make a left. It's the fifth door on the right."

"Thank you." He said and finding he sincerely meant it, released the woman's mind.

He followed the directions passing a janitor and more doors than he cared to think about. Regina's secrets would have to keep for now. He had hoped and prayed too long for this very moment to happen; to be derailed by the Queen's many other crimes against the citizen's of Storybrooke.

He slowed down as he came to the fifth door and nervously opened it. 'What would she look like? Would she be scarred and broken? Would she be aware of whom I am? Will she be angry I came? Am I ready to handle her not recognizing me?'

Gold steeled himself and stepped into the gloom. At first all he saw was nothing more than a hunched up figure but as his sight became accustomed to the darkness he was able to make out more details that indicated that it was indeed his Belle.

He could see her bare and dirty feet. The voluminous gown that covered a no doubt thin frame and dark brown hair that hung in tangled strands. She lifted her head and he saw the face he'd been seeing in his dreams and nightmares for the last 28 years.

She watched him silently and he closed the gap ignoring the beautiful blue eyes that regarded him with a mix of confusion and suspicion. He took a deep breath and she slid her legs down so slowly that the material rustled against the stone where she sat.

"Hello." She said and he staggered as her familiar sweet tone greeted him. "Are you the new doctor?"

"Doctor? No I'm not a doctor."

"Are you a psychologist?" she said with a face of distaste.

"No." He cleared his throat, "not one of those either."

"Then who are you?" she said and slowly got off the bench. "Are you here to help me?"

"Yes, that I am," he answered thickly.

"How?" she asked with a suspicious look.

He wanted to wipe it off her face, it didn't belong there and he was reminded yet again of just how much of her life Regina had taken from her. If he had his proper powers he'd have gone straight to the mayor's house and shown her why the people of Storybrooke feared him and not her.

He'd show her that her previous sorrow would be nothing compared to the suffering he would make her endure for tainting the woman he loved.

"I didn't mean to make you angry. It was just a question," she said quickly.

Realizing that his murderous thoughts were probably broadcasted all over his face, Gold banished Regina to the back of his mind, he'd deal with her later, and settled his gaze on the girl before him. "I'm not angry with you. I was just recalling unpleasant memories."

"I have lots of those." She said walking closer to him.

"I'm sorry for that." He said and kept his hand tightly gripping his cane. It was the only thing keeping him from dropping to his knees and begging for her forgiveness.

"It's not your fault. For the most part the memories themselves aren't so bad. It's the feelings that go with them."

"Are they bad feelings?" he asked punishing himself for not being stronger, for being a coward.

"Not bad. Just very sad, I lost someone and it hurt badly."

"I lost someone too but I have hope."

"That you'll find them?"

Gold shook his head. "That they'll find me."

Belle stepped forward at his tone. "Step into the light."

Gold tentatively urged himself forward and stepped into the bright moonlight pouring from the window. She gasped and flew backwards. "Belle…I."

"Don't come closer." She said and climbed onto her bench and curled into a ball.

"Please Belle. I would never hurt you." He said inching closer to her. She made no sound and he kneeled in front of her. The floor was cold and wet and it was seeping into his very bones but he didn't care. He'd endure any amount of pain if only it would wipe away her wild-eyed look.

"You're not real. You're just a nightmare." She cried digging her hands into the wall behind her and making her nails bleed.

He tried not to wince as he forced the injured muscle to get back up. "I'll leave," he whispered.

He managed a few steps but her wail brought him up short and his leg unprepared for the sudden change of direction collapsed and he dropped painfully to the floor. She gasped and hurried over to him. "You're really here. You're not an illusion. Tell me you're not an illusion!"

"Belle. No one else would dream of me."

She looked down and softly touched his face. "Who broke your spell?"

He tried to smile but it was just a mocking twist of his lips and she immediately bent to help him up. He leaned on her until she had him standing with his back flush to the wall. "No one. No one has broken my spell."

Belle's hand slowly left the arm she'd been holding and slid it to his chest and under his suit jacket. His heartbeat was strong and loud beneath her palm. "You've changed," she said placing her head over her own hand.

"It is a new curse. Worse than before."

Belle removed herself from his chest and walked a little distance from him. He nearly groaned aloud at the loss of contact but her angry voice got his attention. "Why are you here now? After all this time? Why did you leave me here?"

He closed his eyes, "I thought you gone. I was told a terrible tale and I created a horrible curse to punish myself for letting you go. I came as soon as I found out that I'd been deceived. I only want to free you and restore what was stolen."

Belle balled her hands and turned on him. "You tossed me out. You left me alone in a world that hated me for loving you. I suffered because of you. I lost my happiness. How will you restore that? How will you give me back what you stole from me?"

"I can't and you deserve better."

"You don't get it." She shouted, "I don't want better, I want you. I've always wanted you but I don't want you if you're only doing it so you're not lonely."

"That's not why I'm here."

"Prove it. Prove to me you are here for more than that broken cup. Prove that you need me as much as I needed you."

He dropped his cane and with great determination he hobbled over to her. She stood still and he understood that this was his test. The distance between them had to be breached alone without her assistance and support. He had to prove that he was the man she thought he was.

Her face showed no change until his hands ghosted over her jaw, cupped her face and kissed her.

She melted into his kiss and held onto his slim frame with all she had. They lost all pretenses when she buried her hands in his light brown hair and he buried his face in crook of her neck. "Is that proof enough?"

She nodded and he wordlessly walked back to the wall and held onto it as he picked up his cane from where he dropped it. "Now I'm going to take you out of here."

"Where will you take me?"

"A new home."

"Your home?" she asked holding the door open and helping him around the corridor, past the shocked nurse and up the stairs. She held onto his waist and he smirked at the many nurses and volunteers and past the beaten man that had been her father. "They'll be talking before the doors close."

"There's always talk," she said and held onto him a little tighter.

The air outside was crisp and full of the coming winter storms and he was greatly wishing he'd have thought to bring her some clothes. He took off his jacket and draped it over her. "Need a lift?" Emma Swan asked pushing off the police cruiser and opening the back door.

"Determined to get me to confess, aren't we?"

"Don't flatter yourself. I'd figured that since mo...nobody will be pressing charges, that this might be my only chance to put you in the back of my squad car and you don't want the girl to freeze."

"In that case thank you, Ms. Swan."

He and Belle sat in the back and for once he was grateful the sheriff wasn't Graham. He knew that Regina would be looking for loopholes in his call but at least with Emma he could drop his guard a bit and not worry about her being grilled later as Graham would have been.

He directed the sheriff to his home but he needn't have bothered as she was already headed that way. "I know you're dying to ask, so go ahead."

"And owe you another one? No thanks." Emma replied.

"This one is on me. Ask before I lose my charitable spirit." He said tiredly.

"Are you Arabella French?" Emma asked the girl.

Gold felt her squeeze his arm and he patted her hand to reassure her. He noticed that Emma's eyebrow raised at the contact. "I am." Belle responded.

"In that case, I'm Sheriff Emma Swan. Pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you." Belle replied and stared out the passing scenery in wonder. It occurred to him that he had no idea just how long she'd been cooped up. 'Had she any idea of just how far they'd been moved? What exactly had happened to her when she'd left his castle? What did her father actually do and what had been lies?'

They pulled up at Gold's home and Emma killed the engine and got out. She offered to assist Mr. Gold who seemed very tired all of a sudden but Belle assured her that she could manage. She was thanked again for her concern.

"Mr. Gold?"

"Yes, Sheriff."

"She is willingly going with you, right? It's not a deal to stay away from her father?"

"Goodnight, Ms. Swan."

"Goodnight. Mr. Gold. I'll be checking on you in the morning."

"I don't doubt it."

Belle waved at Emma and the young woman waved back and drove away. "Graham is gone isn't he?"

"A lot has changed." Gold replied entering his home.

Belle locked the door and found him sitting in the living room with a bottle of pills in his hand. "Do you need water?"

"No." he replied.

"Do you need something else?" she asked anxiously.

"Sit next to me."

She sat and he leaned against her. "This could be your home, if you'd like."

"Are you offering me a deal?"

He sat up straight and looked away from her. "No deals."

"I'll stay for now but eventually I will have to see my father. I will have to deal with this new world and with that woman and what she did to me…to you."

He agreed and wished her a good night. He lay in his bed wondering how long it would take Regina to see that she had lost the moment she stolen Belle from him. Not that the fate of Storybrooke really mattered to him anyway.

He had Belle back and this time his power would be used to protect her. This time he wouldn't be a coward. He giggled in a manner uncharacteristic to this persona and drifted off to sleep safe in the knowledge that the happy endings were beginning to come back and it would only be a matter of time before she'd be back in his castle where she belonged if she'd have him.