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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2317 -:- 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
- 43-43
- 44-44
- 45-45
- 46-46
- 47-47
- 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
- 74-74
- 75-75
- 76-76
- 77-77
- 78-78
- 79-80
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Storybrooke
Gold looks up when the old woman the town knew as Granny sets down two plates on his and Belle's table—two cheeseburgers, two pickles, fries, and everything Belle had asked for with the added bonus of Granny's acidic glare sent in his direction. "They smell delicious, Granny," Belle compliments with the smile that made Gold fall for her in the first place.
"They are delicious," Granny responds," didn't take any dark magic either." Gold keeps his usual expression of calm yet irritated as the old woman continues to talk. "Oh, and I charge extra for the pickles."
"Mm-hm," he grunts, waiting for her to walk away before he regains his smile. "I have a complicated relationship with her. As I do with most people." Belle gives a breathy laugh, making Gold actually feel good about himself. He knew what most people in this town thought, that he had tricked Belle into loving him, but he knew that wasn't true.
"Well," she smiles," it did take me a little time to get to know you. They will." To change the topic, he holds up the ketchup bottle for her inspection.
"You know, you should try it with ketchup. Condiments are this world's most powerful magic." Aveena had said something similar to that about caffeine when she regained her memories, but Gold refused to think about the night he'd lost his only daughter.
"Gold." He looks up reluctantly when Regina calls his name, the brunette moving to stand beside the booth. "We need to talk."
"Do we?" Granny must notice the annoyed expression on his face and the slightly desperate one on Regina's because she moves where everyone can see her and proclaims an early closing.
"No, it's okay. We're civil."
"Yeah, for now." The silence is tense, Gold's temper prickling. "Belle, you remember the woman who locked you up for twenty-eight years." She grabs her purse, the nervous look on her face making him even angrier.
"Um," she says, thinking up an excuse. "I think I should probably get—"
"No, no, please stay where you are. Whatever she has to say won't be a secret from you. Whatever she wants, she won't get." He was done with being generous, nothing good ever comes from it.
"I'm actually coming about the one thing that might unite us," Regina says, bending down a little to look at his face.
"And what on earth can that be?"
"Cora. She's coming from our land, I need your help to stop her." The name causes several emotions to rise, but Gold tries not to let the residents to see how much he hates that woman.
"But she was dead. You told me you saw the body."
"Apparently, you taught her well." Perhaps a little too well? "She's not, and she's on her way and I don't think I need to remind how unpleasant that would be for both of us."
"For you. I can handle Cora." Regina pauses, studying his face as this was the first time he looked at her since she walked into the diner.
"That's not how she tells the story."
"I won in the end."
"Maybe, but there's a big difference this time. This time you have someone you care about, this time you have a weakness—two if you want to count Morgan."
"I'm—I'm sorry," Belle interrupts," who is this woman?"
"Someone you'll never meet," Gold guarantees her. "So you say she's coming. Where is she now?"
"With them," Regina says and Gold knows exactly who she's talking about.
Morgan
"How close are we," Emma asks, making me wonder why the hell she's in the lead if she doesn't know where we're going. "Henry could already be waiting in that Netherworld."
"No," Aurora disagrees. "We planned to meet back there in two hours' time." But what if time works differently here?
"Yeah, but what if he's—"
"He was fine."
"There." Snow points behind Emma, trying to stop the worrying at least a little bit. "That looks like relatively safe high ground." Emma leads to where her mom pointed, taking care not to trip like she did thirty minutes ago. She'd turned to face Aurora for the third time when her boot got caught on a tree root and she face planted the ground pretty hard. Apparently I was the only one who though it was funny. "We'll set up camp there. Aurora, you'll settle in and find Henry, get the information we need from Rumpelstiltskin. We do this fast, in and out.
It's still dangerous out here. Pup follows at a bit of a distance, stopping to sniff things, but making sure he doesn't fall too far behind.
Storybrooke
With Henry on the cot in his shop, Gold was ready to get things over with so he could get back to Belle and away from Regina. "So this Cora," Henry asks, gripping the charm Gold had made for him tightly in one hand," she's powerful?"
"Yes," Gold affirms," but, uh, not as powerful as I am."
"Debatable," Regina scoffs, removing her coat.
"Actually, no, it's not." David ignores the squabble, moving to sit on the cot beside Henry and squeezing the boy's arm supportively.
"You sure you're okay to do this, kid," he asks, looking as though he hated the entire concept of it.
"I was born to do this," Henry affirms. "I'm tired of reading about heroes, I wanna be one."
"Well, sometimes being one is knowing when not to run into the fire."
"I'll be okay." How brave Henry is for one so young amazed Gold, somehow reminding him of Bae. In fact, a lot about Henry reminded Gold of his son—enough so that he was beginning to get a little suspicious. Was he just being paranoid, or did the boy also share Bae's eyes? No, no, that was impossible.
"Look," Gold interrupts, wanting to stop thinking about that for a few minutes," whatever he faces in there will be far less dangerous than what he'll face if we fail."
"I can do this." When David moves, Gold takes his place, sitting in the chair next to the cot.
"Alright, Henry, just relax. And soon, you're going to drift off."
"What do I tell them?"
"Just listen to my bedtime story, and all will be clear." He lays a hand on Henry's forehead, letting some of his magic trickle into the boy to make him sleep. He's used this on Bae a time or two when he couldn't sleep or was too sick to sleep. It has the same effect of Henry, the ten year old falling asleep easily. "Once upon a time, Snow White and Prince Charming needed to stun a very powerful magician long enough to lock him up in a dark dungeon."
"They used..." he mumbles quietly. "A quill."
"Yes indeed, yet it wasn't the quill itself, but the ink that captured the Dark One, harvested from the rarest species of squid from the bottom of a bottomless ocean—impossible to find unless you're a mermaid….Or me. I happen to have a private supply. In my jail cell." He waves his hand over the boy's face again, the magic doing its work perfectly. "That is where they will find it.
Morgan
I walk a ways away from the group, wanting to be left alone for a few minutes without having to face the distrusting glares Mulan's been sending my way. Pup runs after me, panting happily with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Maybe I can find a stream for him to drink from. I grin down at the dog, running through the woods with him at my side made me feel more at home.
Fidget and I used to do this on warm days, running through the woods to see if Papa could find us. The thought of my little kitten makes me frown, wondering if Papa or Trista were taking care of it. He's a picky cat, one that has high standards after years of being groomed and catered to. As my thoughts drifted a man stepped I front of me, knocking me to the ground easily.
I grunt, coming back to reality as pain blooms on my lower back. The man that pushed me is dressed in ratty clothing, his face expressionless and reminding me of a zombie. "W-what are you doing," I ask hesitantly, reaching out a hand for Pup, but the dog is nowhere to be found. He must have run ahead while I was distracted. I crawl backwards every time the man moves forwards, but I'm still no match for the branch he holds in his hand.
He raises it up high above his head and lets it coming crashing down, colliding with my temple just as my magic was beginning to respond and sending me into darkness once again. The last thought I have before the nothingness takes over is no help at all and makes me sympathize with Neville Longbottom.
Why is it always me?
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