#bellechipped

It’s been a long time since he’s had to come up with an alias. He hasn’t been to the Land Without Magic since it became the LWM who knows how long ago. It was part of the reason that Merlin was in the library a book in his hands. Names, even here they were the most powerful of things. He glanced up as the librarian entered.

bellechipped

Usually when the shop was filled with this much noise, it was when it had been bombarded with angry Charmings. Or Charmings & Company. But that noise was never gleeful, nor the presence warm and gentle. 

Though ‘gentle’ probably wasn’t the most fitting word for the moment -- his twin sons were darting around the front room of the shop with all the velocity of hummingbirds in a blooming field. Gold watched them from the counter, hands lingering on the file he’d opened, his expression of paternal watchfulness. And a smirk. He had been quite different as a child. The zipping energy must have come from their mother. 

...who hadn’t texted or called for more than thirty-five minutes, now. Perhaps his love had taken advantage of her time free from their little monsters to catch a much needed, well deserved nap. 

Gold was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the sound of something small and heavy hitting wood. He looked up, eyes falling upon a sheepishly and guiltily grinning toddler. Indeed, the mischief in those eyes was very much like his mother’s. 

Who is this…?

Another werewolf in Storybrooke. No, not a werewolf - worse. A lycan. Though Ruby had never encountered one herself - hell, up until that very moment, she had wondered if they were even real - she knew this creature was no were. The full moon wasn’t present in the sky, not due for another few weeks, and yet this animal was in its wolf form, snarling at her and gnashing its teeth, prepared for a fight. In spite of her own wolf and the abilities she possessed because of her curse, she was no match for the gigantic shapeshifter. Without even batting a lash, its grossly oversized paw swiped across her torso, leaving four slashes against her side, each one nearly two inches apart. Gripping the wound as the warm, crimson fluid spilled over her fingers, she backed up against the nearest tree, prepared to fight tooth and nail for her life. Before the animal could make its next move, a voice broke the sickly silence in the air. Both Ruby and the creature’s heads snapped toward the sound, anger filling the lycan’s, fear in Ruby’s. “Belle, no!” she pleaded, forcing herself to her feet in an attempt to get between the girl and the beast.

chippedbravery​ cont from here (x)

Well it certainly wasn’t the type of work he was used to. Adrian Rumplestilskin Gold flew solo and that was the way he worked best and just the way he liked it. You could only imagine the look of horror on his face when he was assigned a partner by his superior, even worse she was a newbie. Mr. Gold did not get along with the new agents for one specific reason, he was not a team player. Working alone was what he did and damn, he was good at it. 

Of course he tried to object the forced partnership but he was denied. Two people were required for the job. The mission was simple investigate the murder of one Graham Hubert a local lawyer who was knee deep in the secrets of society. 

Adrian and Belle would be posing as Dorian and Janice Chandler, happily married couple of five years, looking for a fresh start and a new beginning. It was simple really play the part and make it believable. In the mean time they were to investigate clues behind the scenes leading to the murder of poor old Graham.

The neighbourhood they were located too wasn’t too fancy, but it was lavish, at least their house was. A giant pink victorian mansion was where they took up residence, all paid by the agency of course. Adrian posed as a lawyer as well and worked at the same firm that Graham worked for. Belle of course worked at the library, a great place to do research. 

They had been their barely a day and Belle had already gone to welcome the new neighbours. Adrian opted to stay behind and read a case file and do some work. He was halfway through typing up a document when he herd Belle calling out.

“In the kitchen” he called out to her, not taking his eyes off the screen as she entered. He continued to type as she rambled on about the conversation with the people next door. 

He lifted his eyes to look at her when she had finished her speech. Such an amateur, talking about the mission where just about anyone could hear. 

“Umm you know dear, if you want to talk about private things perhaps we should go downstairs to the bunker. Wouldn’t want anyone over hearing anything” he emphasized the word to see if she got the hint.