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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
- 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
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"Again," my drama teacher shouts, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I should have listened to my wife and had someone else be Christine." Mister Bryland is as surly as his wife, having the same grudge against me that she had. It's not my fault they both decided to be teachers and can't afford their rent. I clear my throat, glancing down at my script once more before continuing where I left off in the song. Vincent sneers at me, his cape billowing out behind him as the air conditioner kicks on.
"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear." Vincent leads me across the stage, looking back at me over his shoulder as he begins to sing next.
"It's me they hear…." And now the both of us together. God, this is where I always screw up!
"Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined. The phantom of the opera is there/here inside my/your mind!"
"Finally," Bryland shouts, cutting into the song and gaining everyone's attention. "Why don't we call it finished for today and we'll pick it up at the same time tomorrow?" The students around me let out sighs of relief, beginning to take off their costumes. "Miss Gold, try to have your act together tomorrow or we'll find someone else who will." I nod, taking off the white robe and giving it to one of the students that works backstage to hang up.
I pull on my jacket and run out of the auditorium, deciding to spend the few hours I have before the welcome back party at the docks. Most of the town will be decorating at Granny's, so I'll have the place to myself. "Aveena," Vincent calls, jogging after me. I pick up my pace, practically sprinting by the time I make it out of his sight. I don't feel like dealing with him right now, just because I have to pretend to love him in the play doesn't mean I have to in real life. He makes a terrible Erik anyway, holding none of the false charm that Gerard Butler played him with.
I couldn't be happier when the docks come into sight, sitting at the edge and taking off my socks and shoes. I hate any type of footwear and it's somewhat warm out, so I should be fine. I dip my toes in the cool water, the sound of the waves soothing me, coaxing me to close my eyes and let my mind wander to happier times. Humming under my breath, I kick my feet back and forth slowly, creating more waves and letting the cool water splash onto my pants. "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came," I sing under my breath, trying to remember my lines," that voice which calls to me and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find the phantom of the opera is there inside my mind."
"I said it before and I'll say it again, you have your mother's voice." I jump with a gasp at the unexpected voice, looking over my shoulder to see the man who spoke. Killian Jones stands behind me with one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "Hello again, darling." He grins at me, the earring in his left ear catching the light and winking at me. "You're just the person I've been looking for."
With wide eyes, I get to my feet, giving him no warning as I turn to sprint back to town. I don't get far before the pirate picks me up over his shoulder, ignoring my screams and slaps as he carries me to the edge of the dock. "Help," I scream, beating on his back with my fists," Please, someone! Papa!" Instead of throwing me into the water like I expected, he holds one of his booted feet over the edge and steps down.
I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the cold water to drag me down and drown me, but when nothing happens I open my eyes again and find us on the deck of a ship. "You didn't think I'd kill you, did you?" He chuckles, carrying me into his cabin and dropping me down on his bed. "Now, be a good girl, and stay in here out of trouble." As if to make sure I do just that, he grabs a bit of rope and binds my hands to his headboard and shoves some cloth in my mouth—tying another over it to make sure I don't spit the first one out—before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
Did I just get kidnapped by the guy I thought was back in the Enchanted Forest? This is an all new kind of messed up! I grumble into the gag, working on getting loose from the rope with no results. I have to give it to him, the man knows his knots. He kept it loose enough that my blood flow wouldn't be constricted, but tight enough that I had no chance to get out without help. I lay my head back with a muffled curse, staring at the bunk above me.
The only available light source is a small circular window that allows the sunlight inside, though not much seemed to get through and it only got darks as the day went on. He could have at least brought my shoes in. My wet feet were beginning to get cold even when I maneuvered enough to cover them with the sheet on the bed. The door to the room slams open, Cora and Archie on the other side. "Hmm? Mm, unh, um, oomph," I yell frantically, no understandable words making it out past the gag.
"Morgan," Archie gasps, fighting the magic Cora's using to drag him along. "You're alive!" Yes I am, now what the fuck is going on?! I struggle with the ropes again, shouting at the tops of my lungs.
"Hmm," Cora hums, tossing Archie into the hold of the ship, shutting the doors set into the floor after him. "Looks like Hook is getting one part of his revenge after all." She smirks, patting my cheek, and draining any magic I had left in my system before walking out—the door shutting and locking behind her. Just great, now I'm trapped on a big boat with a cricket, a woman hell-bent on ruining her daughter's life, and my stalker. Could life get any better or am I just lucky?
I scoff, attempting to roll onto my side just for something to do.
Neverland
Pan watches the teen through a portal his Shadow provided, absently rubbing the back of his neck. She wasn't as beautiful as Wendy, but she would be a great tool if he could manage to get his hands on her. With Aveena, Pan would be able to manipulate both Hook and Rumpelstiltskin in one go. Maybe he would have them fight to the death and make Aveena watch?
He chuckles as the teen wiggles on her father's bed, her muffled complaining making him smile wider. She was so much like Hook that it almost unnerved him, her small quirks reminding him of all the times he'd confronted the pirate captain. Perhaps her hero side was from when her father was in the royal navy? "That's the girl we're after," Felix asks, coming to stand beside his leader with his club in hand. "She doesn't look like much."
"No she doesn't," Pan agreed, taking her in with ease. "But she could be useful, tell our agents to bring her to me when they bring Henry." Felix nods, leaving to make the call. Those two idiots would cease to exist the second they stopped being helpful—he had already given the boys instructions on what to do the second Greg and Tamara set foot on Neverland.
Morgan
I jerk awake, looking around the dark cabin for the reason with blurry eyes. Great, my glasses must have fell off when I was asleep. "Mm," I grumble at the two shapes I can vaguely make out in the darkness.
"Ah, you're awake." What was your first clue, genius? "You must be hungry." Hook walks over to his desk, picking up something wrapped in paper and dropping it beside me. "Now, if I untie you from the headboard and remove the gag, will you stay quiet?" I give him a deadpan look, one eyebrow cocked up in a 'what do you think' position. He shrugs, undoing the knot that binds my hands to the headboard, but not the one keeping my hands together.
I remove the gag myself, glaring at him the entire time. Cora perches on the edge of the desk, looking Hook and me over at her leisure. At least Hook has good taste in food—Subway is enough to make me give him a tiny fraction of forgiveness. "What do you want the therapist for," I ask around a mouthful of food. Cora's nose wrinkles in distaste at my lack of manners, but the way I see it, I'm the kidnapped child here, so I don't have to be polite.
"He may have information about the Dark One that I need to destroy him." I snort, taking another huge bite. "You could always tell me what I need to know."
"Even if I had a clue about what you needed to do, I wouldn't tell you. The man may be an over-controlling, temperamental pain in my ass sometimes, but he's still my Papa and I wouldn't choose some rum-soaked pirate over him." Hook lets out a sharp sigh, beginning to pace back and forth.
"What will it take for you to realize that I am your true father?"
"Oh, I know you are. Shit, I look just like you—my deal is that Papa is the guy that raised me and you're just some asshole that resorts to kidnapping me so you can have some dinner conversation. You see, in the balance of things, I'd rather stay with the guy that doesn't tie me up."
"He cared for you," Cora guesses," and in return, he gained your love and trust, but do you have his?" I frown at her question, nodding my head. "Are you sure? The Rumple I knew only cared about one child, and it wasn't you."
"He is using you, Vee," Hook adds on, giving me a pleading look. "He's using you to cause me pain."
"And you're not trying to do the same thing," I snap, throwing the sandwich at his head. He ducks and the food explodes against the wall in a shower of lettuce, pickles, and mayonnaise. "I'm tired of just being a pawn dammit! I'm a person, believe it or not, and I'm old enough to decide who to believe!"
"Please," Cora laughs. "You're barely old enough to cross the street by yourself. The only reason Rumpelstiltskin didn't kill you in front of Hook all those years ago is for this exact reason. He knew that if he raised you correctly that you wouldn't have a problem turning your back on your father and it would kill him." I slide down the bed to the floor, drawing my knees up to my chest and resting my forehead on them.
"Just go away." I can feel tears stinging my eyes and I don't want them to see me cry. I don't look up as I hear the door close, knowing it was only Cora who left. Hook sits next to me on the floor, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pulling me to his side, letting me bury my head in his shoulder—my face still hidden from his sight.
"I'm sorry you had to find all this out like this" he says softly, his thumb rubbing my arm in a soothing up and down motion. "I just don't think it is right for my daughter to be used." I sniffle, a few tears escaping and running down my cheeks. "Please, Vee, just think about what I said." After a few more minutes he gets up and leaves the cabin, locking the door once more.
"Morgan?" The voice floats from the grates in the floor just above Archie's head. "Morgan," he asks again a bit louder," are you okay?" I scoot over to peer down at him, knowing I'd be no help with my hands tied.
"Well, I've been better," I answer, voice rough from crying. "Do you think my papa is doing what they said? Is he using me to hurt Hook?" There's a pause while Archie tries to gather his thoughts.
"I think….Maybe it started out that way, but if Gold didn't actually love you, then he wouldn't protect you as fiercely as he does." I nod, leaning back against the wall and closing my eyes. "Have you been here this entire time?"
"What do you mean?" I've only been here a few hours, right?
"Morgan, you've been gone nearly all day." I scoff, staring at my bare feet with little interest. Hook returns a few minutes later, picking me up and putting me back on the bed, retying my hands to the headboard so I don't get any escape ideas. "Let her go! This isn't the way to make her trust you—it will only push her further away."
"You better listen to him, he's like a human conscience." I nod, eyes wide as I try to convince Hook. The pirate rolls his eyes, adjusting the blanket so that I am covered up. "A polite kidnapper, my lucky day."
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