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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
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- 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
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- 75-75
- 76-76
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Storybrooke—Two Days Ago
Vincent—or Thomas as many knew him as—had thought his day would go pretty well today. The new lead in the school play was actually a Soprano so she could hit the notes needed and she was falling for him quickly. Back in the Enchanted Forest she was a nobleman's daughter, but here she was no better than an orphan and had no one to keep him away.
Aveena had been that way for a while when they were cursed, too scared to do anything until she decided to call his father's bluff and came out all the stronger for it. Sure, he found her attractive, but he could have any woman he wanted and right now, he wanted Kylie. She was tall, thin, and had great boobs—almost the exact opposite of Aveena.
He thinks back to his time spent with the Dark One's daughter fondly, she was a virgin when they first got together and he could tell the first time he coaxed her into his bed; she was inexperienced and a pain in the ass. He sighs, walking between two buildings the get to the school auditorium when all of a sudden, he's being pushed against the wall by magic. It pins him in place as another boy steps out of the shadows.
He's average height for a teenager, skinny with short dark blonde hair and dressed in strange clothing. He was handsome and there was a dark air about him that let Vincent know this man was as dangerous, if not more so, than Mordred. "Who are you," Vincent asks, proud when his voice sounds stronger than he felt.
"That's none of your concern," the boy smiles menacingly. "The only thing you need to worry about is keeping your disgusting hands off my prize." Vincent's dark brows furrow, wondering who this guy was talking about. Could he be a friend of Kylie's that he didn't know about? "Aveena will be mine in the end and I don't need you screwing her up." The boy releases Vincent from his hold and watches as he sprints out of the alley without a backwards glance.
Pan smiles, knowing Aveena would be crucial in his plans until Henry realized that he was a lost boy. She would also make Rumpelstiltskin hurt and Pan desperately wanted to hurt his childhood friend for what he did all those years ago.
Storybrooke—Present
"Are you okay," Snow asks, running over to us as we get off the ship. I struggle to get out of the smaller boat on crutches, but Henry and Emma make sure I don't fall out.
"I drove a ship," Henry tells his grandma excitedly.
"Did you now," David asks, getting on Papa's right and helping Neal support him.
"Yeah, my dad showed me how."
"That's…Me," Neal adds, helping Papa to sit on the tailgate of David's truck.
"Is Cora trying to control you with the dagger?"
"Oh, you'd know if she was," Papa answers in a strained voice. "Because most of you would be dead by now."
"Well then," Snows says," we'll just have to take the fight to her before that can happen. And this time, finish it." I'm not the only one to send a partially shocked look at the do-gooder, not expecting her to say anything like that since she's known to be the 'let them live' person in this group.
"Mary-Margret," David starts, but she interrupts him.
"David she needs to be stopped. She needs to be killed. This is our family, we are going to protect it." She needs to stop kidnapping people, but need and will are two totally different things especially when we're dealing with Cora. I climb into the back of the truck to sit slightly behind Papa, wincing when I put weight on my injured leg.
"Will you make a deal with me," I ask him softly. He cocks a brow at my question, nodding for me to continue. "Next time you piss off someone with magical powers, make sure they're not all Dingo ate my baby crazy." He snorts, leaning his head back and taking deep breaths, but agreeing with another nod all the same.
"I don't want to interrupt the tender moment," Papa says when it looks like David's and Mary-Margret's conversation was never going to end. "But I feel a bit stronger. Take me back to my shop, there's magic there that can protect us."
"Let me guess," Henry speaks up as the guys help Papa so that he's in the cab of the truck. "I get to go with Ruby?" I stay where I am in the bed, Snow and Neal joining me while Emma, Papa, and David ride up front. Ruby is taking my car with Henry back to Granny's so he wouldn't be hurt.
"You don't look like our parents," Neal says when David starts the truck and begins to drive.
"Depends on which parent of mine you're talking about," I sigh," Papa is my….Adoptive father, but Hook is the one that helped make me." His mouth opens a little as he nods in understanding. "So my mom never died after all."
"She ran off with a pirate, after that I'm not so sure. Papa may have killed her or Hook may just be prissy because I keep claiming Papa as my dad."
"Are you two…" snow trails off, gesturing between Neal and I. "You're brother and sister?"
"Half-siblings, yeah. Henry was thrilled."

Papa groans as he sinks down on the cot in the back, trying to stay sitting up and clutching his cane tightly. "Emma," he asks," did you find it?" The blonde hold up an empty jar for his inspection, looking skeptical.
"Yeah, there's nothing in it." She shakes it for emphasis, but something rattles around inside it. "What the hell?" I switch my gaze between Papa and Emma, Papa looking unsurprised at the noise. Emma reaches inside, feeling around the large jar before pulling her hand out, looking as though she was holding something between her thumb and forefinger even though we could see nothing.
"Invisible chalk—use it in the front doorway." He gestures with the hand not holding his cane. "Draw a line. The rest of you? You might want to prepare for battle." I hold out my hand, Excalibur flying through the shop and into my hand. "You remember your lessons with the sword? That special trick I showed you?"
"Let Excalibur have control and I'll never miss the target," I confirm with a nod," Though, these crutches make sword fighting difficult."
"Go stand over in that corner for a moment, absorb some magic and at least heal your arm and leg enough to fight." I do just that and when I'm finished, the pain in my leg has faded to a dull throb and I no longer needed the bulky green cast. I use a bit more magic to remove it, the hardened plaster falling to the floor and the skin revealed peeling slightly from the ruler I had stuck down there to scratch it.
"Morgan," David calls," come check outside with me, I could use another sword." I give him a thumbs up, patting Papa's shoulder, then following David out of the shop. We look for any sign of a threat or weakness that would allow Regina and Cora into the shop. "Are you any good with that?"
"I should be, I've been practicing with it since I was seven." Making one last round, we reenter the shop, walking over to Emma and Neal, and right into a tense staring contest.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah," Emma responds a little too quickly," everything's fine." She bends her head down, scratching the chalk line in front of the door that leads outside. The line is as invisible as the chalk and I hope Papa knows what he's talking about. Once she was finished, we join Papa and Snow in the back again. "I drew the invisible line. I think. What now? You cast a protection spell?"
"No, no," Papa shakes his head," you're going to do that for me. I'm relying on you." I couldn't help but think that, if this were a movie, the dramatic music would swell at this moment. Is Emma even trained in magic? I mean, it took her a few months to believe in magic enough to save her kid!
"I can't cast a spell. I can spell 'spell'." Snow leaves the room and I force Papa to lie down, propped up by the pillows with one hand still clutching his cane like a lifeline.
"You can, it's in you." Emma has a helpless expression on her face and I can't help but feel bad for her.
"How? Here? Like, from my brain?"
"Just try." She squeezes her eyes closed, intense concentration obvious on her face. "Stop thinking!" Papa shoots up in bed, looking as though he wanted to smack Emma with his cane. "Conjuring magic is not an intellectual endeavor—Aveena was doing it when she was two. It's emotion. You must ask yourself, 'why am I doing this?' 'Who am I protecting?' Feel it." She turns her back to us and a few minutes later I could feel her magic as it took effect. "You feel it?"
His voice is calmer now as he lays back down, his stress levels coming down a few notches. "Yeah, I think I did." She faces us again with a smile.
"Good girl, very good girl." I let out a whimper as a tremor shakes the shop and everything in it, taken by surprise at the powerful magic and the fear. Papa holds onto my arm, sending a small, soothing wave of his magic into me to calm me down.
"It's them," David informs us, poking his head around the corner. "Regina and Cora, they're here." He walks in long enough to give his daughter a sword before joining Snow again in the other room—Neal, Emma, and I joining him. We take up out positions in front of the main display case a few feet away from the door, raising our weapons as it slams open. So much for the protection spell.
Regina and Cora enter the shop, an air of determination clinging to them like the dark magic does. They're here for a reason and we all know what it is. Clenching my jaw, I hold onto Excalibur tightly and let go of control. The sword knows what to do, all it needs is someone to hold it—someone like me that it is familiar with.
"Regina," Emma warns," think about what you're doing."
"Don't talk to me," the dark-haired woman scowls. A ball of flames come to life in her hand, spurring David to run forward and stab at her with his sword only to have to jump back to avoid the blast and then be thrown out of the store by magic, the door slamming shut behind him. Cora throws Emma out of her way with a flick of her wrist, disappearing when Neal moves to attack and dropping Papa's dagger.
I stand in front of Regina when she tries to go after Emma, the sword raised and settled under her chin. "I actually don't want to hurt you," I say in a threatening tone," but you make one more move and this sword's going through your throat." She smirks, her magic surrounding me and tossing me across the store before I could react. My back hits the wall hard and I fall through one of the display cases, glass cutting me in numerous places and the stitches in my forehead bursting open—the blood from that stings when it reaches one of my eyes, but I ignore it as I climb out.
At this point, Emma has a dagger to Regina's throat and Cora had to decide between her daughter's life of the dagger lying between her and my brother. "What's it gonna be," Neal asks," Choose wisely." She looks between them before using magic to retrieve the dagger. The second it reaches her hand, Emma pushes Regina into them and sends them both falling.
"Fall back to Gold," Emma shouts," I have the chalk!" Neal grabs my wrist in one hand and tugs me along after him as he follows Emma into the back room. Emma uses the chalk to make a line, a wavy barrier springing up in the doorway to keep the other women out as we retreat further back into the room. Emma's cell begins to ring and she answers it quickly. "David? For now. I've got the spell up in the back room." Emma looks around the room before speaking back into the phone. "She's not with you?"
"What's going on," I ask when she hangs up and stuffs the phone back in her pocket.
"Mary-Margret's missing." Why can't she just stay in one place instead of running off all the time? "There's nothing we can do about it now; David's gonna try and find her."
"It's getting weaker," Neal says, looking at us," she's gonna get through." I can feel the shield weaken too, Cora's magic overpowering it.
"Maybe it's for the best," Papa says softly, his eyes closed. "At least this cursed power will pass from this world."
"No." Neal sets his sword down and comes to stand next to me in front of Papa. "No, you're not dying."
"I am dying, that much is certain. I need to talk to Belle." He's breathing hard now, like it's hard to catch his breath and he wants to use the last of it to talk to the women he'd fallen in love with. "Little bird, please." He holds out a hand and I quickly dial Belle's number and hand him my phone.
"Who the hell's Belle?"
"Papa's girlfriend," I answer my brother. "If things ever calm down around here, we can add her as our second mom."
"I know that you're confused about who you are," Papa says into the phone, wheezing between words as the poison makes its way through his body and ravishes his lungs. "So I'm going to tell you. You are a hero who helped your people; you're a beautiful woman who loved an ugly man—really, really loved me. You find goodness in others, and when it's not there, you create it. You make me wanna go back; back to the best version of me." I stare down at my boots as he continues, depression already beginning to set in. "And that never happened before. So when you look in the mirror and you don't know who you are….That's who you are." He's crying now and his next words are said in a whisper. "Thank you, Belle."
And then he hangs up, hand falling in his lap as tears fall down his cheeks and our barrier grows weaker still. I take the phone from him and slide it back in my pocket, holding his hand in both of mine and biting my lip to keep it from trembling. I probably won't live long once Cora gets in, she'll kill everyone in this room. "Didn't know you had that in you," Neal says, clearing his throat.
"Oh, I am full of love. I've spent a lifetime looking for you….For a chance to say I love you. And I'm sorry." Neal looks at the ground, looking as though he was trying to stay put together as hard as I was.
"I didn't think you would go back on our deal."
"I just made the wrong choice." He holds out his free hand towards Neal. "May I?"
"I'm still angry." Neal's tone is one of a heartbroken child that had just been told his puppy was dead.
"I know." And that's all it took to make him break down. Neal grabs Papa's hand just as I did, kneeling beside him with his head resting against Papa's. He pulls me closer so we're all together, the tears falling freely as I hug my little, broken family.
"I love you," I whimper through the sobs. "I love you both." Seconds before the barrier falls, I give Papa one last kiss before standing with the other two, Excalibur in hand just as Cora storms inside.
"You three, out of the way." She waves her hand, dark purple magic swirling around us and taking us away from the shop. When it clears again Emma, Neal, and I are on a path in the woods.
"What the hell?"
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