One-shots/Short Stories

Jefferson/Mad Hatter

A/N: This show is so good. . .

The Dark One's Daughter
She walked out of the library, heading to the kitchen for some food. She stopped, however, when she heard voices in her father's study room. Curious, she headed to the room and peeked through from the ajar door.
"Do we have a deal?" her father was saying to someone.
"Yeah, we have a deal." a young man's voice replied. Being more curious, she went to lean closer only to move the door - thus, creating a creaking sound. The voices in the room silenced. "Who was that?" the unknown man said sharply.
"Rosalita?" her father called out. She winced when she heard he called her by her full name instead of her nickname, Rosie. "Come out, we know you're there."
"Rosalita?" the man repeated.
"I-I'm sorry, Papa." Rosalita walked in, looking down ashamed. "I-It's not like we get much visitors. I was curious."
"Understood." The Dark One - also known as Rumplestiltskin sighed. "But you know I don't like it when you intrude on my deals."
"Sorry, Papa." Rosalita looked up from the ground to find herself staring into a pair of blue eyes. She felt stuck to the ground, her whole form unmoving. What was it that made her like that? Was it magic? Love?
"I-I'll be making my leave now." she stuttered, finally tearing her eyes away from the man. She looked to her father who was watching the whole interaction. "I'll be in the kitchen."
"I'll see you there after my. . .appointment." Rumplestiltkin turned to the mysterious man. "As I was saying. . ."
Rosalita walked away, her mind still wondering about the mysterious man with the blue eyes.

***

While walking at the out orders of her home, she heard a twig snap to her left. Turning sharply, she gasped when she realised it was the man from earlier. He leaned against a tree casually, his top hat resting on his head in an angle. He gave her a small smirk.
"W-What are you doing here?" she exclaimed. "You could get caught -"
"Relax, I'm not in his territory." he waved off. "If I stepped a foot forward, yes. But now? He doesn't know I'm here. His magic sensor doesn't reach here."
"But it will if he sees you." she retorted. "What are you still doing here? What about your work with my father -"
"So how are you his daughter when he looks like a reptile?" he asked with curiosity. She felt anger flare inside her whenever someone insulted her father.
"He wasn't a 'reptile' his whole life." she said coldly. "Don't insult my father. You don't know what we have been through. What he has been through to just make me feel safe."
"What, by locking you in the castle?" he raised an eyebrow at her. "That doesn't feel like safety to me."
"Well to me, it is." she huffed. "My father is all I have, and I am all that he has left. We need each other." He felt guilty for making her sad, and held a hand out to her - that didn't cross the borders.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get you upset. The name's Jefferson."
"Rosalita." she quickly shook his hand before pulling it back in to the safety of her home. "Why exactly are you here?"
"I wanted to see you." Jefferson admitted quietly. "When you walked in the study room, you instantly got me under your spell." Rosalita giggled at his flirting. "I'm coming here tomorrow to give your father what he requested; meet me here?"
"Of course," she smiled, "besides, what kind of host would I be for the rare guests? Father surely doesn't do that job."

***

"What did you just say?" He threw a goblet to the wall, his wine splashing everywhere. Rosalita flinched at the sight of her father's fury. "You're pregnant?"
"Father, please -"
"Who forced themselves upon you during your visits to the village. I will kill them, I will torture them -"
"Father, no one forced themselves onto me!" she exclaimed. "I did it willingly but forgotten about the protection. We were caught in the moment -"
"We?" He turned his murderous gaze to her. "Caught in the moment?"
"Father. . ."
"You have been seeing someone this whole time?" he exclaimed. "Who is it? And don't lie to me, Dearie."
"It is. . ." she hesitated, hands over her stomach absently. "It is. . .Jefferson."
"WHAT!" The table tipped over to the side, spreading out the food and drinks on the ground. "You have been seeing him? How long?"
"Since we first met. . ."
"That was a year ago! You've been seeing him behind my back for a year?"
"I-I'm sorry." she choked out, looking down at the ground ashamed. "I-I'm so sorry, Papa."
"Damn right you should be!" he hissed. "For you are never seeing him again!" She snapped her head up at what he said.
"What! But Papa -" she protested.
"Enough!" he yelled, glaring at her. It was the first time he truly yelled at her, and truly ever shown anger towards her. "It is final. You are to never see him again, or else you lose the baby and I know how much you're against abortions -"
"Papa!" she stared at him in horror.
"No!" he hissed. "I am not losing another child of mine. I am not losing the only family member I have left in my life. You are to never see him again, and when you give birth, that will be the last time you ever see the infant, for it will go to Jefferson instead. He can raise the child alone with no help. That's what he deserves, and that is what you deserve for betraying me like that. I am not losing you."
"You already lost me." she whispered shakily, waking away from him and into her room.