Mr Gold

He was a monster, and Emma didn't doubt that.

And she didn't trust him, or like him. Not after he lied to her about Ashley, or after what he did to the flower delivery guy.

She watched him sitting in the jail cell, holding his cane like it was a lifeline, and she couldn't help but wonder who on earth he was talking about when he said, "You KILLED her!"

Who was the her that he was talking about? How had that man killed this girl and was still walking free?

Brown hair, brown eyes, pale complexion. A pretty girl with a pretty heart, clutching a basket as she walked. A black wood carriage riding up behind her, her stepping to the side as the carriage drew to a halt. The door opened and out stepped -

Emma shook her head, the image of the young girl burned into her eyelids. She glanced at Mr Gold, who was watching her as thought heknew what she was experiencing. She was tempted to ask - she opened her mouth, but all that came out was an offer for her sandwich.

Again, written in a restaurant. Enjoy, little kids! And I will be starting a NCIS/Avengers fanfic, but my laptop keeps breaking down on me, so when that works, it will be up! Review!

no white horse for me