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9 yrs ago
You are the puzzle that I will never be able to solve and somehow, that's okay.
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9 yrs ago
I'm sorry... I can't keep going like this. I need solidity. Figure out what you want and why... and then talk to me. I will always love you. And yes. even she knows that.
9 yrs ago
I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if I die, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know and that is that I love you.
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9 yrs ago
Kind of just came out to my family and Facebook that I'm getting a sex change... so yeah... dealing with that. Be back soon.
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10 yrs ago
You are my heart. You are my Once upon a time.

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Ruby glanced up at the blue-lit analog clock that hung up on the wall behind the counter in Granny's Diner. Only ten more minutes before Granny's would be closing for the day, and she couldn't have been more relieved. That morning had been busy to say the least, helping Granny back in the kitchen cooking up enough sweets and pasteries to put an entire army into a coma, and what made it worse was that Knox had been roped into working that day and was unable to help her pass the time.

Ruby quickly headed out of the kitchens, covered in a light sheen of sweat only to start wiping down the emptying tables in the diner, finding that only one customer remained; Mayor Mills' little stock puppet for The Daily Mirror. She couldn't help but to glare, if just a bit in the woman's general direction. How could she respect a woman who so blatently drag someone as sweet as Henry Carlyle through the mud the way she did? Of course Regina was the puppet master, but Sherry didn't have to comply.

She quickly finished all the tables but hers, allowing the woman at least five more minutes before she would have to say something in regards to having to leave so they could close. Ruby then went back into the kitchens to see what else she could help Granny with and began to package the goods to transfer downtown.

"I haven't seen your broody friend in here today..." Granny commented, bustling around the steamy kitchen in order to find another box large enough to carry the freshly baked cookies.

"He's not broody." Ruby quickly commented, but couldn't help but smile as she was brought back to thinking about him for the hundredth time that day. "He had to work."

Things between her and Knox had been, toned down to say the least. Both of them had been increasingly busy as of late, her with Miners Day preperations and him with...well, his work. Sometimes she wondered if he actually liked putting in extra hours. She had tried on a number of occasions to get him to take a day off, or at least a few hours so they could go for a walk or catch a movie or...something that normal couples would do, but there seemed to always be something else that came up; like an unseen force that was keeping them from being together.

Tonight wouldn't be any different either. The biggest day in Storybrooke, and she probably wouldn't even see him until her morning shift where he ordered cheese fries and coffee and she prayed to God that it wouldn't be busy with customers so she could sit down and drink a strawberry smoothie with him.

Granny just made a 'mhhm' noise from her throat and handed Ruby a collapsed box.

"Put that together will ya? When your done go ahead and start filling your car and head on down, perhaps we can get a good spot this year."

Ruby complied and put the box together after finding the duct tape, deciding to take the back exit to begin filling her car with the already packaged boxes to keep from having to make eye contact with that foul woman again.


Many, many years ago…

Dawn came, but Rumpelstiltskin hadn’t slept a wink. How could he when he knew the fate of his wife and child, never to see them again? They were dead, claimed by the sea in its roiling wake. There had to be a way to get them back, somehow. He was The Dark One, anything was possible, right? He couldn’t think of that now, not when he was about to receive vengeance for the death of his family.

Rumpelstiltskin sat atop an archway adjoining two roofs, awaiting the pirate Killian Jones to arrive just as he had set it up the night before. His bloodshot eyes scanned the streets until finally, the pirate made himself known. From his spot on the archway, Rumpelstiltskin tossed down an old, rusty sword at Killian’s feet, causing the pirate to pause and look up at the monster.

“Pick it up dearie, and let’s begin!” Rumpelstiltskin shouted down to the pirate.

“There’s no need.” Killian replied, keeping his eyes on Rumpelstiltskin as he moved his hand to grab at his own sword, but forced to look at the sheath as his hand found it empty.

“Sorry…” Rumpelstiltskin’s voice came from directly behind Killian, catching the pirate off guard. “…but killing a man with his own sword is just too delicious to pass up.”

Killian turned to see his very own sword in the hand of Rumpelstiltskin, and was then forced to pick up the older sword that the monster had thrown at his feet earlier. He took a moment to test the blades weight, and suddenly lashed out at Rumpelstiltskin with a powerful swing down of the sword, aiming to get this duel over and done with as soon as possible.

Rumpelstiltskin showed no inexperience with the pirates sword, as each strike was so easily parried by The Dark One that he even took it a step further and rested his free hand behind his back. They continued to strike their blades together, time and time again until Killian was sure that he had him and swung indefinitely, however The Dark One was no longer there; vanished into nothing but air.

“Ships that pass in the night?” Rumpelstiltskin asked from behind Killian. “Well…at least one ship…”

Killian went at Rumpelstiltskin once more, making Rumpelstiltskin take a step back with each blow until once more he was sure he had him until Rumpelstiltskin caught his sword with his own and forced Killian forward, knocking over a stack of barrels and falling to the stone ground. He quickly got up, refusing to give up the fight and attacked the monster again with a shout of anger that echoed into the night.

Rumpelstiltskin, again blocked each blow, using his foot to kick Killian back a few paces once and when the pirate returned, used his free hand for the first time to punch the pirate in the face, again causing the pirate to stagger back. Killian went back at him blindly, swinging his sword with fury and lunging to catch even just the reptilian clothing of the beast but Rumpelstiltskin slapped his sword down, and kicked him down onto his chest with his boot.

Killian got back onto his feet, only stopping when he was on a single knee to see that his own sword was pointed directly at him, Rumpelstiltskin had won the duel; it was over.

“Go on, I’m ready for the sword.” Killian said bravely, looking up into the monster’s eyes that glared down upon him. Rumpelstiltskin raised the tip of the sword to Killian’s neck and studied his face carefully.

“No…” Rumpelstiltskin said through his gnashing teeth. He bent down at the torso a bit, getting on a closer level to Killian’s face though keeping the sword tip at the pirates throat. “Do you know what it’s like-” He asked. “-to have your family stolen from you? To feel powerless to stop it? It feels as if your heart has been ripped from your chest.”

Rumpelstiltskin straightened up and lowered the sword.

“Actually, let me show you…” He plunged his hand forward, and Killian found the hand of the monster slide into his chest as if he were made of Jell-o. A sharp pain came from the pirates throat as he suddenly felt Rumpelstiltskin’s hand close around his heart and squeezed down hard.

“NO! STOP!”

Rumpelstiltskin, with his hand deep in the chest of the man who had stolen Milah and Baelfire, turned his head to see…a ghost?

“Milah?” Rumpelstiltskin’s dark eyes widened, unbelieving of what he was seeing. It was Milah alright, done with the tattered and worn dresses he was able to provide for her and instead donned the apparel of a pirate. She hadn’t run away after all, she left him.


Against his better judgment, Mr. Gold closed up shop early that day. He really wasn’t one for traditions, and the pointless one belonging to the town only known as Miners Day; a made-up holiday simply to bring the town together in some bullshit attempt at ‘togetherness.’ As Mr. Gold locked up his shop, he couldn’t help but to sneer as two children chased each other, a race to see who could get to Granny’s bakery booth first. One of them was bound to trip over their untied shoelaces and bust up their knee pretty badly, and then he would be stuck hearing their snot-nosed whimpers of pain.

Before that could even become a possibility, he took hold of his cane and limped down the street in the opposite direction. It would be a longer route to get to the heart of Storybrooke, but it was also a route that would be less populated, and he wasn’t much in the mood for striking any new deals today. He did, however, need to make a short stop to visit his dear friend Mother Superior.

“You’re raising the rent again?” Mother Superior, despite her quiet and pristine manner, couldn’t help but to vocalize her worries at a steadily louder volume than deemed appropriate coming from a nun. Thankfully, everyone else was at Miners Day already and none to overhear them.

“You were twenty-three minutes late on last months; did you sincerely think that wouldn’t come with its consequences?” Mr. Gold asked in an almost pleasant tone.

“But…but it’s Miners Day! The nuns, we’ve all put in what we had left for our preparations. We’d have to sell every candle to be able to afford double rent!”

“That…” Mr. Gold said twisting his cane around a bit to keep his hands occupied with something. “…is not my problem. I’ll be by later tonight to collect.”

Without another word, Mr. Gold made his way off of the porch and back onto the street, whistling a merry tune to himself that sounded much like ‘hi-ho’ from the Disney version of Snow White.


There was something absolutely magical in the air that day, and Regina couldn’t help but to feel that Miners Day wasn’t even the half of it. She hung up the office phone and looked over at Mason who was playing with his new train set just in front of her desk and smiled warmly. Things could have not been going better for The Mayor of Storybrooke. Henry was on his way out (with no one wanting him to stay, who would allow him a room when Granny’s of all people kicked him out), she recently discovered the patch to mend her scarred heart and late-nights with Robert only proved to be fruitful.

“C’mon Mason, I’m finished with my business work today. I told you it wouldn’t take very long.” Regina said pushing herself from her chair to join Mason at his side. “Just leave your train set here, we can pick you up another for home.”

“Are we going to Miners Day?” Mason asked eagerly, folding his hand into Regina’s out of habit. Regina nodded and smiled, running her fingers through his thick head of brown hair.

“Just as I promised. Maybe we can see about someone getting you a haircut too.”

The two smiled at one another, both basking in the warming love that they both desperately needed. An unspoken bond had formed between the boy and Regina over the last week. Wherever Mason went, Regina wasn’t to be found too far away. Even at school, Regina made a point pick him up and drop him off at exactly the times needed to be able to spend the most amount of time with him. She also made a habit of joining him for lunch, whether it was taking him something in a Hulk lunchbox she let him pick out, or taking him to Granny’s.

The warmer changes in Regina’s heart started coming out visibly as well, as today she had undergone the silk shirts and dress pants. Today, instead she wore a tight-fitting black turtleneck and blue jeans. Practical for the normal person’s everyday use, but still holding an air of class when Regina wore it.

The duo left Regina’s office after Regina had locked it up tight and set up the security alarm, and made their way down to the heart of Storybrooke to see what it is they could find this year...but unlike last year, they had someone to do it with together.
Storybrooke: Chapter 1 The Curse
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Regina walked in just as Mason was getting out of the bath, and Regina had to curse herself for forgetting about the boy's clothes. Well, not like he would be wearing that garbage David Nolan was fronting for the boy anyway; they would just have to spend some time together tomorrow going shopping. True to her word, Regina ordered the both of them pizza and while they ate, watched a movie per Mason's request. Regina didn't understand a large majority of the Transformer's movie, but hearing Mason's child-like giggles filling up the room that would have otherwise been completely empty was enough for her to push through the entire thing.

It was nearly nine pm by the time the movie was over, but Regina didn't want the night to end. Sure Mason had school in the morning, and any responsible parent would have put him to bed shortly after...but Regina wasn't a parent. They ended up spending the next hour making cookies, and since Regina didn't have any 'fun-shaped' cookie cutters, Mason took it upon himself to shape the dough into different animals using just his fingers and a kitchen knife. Really it just looked like a bunch of uneven, misshaped blobs on a cookie sheet to Regina, but his smile kept reminding her that not everything always had to be so pristine and perfect.

It wasn't until Regina saw Mason passed out completely on the couch while they waited for the cookies to finish baking that Regina patted him awake and walked him up the spiral staircase and into a bedroom she never used. It was quite plain, the walls were a mute beige and save for a twin-sized bed and wooden desk in the corner it was completely empty. As she helped Mason climb underneath the covers, the once empty room seemed to fill as Regina imagined small toys littering the floor, a colorful rug on top of the hardwood floors, the walls painted bright colors and of course a pile of dirty laundry in the corner. These images soon melted away, back to the bare walls and boring structure as Mason grabbed Regina's hand and gave it a tired squeeze before he drifted off to sleep once more.

Instinct suddenly took over, and Regina bent at the waist to put a soft kiss on the boys forehead, squeezing his hand back and forced herself to leave him be in his bed and return downstairs. It was only then that the manila folder that Regina had plucked from Dr. Hopper's possession caught her attention, sitting out in the open on the coffee table in the living room, begging to be read. Regina picked up the folder as she sat down, holding it in her lap and began to read over the notes.

The first few pages were standard stuff, trying Regina's patience even then. Name, age, address, examiner information...Regina flipped through a couple more pages until she finally found the referral question, the reason why Faye Stevenson was even seeing Dr. Hopper in the first place.

"Dr. Stevenson has been complaining of some minor blackouts resulting in memory loss when she comes-to again. Patient describes worry, anxiety, stress and fear when succumbing to these episodes. Further analysis is required."

Regina pressed on, flipping through page after page of reports. Interviews, tests done, medications prescribed, but what Regina was looking for seemed to be hidden between the lines, if anything was there at all. Nothing stuck out to her that would explain the woman that had nearly choked her to death in the holding cells. That is, until she reached the last page, documenting the most recent interview from a week ago.

"Dr. Stevenson's blackouts continue and she keeps finding herself in places she doesn't ever recall going to. Through extensive research I have been able to pinpoint this condition as DID, Dissociative Identity Disorder. I believe that Dr. Stevenson thinks that she becomes another person during these blackouts, and this other person is blocking Dr. Stevenson from recalling any events that might take place during the episode. Further treatment is still required, medical dosage for treating anxiety and depression will be continued. Prolonged psychotherapy, hypnotherapy and adjudicative therapy will be tested."

Regina sat back into the couch, re-reading the passage at least a hundred times. What did that mean? Surely the woman in the cells wasn't Dr. Stevenson's 'alternate' self, they looked nothing alike! But still, it was the only thing that made sense. But on the other side, it made no sense at all! Who was this woman, who was she really? Regina tried thinking back...back before the curse to pinpoint who this woman was. She was only able to vaguely remember seeing her in one of her magic mirrors, it was just for a moment, and her attention had been too far put into getting Rumpelstiltskin to come to her castle...

Rumpelstiltskin...Dr. Stevenson, she was with him. A caretaker...and that meant Rumpelstiltskin knew exactly who she was. Regina quickly put the papers back in order and closed the envelope with a wry smile on her face, she knew now who held the information to the girl, and as luck would have it, he still had his memories.

But now wasn't the time to go and bother Mr. Gold, it was nearly eleven at night and the old, bitter man would shoot her the moment she stepped foot on his lawn. Ungrateful bastard, she gave him that lawn.

Instead, Regina grabbed her coat and locked up her house tight, manilla envelope tucked tightly underneath her arm and began her short walk to Archie's house. She didn't stay long, just long enough to slide the envelope underneath the cricket's welcome mat where Archie would very well know where to find it. She couldn't leave any chances open, although she was confident with herself in not getting caught with it, the way Dr. Stevenson had bid her goodnight was a bit...unnerving.

Shoving her hands into her coat pockets, she then began the short walk to the Sheriff's station where she knew Robert would still be, probably bored out of his mind with what little went on in Storybrooke. She had a prisoner to see, even if it was 'after hours.'
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