Why does fate intertwine me with you?

He never learns

Mr. Gold's POV

I really do love my pawnbroker shop. Of course, not as much as I love my darling Belle and...dare I say it...power. However it is one of the things I place closely to my heart.

I take a whiff of the air in my shop, it smells as it should be; freshly lacquered hardwood with an old, antique touch to it. There is hardly anyone here during the morning hours of the day, even later on as well. The so called 'heroes' are always too busy until they desperately require my assistance. Everyone else in this cursed town is either too afraid of me or know they owe me several deals.

I am satisfied here, as I wordlessly glide my cloth - covered hand over the priceless and pristine window shelves encasing familial objects and trinkets. My Belle is working happily in the town library; most likely reading the books as she stashes them away.

I hear myself sigh in bliss. The room decides to share my enjoyment with all corners of the shop. No one could ruin my day today, it was one of those days where I could just be Mr. Gold. Not Rumple. Not imp. Not even the Dark One. Just simple, sophisticated and political Mr. Gold.

That is until my ears pick up the sound of that annoying but convenient bell at the front of my door. A very infamous boy passes through, and I shake my head in disappointment.

Perhaps I spoke too soon when I said that no one could ruin my day.
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Henry's POV

Okay, so I know that I shouldn't be going to my dad's side of the family for guidance in magic, but I care too much about Mom and Ma. So when I walked up to the front of Rumpelstiltskin's shop door, I took a big intake of air and tried to walk in as confidently as possible. Mr. Gold isn't too bad when you think about it. He's just power-driven, I think. It's his greatest flaw, something that has ruined him. I sure hope that Belle can help him.

Anyway, so I confidently stumbled in to find Mr. Gold wiping over the display cases that were stacked full of treasures from the old world. The door bell had stopped ringing by now, and all that was left was an eerie silence. My grandpa looked up and when he noticed which customer was in his shop, he smiled at me. I smiled back at him and he hobbled over to me at the front desk where he usually received his payments.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Henry?" I hear him say to me.

"Hi Mr. Gold." I replied to him with a smile. "Its my moms..."

I watch on as he rolls his eyes and chuckles darkly. "What did those two get into now?" he asked with curiosity.

I decide to give him as little information as possible. Mom will already be furious if she finds out where I am, I don't want to make her madder by giving ALL of the knowledge I have to the Dark One. "Well...you see, nothing has happened." I lied through my teeth. "They were just investigating moms' different potions, and we found one that was glowing. Do you know of it, and it's solutions?"

He looked at me really funny in that moment; probably trying to see if I was lying. But I am a master liar, so I know I am safe. He eventually shrugged it off and gave me an answer. 

"Henry, do you possibly have a sample of it here with you?" As a matter of fact I did. I had planned for this meeting, and so I handed him the empty potion bottle. Just barely visible was a tiny red droplet; the last remnants of the curse now placed on my moms.

I watched on as the Dark One snatched the bottle out of my hand and walked over to his back room, still looking at the information on the bottle. He flipped through some dusty old pages in a rather large book, and pointed a finger at one of the pages. "How interesting." I hear him say.

I walked over to beside his shoulder and tried to read the words on the page. Unfortunately they were in Elvish, or whatever ancient, magic language it was. "What does it say?" I ask him curiously.

Mr. Gold looks at me with a giddy look in his eyes. "This here, Henry, is a rather unique curse. It takes the form of a regular potion, but is quite possibly just as bad as your adoptive mother's Dark Curse."

I stand there agape at him. What have I done? Oh damn...I'm really sorry mom. I just..."So uh...how do you know this?" I try to stay in my mask of innocence in front of him. He cannot know the truth.

The Dark One stood upright and leaned on his cane triumphantly. "Henry, dear boy, there are 7 main, most destructive curses to have ever been created. Each just as evil as the last, they can only be defeated by True Love. Your mother's Dark Curse, as I said before, is one such curse. It is also quite possibly the worst curse, but this one does come close. That is why it is one of the 7; the 7 Evil Sentences."

I try to silently gulp, but the sound inadvertently comes out. Mr. Gold looks at me again, and I shuffle uncomfortably. "That seems...really scary. Glad that nobody had been cursed by it here in Storybrooke." I make out shakily. I need to leave here now, so I reach for the bottle and take a step back. "I really should be going now...thank you, Mr. Gold."

My grandpa nods his head forwards and hobbles back over to the display case with the cloth on top. "Any time, Henry. And you be careful with that, because you know that magic always comes with a price, and this curse is only curable by True Love. Now goodbye, my grandson!" He smiles before I walk out again, feeling ten times worse than I already did.

True Love is the only thing that can break this curse, and Mom and Ma are the victims.
Oh great. Now we're all screwed.
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A/N

Okay, I know, I know. I am the worst. But in my own defense, I have had homework and illnesses and a bunch of other bad things going on. Not to mention I  am actually writing a novel about my best friend, and that takes up a lot of my writing time. Oh and I also had writer's block...AGAIN! I hate that so much, like...SO MUCH. Because I know you are counting on me and it seems as if I am not interested anymore. BUT I AM!! I SWEAR! That's why I'm hoping to get two chapters up today...hopefully. Maybe even more if I can progress.

So...SUPER SORRY! And Happy Reading!! ;)