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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
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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
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- 49-49
- 50-50
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- 53-53
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- 57-57
- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
- 59-59
- 60-60
- 61-61
- 62-62
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Killian Jones
Killian paces back and forth outside the door of his cabin, chewing on his thumbnail—a nervous habit he guess he hadn't kicked all those years ago after all. A gut-wrenching scream makes him flinch, another wave of guilt crashing into him. It's partly his fault about what's going on behind that door and he feels like the scum of the earth for making Milah go through that pain. "Ahh!"
"Mister Smee—"
"On it, Captain." The portly man hurries to bring him his flask, already half empty and it's only been a few hours since all of this mess started. "Are you….Are you sure that the Bosun knows what he's doing?"
"Aye, he did this several times before he joined my crew." Another scream sets him to pacing once more, the only thing keeping him from marching into his cabin is the fact that he would be of no use. Hours and three more flasks of rum later finds Killian leaning against the railing questioning his life choices and whether or not he should drink some more.
"Captain," comes the Bosun's deep voice," it is finished." Waiting inside his cabin is a sight he would ever tire of. Milah lays in their bed, her hair plastered to her face and a newborn baby sleeping in her arms. "You have a daughter."
Storybrooke
Gold was polishing the Holy Grail when he got the message from his daughter, expecting something along the lines of a quick I love you, not what she actually sent. The picture that showed up on his phone was almost enough to make him throw it across the store, breakables be damned, but he would chance ruining his phone if he did that. Killian Jones looks up at him from the picture, a befuddled expression on his face. The only bit of happiness Gold received from the picture is that Aveena doesn't know who he is yet, but he has no doubt that Killian would regale her with the tale if he got the chance. Kill him, he's dangerous and is not to be trifled with!That should do the trick, Aveena is usually good about following orders.
He sets the phone down on the counter, not noticing until it's too late that Belle has joined him at the counter and is looking down at the picture. "That's the man that attacked me back in our land," she gasps. "Who is it?"
"Aveena's father."
Morgan
I watch as Mulan puts the finishing touches on tying the man to a tree. "I already told you," he pleads," I'm just a blacksmith." I had sent a picture of him to my papa some time ago to see if he recognized him and got a speedy reply that set me on edge. If this guy makes my papa, who's usually in tight control of his emotions, sends me a text that says to get as far away from the guy as possible or kill him, then I kind of want to listen.
"Sure you are," Emma remarks sarcastically, bringing two fingers up to her mouth and letting out a sharp whistle. She's so lucky, I couldn't whistle like that to save my life. A loud growl answers the noise in the distance, the Ogres already beginning the long trek to their meal. They'll have an easy one today, all trussed up with nowhere to run. "You don't want to talk to us? Maybe you'll talk to the Ogres while they rip you limb from limb." Snow looks unsettled about the whole ordeal and I can't say I blame her, but I keep my mouth shut. Emma does this type of thing for a living, so maybe she won't screw us over too badly in the long run. The footsteps of the Ogres make the ground shake slightly. "Come on."
"What? You—you can't just leave me here like this!" Now that fear is genuine.
"What is he's telling the truth," Aurora asks.
"He's not," Emma responds quickly. We only get a few more feet when the guy breaks down, his innocent façade fading to reveal the bastard underneath.
"Good for you," he utters in a slightly higher pitch than normal, chuckling nervously. "You bested me. I can count the amount of people who've done that on one hand." I raise a brow, looking down at the stump of his left hand. "You know what I mean."
"Who are you?"
"Killian Jones, but most people have taken to call me by my more colorful moniker—Hook."
"Hook," Snow repeats, her eyes narrowing. Am I missing something here? I thought he was supposed to be weird looking with a perm.
"Check my satchel." Snow does just that while Emma continues to talk.
"As in Captain Hook?"
"Ah, so you've heard of me?" I roll my eyes, watching as Snow pulls out a shiny hook attachment meant to cover the stump. Well I'll be damned, it really is him. The growling grows louder the closer the Ogres get and I start shaking. They wouldn't hesitate to tear me to pieces and I don't plan on being some Ogre's happy meal, so they better get to moving things along.
"You better hurry up. They're getting closer." Hook has a stubborn set to his jaw, like he doesn't want to let something slip he's not supposed to. "So unless you wanna be dinner you better start talking." He chuckles, straining against the coarse ropes keeping him in place.
"Cora wanted me to gain your trust, so I could learn everything there is to know about your Storybrooke. She didn't want any surprises when she finally got over there."
"She can't get there, we destroyed the wardrobe," Snow points out.
"Ah, but the enchantment remains." He's smug now and it really makes me tempted to sock him in the face. "Cora gathered the ashes; she's gonna use them to open a portal." Growling sounds again, closer still. I wince, my hand going to rest on Excalibur's hilt. "Now if you'll kindly cut me loose."
"No," Mulan disagrees, her sword at the ready as she looks around. "We should leave him to die to pay for all the lives that he took."
"That was Cora, not me."
"You stood back and let it happen," I point out with the same coldness I show to all pirates. One of them stole my mother away and killed her, so why should I trust them? I turn my back on him, the others doing the same as we try to walk away from him.
"Wait. Wait!" We stop, facing him again. "You need me alive."
"And why is that, I wonder?"
"Because we both want the same thing—to get back to your land." Emma moves to stand in front of him, daring him to lie to her again.
"Why should we believe you now," she asks.
"I arranged for transport with Cora, but seeing how resourceful you are, I'll offer you the same deal—I'll help you if you promise to take me along."
"Okay." I hold up a hand, shaking my head with a disbelieving look. "Tell me why bringing the guy meant to trick us along with us is a good plan? Even if you do have some sort of secret mumbo jumbo, why should we trust you not to hand us over to Cora in the long run of things? Magic is what makes this world go round, buckaroo, and you ain't got diddly shit." His eyes narrow slightly as he looks at me, as though I was a puzzle he was trying to figure out.
"The ashes will open a portal, but to find your land, she needs more. There's an enchanted compass; Cora seeks it. I'll help you obtain it before she does."
"Cora won't make it there and I'll be one step closer to being back with my papa." The sour look appears again, not disappearing quite as quickly as the last time. Seriously, do I look so much like a little orphan Annie that he can't believe I have a father? "How do we know you're not making it all up? I mean, it sounds a little too much like Pirates of the Caribbean to me."
"What do pirates have to do with you believing me?" I roll my eyes, realizing that he had no idea what I was talking about. "Anyway, there's only one sure way for you all to find out." The Ogres are even closer and I have no doubt that they'll be in eye range soon enough, even for a blind person like me. Emma takes the dagger out of her bot, holding it at Hook's throat again.
"You tell me one thing," she demands," and whatever you say, I better believe it—why does Captain Hook want to go to Storybrooke?"
"To exact revenge on the man who took my hand and my child—Rumpelstiltskin." I swallow hard, shaking my head and backing up as Hook's knowing eyes lad on me again. No, that's not possible. This guy can't be serious, he can't be insinuated what I think he is! "You're Aveena aren't you?" The tears are back again and this time I don't stop them from spilling over and down my cheeks. "You're my Vee."
And then everything was black….
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