a deal struck, broken and mended | mr. gold

[Baelfire]

To say that Storybrooke was a strange town was probably an understatement. Actually, no, it was an understatement. Baelfire had only been here for a day now, staying with Belle, and already he was beginning to understand what had happened to this town. Curses weren't uncommon where he was from, and Belle, recognizing him as one of the effected, had taken him here, where the rest of them were staying.

It was odd, though, this world was supposed to be a world without magic. So, how had there been a curse on this land? It didn't make sense at all. At present, he was wandering the streets, careful not to stray too far from where he and Belle were staying. There wasn't too much to see, though the town was certainly larger and different from what he was used to. Thankfully, it wasn't as large as Argentina had been.

A nearby sign caught his attention, hanging over a relatively small shop. 'Mr Gold: Pawnbroker and Antiquities Dealer.' Bae didn't know what either of those were, and there wasn't anything particularly interesting about the sign, but for SOMERISING some reason it caught his attention. And, with nothing else to do, he decided to have a look inside.

The interior was what most would expect from a pawnbroker, though Baelfire didn't know what that was. Dusty knick-knacks lined the shelves, some unfamiliar and some that looked as though they might have been at home in the Frontlands. A pair of marionettes were displayed prominently as well as what looked like a small, leather ball. Baelfire tilted his head a little. He had seen this ball before.

He picked it up and turned it over in his hands. There was no doubt of it. This had been his, back in the Frontlands. How had it ended up here? He certainly hadn't taken it with him.

There was a soft rustling in the back of the shop and Baelfire raised his head to look. He couldn't quite make out the man standing there. "I...I'm sorry, sir, I just..." he hadn't expected to be caught handling things by the store's owner. But, surely, he couldn't be accused of stealing.

[Mr. Gold]

It had been a normal day in the life of Mr. Gold. Well, at least as normal as someone who lived in a town that just recently had a curse lifted off of it. It was a shame everyone realized who he was and feared going into his shop. But, that's what he'd earned for himself by making the curse. Not that he minded, though. He had managed to find Belle and, now that he could leave Storybrooke, he was able to search for Bae. For the past twenty or so years he was confined to that small town which nobody could enter or leave. There was no way he was going to find Bae then. He had managed to find Belle, though. That, while amazing, was only half of what he wanted. He still didn't have Bae - who had been the whole reason he let Regina cast the curse in the first place.

Mr. Gold was the in back room of his shop looking for one of the many Enchanted Forest artifact that he'd got to the shop. Ever since the break-in, Mr. Gold had been needing something new to display where the hook was. Mr. Gold reached up onto a shelf and took hold of a dusty box. Once it was opened, he looked inside to see a miniature umbrella, which had belonged to Jiminy Cricket. Just as he was about to take it out to put on display, Mr. Gold heard the ring of the shop door's bell. He shut the box and put it back on it's shelf before grabbing his cane (which wasn't even necessary anymore - it had just become a habit of his to use it) and walking to the main shop area. He had no idea who would want to come to his shop in Storybrooke. Perhaps it was Belle.

What he saw was... unexpected. At the sight of his son, Baelfire, Mr. Gold couldn't do anything but stand there and stare for a moment. All this time searching for him and now he was just... standing there in his shop as if it was nothing. "...Bae?" Mr. Gold asked, taking a step forward and tilting his head slightly. Upon closer inspection it was most definitely his son. Now he just... didn't know what to do.

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