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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
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- 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
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- 48-48
- 49-49
- 50-50
- 51-51
- 52-52
- 53-53
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- 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
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I look up as Neal walks in my room, setting Fidget down on the floor as I sit up. Doctor Whale had confined me to bed as punishment for disobeying his orders of staying off my feet and Papa was going along with it because I bought into Hooks lies and nearly killed him. "What'cha watching, Kiddo," he asks, plopping down on the bed next to me. I nod at the TV, taking a bagel and cup of hot chocolate from him.
"It isn't very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living," I say along with the character on Hannibal, smiling afterwards.
"Nice, my father murders people because it gives him thrills and my little sister watches a show where a guy murders and eats people because it gives him thrills." I give Neal a laugh, resting my head on his shoulder. He grins down at me, stealing some popcorn out of the bowl sitting on my lap. "So, you're only on the first season of Hannibal?"
"I'm downloading season two as we speak." I toss half of the bagel down to Fidget and the other half to Pup, watching the cat eat it in a refined manner and the dog tear into it without abandon. "So how'd the, uh, family meeting go?"
"A little awkward, but Henry seems to like Tamara." He notices the scarf still wrapped around my wrist, picking at the cream colored fabric to see the pattern sewn into it better. "I know this…It was our mother's."
"Yeah, Hook dropped it when he climbed up the beanstalk and I've had it ever since." I study his face for a few moments, taking note of the worry and stress etched there. "So why was the meet and greet awkward?" He clears his throat, kicking off his shoes so he can put his feet up on the bed, ankles crossed as he focuses his gaze on the flat screen situated across from my bed. "Come on," I groan childishly," I have to live my life through you until Whale and Papa decide I've learned my lesson!"
"I told Tamara about the Enchanted Forest."
"Are you nuts?!" I slap his shoulder, drawing Pup's attention. The big dog jumps up on the bed, laying his head on my feet protectively as he looks at Neal. "You can't just blurt out to the lady you're about to marry that you're from a different land and your father's Rumpelstiltskin! That's how people wind up in the loony bin!" I press a hand against my forehead. "God, I must be the only sane one in this family."
"Speaking of family….Hook's on the run."
"The only way this situation could get any worse is if Regina tries to cast another curse." He winces at that, rubbing the back of his neck.
"About that…."
"Are you kidding me?!" I throw my hands up in the air, falling back against my pillows with a huff. "Where the hell was I when this was happening?"
"The hospital, I think Whale was X-raying your arm to make sure your magic did a good enough job." He pokes my right arm gently. "Apparently you did pretty well." I scoff, focusing back on the beauty of Hugh Dancy, wondering why there were no available people around here that looked as good as him. "He wasn't very happy about redoing your stitches, though."
"Neither was I, these things itch like crazy." I reach up to rub the line of thread above my left eyebrow until Neal pulls my hand away. "At least the glass from the case I fell through only gave me minor cuts, those I can heal without any fussing." Fidget meows softly, climbing back up and curling up in Neal's lap. "Weird, normally he hates anyone who isn't me."
"Well, your cat has great taste in humans." I reach out a hand, scratching the top of the black cat's head and smiling when I hear him begin purring. "Him and Pup seem to get along, is there a trick there?" I shrug, making an 'I don't know' noise. Why did these two get along so well? "Great, now you look suspicious. They're animals, Morgan, they're not in cahoots and planning on robbing a bank or anything." He pauses for a second, brows furrowing. "I can't believe I just used the word cahoots."
"I can, all old people use words like that." Neal flicks me with a laugh and I throw a handful of popcorn at him. That little action starts a popcorn war, Fidget and Pup eating any that lads on the floor and that's how Neal and I spent the rest of the afternoon—catching up, eating, and watching TV reruns.

"So," Whale starts as puts his stuff back into his bag," what will you not be doing for the next few days?" He gives me a stern look, daring me to say something other than what he wants to hear.
"I will not be doing strenuous things, I will not be confronting evil sorceresses that want my whole family slaughtered, and I will not finish off another gallon of ice cream by myself because it's not healthy." I have my hand up in there air as I recite the words, looking Whale in the eyes so he knew I was telling the truth. "If I do any of these things I will check myself into the hospital where I will be forced to watch the Twilight saga until my eyes are bleeding. Satisfied now?" The handsome nods, standing up and patting the top of my head.
"Good girl; I'll call you in about an hour to see if you're still following the rules." With him gone, I get off my bed and pull on my coat and boots before going outside to walk around. The cool fresh air is nice compared to being inside all day. Smiling, I speed up a little, nearly skipping as I make my way to the center of town where all the shops are.
I wasn't paying much attention as I was walking, though because I bumped into someone and would've fallen if they hadn't caught my arm at the last minute. "Sorry, I wasn't—"
My eyes widen when I see who the person is and what they're wearing. "It's not a problem," Belle smiles. Her red-brown hair is up in a messy bun and she's dressed in an outfit that looked like it belonged on Ruby.
"What, uh…." I shake my head, mouth opening and closing a few times before I could form a sentence. "Did you raid Ruby's closet or something? I've never seen you dressed like that before." Belle gives a short laugh, shaking her head.
"I don't think I'm who you thought I was."
"No, you are who I think you are, just…." I turn my head to the side. "Not that person."
"Okay, well, I have to get going now." If I thought I was shocked before, then it was nothing compared to the shock I felt when she walked into the Rabbit Hole—a sleazy bar that Vincent frequented after tournaments. Speak of the devil, I think with a frown when the teen I had just been thinking about walks out. He turns his head to watch Belle as she walks in, looking every bit the pervert I knew he was.
His look darkens when he sees me and the fear I'd always associated with him came flying back. Unconsciously, my hand moves to clutch at the necklace I always wore, wanting nothing more than to have Papa fid me right this instant. As he walks towards me, I turn and run as well as I can on the still tender leg, but Vincent catches up quickly. He takes hold of my elbow and drags me into an alley. "What the hell is wrong with you," he snarls, pushing me against a wall.
"Me? You're the one assaulting people!" He delivers a sharp slap to my cheek, my head snapping to the side from the force of it. I guess I can add that to my growing list of things to heal later. Vincent shoves me against the wall again, clutching a fistful of my shirt to keep me in place.
"You might be the Dark One's kid, but that doesn't give you the right to sick your bodyguard on me!" I stare up at him, wondering if all the alcohol and weed had finally made him snap. "Don't give me that look, that guy attacked me last week while I was walking to school. Said he didn't want me screwing up his prize—whatever the hell that means."
"What did he look like?"
"A little shorter than me, skinny, and dressed like a freak. He used his magic to pin me up against the wall." His brow is furrowed now, confusion replacing the dark fury. "You seriously don't know, do you?"
"Do you think I'd be taking this if I had a bodyguard?" I hit his chest hard, making him stumble back a few feet. "You stupid bastard! Why would I sick someone on you when I could hurt you myself? Jesus, you idiot!" Vincent growls, grabbing me by my hair and hauling me against him.
"You should be nicer to people who can kick your ass, Morgan." Most people would consider his tone seductive, a dark edge that would send a shiver down their spines, but it only disgusted me. Maybe this is why I didn't like Hook at first, he spoke to women like they were pieces of meat instead of human beings—he used the same tone Vincent used when the teen was still abusing me.
"I thought my warning was clear." The familiar voice makes me tense, memories of a late night visitor from years ago rushing to the forefront of my mind. Vincent lets go of me quickly as the other teen walks over to us. His dark grin is enough to make Vincent try to run, but with just a flick of his wrist Vincent was dead on the ground. "Hello, Aveena, you've certainly grown up."
"Peter Pan," I gasp, sinking to my knees. He's found me again.
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