Guess What? Iâm Not a Robot Epilogue
Summary: Android Allies protest in Washington
Chapter Warnings: Some casual swearing, implied anxiety
Word Count: 1,211
Thereâs a long A/N at the end, but it has some important information, so please read it.
11AM Monday 22nd November 2038
âThis is insane,â Megan looked at the crowd of people. Alex had put the protest on social media, and it had exploded.
Thousands of people were crammed into a few wide streets in Washington. Most were bearing signs, either cardboard or electric. Some had banners and others even had megaphones.
The crowd was mostly human, but androids who had managed to avoid the massacre were in the crowd. Hats covering their LEDs just in case, but Paul pointed them out with ease.
The three main chapters of Android Allies were here, with the leaders all where Megan was standing. That included everyone in the Detroit Chapter, Lucasâs sister and her group, and Meganâs brother James.
Hank Anderson was also there, although no one could explain why. Not even him, but here he was, grumbling like an old man.
Alex grinned broadly as Megan spoke. âYouâre not kidding!â was it her, or was their smile strained? âWeâll easily counter the anti android protest!â
âWeâll certainly be able to drown them out,â Megan agreed, looking around again. The march hadnât started yet, so the leaders were standing on some steps to get a feel for who was there. In the distance it looked like someone had brought a freaking marching band!
Someone clapped her hard on the back and she stumbled for a second. She wasnât worried though, only one person announced themselves like that.
âJames! I am not one of your football buddies!â Megan protested loudly. She was still wearing the sling, and she hoped that her brother had spotted that.
âI know youâre tougher than you look,â she could hear the smug grin in his voice. They had the same colour hair, but that was where all similarities ended; while she was short and skinny, he was tall and broad. However, he wasnât as large as Oscar. Megan suspected they played different positions in football, but what those positions were she had no idea.
âYes, but I still have a hole in my shoulder,â she reminded him. âAnd Iâd like to keep the stitches as they are.â
âIâm guessing you havenât told mom and dad about that?â
âNo, and you wonât either.â
âGotcha.â
âWhy wonât you be telling your parents?â Paul asked, having watched the exchange between the two blood siblings.
âBecause theyâll fuss and demand I come home, again,â Megan sighed. âIâll probably have to go home for Christmas, and make sure I book a flight back so that they canât keep me at home.â
âThey would do that?â
âOh, theyâd try,â Megan assured.
âYou can come for Christmas with me and my folks,â Alex offered, overhearing.
âThatâs, a lovely offer, thank you,â Megan was uncomfortable now, looking at her shuffling feet.
âItâs cool, my parents always cook loads anyway,â Alex easily shrugged it off. They then checked their watch. âWeâll have to put Christmas plans aside. Itâs time to get going!â
They grabbed a megaphone from next to them and brought it to their lips. There was a loud squeal of feedback which managed to catch everyoneâs attention.
âAlright people! Weâre about to move out!â Alex announced. âI will be at the front with the rest of the Detroit chapter, all of whom you should know by now. Hopefully enough of you have the route to hand in case anyone gets lost. And remember! Weâre here to protest peacefully! If the other protest starts something, that does not mean we can retaliate in kind! Leave the confrontation to Nathan and the marching band!â
There was some laughing at that, but that was the actual plan.
âWho the fuck hired a marching band?â Hank asked, more to himself.
âI did,â responded Nathan, like it was obvious.
âOf course.â
âFinally, weâre all friends here! Thereâs enough water and snacks to hopefully keep everyone going. If someoneâs struggling, stop and help! Weâre here to show the best of humanity and that we can live with androids. Most importantly, have fun!â
There was a cheer as Alex put down the megaphone. On their face was an odd expression. Nervousness.
Julia was quick to put a hand on their shoulder as the rest of the chapters took their place in the crowd. âYouâll be great,â she reassured, and Alex nodded.
âThanks Jules,â they swallowed. âI never, seriously thought, that it would get this big.â
âThis is your baby,â Megan added with a lopsided shrug. âBe proud of it,â
Alex nodded again. âI am. Letâs take our places.â
The Detroit chapter made their way to the front of the crowd. Without having to say anything Paul put Megan on his shoulders. Megan could almost hear James huffing in annoyance, but too bad, James had never done it when he had the chance.
She held a sign in one hand, with Paul holding the massive banner in front of them along with the rest of the Detroit chapter. On it the name âAndroid Alliesâ was emblazoned in blue with Markusâs stick figure/peace sign, the CyberLife triangle and the initials âAAâ in various colours on the white background.
Alex stood in front of all them, holding a megaphone. Usually Allison or Ivy would be standing with them, but they all recognised this as their brainchild. They deserved the credit for this.
âWhat do we want?!â they bellowed into a megaphone, and the crowd chanted back.
âAndroid rights!â
âWhen do we want it?!â
âNow!â
The crowd, several thousand strong, began to march through Washington. Alex kept up their chant, while at the back different chants were popping up.
âAndroids Are Alive!â
âEqual right for androids!â
âThe tin man has his heart!â
That one threw Megan off, but it made some sense. The tin man went with Dorothy looking for a heart, but it turned out that he had it the entire time. Oddly fitting.
Paul never faltered in his pace as he walked. Even when James forced himself to the front to offer to give him a break.
âIâm fine James,â he assured. âPerhaps we should talk later, over a coffee or something?â
âCan you drink?â
âNo, but the offer still stands.â
James looked at him oddly for a second before nodding. âSure, okay. Iâd like that.â
âIâll leave you two to your budding bromance then,â Megan smirked. âFinally, Alex will have another ship!â
âIâve just met him!â James protested.
âIâm messing with you!â Megan laughed. âBut seriously, Iâll leave you two to talk it out. Iâll probably hang around Alex or something. Weâre in DC for a few days after all.â
âSure, whatever,â James huffed before chanting again.
Megan looked around at the crowd, and felt a surge of pride. She had contributed to this. She had helped make this happen. Now, there was a partnership with Markus, the government was starting to listen, people were starting to change.
It wasnât over, and of course this wasnât solely down to them. Most of this was down to Markus and his revolution. But one week wonât change a country, wonât change laws. Markus had laid the groundwork, Android Allies had been on the sidelines, helping with the public opinion and both efforts had lead to this.
This wasnât over, but it was another step in the right direction. They intended to keep walking.
Yeah, this is it. The epilogue. This has been a wild ride from start to finish, in a genre I never really tried before. I tried a few new things with this, the slice of life opening, the flowchart things at the end and the connection between Paul and Megan.
I deliberately did it like that, and it was surprisingly easy. I did have to watch myself a couple of times to stop it going romantic, but overall, not as hard as I thought it would be. I just had to think of fluff for them.
In the chapter itself. I understand why it might seem a little out of left field that Alex has the glory moment at the end, but Android Allies is their brain child. It always was, Megan and Paul just got caught up in it, and yeah had the most to lose or gain, but this is still Alex's group, their idea, their baby. We also finally meet James, I know his mental health side story never really went anywhere, it was more to showcase that any can suffer from mental illness, especially the people we least expect.
A few reasons why I wrote this story. One, was because of some complainants I saw on tumblr about the main game, primarly, where are the human pro android supporters. The game says they exist, but we never see them. Here we go, I made some!I also did this, a little out of spite. I am incredibly sick of seeing stories, original and fanfic, where there's two leads of different genders and they end up in a romantic relationship. I hate it, despise it. It's not necessary and it pops up all the damn time, heck I'm guilty of it! So, I wrote Megan and Paul, and made them deliberately adorable just to piss off anyone who thinks that they'd make a good romantic couple. Which, actually, even if Megan wasn't Ace/Aro they wouldn't be a good romantic couple, I don't that would be healthy.
I'm not quite done with this yet. I've got a list of the alternative endings and how to get them almost ready, with some 'post credit scenes' for them. There is also a completely different ending. You know how in the main game you can have Deviant/Machine, Pacifist/Revolution and Canada/Camp. Well, there is an alternate ending for this as well, where Paul gets arrested and sent to one of these Recycling Camps.It's not finished. Not yet, and given that I'm on holiday right now and will be for another three weeks, I can't guarantee when it will be up. I'll get the alternate endings list up some time next week, but other than that I make no promises.I think that's all I had, and no flowchart this time. It's the ending cutscene, there is nothing left to influence.
Tags: @nightmarejim @septicart-appreciation thank you both for sticking with this. To your, and everyone else reading, thank you for sticking with this.
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Back in Business - Chapter 2/3
Part 2 of my RCIJ gift for @winterswanderlust
Rating: whole fic E, this chapter T
Word count: whole fic 20,067, this chapter 7,763
[Chapter 1]
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The storm had passed by the time the next morning dawned, but the skies were still grey and dull, and the air had grown colder. Snow was coming, according to the too-cheerful weatherman on the local news, and Belle shuddered as she ate toast and peanut butter. She felt good, though. There was a spring in her step and a flutter of excitement in her belly at the thought of getting one step closer to opening her very own library. Assuming the Mayor would agree, of course, but now that she had Mr Goldâs permission to use the building, she hoped that would be forthcoming.
Ms Gale looked surprised when Belle told her the news, but smiled warmly.
âI canât believe he agreed,â she said. âYouâre not the first to try, but youâre certainly the first to succeed. Did you like - agree to give him your first born, or something?â
âNothing that drastic,â said Belle, with a grin. âHe definitely wasnât keen on the idea, but I managed to talk him around. Maybe I played on his sense of community spirit.â
âIf he has one, thatâs the first Iâve heard of it,â said Ms Gale dryly. âStill, I guess the âwhyâ isnât important. Iâll get this before Mayor Mills today. If weâre lucky, she could make an initial decision without waiting for the Council meeting. Itâs not a huge expense, after all.â
âI - did want to get some funds to buy more books, though,â said Belle, and Ms Gale nodded.
âYeah, that part might have to wait until the Council meeting, but at least if you get her agreement you can start getting the place ready, right?â
Belle beamed at her, feeling confident.
âRight.â
Belle had to wait most of the day to hear the Mayorâs decision, and the waiting was torture. She helped her father in the shop to take her mind off things, setting up the racks of aluminium shelving he had bought, making up bunches of bright flowers for sale, and watering and feeding the plants that he was growing. It was after four when Ms Gale called to tell her that her proposal had been approved and that she would hold the position of librarian, starting the following Monday. After thanking her politely, putting down the phone and letting out the squeal of excitement she had been desperately holding in, Belle bounced on her toes, glancing around and snatching up her bag before bolting out to head over to Mr Goldâs shop to give him the news.
She entered the pawn shop at a rush, the little bell tinkling above her as she stepped inside. Mr Gold was standing behind the counter, hands poised on the tips of his fingers, as though he had been waiting for her. His suit jacket was off, and she noticed that gold sleeve garters had pushed up the sleeves of his blue silk shirt. A gold chain hung from one of the buttons of his waistcoat and looped down before disappearing into the pocket, and she suspected that it was attached to a watch. Because of course it would be. For a brief moment she entertained the fantasy that he was a time-traveller, a man from the nineteen-hundreds, trapped in the present day and trying to preserve of much of his old existence as he could. The thought made her want to giggle. He had a tiny smile on his face, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
âMiss French,â he said pleasantly. âFrom the absurdly cheerful look on your face I take it the Mayor has agreed to your proposal?â
âYes!â said Belle, a little breathlessly. âAt least - sheâs agreed to pay my salary. I havenât had a decision on whether sheâll give me any funds to restock yet.â
âIn that case, it seems congratulations are in order.â He reached to the side, opening up a drawer and holding out a key with a round tag. âHere. I believe this belongs to you.â
She stepped forward, holding out her hand, and he placed the key in her palm. She turned the tab over with her thumb. Library was written on it in a thin, slanting script. A wide grin spread across her face, and she met his eyes.
âThank you,â she said sincerely.
âThe pleasure was all mine."
He was watching her intently, and she could feel herself blushing. She wondered whether he found her as attractive as she found him. Perhaps he had thought about her when he lay in bed the previous night, wondering how it would feel to kiss her, to touch her. To pull her by the hand into that back room and lay her down on the bench, andâ
âWas there something else, Miss French?â
His voice made her jump, pulling her out of her brief daydream, and her blush deepened.
âOh!  Oh, yesâŚâ She reached into her bag for the shawl he had lent her, holding it out to him. âThank you for this.â
âAh. And I have your coat.â
He turned and pushed the curtain aside, emerging moments later with her coat in his hand, now dry. Belle took it from him with a nod, and he folded his hands over the cane, flicking back his hair.
âWill you be exploring your new dominion, then?â he asked.
âIâll be cleaning it,â she said, a little ruefully. âLot of dust on everything.â
âI could always get one of my teams in to do that, you know.â
âYou have - teams?â she said neutrally.
âI have people I employ to take care of the more unpleasant aspects of my businesses, yes.â
His voice was soft, almost a caress, but the way he phrased the sentence made him sound as though he ran an organised crime network, and for the first time Belle understood why the rest of the townsfolk seemed leery of him. There was an air of menace about him, steel beneath the silk. She wasnât afraid, and she didnât feel that he meant her any ill will, but she could still sense it. A darkness swirling within the seething intensity that he seemed to keep a tight grip on. Passion and rage, buried deep and almost forgotten until he let it burst forth. She wondered how spectacular it was when he lost his temper, and decided that she probably didnât want to find out.
âThat - that wonât be necessary, thank you,â she said. âIâd quite like to go through everything. Itâll feel more like my place then, you know?â
âAs you wish.â
âIt can wait until tomorrow,â she added. âIâll look over the apartment as well, see what needs doing.â
âLet me know if thereâs anything that requires the services of a tradesman,â he said. âI keep the place as well-maintained as I can, but I daresay they may be some small repairs to be made that Iâve overlooked. I can get someone out to fix them straight away.â
âAnother one of your âteamâ?â she asked, amused.
Mr Gold showed his teeth.
âPrecisely.â
âCan I paint the walls?â she asked suddenly, and he inclined his head.
âOf course.â
âGreat.â She clutched the key in her hand. âWell, in that case, I guess Iâll get out of your hair. Thank you.â
âYouâre very welcome,â he said. âI look forward to seeing what you do with the place.â
Belle grinned, but shifted from foot to foot, feeling a little awkward.
âYou want to ask me a question,â he said, and she nodded.
âYou - you didnât want to open it, did you?â she said.
Mr Gold eyed her steadily.
âNo.â
âMs Gale at the Town Hall told me that you turned down like six offers, or something.â
âSeventeen in total,â he said, âalthough I suspect most of them were before her time.â
âSoâŚâ Belle floundered a little. âSo - I guess Iâm wondering why you decided to say yes to me.â
He hesitated for a moment, and shrugged.
âBecause you reminded me that the world turns and time moves on, and that perhaps it was time to move with it,â he said. âThat perhaps it doesnât help to hold onto the past.â
âRight.â Â She didnât understand what he meant, but she supposed it didnât matter. âWell - I guess Iâll see you around.â
He smiled, a brief twist of his mouth.
âGood day, Miss French.â
She started early the next morning. Her father had gone to the shop, and she spent a little time collecting together a plastic bucket, all the cleaning materials she thought sheâd need and a thick roll of garbage bags. The weather had grown colder, flecks of snow just starting to fall, and she shivered as she locked the house, hurrying into town as quickly as she could.
When she reached the library she dug into her pocket for the key that Mr Gold had given her and unlocked the doors. They opened with a faint squeak, and she pushed them wide, feeling a surge of pride as she entered the library: her library. She set down her bucket of cleaning materials and flicked on the lights, a broad smile spreading across her face as she watched the light gleam faintly on the dust-strewn wooden floor and cast shadows amongst the stacks of books. Her eyes turned towards the circulation desk, and she blinked. On top of the desk sat a large bunch of sunflowers, yellow bursts of colour bright against the dark wood, the blooms wrapped in purple paper and tied with gold ribbon. Belle stepped forward, reaching for the bundle of flowers, fingers stroking the velvet petals. She looked in vain for a card, but had a suspicion where the sunflowers had come from. There was only one other person who had a key to the library, after all. And who knew about her favourite flowers.
She didnât have a vase, and so she had to make do with a beer glass from the caretakerâs apartment, filled with water. The apartment was small, but looked as though it could be comfortable once it was thoroughly cleaned and the furniture replaced with something new. Not that she was thinking of leaving her fatherâs place that day, but it made sense to plan ahead. She wanted her independence, after all, and she suspected that rental prices in Storybrooke were somewhat lower than in Melbourne, where she had had no choice but to stay with her father. It had made dating almost impossible. Not that she was thinking about that either, of course. Not much, anyway.
She wrapped the glass with the purple paper, tying it securely with the gold ribbon, and placed the bunch of sunflowers back on the desk, smiling at their cheerful colours. Time to clean the place up.
By the end of the day she was exhausted, aching from head to toe and covered in grime, but the library and apartment were free from dust and empty of anything that was outdated, broken or too dirty to clean. Belle had seen more spiders than she was comfortable with, but they had scuttled out of her way through cracks in the floorboards and under the skirting, and as far as she was concerned they could stay there. Closing the last empty drawer of the circulation desk, she ran a tired hand over her face, grimacing as it came away smeared with dark grey. She badly needed to shower. She skirted the desk, taking a pile of books that she had already marked for removal and stacking them in a cardboard box. Turning, she caught a glimpse of the bunch of sunflowers out of the corner of her eye. She should thank Mr Gold for sending them. Just as soon as she was clean and looking less like a dust-covered goblin, anyway.
âThe place is looking brighter by your presence already.â
His voice, unexpected in the silence, made her jump with a squeak of surprise, and she turned around, heart thumping, to see him standing just inside the door, leaning on his cane.
âDonât you knock?â she said, aggrieved, and Mr Gold looked around himself, as though her question confused him.
âThis is a public space now, is it not?â
âI - yes, of course,â said Belle, feeling awkward. âSorry, I just - you startled me.â
She was well aware that she was dirty, covered in dust and cobwebs and sticky with sweat, and he was immaculate in his suit. His shirt was deep pink today, and it suited him, the colour warming his skin. He took a step forward.
âI just thought Iâd see how you were getting along,â he said. âI see youâve removed most of the things from the apartment. I can have someone collect and dispose of them.â
âOh, would you?â She felt herself almost sag in relief. âThank you! I wasnât sure what I was going to do with it all.â
âNo matter.â He tilted his head to the side. âAre you thinking of living there? I could procure some furniture for you, if so.â
âYeah, now Iâve looked at the place, I think Iâd like to,â she said. âI love my dad, donât get me wrong, but I really need my own place.â
âOneâs privacy is something to be treasured,â he agreed.
âWhat about you?â she asked. âDo you live alone?â
âWith only my own thoughts for company,â he confirmed, with the ghost of a smile. âNot always the most pleasant of roommates.â
âI get that,â she said quietly. âMaybe you should get a cat, or something.â
Mr Gold grinned at that, and took a step towards the stacks, running his eyes over them.
âYouâve removed some of the books, I see.â
âOnly the ones that were too damaged, or reference books too out of date,â she said. âI want this to be a useful resource, after all, and it canât be if people are reading the wrong information.â
âVery true,â he said. âIâd hate to have to chastise you over inaccurate reference texts, after all.â
Her brain took the not unwelcome mental image of what form such chastisement could take, filing it away for later use, and she raised her chin before she could start blushing.
âIâm guessing youâd be all over my history section, am I right?â she asked dryly.
âWell, itâs important to learn from the past,â he said. âI - may have a few books to donate, if youâll have them.â
âAlready learned everything you need from them?â she teased, and he met her eyes.
âI donât make the same mistake twice,â he said quietly, and she felt her heart thump again, a heavy throb in her chest. She smiled, and took a step towards him.
âDo you want a library card, Mr Gold?â
He ran a long finger across the spines of the books on the shelf in front of him, and glanced around at her.
âPerhaps,â he said. âHave you decided on how youâll fill the spaces left?â
âAlmost,â she admitted. âI made a list of genres and titles off the top of my head, but Iâm sure there are more I could think of. I guess it all depends on whether the Mayor will give me a budget for new stock and a computer system to keep the records on.â
âAnd if she doesnât?â
Belle shrugged.
âThen Iâll be thinking up fundraising ideas.â
âSuch as?â
âI donât know,â she said, a little awkwardly. âMaybe a bake sale or something.â
Mr Gold looked as though he was amused, but trying not to show it.
âCan you bake?â
âKind of...â she said uncomfortably, and his grin widened.
âSounds delicious.â
Belle sent him a very level look, and he bit his lip, glancing away before turning back.
âMay I see the list?â
âOh.â She ran a hand through her hair, grimacing as she felt how much dust was in there. âItâs on my laptop.â
âWould you email it to me?â he asked.
"You have email?" she said sceptically, and he showed his teeth.
"Is that so surprising?"
"Actually, yeah."
"I have email," he said, looking deeply amused. "A telephone, a computer. Even, dare I say it, a television."
"A thoroughly modern man."
"I didn't say I watched the thing."
She bit her lip, trying not to laugh.
"Why do you want to see the list?"
âIâm interested in the changes you plan on making here," he said, with a lazy wave of his hand.
Belle put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow.
âI hope you donât plan on censoring any of my choices.â
He grinned again, eyes glinting wickedly.
âNow, why on earth would I do that?â he asked softly.
âI donât knowâŚâ She folded her arms. âSometimes people can be - too close-minded in their outlook, I guess.â
âWell, thatâs certainly true,â he agreed. âThough itâs not a description Iâve ever had applied to me. Iâm personally hoping that you choose to expand the minds of the town. In every area.â
He was still grinning, and she got the feeling he was being suggestive. It wasnât helping her burgeoning crush on the man in the slightest.
âIncreasing oneâs knowledge is an important thing,â he added. âNot just history, or art, or science. Books are a way to explore the world without leaving home, donât you think?â
âYes!â she said eagerly. âYes, thatâs it exactly!â
Mr Gold walked slowly amongst the stacks, running his eyes over their contents, his fingertip slipping over the curved spines in a series of soft thumps.
âI remember spending hours in the library back home as a child,â he mused. âSometimes it was the only place you could keep warm in the depths of winter. I read a great deal. Things I probably shouldnât have, at times. Tales of far-off lands and bloody battles. Forbidden desires. Love. Lust. Sacrifice.â
âI think maybe we read the same books,â she remarked, and he glanced over at her, his eyes gleaming.
âPerhaps we did.â
âSo whatâs your favourite thing to read, Mr Gold?â she asked, and a smile flickered to life, sparks lighting up his eyes before dying.
âHappy endings,â he said quietly, and she smiled, wishing that he didnât look so sad.
âMe too.â
âThe list, then,â he said, his voice suddenly brisk, and reached into his pocket, drawing out a card and holding it out to her between the first two fingers of his hand. âYouâll find my email address there. And my number, should you need it.â
âThank you.â Belle slipped it into her pocket, and hesitated. âAnd - and thank you for the flowers.â
His eyes flicked towards the desk.
âI thought theyâd brighten the place up.â
âWell, they certainly do that,â she said. âI donât know where you managed to find sunflowers in November. Not at my dadâs shop, thatâs for sure.â
âYou said they were your favourite,â he said, as though that explained things.
âYeah.â She glanced behind her, where the flowers sat: bright, warm yellow petals and deep brown centres. âWell, theyâre beautiful.â
âYes.â His hands shifted on his cane. âA ray of sunshine, to chase away winterâs chill.â
Belle smiled.
âI think you have the soul of a poet when it comes to books and flowers, Mr Gold,â she teased.
He smirked.
âMust be why Iâm such an utter bastard in every other area of my life.â
Belle giggled, and his grin widened.
âGood day to you, Miss French,â he said. âI look forward to seeing what you intend to grace the shelves of the library with.â
He inclined his head, turning away and heading for the door with a click of his cane against the wooden floor.
âThen you should come to the grand opening,â she called, and he turned slowly back, shoes squeaking faintly on the floor.
âIâm sorry?â
âIâm planning a big opening party,â she explained. âInteractive activities, dramatic readings, childrenâs games. Thereâll be food. Maybe even some wine and cheese.â
âA social occasion?â he asked, in a very neutral tone. âSandwiches and small talk?â
âYou make it sound terrifying,â she said dryly.
âI very rarely socialise, Miss French.â
âWell, let this be one of the occasions, then.â
That tiny smile returned, lifting the corners of his mouth.
âI donât think so,â he said. âBut itâs kind of you to ask.â
âWell, Iâm still going to send you an invitation,â she said archly, bouncing on her toes. âAnd if you donât come, just imagine what the rest of the town will be saying about you behind your back.â
The smile became a grin.
âOh, I donât have to imagine that,â he said. âBut perhaps Iâll consider attending. After I see the list of books.â
âItâs a date,â said Belle, and clapped a hand to her mouth, her eyes widening. âI mean - a deal! Itâs a deal!â
His teeth were very white, his eyes glinting with amusement, and she could feel herself blushing again.
âThe deal is struck.â
Belle spent the next day finishing the last few bits of cleaning and overseeing the clearing out of the old furniture and books. The men that Mr Gold sent were all short, stocky, and unfailingly polite, and she had little to do except hold open doors and tell them what was to be taken. The library looked different in the light of day, clean and with none of the clutter of its twenty years of closure. She had emailed Mr Gold the list of books she wanted to purchase, and he had replied to say that he had ordered some furniture for the apartment, and that if she wished to rent it, she would need to sign a tenancy agreement. She emailed him back to agree, thumb flickering over the screen of her phone as she walked to the diner. It was after six, and already dark, but Ruby had sent her a text inviting her to Grannyâs for a couple of drinks with the plan of moving on to a bar, and after two days of hard physical work she was ready to let her hair down a little.
The rain was falling, a thin drizzle soaking her face as she crossed the street, and she ducked into the diner with relief, smiling as she spotted Ruby waving to her from one of the booths. Ruby was beaming, lips painted bright red to match the streaks in her hair, a tight red shirt above leather pants. Seated beside her was Ms Gale, in a blue and brown plaid shirt above dark jeans and heeled boots, one hand resting casually on Rubyâs thigh. A bag of chips sat open on the table in front of them, their glasses empty, and Belle slid into the seat opposite.
âOh good, you came!â said Ruby. âBelle French, meet Dorothy Gale, my girlfriend.â
âWeâve met,â said Dorothy, raising her glass. âThe woman who finally convinced Gold to re-open the library. What are you drinking?
âOh - gin and tonic,â said Belle. âThanks, Iâll get you one later.â
âSounds good.â Dorothy patted Rubyâs leg. âSame again?â
âGod, yes!â Ruby turned to kiss her, smiling as she did it, and handed over her empty glass. âTell Granny not to be so mean with the rum this time!â
âYou tell her,â said Dorothy dryly, and Ruby giggled as she walked off to the bar.
Belle shrugged off her coat, the heat of the diner seeping into her.
âDorothy was really helpful,â she said. âI donât think Iâd have known how the hell to get the library open again if she hadnât given me some pointers.â
âYeah, sheâs awesome,â said Ruby, looking over at the bar with a grin on her face. âYou ever look at someone and think âOh. So, itâs gonna be you, huh?â before you even really talk?â
Belle bit back a smile.
âMaybe.â
âYeah, thatâs how it was for us,â said Ruby, with a sigh. âValentineâs Day at The Rabbit Hole, both of us dateless and depressed⌠ I threw a drink over her by accident because I wasnât looking where I was going, and when our eyes met⌠well.â She sat back with a satisfied smirk. âGuess it was fate.â
âHow long have you been together?â asked Belle.
âGetting on for eighteen months,â said Ruby happily. âWeâre saving up to get our own place. Not that thereâs much free real estate around here, but we can still try.â
âYeah, I canât wait to move out of my dadâs place,â said Belle wryly. âI love him, donât get me wrong, but I miss having my own space. Since I moved back after being away at university, I realised how bloody stifling it is, and - yeah, I - I really need to move out.â
âAny thoughts on where?â
âThereâs an apartment above the library, actually,â said Belle. âIâve already talked to Mr Gold about renting it.â
Ruby grinned at her, leaning on the table on her elbows, eyebrows twitching suggestively.
âSo, you managed to talk your way around Gold about the library, huh?â she said. âHe make you sign away your soul, or was it something way dirtier?â
Belle gave her a level look, which made Rubyâs grin widen.
âHeâs really not that bad, you know,â said Belle. âHe was really interested in the library, and the books I was planning on buying. I mean - okay, he doesnât strike me as the worldâs most sociable person, but he seems fair, at least.â
âHmm.â Ruby reached into the open bag of chips in front of her, watching Belle. âGive me your first impressions of him. Iâm interested.â
âFirst impressions?â Belle tried not to blush as she remembered that one of her first impressions had been how much the sound of his voice and the glint in his eyes turned her on. âUh - well, I guess he seemed polite? Good manners, very well dressed, like he spends a lot of time picking outfits so everythingâs just so. Fastidious, I guess. Like everything he wears is perfect and his shop is spotless and he has these long fingers that he handles things really carefully withââ
Ruby was staring at her, but she couldnât seem to stop talking.
ââand everything he does is so deliberate,â she went on, âlike the movements he makes and the way he gestures, and he looks at you and itâs like he can see into your soul, or something.â
âOh my God,â said Ruby, leaning forward, eyes wide. âYou like him!â
âI didnât say that!â protested Belle, blushing fiercely.
âDidnât say what?â Dorothy set a glass in front of her, and she snatched it up hurriedly, stirring ice cubes with a straw.
âBelle wants to bang Mr Gold until he canât walk even with that cane of his,â said Ruby offhandedly, and Dorothy giggled.
âSeriously?â she said, and pulled a face as she slid onto the seat next to Ruby. âWell, Iâm probably not the best judge when it comes to guys, but you gotta admit the man can wear a suit.â
âAgreed,â said Ruby, passing over the bag of chips.
Dorothy took some, pushing them into her mouth and crunching on them.
âProbably into some kinky shit, though,â she said, licking salt from her fingers and reaching for her glass. âLooks like he has a sex dungeon and gets off on spanking.â
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing,â said Ruby, and they both snickered.
âOoo-kay, so Iâll be getting so drunk I donât remember any of this conversation, then,â said Belle lightly, poking at the ice in her gin and tonic, and the others chuckled.
âSorry for teasing,â said Ruby, reaching out to squeeze her hand. âItâs just - well, as long as Iâve known him, Goldâs always been alone. Bitter, closed off, unsociable - that seems to be his thing. The idea of him actually attracting someoneââ
ââa young, sweet - may we say it - hot someoneââ added Dorothy.
âYeah, itâs just a little weird to think about, thatâs all,â said Ruby, wrinkling her nose. âMaybe youâll understand why when you get to know him.â
Belle took a slurp of her gin.
âYou know him well, then?â she said, and Ruby shrugged.
âI guess so. As well as anyone in this town, that is. Heâs in the diner a lot.â
âUh-huh.â Belle took another drink. âSo, whatâs his first name?â
Ruby opened and closed her mouth, and Belle gave her a knowing smile.
âDoes he have family?â she went on. âHow did he end up moving over here from Scotland? Whatâs his favourite food to cook?â
âYou know all that?â asked Ruby, round-eyed, and Belle shook her head.
âThat was gonna be my next line of conversation,â she admitted. âOkay, he already told me he doesnât have family, but everyone has someone, right?â
âMaybe, maybe not,â said Ruby. âMaybe he doesnât talk to them anymore. Heâs always on his own, I can tell you that. He comes into the diner most mornings for coffee. And he collects the rent, of course. Polite, like you say, but not exactly friendly.â
âSeems to be friendly enough with Belle,â said Dorothy, with a grin. âAgreeing to reopen the library, when he told everyone else to go fuck themselvesâŚâ
âYeah, how did you get him to do that?â asked Ruby curiously, and Belle shrugged.
âIâm not sure,â she admitted. âHe didnât seem keen when I first mentioned it, but I talked about the things I wanted to do, the benefit it would bring to the town, and eventually he just seemed to come around.â
âRemind me to give you a call next time weâre struggling to make rent,â remarked Dorothy.
Belle giggled, and took another drink, setting down her glass and looking between the two of them.
âIâve been meaning to ask, since he didnât want to talk about it,â she said. âWhat was the reason the place was closed down?â
Ruby and Dorothy looked at one another, each pulling bemused faces.
âBefore my time, I guess,â said Dorothy.
âMine too,â said Ruby. âI mean, I could ask GrannyâŚâ
âHe said it was twenty years ago,â added Belle, and the two women shrugged in unison.
âGranny wasnât even here then,â said Ruby. âShe moved out here with me after my parents died. Pretty sure that was less than twenty years ago. I was pretty young.â
âHuh.â Belle took a sip of her drink. âGuess Iâll have to find out some other way.â
âYou could check the Storybrooke Mirror,â suggested Dorothy, reaching for the chips again. âI worked there for six months or so before I got the Town Hall job. Thereâs old stuff on microfiche that no oneâs looked at in years. Could be something there.â
âRight.â Belle pursed her lips, thinking it over. âMaybe Iâll take a look.â
Ruby took a slurp of her drink, setting down the glass.
âSo, whatâs the apartment like?â she asked.
âItâs a one-bed, but I think it could be cosy with a little effort,â said Belle. âMr Gold says heâll get some furniture for the place.â
âWell, if you need some help with assembly or carrying shit, I can help out,â offered Ruby.
âThanks,â said Belle, and reached for her drink again. âItâs gonna be so cool having my own place. Canât wait to make it mine. Bookshelves, some cushions, maybe a few pictures...â
âGet some things from Goldâs shop,â suggested Dorothy. âItâll make him feel more at home when you eventually get his pants off.â
Ruby giggled, and Belle blushed before joining in.
âThanks for the encouragement,â she said dryly, and Ruby raised her glass.
âWe fully support you in your plan to seduce the menacing, shady-as-hell, yet sharply-dressed pawnbroker twice your age,â she announced, and Dorothy clinked the glass with her own.
âGo get that skinny ass,â she added, and Belle groaned, covering her face with her hands.
âLook, I canât even think about that right now,â she said. âI have a library opening to plan. Which means I need to use what little cash I have to buy cupcakes and wine and cheese and kidsâ party food between now and the end of the month.â
âYouâre opening then?â asked Ruby, with interest.
âIf the Mayor agrees to fund the new stock of books, yes,â said Belle. âIf not, Iâm gonna be planning a fundraiser.â
âYou should hear next Thursday at the meeting,â said Dorothy. âWeâll keep everything crossed for you, wonât we Rubes?â
âDamn straight,â said Ruby, with a nod. âAnd just in case you donât get lucky, I have a few - interesting - ideas for the fundraiser.â
She grinned wickedly, waggling her eyebrows, and Belle groaned.
âYeah, your expression doesnât fill me with confidence,â she said.
âPlease donât tell me youâre gonna suggest a kissing booth again,â said Dorothy wearily, and Rubyâs eyes went wide with innocence.
âThe thought never crossed my mind.â
Belle had to go back to Mr Goldâs shop to sign the rental contract and pay over the rent and a deposit, which she had borrowed from her father against her first monthâs wages. Mr Gold watched her as she read over the contract, and produced a black and gold pen from inside his suit jacket so that she could sign her name. He wrote an entry in a heavy ledger to mark the payment of the deposit and first monthâs rent. She watched his hand move across the page, and he glanced up as he set down the pen, giving her a tiny smile, his eyes dark with something like promise. It felt as though she had signed the most important contract of her life, as though she were somehow making a deal for her soul with the Devil himself. Whether she was saving it or giving it away was, as yet, unclear, but the glitter in his eyes made her heart pound. Mr Gold closed the ledger with a heavy thump, fingers shifting along its sides until it was perfectly aligned with the edge of the counter.
âThe furniture I ordered should arrive tomorrow,â he said. âIâll have some of my men take it up for you and assemble it.â
âThank you,â she said, a little breathlessly, and his smile widened a little.
âAnd your own things?â he asked. âWill you need assistance with those?â
She shook her head.
âI donât have much,â she said. âRubyâs gonna help me move in.â
âVery well.â
He reached to the side, to a carved wooden cupboard, and opened it up, reaching inside and turning back to face her. A key dangled from a round fob held between finger and thumb.
âI replaced the locks on the apartment door,â he said. âHere.â
She reached out to take it, tucking the fob into her palm and feeling the warmth of him on the smooth plastic.
âThank you,â she said. âI - uh - I should go.â
âOf course.â
He leaned on the counter, still smiling at her, and she could feel her abdomen pull and tighten. She turned away, clutching the key hard in her palm, feeling breathless as she made her way to the exit. His eyes were on her back as she left, and when the door closed behind her it was as though she had been swimming up from the dark depths of a warm lake, and could suddenly breathe again.
It was two days later that the furniture for her apartment arrived, and the same short, burly men that had gotten rid of the old items carried it up for her, whistling a tune as they did so. She had told her father she was moving out, and he had grunted at her, slumped in front of the TV with a glass of rum in his hand, as was his usual state in the evenings. It was the way he had dealt with things even before her mother had died, and if she was completely honest with herself, she wasnât sorry to be going. She had packed her things: clothing, books, and the few pieces of personal furniture she wanted to take, and the next day Ruby bounced up on the doorstep with a beaming smile, red-streaked hair fluttering in the winter breeze.
âThought Iâd give you a hand,â she said, gesturing to the driveway, where a red car was parked. Â âWow, are all those books? Donât you already have a library-full?â
She was grinning, and Belle gave her a level look, handing over the first of the boxes.
âPrivate collection and not for public use,â she said sternly, and Ruby giggled.
âYou have the strict librarian thing down already,â she said. âMaybe think about getting some glasses so you can look over them when people are talking too loud.â
It didnât take too long to fill the car with boxes, two suitcases of clothes and an old coat stand, and Belle decided to come back for the rest later that day. Getting the boxes of books up to the apartment left them out of breath, but maneuvering the coat stand through the door of the library was more awkward.
âIâm not sure weâll get it up the staircase,â said Ruby, huffing a little under the strain. âHow do you feel about hanging all your coats down here?â
âWe just need to turn it,â said Belle impatiently, swinging her end around to the left with more force than she had aimed for.
There was a crunching noise, and she groaned, already fearing what sheâd find. Glancing over her shoulder revealed one leg of the coat stand, stuck in the drywall. Belle swore under her breath, tugging the thing free with a shower of plaster and leaving a large hole.
âOops,â said Ruby ominously.
âYeah.â  Belle bit her lip, setting the coat stand down. âItâs not too much damage, right? I could fill this in, repaintâŚâ
âItâs a hole three inches across,â remarked Ruby. âI think itâs gonna take more than a little filler and a lick of paint.â
âYou wouldnât have thought it would have gone that deep,â grumbled Belle. âIsnât this supposed to be a wall?â
Ruby stepped forward, bending to gaze at the hole.
âThatâs hollow,â she said curiously.
âWhat?â
âBehind the drywall. Thereâs a space back there. Here.â
She dug in her pocket for her phone, bringing up the flashlight app and shining it on the gap.
âThereâs something back there,â she said excitedly.
âLet me see.â
Belle crouched down to peer through the gap. The light from Rubyâs phone gleamed on something; reddish-brown wood with what looked like brass fittings.
âI - I donât know if itâs a door, or something,â she said vaguely. âI canât see.â
âLet me look a second.â
Belle leaned back, and Ruby glanced around the room before shoving her entire fist into the hole, opening it up.
âRuby!â
âOh, come on, you wanted to know just as much as I did!â
âIâm probably gonna have to pay for that!â
âYeah, maybe Goldâll give you a tongue-lashing,â said Ruby dismissively. âDonât tell me you wouldnât enjoy it.â
âOh my GodâŚâ
âJust have a look, would you?â said Ruby impatiently, brushing streaks of plaster from her hand.
Belle sighed, but held up the phone. The hole made by Rubyâs fist was large enough to see through. A wooden door, set with brass fittings and a series of large cogs.
âIt - it looks like a door,â said Belle. âWorks with some kind of mechanism, like cogs and pulleys, or something.â
âLet me see.â Ruby took her place, peering through the hole. âHuh. Kind of steampunk. Hey, do you think itâs an elevator?â
âIf it is, it doesnât go up to my apartment,â said Belle, and Ruby shook her head.
âNot going up,â she said. âGoing down.â
âA basement?â Belle pulled a face. âMr Gold didnât mention one, and I didnât see a door to it, or anything.â
âSo ask him.â
âWhat, before or after I tell him I busted a hole in his wall?â
âCome on, what harm can it do?â
âFine,â sighed Belle. âAt least letâs get the rest of my stuff. That way if he murders me you guys can build a shrine in my honour in the classics section.â
Ruby chuckled, and picked up a suitcase.
âHey, is there gonna be an erotica section?â she asked, with interest.
âPlanning on one,â said Belle. âDepends if I can get funding for the new books.â
âThereâs always my kissing booth ideaâŚâ
âYeah,â said Belle, in a very dry tone. âIâm - probably not gonna be doing that.â
âSuit yourself,â said Ruby airily. âJust saying that thereâs someone in town you wanna kiss, and rumour has it he has a rather large - checking account.â
Belle sighed, rolling her eyes and stomping off in the direction of the stairs, and Rubyâs cackle followed her up.
She knew that she had to own up to Mr Gold about the damage, and she figured sooner was better than later. The man had a habit of turning up when he wasnât expected, and she didnât want the hole in the wall to be a surprise. She waited until Ruby had gone to work her shift at the diner before heading to his shop, and Mr Gold looked up from the counter, his rent ledger open in front of him.
âMiss French,â he said, with a tiny smile. âAre you all settled in?â
âPretty much,â she said. âI have to unpack, but - yeah. Â Iâm an independent woman. How about that?â
âWell, I hope youâll be very happy there,â he said, turning his attention back to his ledger. âLet me know if thereâs anything else you need."
âThanks.â
There was a moment of silence, and she stepped a little closer, watching the light gleam on his hair.
âSo - thereâs an elevator in the library,â she said.
Mr Gold stilled, pen hovering above the ledger.
âWhat?â
âAn elevator,â she said. âAt least, I think thatâs what it looks like. Iâm sorry to say I had a bit of an accident. Knocked a hole in the drywall. Iâll pay for the damage, I swear.â
Mr Gold set down his pen, not looking at her. He turned away, shoulders stiff, and pushed at the curtain separating the back room from the shop. Brow crinkling, Belle followed him.
âSo, am I right?â she asked. âThereâs an elevator there? Where does it go? How come itâs walled off.â
He was standing stock still, his back to her, and she bounced on her toes as she waited for him to answer.
âApologies, Miss French,â he said quietly. âI just remembered something very urgent that I have to do. Iâm afraid Iâm closing up early today.â
âI - what?â She was perplexed. âBut - the elevator? Iâm right, arenât I? How come itâs not working? I donât understand.â
âThatâs not something I care to discuss,â he said sharply. âNow, if you donât mind?â
âMr Gold, Iââ
âPlease!â he snapped. âMiss French, Iâd like you to leave!â
She took a step back, snapping her mouth shut, feeling hurt and awkward.
âRight,â she said softly. âRight. Okay. Iâll - I guess Iâll see you.â
She backed away, letting the curtain fall across and hide him from her sight. The shop was silent but for the low ticking of clocks, a reminder of the passing of time, of the years that had passed since the elevator was walled up and hidden from view. She wondered what secrets had been buried with it, and recalled Dorothyâs suggestion that she visit the local paper. Perhaps there would be answers there.
The newspaper did indeed have old microfiche available to view, just as Dorothy had said, but the young man who showed her to the small, windowless room to look through them merely shrugged when Belle asked why the library had come to be closed. She sat down with microfiche from 1998, flicking through stories of town festivals, cookouts and Little League games, and as the articles moved from September into October, reports of storm damage to the Town Hall. The storm had been a large one, it seemed, but she couldnât find anything to say that the library had suffered any damage. She flicked to the next page, and flicked on again before going back, something familiar tickling at her mind.
Belle frowned, looking over the picture in front of her, its sign reading Pawnbroker and Antiquities Dealer.  Mr Goldâs shop looked much as it did now, albeit with a lighter hue of paint on the clapboard frontage, the blinds drawn and a sign in the window saying Out of Business. Her mouth flattened at that; what had happened to cause him to close the shop?  Perhaps it wasnât the most profitable area of his business, but even so⌠She concentrated on the text below the picture. Local property developer and antiquities dealer, Mr Gold, closed his business without warning yesterday, following the reports of a tragic accident at the Storybrooke Public Library. Your Storybrooke Mirror reporter tried to reach the businessman for comment, but was told by his softly-spoken yet intimidating assistant that he was unavailable until further notice. Anyone wishing to redeem pawned items should submit their claims in writing to the shop and their queries will be addressed.
Curious, Belle turned the page backwards, trying to find an earlier edition, and her mouth fell open as she saw a picture of the library on what would have been the front page of the newspaper. Childrenâs Outing Ends in Tragedy it proclaimed. Belle leaned closer, eyes running over the words in front of her. A group of children left Storybrooke Library in tears yesterday as one of their own suffered a tragic accident. Baeden Gold, aged 3âŚ
Belle straightened up, breath catching. Baeden Gold. Â
She shook her head, bending closer to read the rest of the article. The elevator had been out of use, down in the deep basement awaiting repairs, and the doors had been closed. Unfortunately, the elevator was not electric, and the doors could be opened by anyone who knew how to work the mechanism. It wasnât known who had opened them - the Sheriff was said to be investigating - but the result was an open elevator shaft down which a small boy had tumbled to his death. Belle bit her lip. So. The reason for the libraryâs closure, and Mr Goldâs refusal to open it since. She wondered what had made him finally agree to her proposal.
She sat back in her chair, chewing her lip, her mind troubled. It had happened twenty years ago, and yet no one spoke of it, least of all Mr Gold. She wondered if he had wanted it that way, if he had walled off his pain with plaster and paint and tried to forget it had ever happened. As if he ever could.
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