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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
- 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
- 80-81
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Gold
Gold raises his hand, a ball of flame burning there ad ready to throw. Hook had ruined everything and all he wanted in that moment was to make the pirate feel true pain, to kill him slowly and watch his body writhe under the fire before it completely consumed him and turned him into ash. In his blind rage, he never registered that Aveena was between them, that she would take the worst of it all if her released his magic.
Only by luck did she survive, an incoming car forcing Gold to grab Belle and jump out of the way as the vehicle hit Hook and Aveena before crashing into a large boulder on the side of the road. He didn't see Hook turn at the last moment to somewhat protect Aveena or that Aveena went up in the air all the same. She would be seriously hurt, but all he could focus on in that moment was the fury he felt at Hook for shooting Belle and the anguish in knowing that Belle no lingered remembered their time together.
"Who are you," Belle asks in a panicked tone, trying to back away from him and failing because of the hole in her shoulder. "What's going on?" He tries to calm her down, but it's so hard when he's verging on panic himself.
"No, no, l-let me," he pleads. He holds onto her injured arm gently, running a hand just above it and stitching the flesh and muscle back together using his magic. The look of absolute terror on her face afterwards is enough to make his face crumble as he tried to keep it together for her sake. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He didn't notice anyone had arrived until Charming and Snow were near them, Charming checking on him and Snow going to Belle.
"Are you okay," Charming asks, helping him to stand. "What's going on?"
"She crossed over the line. She doesn't remember."
"….His one true love gone in an instant," he hears Hook shout, sparking his anger once more. "Just like Milah, Crocodile when you took her from me!" God storms over, his foot smashing into Hook's face and forcing him back to the ground.
"When you took her first!"
"Gold, are you insane," Swan shouts as her father comes up behind Gold and hauls him off Hook.
"Yes I am," he grunts, trying to murder the man that destroyed his life.
"You don't want Belle to see that!" And then Gold paused, wondering why she hadn't mentioned Aveena. Why would she only say that he wouldn't want Belle to see him murder someone when Aveena is here too? He pushes the pair away from him, looking around desperately. "What is it now?"
"Aveena was here. Where is my daughter?" The panic is back as he looks around, running down into the ditch when he notices something white against the dark mud. Aveena is lying in the mud, rain soaking her clothes and making her dark hair stick to her face. She looked so terrible lying there and for a moment he thought she was dead. He stumbles down to her, kneeling at her side to examine the stint of her injuries.
There's a deep cut on her forehead, her right arm was broken again—the dent there and it's awkward angle were enough to prove that, her knee was swollen inside her torn pants, and there were several small cuts and bruises everywhere. "Over here," Snow calls out, joining him seconds later and helping the EMT's load his daughter onto a stretcher. Snow places a hand on his shoulder, squeezing a little.
"My daughter…?"
"She's alive and she's going to need you with her at the hospital. I'll take care of Belle, don't worry." He nods absently, getting shakily to his feet and making his way up the slope to his car. Wait, you shouldn't drive like this. David will drive you to the hospital." Swallowing hard, he gets into the passenger's seat of his car and stares straight ahead, realizing what could have happened had that car not come along. He would have incinerated his daughter, killed her without a second thought because his enemy was so close and had ruined so much. Maybe, Gold thinks to himself as a tear slides down his cheek, just maybe I really am the beast people claim me to be.
At the hospital Charming orders Gold to stay in the car, running inside after everyone else to make sure things went as smoothly as he could make them. It takes Gold a few minutes to snap out of his daze, but the second he recognizes where he is, he jumps out of the car and makes his way inside. His bad leg was throbbing worse than usual because of the strain he's put on it today and the bad weather, but it only slowly him down slightly as he limps inside.
"Belle," he calls upon seeing the brunette when he turns the corner," what's going on here?" David puts a hand on his shoulder, nudging him a little to get him to move.
"Get him out of here," Charming shouts, hoping one of the male nurses would hear and get the hint.
"What's happening to Belle and my daughter?!"
"I'd like to know that myself," the dwarf, Leroy comments angrily, coming to stand next to David incase Gold got past. Gold struggles to get by the two men and follow the stretcher his daughter was on at least if they wouldn't let him go to Belle, but David and Leroy were physically stronger than him at the moment.
"Everybody," Whale says loudly when he joins the fray," calm down." The blonde doctor turns to face Gold. "Mister Gold, everything will be fine, they're in good hands here." The stench of alcohol on the man's breath made Gold nervous, but he knew there was nothing he could do as long as Charming thought he'd go straight to Hook and finish the job. "I promise." He nods, moving to the waiting room and taking a seat, tapping his cane on the floor nervously.
If he could just go see his daughter, he could have her healed up and ready to go home. Belle is a different matter entirely, but he's sure that a spell or potion existed somewhere that would help her regain her memory. His foot joins the cane in tapping out a nervous rhythm, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his thoughts grow even more desperate. He needs to get back there—to at least see how Belle is doing even if she doesn't remember him.
"Mister Gold," a petite nurse say, a cup of something steaming in her hands. He looks up at her, sees the fear in her eyes and for once gets no pleasure from it. "I-I brought you some hot chocolate, you looked like you needed it."
"Thank you," he whispers, taking the cup from her and looking down at the soft brown liquid. The warmth it provided was welcome, spreading from the very tips of his fingers throughout the rest of his body when he takes a sip. The last time he'd drank hot chocolate was last winter when everyone was snowed in. He and Aveena had curled up in his large bed where it was warmest, they'd had mugs of hot chocolate, flashlights, and a stack of books to read to each other.
Even when the electricity came back on, they had stayed there until their mugs were empty and Aveena was fast asleep, her head on his chest. The memory brings a fresh wave of tears, being one of the few purely good ones he has. You don't know love until you experience the unconditional love that a child is capable of. They love you with everything they have, something very few adults are capable of. Aveena was no different, she had spent all the time she could with him—sitting at his feet on a pillow while he spun, playing with her dolls; watching with her head on her arms as he mixed a brand new potion; giving a shout of joy when he'd started her sword training.
He had very few memories that didn't involve the child in some way once he'd taken her. Babies take up a lot of time and energy even when you have a woman to take care of them. He as the only one able to put her to sleep at nights and the only one able to calm her after the reoccurring nightmare about a shadow man coming in through her window. Gold needed her back or he might just snap.
Killian Jones
Killian wakes with a grunt, the pain hitting him harder than he had expected it to. He half-expected to wake up on the side of the road again where he had slipped into unconsciousness, but instead he was greeted by a strange smell that burned his nose, an unfamiliar room, and Emma Swan sitting by his legs. While that was a pleasant image, he couldn't help but wonder where the hell he was. "Where's Cora," the blonde asks.
"What?" He goes to run his hand over his face, but his hand is jerked to a stop. Looking down, he spots the familiar metal bindings chaining his wrist to the bed. He sighs, give Emma a look that he had given her on several occasions in the short amount of time they've known each other. "Again? You're really into this, aren't you?" She gives him a wry smile in answer. Maybe if he tried the seduction route, she would unchain him. Trying to sit up causes pain to sear through him, falling back into the laying position he'd woke up in with a soft laugh. "Damn, that hurts."
"Told ya." She stands up so she has the higher ground, looking down at him. "You cracked a few ribs." He's certain the crocodile caused at least one of them earlier when he used that blasted cane. "Where's Cora?"
"You look good, I must say, all 'where's Cora' in a commanding voice. Chills."
"You have all sorts of sore places, I can make you hurt." Is that a promise? He smiles up at her, trying to be his usual charming self while ignoring part of the aching. She leans towards him suddenly, which makes him flinch and in turn hurt himself. She smiles again and he realizes that she really was immune to his tactics. Strange, they've never failed him before. He groans, shifting a little and glaring up at her.
"I have no idea where Cora is; she has her own agenda. Let's talk about something I am interested in—my hook." He raises the unchained arm for her to see the bandaged stump. "May I have it back? Or is there another attachment you'd prefer." He couldn't help it, he would have this woman if it killed him and he would figure out the way into that guarded heart of hers.
"You're awfully chipper for a guy that just failed to kill his enemy, then got him and his daughter hit by a car." He knew Aveena was alright, Swan wouldn't be talking to him if she wasn't, though that didn't stop him from worrying.
"Well, my ribs may be broken, but…." He glances down then back up at her meaningfully. "Everything else is still intact, which is more than can be said for other bad days I've had. Plus I did some quality damage to my foe."
"You hurt Belle and Morgan."
"I hurt his heart, Belle is where he keeps it and Vee was an accident. I would never knowingly injure my daughter." Emma leans forward with a sigh, her hands resting on his bed.
"Keep smilin', buddy. You're chained down; he's on his feet, immortal, has magic, and you hurt his girls. If I were to pick dead guy of the year? I'd pick you." Killian gives her a sarcastic smile, letting her get to the door of his room before his curiosity and concern got the better of him.
"How's my daughter?"
"Pretty banged up—broken arm, sprained knee, and she'll need stitches. If you had just left them alone, she'd probably be at home right now instead of in a hospital bed." With that, Swan leaves the room and Killian stares up at the ceiling. The important fact is that Aveena will be okay and the Dark One was hurting. Unfortunately, Killian is hurting too and in more ways than one.
"Way to go, Jones," he grumbles," you've just ruined any chance of escaping this place with your daughter." He looks around the room, taking note of the strange devices he was hooked up to in confusion. The smell he'd noticed earlier was worse than ever and he wondered if they had sprayed the foul stuff in here just to torment him.
Gold
Whale walks up to Gold as he comes downstairs from checking on Aveena—the teen passed out from pain medication and blissfully unaware of her surroundings—and the man knows it can mean nothing good. "You fixed me," Whale says," fix him." Gold knew who he was talking about, the man that hit Hook and Aveena. The last thing he wanted to do was miraculously heal the man that helped put his daughter on morphine. No thank you. "It will take you seconds and cost you nothing."
He pretends to think about it for a second, taking in the varying expressions of the group behind Whale before answering. "No." He turns to walks away and barely manages to get two feet when Whale opens his mouth again.
"No….Just no?"
"No," Gold repeats for emphasis. "I owe you nothing, Whale. I owe none of you anything." The golden heroes come forward, Swan leading them. "And some of you owe me, so yeah—just no. Oh, and point of interest, the driver, he saw me throwing some magic. So instead of trying to get him out of here you better be hoping he dies because if he doesn't, he's gonna be driving tour buses up and down main street. So glad I don't give a damn."
It felt good to get it all off his chest and let some of the frustration out. This time he was able to walk out of the hospital uninterrupted, knowing his daughter would be out of it until tomorrow at the earliest.
The Next Morning
Gold stares down at the chipped tea cup, wondering if it could be part of the puzzle to help Belle regain her memories. It had played a significant role in getting them to realize their feelings before, so why should it not do the trick a second time? When the bell above his shop door jingles, he puts the cup down and looks up.
The door is still shut and when he walks over to check, he can see that the door is locked as he had left it when he came in. So why would the bell move on its own? He's given pause when he turns, a case sitting on the counter that hadn't been there seconds ago. He walks over to it, hand hovering over the lid. "Hello, Rumple," a feminine voice greets from behind him. It's a voice he'd hoped never to hear again, but he of all people should know that bad things come in pairs.
"Well, I expected this was just a matter of time." He faces Cora, schooling his expression into one of boredom. "Had hoped you were dead, but hey, disappointment's just part of life; I'm sure we can agree on that."
"Oh, the crocodile snaps at the little bird. And after a brought you a gift." She gestures at the box, the smile on his face putting him on edge.
"Yeah, did you bring the antidote too?"
"Rumple, it's a peace offering."
"And what do you want for this, uh…This peace offering." Everything comes with a price and he wasn't about to jump in bed with the devil before knowing what that price was. Cora's smile fades into one of determined sadness.
"My daughter. You were so clever to get her to lay the curse so that you could come here. You don't need her anymore, let me try to get her back and let us live." He smiles sardonically, his hands resting on top of his cane.
"And what do I get for my troubles?"
"Your son." Those words wipe the smile off his face and he notices her tilt her head towards the box behind him. He had a vague notion of what he would find when he opened it, but it still didn't prepare him for the rush of hope that filled his heart at the sight. "You know what that is, of course."
"It'll find him." He takes another moment to study the white globe before he turns to looks at Cora again. "If this one truly is it."
"Oh, darling, I have absolutely no reason to cheat you."
"Anymore." She too close for comfort now and Gold just wants her to back away.
"I want you to find the one person in this universe who might still love you." He has to look away for a moment, not wanting her to see him vulnerable. "After all, I'm doing the same thing." Deciding to risk it, he looks at Cora again.
"Do you have any spells that return memories?"
"I only know what you taught me." She takes a breath, forcing a smile for him. "Master." She walks forward some more. "So, will you accept my offer of a truce?" He thinks it over, weighing the pros and cons against one another before holding out his hand for her to shake.
"Truce." She takes it, her thumb rubbing circles on the top of his hand.
"Let's seal it like we used to." He allows her to lean forward and press her lips against his, he even kissed her back, but he had to swallow down bile the entire time. Once upon a time he might have welcomed the kiss, but now it just felt like he was being unfaithful to Belle.

Gold holds the tea cup up for Belle to see, giving her a smile as he recalled the exact moment he started to fall for her. "I know you don't remember," he says softly," but just indulge me, please." She takes the cup from him, holding it in both hands with an uninterested expression. "Be careful with it."
"It's, uh, it's a cup," she tells him, looking at him like he was crazy. "It's damaged."
"Just look at it. Focus." He taps it with one finger, drawing her gaze back to the cup. "It's your talisman."
"It's a cup."
"You dropped it in my castle and you were afraid that you had angered me." He could tell that she was getting upset, but he needed her so badly to remember.
"Okay, y-you need to go and take your cup." She tries to force it into his hand, but he pushes it back to her.
"I just charmed it. If you focus, it will work. It's magic."
"Just go away! Stop talking about magic and take your cup!"
"Just look at it." As her frustration reaches its peak, she grabs the cup and flings it across the room, the delicate porcelain shattering against the wall along with most of his hopes of getting his Belle back.
"Just go," she begs," just go away!" He nods with a whispered apology, walking out of the room and leaving the cup behind. If it couldn't give Belle her memories back, what use was there in keeping it around?
Back at his shop, Gold carries the orb into the backroom so he could do this undisturbed. He sets it on his desk, staring at it for a moment before working up the courage to prick his finger on the bronze needle set at the top. Ignoring the stinging, he lets a drop of the blood land on the globe, the foggy exterior glowing as light red color makes up a map of the world and a small dark red spot pinpoint which state his son can be found in. "Bae." With the location in mind, he decides that it's past time Miss Swan paid her debt to him.
He pushes the loft door open and steps inside, taking in the picture of a happy family about to eat breakfast together with a bit of jealousy. "Gold," Emma says, startled.
"You remember that favor you owe me, Miss Swan?"
"Yeah."
"I'm cashing it in." Charming comes to stand next to his daughter, the protectiveness obviously kicking in.
"It's not—"
He holds up a finger to interrupt her. "You do honor your agreements, don't you?" Henry walks over next, looking at Gold curiously. The boy curbs his anger slightly, but only just. "I need to find someone, so we're leaving today—pack a bag." He'd already told Aveena and, while she hadn't been happy about it, she knew there was no way she could travel comfortably while confined to a wheelchair.
"Leaving," Snow repeats, joining the rest of her family.
"Where," Henry asks.
"To find someone…Who," Emma asks.
"My son," Gold answers simply. "And it has to be today because every minute I'm here is another minute closer to me killing Hook, so it's really best for all concerned that I leave and you're gonna come with me. Oh, and, um, we have a long history." He gestures at Snow and her husband while he talks. "So know this and know it to be true, if any harm comes to Belle or Aveena while I'm gone, I'm killing all of you. I'll see you at noon."
I'm coming, Bae, I'm going to find you again and I won't let you go this time.
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