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Rumplestiltskin stared at Regina with confusion, unsure whether he had heard her correctly. Regina felt a blush rise in her cheeks.
[adrotate group="5"]All magic comes with a price!
Keeper of FelixHaven’t come up with something to add yet- but SpinningGold, you are cracking me up with the Paleyfest references!
(AngieBelle, we aim to please 😆 )
Common Regina, get a grip on yourself, she thought. There is nothing special about that imp.
“Have you seen Henry?” she finally managed to ask.
“Yes he was just here. Wanted to do some grandfather-grandson bonding, but I made him a bowl of soup and he disappeared again.”
“Grandfather-grandson bonding? Was David here too?” This was getting confusing.
“No, alas, he only barges in when he isn’t wanted. I’m his grandfather, dearie.”
“You? His grandfather? How? Did you and Snowhite have an affair? I always knew that miss Goodietwoshoes was a harlot.”
“No Regina, my son is his father.”
“What? This is getting too confusing, I’m getting out of here. Pinnochio is with Henry and we both know that that puppet is nothing but trouble.” Having said that she stormed out again.
Rumpel rubbed his chin. “Hmm, one of these days I should ask Geppetto how much it cost to put a revolving door in there.Regina stalked down the street. Everyone moved out of her way to let her pass, everyone that is except the bug.
“Hello, Regina.” said Archie cheerfully. “Beautiful day”.
Regina just scowled. “I’m busy”
All magic comes with a price!
Keeper of FelixGold rolled his eyes, watching Regina through the window snarling at the cricket. He glanced at the bowl of soup in his hand.
Now what do I do with this? he thought to himself. Why did I even make it? Shrugging, he picked up a spoon and began eating it…before spitting it right back out.
“Ugh, this is terrible,” he muttered, dumping the soup and tensing his shoulders when the bell rang again. “I already told you, I didn’t see where Henry went…” he all but growled.
“How did you know I was looking for him?” came the voice that was certainly not Regina.
Gold rolled his eyes again and turned around. “Something I can do for you, Charming?”
David crossed his arms, fixing Gold with that “I’m watching you” stare that was probably supposed to threatening but just made him look like he was trying to pose for the cover of Vogue. Emphasis on trying.
“I actually am looking for Henry. Or my wife for that matter…or Emma.”
“So basically what you’re telling me is that you’ve lost your entire family. Again. For Pete’s sake, Charming, will you just microchip them all and be done with it?”
David narrowed his eyes. “Don’t think I haven’t considered it. “
“Well, as you can see, your elusive kin are not here. Henry was, a while ago, going on about “grandpa bonding”, but he ran off.”
“Grandpa bonding?” David asked, eyes widening like a wounded puppy.
“Don’t panic, he says you’re too young looking to be very…grandpa-like.”
It didn’t seem to help much. “I’m older than I look…”
“Well, I’m far older than I look. Look, he is out there somewhere, longing for a fishing trip, now if you’ll excuse me.”
“What’s this?”
Gold looked up to find David holding up a small trinket Belle had uncovered in his shop in that all-too-brief time when they were together and happy. It was round and spikey, looking somewhat like a black star. Belle had been fascinated by it, and even though he had no clue what it was, he’d left it out on the counter after the…fiasco (he refused to call what happened to Belle an “accident.”) simply because she’d liked it so much and without his cup…he liked to look at it and think of her.
“I honestly don’t know,” he said, slightly miffed that the faux prince was fondling it. “It’s something that Belle found.”
David rolled the shiny black thing around in his hand. “But…what is it?”
“I told you. I don’t know.”
“What does it do?”
Gold sighed in annoyance. “Nothing…that I know of.”
“It can’t just be nothing, not if it’s in your shop.”
“No…I suppose that’s true…”
“Is it a weapon?”
“You’re worse than Henry! I told you! I. Don’t. Know.”
David hushed at last, still turning the pointy-star thing this way and that, as if staring at it would make it suddenly declare on its own its purpose. “What…is it?”
Temper officially lost, Gold stomped his cane on the floor, just barely restraining himself from turning Charming into a daisy. “IT’S A BOWL OF SOUP!”
David’s head snapped up, clearly very insulted, jabbing a finger at him. “NO! YOU’RE A BOWL OF SOUP!”
“NO, *YOUR* A FREAKING BOWL OF SOUP!”
The two men stared at one another for a long, loaded moment, each awaiting the other’s next move.
Finally, it was David who spoke first, quirking one eyebrow. “So, do you want to go outside and see if throwing it makes it do something?”
Gold blinked. “You want to…” he shrugged. “Okay. Let’s go.”David and Gold walked out to the side yard behind the shop. There was a bit of space there, to throw the spikey black ball thing. David wound up his arm, and let it go. It hurled across the grass and landed on the ground.
“That was an excellent demonstration of gravity. ” Gold said after a moment.
David frowned. “I thought it would do something.”
Gold sighed. “Did you expect it to return to your hand like Thor‘s hammer?”
“Probably for the best it didn’t. I’m not sure I want to catch something shaped like a porcupine.” David walked over and picked up the ball again. “Maybe I did not throw it hard enough.” He took a few steps back, then tried again. The black pointy star rose into the sky and disappeared.
“It’s gone. You lost my star! You threw it over the gate and it is lost in the universe!” Gold’s voice rose. “What you have done cannot be undone!”
David shook his head. “No. It won’t end this way.” He looked up in the sky. “Black pointy star, I will find you. I will always find you!”
Gold sighed. “I’m going to go make another bowl of soup while I wait.”
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?” -- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
Charming followed him in like a lost puppy. “Woud you like a bowl of soup , boy?”
“Yes, please,” David panted. It seemed like he wasn’t gonna be rid of him any time soon.
He put another pan on the stove, pouring in another tin of soup. Then he reconsidered. Microwave was faster and less messy. Pouring the lot into three bowls, because it was too much for two, he popped them in.
The microwave made an aweful whirring noise… that seemed to be coming from the front of the shop. He ran to the front just in time to see a blue box land in the middle of it, and a rather curious looking fellow in a brown suit with a bow tie get out.
This was outrageous. Now whole police boxes were barging into his shop. “For Pete’s sake! At least the others have the courtesy to use the front door. And you are?”
“Oh I love what you done with the place. And you are quite the dresser. Have you ever considered a bow tie? I’m the doctor, by the way.” the strange man said, offering his hand.
“Doctor Who?”
“Just the Doctor.”
“We already have a doctor here,” David now piped up. “Doctor Whale… or Frankenstein, as he prefers these days.”
“Charming little town you have here. Didn’t quite show up on the map though I’m afraid… What’s he looking at me like that for? Like a dog with a bone.”
“Oh that? You said his name. ” Rumpel replied.
“I did no such thing.”
“Yes you did, you said Charming. That’s his name.. or at least what his wife calls him.”
“Oh.. Charmed, I’m sure. Say what is up with this place? The TARDIS always gets very nervous with places that don’t exist, not to mention with a Toclafane on the loose.”
“A what? Sounds like a dessert to me.”
“Orby thing? Humanoid? Possibly with spikes. The get spikey when they are cranky. Like when someone wakes them up.”
“Oh, he threw that into the air.” Rumpel said pointing at David.
“He did? You fool, have you any idea what that thing is capable of?” the Doctor said.
“No… what is it capable of?” Rumpel wanted to know. If it was gonna be dangerous, he’d rather know of it now. Maybe he could trap it… and use it at a later date.
“No idea, but I bet finding out will be fun. Now excuse me, and please stay away from the box. She doesn’t like being manhandled. Oh, I smell soup, can I have some?”
“There’s a bowl in the microwave, please help yourself.” Rumpel put his hand to his face. Well, the only thing that spoke in favour of this stranger not being a danger to the inhabitants of Storybrooke was that he was even queerer then the whole lot of them put together.
The Doctor came back from the kitchen, spooning up the soup. “You know you two are not quite human? Charming over here is 99,9% human but has some bits of DNA in the wrong spot. By the way, have we met before? Your face looks familiar… Have you ever worked in the library?”
“Not that I know of.” Charming said. “I worked in the pet store though.
“Than perhaps you will. You however, mister…” he pointed at Rumpel.
“Gold.” Best not tell his real name to this strange stranger.
The Doctor nodded “Ah, very apt name, your blood seems to be full of gold particals. Or something that looks like gold at least. Heart of Gold too, I pressume?”
A typical Rumpel smile washed over his face. “Nope, black as coal, last time I checked.”
“Ah, can’t win them all. I need to go out and look for the Toclafane. Anything around here that would attract a hive mind?”
“Well, we have fairies and dwarves, one as bad as the other. Take your pick.”
“Well, I’m a bit partial to fairies, so lets start there.”
“Out of the door go to your left till you hit the nunnery.”
“What is it with nuns? They always have something to hide.”
“Tell me about it.” Rumpel agreed.
“Oh well. Tally ho!” the Doctor waved goodbye.
“Hey are you just gonna leave that thing here?” Rumpel asked confused.
“Oh yes, she’ll be fine. Very good company, I promise. See you later, darling!” And off he went.(For those of you that know dr Who, the Toclafane are those orby things the Master created final of season 3 Sound of the Drums/ Last of the Timelords… And Josh Dallas is a information pillar in Silence in the Library)
The Doctor crept into the nunnery, his previous experiences of nuns had involved a lot of running. They were surprisingly quick.
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Keeper of FelixJust then he heard a giggle behind him. He looked in the shadows to investigate.
“Oh Dreamy!” the giggle now said.
“It’s Grumpy now, Nova.” a deeper voice replied.
“No it isn’t. It’ll always be Dreamy to me.”
“I love you Nova”
“I love you too, Dreamy.”
The Doctor could vaguely make out their shapes now, practically melting into one as they kissed. How sweet, a lovers’ rendez-vous. it warmed the cockels of his hearts, both of them.
Unfortunately spying on lovers was not what he was here for. He had to find the Tocafl…Flotaca…Dessert before it hurt anyone
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