This is my first fanfiction and I just wanted to try it out. I know there are probably a lot of fics like this, but honestly I love this pairing and wanted to have a little fun. I hope to have this set a bit different and have both Rumplestiltskin and Belle with real memories from their time in storybrooke together, before she was sent under the hospital. This is AU, obviously, but set some time after Skin Deep.

I do not own Once Upon A Time and this is just for fun

Chapter 1

It had been going on for a little over a year now. The secret meet ups, the kind gestures, and the one brief kiss they shared in his home one afternoon. She hadn't known what she was getting herself into when she decided she was in love with the town's monster, not that she would ever describe him as such. They had been keeping it quiet for so long now, it was a wonder how her father had found out about the two of them. She knew her father hated the man, but Rosalina French was never one to stand down quietly.

"Father, I love him." She states, standing in the middle of the sitting room facing her angry father.

"Rosie, he's a monster and is just using you." He retorts.

"Don't call me that, you don't get to call me that." She snaps, hating him for using the nickname that he liked to call her by. It was like a secret game only used between them. "I don't see how my life is any of your concern anymore. I'm an adult and can make my own choices. I love him and there is nothing you can do about it."

"Of course I can, I'm your father and it's been decided."

"What's been decided?" She asks tentatively.

"Your father has been talking to the mayor and it's been decided that you, me, and your father are leaving town tomorrow and heading to Boston." A cold voice enters the room. Rosalina turns around to see Jeremy smiling wickedly at her. He was handsome yes, but Rosalina knew him from high school, as a sleazy, arrogant asshole, who had made a pass at her on more than one occasion. He moves over to stand next to her father. "Rejoice Rosie-"she flinches again at the nickname. "When we reach Boston, you and I are to be married."

She gapes at the two of them. "You can't be serious; you want me to stay away from him so badly? If you really think that I'll just go along with this-"

"It's been decided Rose." He father cuts her off.

"No, nothing's been decided, you can't make me go along with this." She snaps.

Her father sighs. "Jeremy, why don't you take her up to her room and we can talk more about this later when she's calmed down."

"Yes of course, come along sweetling." Jeremy grabs her wrist, not hard, but just enough to ensure that she couldn't escape. That still didn't stop her from struggling the entire way. When they had reached her room he shoved her against the door and forced her to look at him. He leans down to whisper in her ear. "We have it all arranged…Rosie, we are going to leave here tomorrow and you are going to be my wife. You will never be allowed to see that monster of yours ever again." Without letting her get a word in otherwise she's shoved into her room and the door is locked behind her. "I'm sure you'll see it our way soon enough." With that she hears the sound of his boots walking back down the hall to her father.

She wanted to lie down on her bed and cry. There was no way they could do this to her could they? She didn't understand laws very well, but she was sure there had to be something saying that they couldn't legally do this. One thing was for certain, there was no way she was going to stay locked in her room. She had to see him. Taking a deep breath she grabs a small suitcase and packs a few of her belongings. He would know what to do, how to get her out of this situation. When she had packed all she needed she shoves her bed aside to reveal a trapdoor leading into the backyard. Shuffling her way through the tunnel she finally feels the familiar brush of fresh air and begins running through the street. She knew he would still be at his shop, it was barely pass twilight and when she finds his shop she walks right in the small bell above the door alerting him of her arrival.

"Rosie?" She sees him walk into the main room, wearing his signature black designer suit and a red tie tonight. "Rosie, what's wrong?" He asks. Not being able to hold in the tears any longer she drops her suitcase, runs into his open arms, and cries into his chest. "Rosie-?"

Rosalina French wakes up startled in her small room under the hospital. The dream is nothing new, it's been the same for a week, but this time she managed to get into his shop before waking up, though his face was, once again, to blurry to see him clearly. Scowling she gets up to stretch, the early morning sun shining low in the sky and warming up her small room slightly through the small window. The dream-no, the false memory is still vivid in her mind. She doesn't understand how or why, but she has two sets of memories. For as long as she's been trapped there was only one set, but a few weeks, months ago, she didn't know, she woke up with new memories. One constantly trying to dominate the other, but she won't allow that, not until she knows which one is the truth. Both involve one man, well in one memory he isn't exactly a man, but she knows she loves both of them dearly. Lying back down on the slab she calls a bed she twists the, uniquely vine shaped, golden ring on her left hand absentmindedly, her mind on her plan to escape that day. Regardless of her feeling for the man, she knows that he can provide answers and her latest memory finally told her where to find him. "Mr. Gold's Pawnshop," she murmurs, staring out the window to the morning light. 'Today, I will escape and I will find him.'

About midday a nurse stands in front of her door, in order to give her something to eat. "What's your name?" She asks opening the small hatch to look inside.

"Rosalina French," she answers, as she does every day. The woman nods and opens the door to come in. 'Do the brave thing and bravery will follow.' She muses, knowing that's something a different her would say. Even if it was part of her false memories, it was a concept she felt she could live by. The nurse walks over and sits down next to her, preparing to feed her. Rosalina wasn't having of that nonsense today and gestured to the bowl of soup, which she foolishly hands to her. Making sure that both of the nurses hands were full she set the bowl down gently, grabbed the tray, and hit the nurse as hard as she could with it. She gets up quickly, grabs the woman's keys, and runs out the door. She makes sure to close the door behind her and locks it. Thanking the heavens no one was ever around when it was time for her to eat she runs down the hallway, only to be met with a dead end. Groaning inwardly, she takes off in the other direction. She comes up to a desk and a pair of stairs, not caring where they lead her, as long as they get her out she quickly runs up and opens the door.

People, there were far too many people in one place at the same time. She walks cautiously towards, what she hopes is the front door and no one seems to be paying her any mind. 'They must be really busy or just not paying attention.' She muses, wondering why no one was screaming for her immediate retrieval. When it was clear that no one was going to grab her and put her back down in her cell, she all but ran towards the front entrance, almost hitting someone in the face as they attempt to walk in. She nods her head towards the person as an apology, to scared to talk, and races down the steps in freedom.

"Wait a minute…Rosalina, is that you?" She hears him behind her. Stopping dead in her tracks she turns around to see a small man she recognizes as Dreamy in the other world. Her mind supplies a name for her, Leroy she recalls, the town drunk and the man, who was currently walking towards her. She backs away from him, before turning and heading into the familiar, yet at the same time not familiar town. "Rosalina, Rosalina." She hears him call out.

She quickly runs into an alleyway, in fear of being caught and sent back. After walking a few blocks she decides that it's safe to wander out and get a feel for her surroundings. She is shocked to see that her feet have led her to her father's house. Inwardly jumping with joy she walks across the road and steps onto the sidewalk, knowing how to get to her destination from here. Sticking to the shadows and alleyways she finally ends up at the side of an old building with the sign, 'Mr. Gold's Pawnshop,' engraved on a sign in the front. She is about to go through the front like in her memory, but the cruel black-haired lady's voice sends her back into the shadows.

"Search the streets, comb the forest. She can't have gone too far. I want that girl found, before she hurts someone else."

How did she find out so quickly?'She wonders positioning herself as against the wall as she can. She can hear the familiar black heels on the pavement coming closer to her. Having no other choice she quickly moves to the back of the building and enters through there. Hiding herself in a pair of quilts, she is in awe at how many items he has lying around back here. She's about to reach up and touch a golden goblet of some sort, but quickly buries back into the quilt when she hears the sound of footsteps coming her way and the sound of a vaguely familiar cane.

"I know you're back here dearie, why not just come clean and explain to me what you're running from?" All it took was a second for her to recognize his familiar drawl, even though it was slightly different than the last time she had clearly heard it. It was deeper and less maniacal, more human.

She immediately jumps up and turns around to face him. There was no telling how many emotions flicked across his face, when she met his eyes, surprise, shock, joy, regret, anger, relief, sadness, all of them crossed his features in less than a minute and not necessarily in that order. "B…Belle?" He manages to choke out. "Y…you're alive."

So that was her name, Belle, not Rosalina, not 'the troublesome patient', but Belle. Hearing her proper name come forward from his lips made it sound all the more true."Rumplestiltskin, it is you." She cries happily, before being able to help herself she threw herself at him and starts crying.

"You do remember, my sweet little Belle." He holds her tightly and lets her tears fall.

Hi, it's me again. I hope you've enjoyed the first chapter and hopefully I can update soon. Please leave a review if you have the time, but if not I hope you'll continue reading. xD