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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
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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- 79-80
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Neverland
Rumple sits next to the Chief with a smile, listening as he tells the legend of how Neverland was created. He found the Indians fascinating, sitting with them for as long as he could and learning their ways. Thomas hated them though, he thought they were selfish for keeping the magical island a secret.
"Rumple," Thomas calls, voice cracking slightly at the end. It's been doing that a lot lately—the Chief says it's because Thomas is becoming a man. He would choose a new name soon, the name the tribe would recognize him as on his thirteenth birthday. Rumple had three years before he could choose his new name, but he was thinking about sticking with the one his parent's gave him.
Rumple runs over to his fried, walking with the teen through the never ending woods. "What name will you choose, Thomas?"
"I was thinking Peter Pan."
Storybrooke
I wake to find Hook standing in the doorway looking at the TV with his head tilted to the side. The beginning of Shrek is playing and it seemed like the animation had Hook baffled. I watch him until All Star finishes, the song catchy enough that Hook started to tap his foot in time with the rhythm. "Well, you may be an ass at times, but at least you have good taste where movies are concerned," I say, startling him.
"Do you think you can drive," he asks, walking over to the couch where I've been sleeping.
"Uh, yeah….Just let me get ready before I leave the house." Using the crutches, I manage to get to the bathroom and then up the stairs to get dressed—I choose a dress that's top half is white and the skirt is a sea foam green, a pair of winter tights with geometrical figures printed on them, and the black moccasin boots Papa bought me when I got back from the Enchanted Forest. Hook gives me a disapproving look when I hobble back into the den, helping me braid my thick hair so I stayed out of my face.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
"Clothes, daddy dearest, they're called clothes." I use the wall as a support while I pull my jacket on, grabbing the crutches again after I pocket my wallet and car keys. "Where am I taking you?"
"The police station; the Prince still has my hook." It's then I notice that in place of his stump, there's a hand attachment that looked stiff and unnatural. I lead him to the garage where the spare car was waiting; a dark blue Chevy that was only ever driven by me. "Are you sure you can drive?"
"Yeah, I use my right foot to do everything and it's the left one I messed up." I stuff the crutches in the backseat, getting behind the wheel and digging the keys out of my pocket. "Open the door—once I back out, shut the door again and climb in."
"Yes, ma'am." He pushes the garage door up, standing to the side so I wouldn't back into him. The purr of the engine makes me grin, shifting the gearshift to the R and backing out slowly, stopping once I'm on the street and facing the way I want to go. Hook gets in the passenger side, buckling his seatbelt as I shift into drive and press on the gas. It doesn't take long to arrive, Storybrooke being such a small town that it takes all of five minutes to get pretty much anywhere you want to go from Papa's house. "I'll be back in a moment."
I give him a mock salute, plugging a small connecting cable into the radio and my iPod so my music would be louder. One of Lana Del Rey's songs begins to play and I bob my head along with it, singing the lyrics that I can remember. It was featured in one of the newer American Horror Story episodes and I had bought it after hearing Jessica Lange singing it. "No one's gonna take my soul away, I'm living like Jim Morrison. Headed towards a fucked up holiday, motel spree sprees and I'm singing…."
"Those lyrics are foul." He sneers at the radio, hook back in place. "Now, where did the Dark One tell you Baelfire is?"
"Yeah, he programmed everything into my phone."
"How long until we can get there?"
"I can buy us two tickets and get there in a few hours."
"No need, I'll take my ship."
"I'm coming too, remember?" He holds out a hand and cups my cheek, obviously worried about something. "What is it?"
"You'll lose your memories if you cross the town line."
"Try again, Papa poured the potion on my necklace, so I can cross and still have my memories." He looks uncertain, but goes along with it all the same. A few hours later finds us sitting in the back of a taxi in New York idling outside an apartment building. "Papa," I breathe with a smile, spotting him just inside the doors. I get out first, but I'm slower than Hook because of my crutches. Just as I make it inside the doors, Hook brings his hook down and into Papa's chest. "No!"
"Time's up, Crocodile," he growls, pulling his bloodied hook out and letting Papa slide to the floor. How could I have been so stupid?! Hook wasn't the least bit interested in helping me find my brother, he just wanted to hurt my papa when he didn't have access to his magic. I fall to the ground, crutches forgotten as I crawl over to Papa with tears blinding me. "You took Milah and Vee, my love, my happiness. And for that, I now take your life." He raises his hook again, but Emma brigs a heavy trash can down on his head, knocking Hook out and saving Papa some pain.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, my voice breaking. "I'm so sorry!"
"Get up," Emma commands, kicking my crutches to me as she helps crouches down next to Papa.
"What the hell is going on," a man asks worriedly, coming down the steps that lead into the actual apartment building and over to us. He's of average height with brown hair and a strong build. It's clear that this is the man my papa's been looking for—he looks so much like Papa that it isn't funny. I can't answer him, just using the bench to help me stand up until I can get my crutches. "Who is that?" He points at me accusingly.
"One of your dad's enemies found us ad my best guess is that he tricked Morgan into bringing him here." This is definitely not the way I imagined meeting my brother for the first time. "Let's get him upstairs to your apartment, then we can figure out where to go from there." I look up at the stairs as they haul Papa to his feet. How the hell am I supposed to get all the way up there on crutches?
"I'll just….Wait here," I sniffle, sitting down on the bench.
"I'll come back down to help you," Emma says, grunting under Papa's weight. She hands me her handcuffs, nodding towards Hook before disappearing upstairs with Bae and Papa. Not hesitating, I cuff Hook's hands behind his back, sitting on the floor beside him while I wait for help. This isn't how any of this was supposed to go! I should have just bought the damn plane ticket and came here on my own, that way he wouldn't have known where to find Papa and none of this would've ever happened!
Hook lets out a groan when Emma starts back down the stairs and I don't waste any time knocking him back out using one of my crutches. "I didn't know…H-he said he was going to help me find my brother."
"I know, Morgan." She helps me up the stairs and directs me down the hall to where Bae lives. His apartment is as messy as my room, so we must get that from our mom.
"So," Bae starts awkwardly, sitting beside Papa on the couch," you're my little sister. My name's Neal, nice to know you didn't come out screwed up."
"Thanks?" I sit on the other side of Papa, taking one of his hands in mine and resting my head on his shoulder. Emma reappears a few minutes later, shutting the door behind her and walking over to Henry.
"I found a storage room and locked our stab-happy pirate in there," she tells us. He shouldn't be causing anyone else any problems ad get this—he had a map on him. It looks like he sailed his ship here."
"He did, it was weird and a little awkward since the last time I was on his ship a Giant was attacking your dad."
"Don't worry," Emma tells Henry gently," Hook isn't going to hurt any of us." I help Neal make Papa lay down on the couch, removing the top layer of his clothes so we can see the wound better.
"But is Mister Gold gonna be okay," Henry asks. I take a shaky breath, not knowing the true answer to that question as I had no magic in this world outside of Storybrooke.
"He's gonna be fine," Neal assures us, taking off his coat. "Come help me." I reluctantly leave Papa's side and follow Neal into the kitchen, taking washrags from him and holding them under the kitchen faucet so he can wet them. "Don't worry, Morgan, he's survived worse." I nod, taking the dry rags back over to Papa with Neal following behind me holding the wet ones. "We gotta get him to an E.R. fast."
The wound is no longer bleeding, but leaking yellow puss and the skin surrounding it is an angry red. "It's pointless," Papa gasps, looking at the puss covering a couple of his fingers.
"No it's not," I argue," we just have to figure out what it is and then we can fix you up."
"It's a poison of Hook's own making. There's no antidote in this world, it's not from here."
"There's always a way," Neal says quickly, trying to hold Papa in place. "There's gotta be a way to save you."
"There is."
"Storybrooke," Emma fills in," there's magic there now. We have to get him there."
"I'll get a car."
"No, no, no!" Papa stops Neal from moving with a hand on his arm. "We'll need something much faster than that. The ship."
"A pirate ship instead of a car," Emma asks skeptically. "Well that's great—the only person who can captain it wants you dead."
"I can do it," Neal frowns, kneeling beside me in front of Papa.
"My big brother can sail a pirate ship," I inquire. He shrugs, looking at me. "Awesome."
"What are you doing," Emma asks when Neal gets up and start rapidly typing something into his phone.
"Getting us a car," he responds distractedly.
"I thought we were taking the ship."
"We are, but we still have to get his ass to the ship. Morgan, why don't you go check on Henry for me?" I nod, giving Papa's hand a squeeze before walking into the next room where Henry is sitting. The ten year old looks up at me from his spot on the bed, jumping up the moment he spots me.
"What's going on," he asks.
"We're gonna still a pirate ship and sail back to Storybrooke," I answer, sitting on the bed and pulling him to sit down next to me. "I'm sorry all of this is happening, Henry—I just needed to see my brother at least once."
"I thought Mister Gold wasn't your dad."
"He's not, but Neal and I share a mom." His expression brightens slightly and he wraps his arms around my neck in a hug. I return it, rubbing his back a little before pulling away. "What was that for, Squirt?"
"I thought my aunt Mo-Mo deserved a hug." I point over my shoulder at the door, raising my brows. "Yep, Neal's my dad." Well, I'll be damned. The phone on the bedside table chirps to signal a text message and I let Henry go see what it was about. His eyes grow huge before he runs out of the room to his mom. I follow after him, wondering what the hell is wrong now. "Emma, you need to see this. It's a text from Mary-Margret."
"Bad news, Gold," she says when she finishes reading.
"What," Papa asks sarcastically," worse than incurable poison?" He's shaking worse than he was earlier and I move to sit next to him on the narrow couch, my hands tugging at the skirt of my dress.
"I don't know, you tell me. You got a dagger hidden somewhere in Storybrooke that's the source of all your power?"
"Get to your point."
"Cora's after it. The only way to stop her is have David and Mary-Margret get to it first." Papa lays his head back, closing his eyes in pain.
"Let Cora try."
"You can't seriously be willing to risk this, not with your son coming back with you to Storybrooke."
"Miss Swan, that dagger has not left my possession for centuries. It's not about to now." Emma sits in silence for all of two seconds before nudging me out of the way and asking my place on the couch.
"Here's the thing. You're dying….And right now we are your best hope. Time's come for you to start trusting someone." That's the thing though, Papa doesn't trust anyone no matter how long he's known them. I didn't know about the dagger until I turned fifteen. "If I were you, I'd start with family." Papa stays silent for a long time and I was certain that he would continue to do it until it was too late.
"Please," I whisper, crouching next to the couch and gripping his arm with both hands. "Why can't you trust me this once?" He opens his eyes, staring at me unsure of what to do. "I'll go stand outside if that's what you want, but you have to tell Emma so Cora can't control you."
"I want you to stay," he whispers harshly, grasping one of my hands. "The clock tower…Behind the glass and stuck to the minute hand." When Emma leaves to make the call, Papa shoos Henry out of the room so that it's just me and him. "I trust you, little bird." He looks me in the eye as he says this, giving my hand a faint squeeze. "I have since you were little, but it's dangerous for you to know things about me. My enemies would use you and I can't have you getting hurt because I told a secret. I love you."
"I love you too, Papa."
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