I am still not sure whether to be grateful I sat down with a friend to watch the pilot episode of Once Upon a Time the night it aired, or to curse since it is my new favorite show (please don't hurt me fellow NCIS fans!) and I already have too much in my life. This is just a little drabble that was bugging me to be written. I don't usually write the "bad guy's" POV stuff, but this just came to me and I had to write it. My readers from my other stories are probably ready to come after me with pitchforks and shovels and I am sorry that I keep getting away from my other stories! I will get back on track ASAP, I promise!

Disclaimer: Once upon a time a girl wished and wished and wished that she owned Once Upon a Time and her wish came true...in her dreams. Nothing is mine.

Out of My Hands

Dread coiled in my stomach; cold fear gripped my heart.

What had I done?

I watched as he carelessly tossed the apple over his shoulder as he walked away.

I should have known that he would find a way around the loss of memory part of the spell. Or perhaps a spell of his own to keep himself from forgetting or to break it…

I should have known better than to strike that deal with him, give him such power over me. But it had seemed fairly harmless at the time, since he would not remember; what would it matter if I had to do as he asked when he said "please"? But now…

In that moment I wished that anyone – anyone – other than him had remembered. Even Snow White or Prince Charming, them at least I could predict. With them I knew what they wanted. Anyone in this town…except Rumplestiltskin.

There was seemingly no reason that he should want my curse to be broken – I tried to reassure myself – he had a much better life here than back in the Enchanted Forest – as I had promised him. But then when had he ever done as anyone expected him to?

This day – which had seemed to be ending so well – was now turning into the absolute worst day since the day Snow White destroyed my happiness.

The control over the people under my curse that I had prized so highly and grasped so firmly was now suspended between by hands by gossamer thread.

I no longer really had control or power anymore.

He did.

It was out of my hands.

So there it is. I hope you enjoyed it, even though it was short. Thank you so much for reading and please let me know what you think!

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