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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Any and all songs used belong to their respective owners.

Chapter List
- 1-Ignorance is Bliss
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-Season Two: Knowledge is Power
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
- 21-21
- 22-22
- 23-23
- 24-24
- 25-25
- 26-26
- 27-27
- 28-28
- 29-29
- 30-30
- 31-31
- 32-32
- 33-Season Three: All Good Things
- 34-34
- 35-35
- 36-36
- 37-37
- 38-38
- 39-39
- 40-40
- 41-41
- 42-42
- 43-43
- 44-44
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- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
- 54-54
- 55-55
- 56-56
- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
- 63-63
- 64-64
- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
- 72-72
- 73-73
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- 75-75
- 76-76
- 77-77
- 78-78
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Enchanted Forest—Past
"Bae, Milah," Rumple calls out, pushing the door to his small home open with his walking staff," I'm home." He pushes the door shut behind him, his hands full with a basket from the market and his staff. He finds Bae sitting alone in the next room, Milah nowhere to be seen. "Bae?"
"Papa?" The little boy looks up at his father, glad to have someone else home so that he wasn't alone anymore.
"Where's mom?" Bae shrugs, looking at his father as though he should know the answer to that. "Well, she probably just….Lost track of time." Or was too drunk to make it home alone. Rumple pushes that thought away, gesturing for Bae to stand up. "Grab you cloak." Bae does just that, walking close to his father as they leave their home. "We'll find her." It won't be hard, when she's not here she's at the tavern.
Just as he'd thought, he found his wife sitting at a table surrounded by men, downing another drink in one gulp. "Milah," he calls, waiting for the beauty to look at him. "It's time to go." Milah stays where she is, pouring another drink.
"Good," she smiles," so go."
"Who's this," a handsome man sitting across from her asks, making Rumple feel self-conscious. He knew he wasn't the most handsome man in the village, that Milah married him because of how kind he was. He holds tighter to his staff, a deep sadness settling into his bones.
"Ah, it's no one. It's just my husband."
"Oh," the man nods with a grin. "Well, he's a tad taller than you described." That comment has the men at the table laughing, sending Rumple amused looks over the rims of their cups.
"Please," Rumple tries again," you have responsibilities."
"You mean like being a man and fighting in the Ogre wars," Milah questions. "Other wives became honored widows while I became lashed to the village coward. I need a break. Run home, Rumple, it's what you're good at." Rumple flinches under the harsh words, wishing she could just see that he did what he did so he could come home to them and his son could have a father.
"Mama," a small voice asks, gaining everyone's attention.
"Bae." Rumple turns, pulling his son forward and wrapping a protective arm around his shoulders. "I told you to stay outside, son." Milah stands quickly, any trace of amusement wiped away as she leads her child out of the tavern. The guilt would set in soon, the need for a drink following after that, and then the need to escape.
Later that night finds Milah lying in bed while Rumple poured a cup of tea. "You don't really wish I'd died during the Ogre wars, do you," he asks. Milah refuses to look him directly in the eye as she thought about her answer before replying.
"I wish you'd fought. Don't you?" He stands with the help of his staff, walking over to his wife. "Well, I-I am alive and I'm here with you, with Bae." He sits next to here on the bed, the hot liquid warming the cup and the hand that held it.
"This isn't a life, not for me. Why can't we just leave?"
"W-We've talked about that."
"You don't have to be the village coward. We could start again, go somewhere no one knows us, see…The whole world beyond this village." Rumple knew this is what she truly wanted, but they simply didn't have the money to do that.
"I know this wasn't the life you wanted…." He stands again and moves to sit at the table. "But it-it can be good. Here. At least try, if not for me, then….For Bae."
"Okay," she agrees, a plan of escape already forming in her mind," I'll try.
Storybrooke
Rumple sighs for the thousandth time since he laid down in his bed, staring up at the ceiling as if trying to find the answer to his question. Belle shifts beside him, turning onto her side with one arm wrapped around her pillow. He should feel happy right now; the curse is finally broken and he has Belle back at his side where she belongs, but everything else seems to be going completely pear shaped! Aveena is gone, he's no closer to finding Bae, and the idiots in this town are going to drive him up the wall. Resigned that he would be getting no sleep tonight, he rolls out of bed and dresses in one of his suits before going to the basement, content to spin his troubles away.
He gets all his best ideas while turning straw into gold and maybe this time he'll come up with a way to cross the town line and at least get one of his children back. He would cash in his favor with Miss Swan and they would go wherever Bae was hiding. The basement of his house is a bit damp and crowded with several things from the other land, including the supplies he needs to make potions. As the wooden bowl at his feet fills with gold string, he's still no closer to solving his problems than he was before he started. With a hopeful look, he cuts off a bit of the gold and drops into a vile of purple liquid, watch as the magic takes over and turns the liquid into a glittering form. He stoppers it so that it doesn't escape, not entirely sure what he would do with the potion now that he had it.
His phone beeps, signaling a text message. Who texts this early in the morning? He grabs the phone impatiently and what he finds is enough to let him breathe a little easier. It's a message from Aveena's phone, a bit jumbled but still readable. Hey, Papa, working on plan…Cat videos…WiFi….Love….
Morgan
I ignore the weird looks from the people around me, watching the tiny screen while chewing on my thumb nail. Withdrawals are killing me, I need caffeine, I need anime, and I need them now! "How do you even have WiFi," Emma finally asks, looking over my shoulder to see the video playing on my phone. "And what the hell are you watching?"
"I have magic," I state in a tone that suggests she should have already known," what else would I waste it on? As for your other question, I am watch Vic Mignogna sing Let It Go." Mary-Margret pinches the bridge of her nose in irritation.
"Can't you use your magic to make a phone call instead of draining your battery for YouTube videos," she asks.
"I don't have enough mojo to make a call work and this is the next best thing." I snuggle down further on my pallet by the fire, the phone screen held close to my face so I can make everything out. I lost my contacts a few hours ago and now I'm walking almost blind.
"Seriously, not even a text message?"
"I sent one before I lost my contacts, it drained me a lot more than these videos do and I don't even know if it got through or not. Now shut up and let me watch this in peace!" The women snap their mouths shut with a little help from my magic, letting me enjoy some peace and quiet. That's better!
Okay, a filler chapter is better than no chapter at all, so there you go! ^-^ That Vic Mignogna video is actually on YouTube and it's what made me want to add a quick Aveena/Morgan point of view instead of a bunch of Rumple's past since we know what happened to him before he got Aveena.
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