Happy Bday!!!!!!!!!! Side of the road or speed trap?
As usual in this verse, I’ve decided to make an AU where they did not meet on the side of the road or by Gold getting David to pull Belle over. No, instead, they’re going to meet a new way because why not?
“Carpooling?”
Belle nodded. “The Mayor announced it this morning. All Storybrooke residents who work in the downtown area are being advised to join a new community initiative.” She added a little shrug at Ruby’s aghast face. “It’s for the good of the world. Cut back on carbon emissions, reduce oil intake, save on car repairs…”
She trailed off at Ruby’s expression changed from incredulous to mischevious. “What?”
“You’re only okay with this because you know Mr. Gold Cadillac has to sign up for it too,” Ruby pointed out. She kicked her feet up onto Belle’s desk, ignoring Belle’s grumble of disapproval. “So, tell me, did you sign up right away or…?”
Belle didn’t deign that with a response. She had signed up yesterday upon getting to work, and had already declined three different group requests but Ruby didn’t need to know that.
“He lives at least an exit or two further from me,” Belle reminded them both with a sigh. She nudged the few bites of Granny’s famous lasagna around her plate as she tried to avoid the awful truth of the matter. It was entirely possible he wouldn’t even sign up in the first place…
After all, the new carpool initiative wasn’t mandatory. It was just heavily encouraged along with a few tax breaks on vehicle registrations and the use of the newfangled community HOV lane the Mayor had pushed through almost overnight. Not every citizen would sign up, nor would they need to, but most of Storybrooke seemed to think it was harmless enough, even beneficial to the community in the long run.
“This is a tourist thing, isn’t it?” Ruby muttered as she scrolled through her phone’s newsfeed. “Look, even Boston’s paper picked the story up.”
“Really?” Belle said, craning her neck to see over Ruby’s shoulder. “That’s great!”
“For Regina,” Ruby scoffed. “She’ll run on re-election with this alone- ‘My Carpool Plan Was Mentioned in the Boston Globe, Page 10, buried beneath the obituaries’.”
“Think she’s ordered two hundred copies or just went ahead and bought the actual printing press?”
“She’s probably down in Boston now, handing papers out on the street,” Ruby said with a giggle. “Think they’ll keep her?”
“Unlikely,” Belle admitted. She idly checked her email to see if she had any new messages on the carpool community page and nearly stopped breathing at the fourth post down.
East Storybrooke Victorian Neighborhood. 6:00 AM-5:00 PM. Cadillac. Punctuals Only Need Apply.
Belle hastily clicked on the link, missing whatever Ruby was saying about Regina’s heritage. The page had four or five posters, most of who lived in the Victorian district of East Storybrooke judging by their questions.
One asked if the end of the day time was at all flexible. It was not.
Another asked if they could eat in the car. They could not.
The last person asked how far the original poster would be willing to travel for the carpool, and the answer was as far as exit 112.
That was her exit.
With shaking hands, Belle typed a quick response as Ruby helped herself to leftover garlic bread. She expressed an interest in the hours, explained she drove a Mustang so she would only be able to drive one other comfortably, and asked if there was still room available.
An hour later, she got her answer.
–
“There had better be a good reason for this,” Ruby grumbled over the phone. Her voice was rough with sleep and the sound of something crinkling meant she was still horizontal in bed, the comforters pulled up over her head.
It was barely light outside, Belle’s phone the only light outside her apartment building. She stifled her own yawn with the back of her hand before replying,” Tell me this isn’t stupid,” she begged her friend. “Tell me…I don’t know! Tell me that this is the brave thing.”
“You should have called Ariel if you wanted a pep talk at- Jesus Christ, it’s not even 6 am yet!”
Belle’s eyes grew heavier at the reminder and she had to bite her lip to keep from yawning again. The thermos of tea in her hand, and the two cups in her bag was pleasantly warm despite the early morning chill of fall in New England. Around her, the trees were growing yellow and orange and the smell of bonfires still lingered in the evening air. Her neighborhood was at least ten miles from the shoreline and the downtown sea breeze rarely if ever made it this far to her door.
“He’s an early riser,” Belle said as if that explained everything.
“What business opens before sunrise?” Ruby hissed.
“The docks?” Belle suggested but Ruby grumbled something unintelligible. “What?””
“I said,” Ruby repeated, her voice growing fainter. “He wouldn’t drive a Cadillac if he worked on the docks.”
“Maybe he owns one of the fishing boats?”
“Ariel would have known who he was,” Ruby reminded her. “You already asked her about a middle aged guy in a Cadillac, remember?”
Belle nodded even though her friend was not here to see it. She had asked everyone in Storybrooke about the Gold Cadillac. No one knew any middle aged man with silver hair who drove such a car, nor had she been able to find the car while walking around Storybrooke on her lunch date.
“Do you think it’s really going to be him?” Ruby asked after a pause so long, Belle had almost thought she had fallen back asleep.
“Maybe?” Belle admitted nervously. “I’ve never seen him on the ride in…but he always on the road by 5:05, same as me…”
Mr. Gold Cadillac.
Belle couldn’t really remember when she had first seen him on the road, but she had grown accustomed to him. The way his hair flashed in the sun, or the way he held his steering wheel so casually, ass if the giant vehicle was an extension of himself…but really it was the way he smiled ass if he thought no one was looking. The way he nodded his head to his music….
Belle had lost count of the near misses over the past year and a half of commuting with the man in the gold Cadillac. He had become her own personal reward after a long day at the library, her way of unwinding and it had soon grown into a fascination bordering on obsession.
At the end of the lane, lights turned the corner and the hum of an engine broke the silence of the early morning. Dawn had yet to break through the sky was lightening. On the phone, Ruby made a noise of interest. “That him?”
“I can’t see the car,” Belle whispered as she clutched the phone closer to her ear. “It’s a sedan but-”
The car moved slowly, the color lost in the shadows of the street. Belle’s fingers were numb and Ruby’s was muttering something, but she couldn’t hear it over the hum of the engine. Let it be him, Belle prayed to whoever was listening Let it be him.
And when the car stopped at the curb just feet from her feet, she saw the flash of pale gold before the passenger window slow rolled down to reveal Mr. Gold Cadillac in all his glory.
–
The silence stretched into actual mass. It hung heavy in the air between them, consuming the oxygen until Belle felt faint.
“Is it too hot?” Mr. Gold asked politely, his hand already reaching for the knob on the dashboard. Belle shook her head a bit, and his fingers fell easily back onto the gear shift. Her throat burned with a million things to say, her teeth buried in her lip as she tried to resist the urge to ask him everything and anything about himself and her lips so eager to curl into an ecstatic smile at her own good luck she almost forgot it wasn’t even light outside yet.
He had introduced himself as Mr. Gold, and so caught up in her own private joke that Mr. Gold Cadillac was actually Mr. Gold, Belle had giggled. GIGGLED. He had looked so surprised, she had wanted to fling herself from the moving car. It wasn’t until they had gotten to the interstate that Belle had remembered to introduce herself.
“Oh!” she yelped and he cut his eyes over to her without taking his gaze off the road. “I’m such a- I didn’t introduce myself. I’m Belle. Belle French.”
His lips curled into a small smile. “Nice to meet you, Ms. French,” he said smoothly. Belle swallowed and nervously held up the thermos. “Tea?”
An eyebrow quirked in interest. “You brought tea?”
“And cups,” Belle said as she fished them out of the bag. “Do you like tea? I thought about making coffee but I just despise black coffee and you mentioned you didn’t like food in the car so I didn’t want to bring a jug of milk or sugar packets-”
“I prefer tea actually,” he said and he turned his head ever so slightly to toss her a warm smile. “It wouldn’t be any chance be Breakfast tea?”
“Earl Gray,” Belle said with a smile. “Be glad it wasn’t Lipton. Sprat’s Market was nearly out of everything else.”
“God forbid,” he said under his breath as he signaled on to the highway. Belle poured his cup, handing it over to him carefully as he effortlessly merged into the HOV lane. It was unnecessary, few if any other cars were on the road, but he relaxed as his fingers wrapped around the cup. “Fancy,” he added as he glanced down at the teacup.
Belle flushed. “I didn’t have anything else,” she admitted with a nervous laugh. “I thought as long as we were careful…”
“It was very thoughtful,” he said. Belle poured her own, the liquid still warm but not scalding as she held the cup between her hands. Mr. Gold used one hand to hold the wheel steady as he sipped his and Belle was rewarded with his eyes fluttering slightly in pleasure. “Perfect,” he said just as the dawn light rose behind them and caught the silver in his hair.
“It sure is,” Belle admitted as she gazed over at him. “It sure is.”
–
The day went by as slow as molasses.
Belle spent the whole day staring at the clock. By the time the latchkey kids left for the afternoon, it wasn’t even four thirty and Belle’s foot was jiggling impatiently as she sat at her desk watching the clock hands spin.
The Storybrooke Library closed at 4:00. Belle usually spent her time cleaning, organizing or doing some billing but she had nothing on her mind but the drive home. So, she was both thrilled and surprised when at 4:45, a familiar gold Cadillac pulled up outside the library and idled in the loading zone.
Belle grabbed her purse and the thermos, had a chance to check her hair before she strode outside as if this had been the plan all along. She must have surprised him because when she opened the passenger door, he was in the process of moving a cane into the backseat. His eyes widened when he saw her standing there in the sunlight, his gaze dropping guilty to the device in his hands but before either of them could say anything, Belle’s body rebelled and let out the largest yawn she had ever yawned in her entire life.
Both of them were frozen now. Belle with her hand clapped to her mouth and Gold with his cane in his hands as if caught red-handed. For a moment, neither of them said a word.
“Hey!” came a voice from nearby. “Loading and unloading only!”
Sheriff Nolan waved from his patrol car, parked right behind the loading zone. He had a large grin on his face and seemed to be enjoying this immensely for some reason. Mr. Gold recovered first, flinging the cane behind him before gesturing for her to take a seat. Belle folded herself into the car, and with one last glance at his rearview mirror, Gold pulled out into the traffic.
“A friend of yours?” Belle guessed by the way sheepish way Gold was holding his shoulders.
“We know each other,” he admitted. “I wouldn’t say friends…”
“You must not have a lot of friends,” Belle said before she could stop herself. He cut his eyes over to her and she hurriedly added,” I just meant…you know…”
He nodded. “I’m not…the easiest person to get along with,” he admitted with another of his self conscious grins.
“I haven’t noticed,” Belle said as another yawn threatened to crack her jaw. Some jazz played softly on the radio as the heat from the vents swirled into the car around them, creating a cozy cocoon and only increasing the heaviness of her eyes. “I didn’t ask, what is it you do, Mr. Gold?”
“I own the pawn shop off Main,” he said with a shrug.
Belle nodded. “Explains the early hours,” she said as she stretched her legs out. Her skirt, always shorter when she sat down, rode up a bit and she tugged it down self consciously. When she looked back up, he hastily averted his own gaze from her lap, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.
“I…have a confession,” he admitted ass Belle stared at his profile, trying to figure out what had just happened.
“Oh?”
Was it getting hotter in here? It was definitely too warm in here…
“The shop doesn’t open until 10 am.”
Belle shook her head. “But-”
“I didn’t really expect anyone to… I thought…”
Belle stared at him in growing understanding. “You were trying to get the tax break without having to actually join a carpool!” she said in shocked indignation.
He winced. “Not exactly-”
“And I was stupid enough to- Oh my god!” Belle exclaimed as she clapped her hand to her forehead. “I made you tea!”
“It was very good tea,” he added hastily. “I know it sounds ridiculous but-”
“Of course I was the only one stupid enough not to realize-”
“Belle.”
At the use of her first name, Belle stilled long enough to give him a chance to speak. “Belle,” he repeated, clearing his throat slightly. “I wasn’t…I’m not trying to cheat the system. I was…I was …Christ, this is going to make me sound like a crazy person but I was trying to meet you.”
He kept talking. Belle could hear him, but her brain wasn’t processing it. It just sounded like white noise in the background of her own thoughts, the majority of which were not so much intelligent dialogue but a high pitched noise of utter and complete disbelief.
“You wanted to meet me?” Belle said, cutting of whatever he was saying about stalkers.
He swallowed. “Yes.”
“I agreed to wake up at four in the morning to catch a ride with you at 6 am because I wanted to meet you!” Belle breathed, a too large smile stretching across her face. “I’ve wanted to meet the guy who drove the gold Cadillac for the last year and all this time- you wanted to meet met too?”
Her exit was coming up, but he didn’t seem to see it. “You-you what?”
Belle laughed, a loud, loose laugh that tore free from her nervous excitement, her embarrassment, her exhaustion and her relief. “Oh, remind me to buy Mayor Mills flowers!” Belle exclaimed as she leaned her head back against his headrest.
Gold had not quite caught up yet. “You’re saying…”
Belle twisted her head around to smile at him. “I’m saying, I only agreed to your absurd ridesharing rules because I was hoping the punctuals only Cadillac was you.”
He didn’t blush but his head ducked a bit. “I knew you lived off exit 112-” His eyes widened. “Shit!” he swore. “I missed it!”
Belle shrugged. “It’s okay,” she assured him. “Want to grab dinner?”
“I can turn around up here-dinner?”
Belle sighed and reached over to cover his hand where it rested on the gear shift. “I know a great Italian place,” she said as he gently turned his hand to curl his fingers around her’s. He stared down at their clasped hands for a moment, only remember he was driving when someone honked behind them.
“Is this actually happening?” he said after another long beat. “I’m not dreaming right now, am I?”
Belle shrugged, a mischievous smile on her lips. “If we are, let’s not wake up.”
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