#bellish fanfic

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 14

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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It didn’t surprise Belle that the day after he kissed her, Hamish disappeared on a solo fishing trip. She should have been furious that he would do this to her again, but this time, she’d all but told him to. If he needed alone time on a loch to figure out his heart, then she would give it to him. Besides, it wouldn’t hurt for her to have time to think it over either.

The memory of his lips on hers wavered between comforting and horrifying. She hadn’t told anyone about it, but then, who would she have told? Esme could probably keep a secret, but if she told Rory, he would tell everyone, same with Agnes and Barney.

And then, there was the way she’d kept seeing flashes of Sergei when she thought about kissing Hamish, remembering the vodka on his breath, the way he’d licked the shell of her ear and whispered sweet nothings about how precious she was, how hard it was for him to find a love like hers. It made her want to run from Lochdubh as well, start over somewhere with no reminders of his deception, of the fact that the last year of her life had been built on Sergei’s lies

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My Heart’s in the Highlands - Chapter 10

Fandom: OUAT, Hamish Macbeth

Pairing: Bellish

Rating: T

Summary: With Rumplestiltskin gone, Belle can't face going back to the Enchanted Forest without him. She leaves Storybrooke forever, travels the world, and ends up in a small village in Scotland, where she meets a constable with a very familiar face.

For ghostwriter107, who said "I really want to see Neal and Emma visit Belle. I would love to see Neal's reaction to Hamish and his uncanny resemblance to his father. How would he react? Would he think his father is alive and pulling some trick on Belle? Would he get emotional, because Hamish is more like the Spinner Rumpel that Neal idealized and adored as a boy? How would Henry and Emma react?"

This chapter doesn't answer all those questions, but it does answer some of them.

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Chapter 10 - When the Vision Dies

“Mornin’, Belle.”

“Morning, Hamish. What can I interest you in? Is today the day you finally give in and read Austen?”

“That day may come, but not yet.” He handed her his book. “Just droppin’ off, today.”

Belle took the book from his hand, her fingers brushing his lightly as they always did. Her touch sent a little shiver up his arm and down his spine.

He never used the bookdrop.

“Any great plans for the weekend?”

“Oh, aye,” she grinned. “I have another date with Will tonight.”

He smiled. “Oh? An’ which ay his tales will he be regalin’ you with this time?”

Her teeth caught her lower lip. “Macbeth. ”

“...Oh.”

Belle’s lips twisted in a smirk. “Mmhmm. Just me, a glass of wine, and a mad Scotsman.”

Shite. Was that a line? It sounded like a line.

He so wanted it to be a line.

“That's your idea of a good time, is it?” he asked, leaning towards her a bit across the desk.

She smiled impishly and mimicked him so that their faces were only half a foot apart. “Definitely.”

Her lips were so close and surely, surely he wasn’t imagining that hitch in her breath. Hamish leaned a little closer, catching a whiff of her flowery perfume, watching as her eyelids fluttered and her eyes dipped to his mouth.

The library door swung open and Belle practically flew backwards, her cheeks flaming. Hamish bit back a growl and kept his back to the newcomer, hoping whoever it was would bugger off.

“Excuse me, has anyone seen a lost little koala in these parts?” The American accent sounded grossly out of place to Hamish’s ears. He looked up just in time to see Belle light up like a Christmas tree.

“Neal!” she squealed. “Oh my God!” She raced around the desk and Hamish turned to watch as she launched herself into the arms of a darkly handsome man. They hugged and laughed, and Hamish felt his gut cool and harden as he took stock of the intruder. A couple of inches taller than him, dark wavy hair, twinkling dark eyes with just the smallest hint of crow’s feet at the corners, and a million-watt smile that he imagined would weaken the knees of any female in a ten-mile radius.

Hamish hated him.

Belle had drawn away from “Neal” and was gazing up into his face. “You look amazing,” she said. “New York agrees with you.”

“You look pretty great, too,” Neal said, squeezing her shoulders.

“How’s the family?” she asked.

“Good. Missing the others, y’know, but mostly we do okay.”

“Right.” Belle seemed to get lost for a moment staring into the man’s face, and Hamish wanted to hit something. He settled for clearing his throat. Both of them turned to look at him and the man froze, his face flashing the same disbelieving expression he’d seen on Belle the first time they met before she fainted dead away.

“Oh, God, sorry, where are my manners? Hamish, this is Neal Cassidy. Neal, Hamish Macbeth. He’s the constable here.”

“So you’re, uh...you're Hamish, huh?” Neal shook his head slightly, stepped forward, and held out his hand. His voice was oddly hoarse and his eyes were fixed on Hamish's face as if he were trying to see through his skull. “It’s, uh...it’s good to put a face to the name. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Och, really?” Hamish gripped the man’s hand tightly before immediately dropping it. “Wish I could say the same.” Neal’s eyebrows rose, the strange expression fading slowly to be replaced by faint amusement. “What brings you here, Mr. Cassidy?”

“Just checking up on Belle,” he answered, slinging an arm around her shoulders and squeezing. He still hadn't looked away from Hamish's face. “I know she’s smarter than pretty much anyone around and can take care of herself, but she said this place was home, so I thought I’d see what all the fuss was about.”

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Belle prodded.

“Oh, yeah. Reminds me a bit of my hometown.”

“Where is that, exactly?” Hamish asked.

“A little place you’ve never heard of.”

“Try me.”

Neal finally looked away and rolled his eyes. “Longbourn.”

Oh. He really had never heard of it. Damn.

“Well, I suppose I’ll leave you two tae...catch up,” Hamish said quietly, hoping the man had a car parked outside. He shoved his hands in his pockets and strode out the door, tension in every muscle. There was a car, and Hamish stood in front of it for some time, debating his options. There was what he could do, what he wanted to do, and what he should do, and the could and wanted were winning the fight in a big way.

But he’d been trying, since losing both Alex and Isobel, to control his less...refined...instincts. He couldn’t help wanting to punch Cassidy in his handsome swarthy face, and he couldn’t help wanting to break every lamp on the bloody car, but he could walk away instead. So he did.

“Holy crap, you weren’t kidding.”

Belle, who had watched Hamish leave with a slight frown on her face, turned to Neal and saw that he looked shaken.

“You said he looked like my father, but...I mean, that is just really weird.” His eyes looked misty and Belle put a hand on his arm.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just…” He took a deep breath. “I haven’t seen him in...how old is he, anyway?”

“Late thirties, at a guess.”

“Papa was thirty-six when I was born.” Neal’s voice was strained. “I never got to see him when he was...I mean he was never rich but there were better days when he was happy...when I knew him he was always poor and sad and…”

“He’s not your father.” Neal blinked and shook his head, and Belle took his hands and squeezed hard until he met her eyes. “Neal, he isn’t. He was born in this land, in this town. His name is Hamish Macbeth and he has never stirred from this corner of the world his whole life. Glasgow and Lochdubh, that’s all he knows.”

“But he looks...and he sounds… I kept waiting for him to call me 'Bae.' I swear, Belle, he..."

“I know. Believe me, I know. But they’re not the same man.”

At last Neal nodded, breathing deeply. “Sorry. I didn’t think he'd be so…or that I'd...”

“It’s okay.”

“You said it would be a shock. I feel a little dizzy.”

“I fainted, if that makes you feel any better.”

Laughing, Neal pulled her into a tight hug. “God, you’re the best. Show me around this town of yours.”

The town was abuzz with the news of the visitor. Belle had closed the library at midday in honor of escorting her guest around town, hanging on his arm and laughing at his jokes. Try as he might, Hamish couldn’t escape them. If he didn’t seem them personally, he heard of them from the townsfolk. Speculation was rampant. She’d never mentioned a boyfriend, but perhaps she hadn’t expected to see him again. It was all anyone talked about.

Later that night, Belle and Neal treated the entire village to a demonstration of the fact that handsome blokes from the city had the upper hand over short constables from the backcountry. They weren’t at all physically affectionate - even sat on opposite sides of the table - but they talked and laughed and smiled all through dinner, and Hamish was fairly sure he was going to be sick.

He’d been at the bar for nearly two hours before Belle apparently noticed him, and then all of a sudden she was at his side, all breathless smiles and glowing eyes, and begging him to join them.

“You really should,” she pressed. “I think you’d like Neal a lot. You have so much in common.”

“I’ll bit we dae,” he muttered, draining his glass of whiskey. “Nae thenk ye, I’m braw whaur I am.”

“What?” she leaned closer to him. “I can’t understand you when your brogue gets that thick.”

“I said,” he enunciated carefully, “leave. me. alone.”

Belle drew back as if he’d slapped her, and he felt a little bad about that, but then he was a little scared because her face hardened and she gripped his shoulder and pulled him off the stool. “Get outside,” she snapped. “Right now.”

Shite, she was terrifying like this. He squirmed away from the painful pressure of her long fingernails as she half-pushed, half-pulled him out the door and onto the sidewalk. “Jesus, hen, yer hans ur loch claws!” he hissed.

“Oh.” Her anger dissipated to be replaced by concern, and she released him and rubbed his shoulder tenderly. “I’m sorry, I...I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well, I’m out now. Whit dae ye want?” He tried to be unaffected by the gentle pressure of her hands soothing away his hurt.

“I want to know why you were short with Neal this morning and downright mean to me just now.”

Oh, hell. He wasn’t even close to ready to have this conversation. He shrugged. “Bad day. Sorry.”

Her eyebrows lowered. “You were perfectly pleasant until he showed up.”

Well, yeah, when he thought he was finally going to get to kiss her, he’d been practically jolly. Hamish shrugged and looked at the ground, feeling like a child receiving a scolding for bad behavior.

“Hamish, you’re not...you’re not jealous of Neal.”

Of course he was. He was so jealous he could hardly see straight. But he couldn’t tell her that.

“No, ay course no',” he muttered, digging the toe of one shoe into the pavement.

“You are.” Belle sounded awed and remorseful all at once.

“Shouldnae be,” he said a little more clearly. “It’s no' as if we...we…”

Belle took a deep breath and tugged on his arm, leading him across the street to sit on the low wall there. She dropped her hand from his sleeve and folded her hands in her lap. “Neal isn’t my boyfriend or lover or anything like that,” she said calmly, looking past his shoulder and out at the sea. “He’s my...well, I guess you could call him my stepson.”

“Eh?” Hamish twisted his head until he could look into her eyes. “How’s that? He’s your bloody age!”

Shrugging, Belle began to fidget with the hem of her shirt. “I know I’ve mentioned a man in my past. He was...well, he was a bit older than me. We didn’t have the chance to get married, but I got used to thinking of Neal as my stepson.” She smiled shyly at him. “He’s married with a kid, so I guess I’m a step-grandmother, too.”

“Hell,” Hamish breathed. “I’m sorry, Belle.” He felt like an ass, spoiling her reunion with someone so important to her.

“Me too. I should’ve told you about him. Of course,” she added wryly, “it’s hard to find a casual way to work your grown sort-of-stepson into the conversation.” He snorted a laugh and silence stretched between them for a few minutes.

“You ne’er talk about him, y’know,” Hamish said at last.

“Neal?”

“Nah, his dad.” Hamish racked his brains for the man’s name and came up empty. “I dinnae think ye’ve even told me his name.”

Belle dropped her gaze to her hands and was quiet for so long Hamish worried she was angry. “Gold,” she finally whispered. “His name was Roderick Gold.” He didn’t press her, and it was another minute or so before she spoke again. “He didn’t have the best reputation. He was wily and manipulative and cunning and ambitious. Everyone said so. But with me...with me he wasn’t like that. I mean, he was , but he was also sweet and gentle and generous and loving. God, he had so much love to give, but he was convinced no one wanted it. It took him ages to realize I really loved him.”

“You said he died?”

“Yes. Two and a half years ago.” Belle’s eyes glazed over as she stared out to sea. “Protecting us. Neal and me.”

“From what?”

He didn’t know what he was expecting - muggers, fire, killer bees - but her words knocked him breathless. “His father.”

Anger bubbled up in him. “Mean bugger, was he?”

“He was a foul, evil man,” Belle whispered, pulling her arms around her body. “He hated Roderick, really, actually hated him. His own son. How does someone do that?” Hamish shook his head and draped a tentative arm across her shoulders. “They hadn’t seen each other in years, but Malcolm showed up one day and...and wanted something from him. Roderick wouldn’t give in, so Malcolm went after me and Neal. Roderick stopped him but only just, and the effort killed him.”

“Christ, mo ghraidh,” he muttered pulling her closer. “I’m sorry.”

“At first I couldn’t fall asleep without reliving it all,” Belle sighed, “and it was terrible, but...I think the first day I woke up and realized that I hadn’t thought about him once the whole day before was worse. I know I’m supposed to heal, to move on, but it still feels wrong, y’know? To go days or even a week without thinking about the day my life changed forever, or imagining his response to some remark, or thinking I just heard him come in from work. I loved him so much.”

Hamish took a deep breath and squeezed her in his arms. “Thank you for tellin’ me,” he murmured.

Belle pulled away from him and studied him seriously, her eyes growing sadder and more thoughtful by the second.

“What is it?”

“There’s something else I should tell you, because Neal might slip up and say something eventually, and if he brings his family out here, Emma and Henry definitely will. Not much of a filter with those two.”

“Okay.”

“I’m just afraid of how you’ll take it.”

“I’ll try no' tae overreact.”

“Not sure that’s possible,” Belle muttered, and then cleared her throat. “Do you...do you remember the night we met?”

“When you fainted on me? Aye. Difficult tae forget, that.”

“Well, I wasn’t sick or dizzy or suffering from jet lag or highway hypnosis or anything like that,” Belle sighed. “It really was you. You surprised me...scared me.”

“What?” He was flabbergasted. “What did I dae to scare you?”

“Nothing.” Belle fidgeted. “It’s just that - apart from the fact that you’re at least twenty years younger, you look enough like Rum to be his twin.” He turned to stare at her. “And I don’t just mean the same coloring and height. I mean you’re identical in every way except for the length of your hair...and that his had some gray.”

“So when you saw me on the road…”

“It was like he’d come back from the dead.”

Hamish was silent, absorbing this information, and he felt the overreaction she feared growing inside him. Was this why she appeared to like him? Because he resembled her former lover? When he flirted with her did she imagine Gold before her using his face and words? When he touched her hand did she think of him? Had she meant to replace Gold with a newer model? He glanced up and met her eyes, which were huge and dark with worry, her teeth scoring her lower lip painfully, and he took a deep breath. He knew the answers to all those questions, of course. Belle was too smart to delude herself, at least not for long. She knew he wasn’t Gold, and she either wanted him or not. Same as always, right? Either a woman wanted you or she didn’t. Of course, in his experience mostly she didn’t, not for any significant length of time.

“Small wonder he looked like I’d slapped him,” he said at last.

“Yeah, it...it was a shock.”

They both stared at the moonlight on the water for a few silent moments, and then Hamish turned to her. “You should go back in. I’m sorry for being an idiot.”

“You weren’t, it was a perfectly natural assumption to make.” Her eyes flitted over his face for a moment. When she kissed his cheek, he finally had the nerve to reciprocate and tried not to grin too broadly when she blushed. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked.

“Always.”

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 13

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Of course, Hamish had been the one to put the idea in her head, so he had no one but himself to blame for the scene before him. 

When he’d dropped Lacey off at Esme’s, he’d mentioned offhand that the two of them should practice self-defense. That was it! And now, somehow, a mere three days later, he was standing in the school cafetorium, empty of all furniture except two tables pushed against a wall with coolers of water and a sea of exercise mats on the floor.

“They did a good job, didn’t they?” TV John asked, surveying the room like it was his kingdom. He wore a pair of sweatpants instead of his usual kilt. Everyone in the room wore exercise clothes. Rory had whipped out a terrycloth headband for the occasion.

“Can’t believe they pulled this together so quickly,” Hamish said.

“Oh, come on now, you’ve known Esme longer than that.” John locked his fingers together and stretched his arms out in front of him. 

Hamish, still in full uniform, rubbed his forehead. He would have to change eventually, but he was still holding out hope that something would go wrong and this self-defense seminar that Esme and Lacey had thrown together would be canceled. He did not want to get up in front of everyone in the town and get his ass handed to him by TV John.

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 12

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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No matter what Hamish said, and no matter what Esme said when she arrived, Belle could not shake the dread that had settled over her. She almost missed the anxiety of believing she was followed. The certainty of knowing—assuming incorrectly, Hamish would have said—that someone was after her and she couldn’t do anything but wait might break her.

For the second night in a row, she didn’t sleep much, alert for doors or windows opening. Once the sun came up, she dozed for a few hours, but she knew she looked like she’d been gently electrocuted when she wandered down for breakfast in sweatpants and her windbreaker.

“Lacey!” Esme sat a plate of eggs in front of Rory with a clatter, then rushed over to guide Belle to the table. Maybe she looked more electrocuted than she thought.

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 18

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Yet again, Hamish should have known that an off-the-cuff remark would give Lacey ideas. The suggestion that missing people sometimes died of exposure turned into Lacey waking up the next morning and hunting down every topographical map in the station. By the time he came back from settling a dispute out on the surrounding farmland that afternoon, she had taught herself to read them and was studying the hills like she was currently lost in the wilderness.

“Lacey,” he’d said in his most calm and reasonable constable voice. “Do you need to see the Doc?”

She hadn’t even batted an eye that he had grown enough to suggest such a thing. Instead, she’d pointed the map and said, “Will you take me camping?”

He loved to camp and he might have loved Lacey, but being stuck out in the wilderness with her as she went slowly crazy sounded like a recipe for disaster. 

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 17

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Belle hadn’t slept well in months, and now, sleeping wrapped in Hamish’s arms, her body did not want to wake up in the mornings. She had so much lost time to make up for.

Hamish, too, woke up ungodly early for work, and though she tried to rouse when he kissed her in the morning so she could kiss him back, she just couldn’t. Instead, she woke up when she usually did, got dressed, kissed him goodbye if he was still in the station, and then headed to the school for the day. 

They’d tried to keep their budding relationship a secret, but it was impossible since Belle lived with Esme. Perhaps Esme herself might have kept the secret from everyone but Agnes, but Rory certainly didn’t. By day two, neither Belle nor Hamish could walk into the Stag alone without the entire bar swiveling to look at them.

So they stopped walking in alone, and within a week, the town had gotten over it. At least, they stopped staring, which was all Belle could really ask of them.

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 5

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: M

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Belle picked at the baked perch on her plate, flaking bits off with her fork before moving on to push the cabbage around the potatoes like she was crafting a landscape of food. Esme watched her, fork poised above the fish but never dipping down. Only Rory ate, shoveling it in like a starved boy, but pausing every minute or so to dab at the corners of his mouth with a cloth napkin.

Esme set her fork down and clasped her hands together, leaning toward Belle. “Is there something wrong with the fish?”

“Hmm?” Belle looked up, then back down at her mangled plate, and flushed. “Oh, no. Everything’s delicious.”

“How would you know? You’ve hardly touched it,” Rory said, gesturing with his fork.

“Oh. Sorry.” She scooped up some of the fish shreds and stuffed them into her mouth. The perch was nice, preferable to the trout she’d been eating ever since her boating trip two weeks ago. “Just distracted, I guess.”

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 11

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Belle woke in Hamish’s bed, though she had only slept a few hours. She tossed and turned most of the night, phone across the room so she couldn’t call Esme every ten minutes to check on her. When she did sleep, she dreamt of Sergei coming into the Stag to hit on Esme, and sometimes he looked like Hamish and sometimes he looked like himself and didn’t they look just a bit alike?

She rolled over to stare at his little bookshelf. None of the western novels or spy novels were to her taste, but seeing them all lined up and well-loved warmed her from cheek to toe. She hated that Hamish had slept in the cell all night, but she loved his plush duvet, the fishing pole leaning against his chest of drawers, that bookshelf. 

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 19

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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The Stag was no more crowded than usual on Thursday evening when Hamish arrived after work, so it stood to reason that he should not have had this much trouble locating his girlfriend.

“Looking for Lacey?” Barney asked when he approached the bar, scanning the rest of the room.

“Aye, is she not here yet?”

“Over there with the Doc.” He pointed with a pint glass. “We’ve got a student from the language college staying the weekend to work on papers or something. Said he was having trouble, so Agnes set him up with Lacey and Doc. Drink?”

Now that he’d pointed her out, it was obvious that the dark brown ponytail and flannel collar in the back was Lacey. She was hunched so far over a book, he could barely see her.

“Aye, a pint, thanks.” 

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 6

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: M

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Hamish set the phone down and pressed his hands over his face. The pressure building in his temples could only be relieved by a beer and a cigarette, but he wasn’t ready to move from his chair yet.

John stepped into the room from the kitchen. “What did Inverness want?”

“They’re sending someone next week for me to train—a Constable Patterson.”

“Well, that’s not so bad. He’ll just be shadowing you, I’d imagine?”

Hamish slid his hands down his face, looking up at John with pursed lips. “Constable Anne Patterson.”

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 15

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Well, he’d fished. Kind of. Not really. He’d sat in his boat with his line cast and been too distracted to actually reel anything in, but it cleared his head nonetheless. 

Well, kind of. Not really.

He wanted Lacey, but he’d already known that. Sitting in a boat for two days had just reminded him how much. Isobel was the farthest thing from his mind and had been for weeks. He didn’t know what that meant, but he knew it meant something.

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 10

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Hamish hung up the phone and pressed his face into his palm with a groan. Jock stood on his hind legs, paws on Hamish’s knee as he poked his snout against his forehead.

“Everything’s fine, Jock,” he murmured, ruffling his fur. Everything was not fine, and he wasn’t even thinking about the actual contents of the phone call. Isobel wouldn’t have called him just to chat, because she hadn’t called him since she’d left Lochdubh for good. Or not for good. He really didn’t know.

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 9

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Things had been going strangely for Hamish ever since Lacey had drinks with Constable Patterson. For one, instead of eyeing him like she was about to rip all her own clothes off, Anne had begun to eye him with pity. He didn’t know which he preferred. 

Then, he’d concocted his bullshit murder mystery about the Major and his new wife-to-be, and he’d been so careful to keep the fact that he was sending Anne to the language college in Inverness a secret from everyone but wee Jock, but he hadn’t counted on Lacey puttering around by the station in the middle of the night, because why would she be doing that?

Which was how he’d sent not only Anne to the language college in Inverness, but Lacey as well, because apparently she was a professional with the machines—microfiche, she’d informed him—and she could reliably read both French and German, which could come in handy if Anne needed help with researching. On the microfiche. 

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 8

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Esme was meeting Rory at the Stag after school, so Belle sat at the bar counter with Doc and Barney, drinking Agnes’ new fruity alcoholic concoction. 

“So what do you think?” Barney asked, leaning on the counter. 

“It’s good. I like it. It could maybe use some more lemon?” 

“More lemon?” Agnes walked up with the plate of chips they’d ordered to share, setting it down between them. “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“Thank you, this looks great.” Belle smiled at the Doc, who nodded his agreement. Seconds later, his eyes widened, and he covered his pipe with his palm and sucked his cheeks in. 

“Constable Patterson!” Barney said in a hearty voice that Belle had never heard. 

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The Beginning of a New Book | Chapter 20

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth, from Hamish Macbeth)

Rating: E

Summary: After a dangerous breakup, Belle finds herself stuck in the little town of Lochdubh.

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Hamish and Doc sat on the couch in silence. Hamish was supposed to be trying his new strain from Zoot, but he’d only taken one lackluster puff on the pipe, leaving the rest of it to Doc. 

It was Saturday and Lacey had vacated the station so that he could be alone with Isobel whenever she arrived in town, but he’d panicked and instead of waiting for her in a sensible place like the Stag or near her house, he’d decided to wait on his own couch. 

“So,” Doc said, passing the pipe over. Hamish took it, as he’d done every time, stared at it for a few seconds, then passed it back. “You’re going to be honest with Isobel.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hamish asked. Giving up on the pipe, he took his tobacco and papers out of his pocket.

“Oh, nothing. I just think Lacey’s been very good for you, that’s all.”

Hamish licked the side of his paper. Doc knew he was there to be Hamish’s excuse to leave if he needed one, but he didn’t know much more about Hamish’s current love life.

“Can I talk to you about something—ah—delicate?” Hamish gentled the cigarette closed and stuck it in his mouth.

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The Beginning of a New Book | Deleted Scene

Pairing: Bellish (Belle x Hamish Macbeth)

Summary: Sergei learns that Belle has disappeared.

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Sergei didn’t recognize the number flashing across his cell phone, but he assumed it was the police station. He’d been informed that Belle had gone in earlier, and if she’d left her phone, she might be calling him from there.

“Yes?”

“Eh, Sergei?”

He frowned down at his phone. He didn’t recognize the male voice on the other end. “Who is this?”

“It’s Moe.”