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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
- 81-82
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Storybrooke
I slap Pan's hand away, getting back to my feet and sprinting out of the alley, his voice following me. "You can't run forever, Aveena!" I do just that, running straight to Papa's shop where I knew I would find him, but I didn't expect to find him with his tongue down Belle's—or Lacey's—throat. How did she even get here so fast? No kid needs those mental scars, but I push that away for the time being.
"Papa," I gasp, leaning in the doorway and making him pay attention to me. "H-he's here, he's I Storybrooke!"
"I'm a bit busy, Aveena, I'll be home later and we can talk then," Papa says, pushing me back out the door and shutting it in my face.
"You won't be able to do that when Pan shows up," I scream at the door, kicking it in frustration when I don't get a response from him. Why wasn't he the least bit freaked out about Belle's sudden change? I know I am and I didn't even spend much time with her! Wait a second, she must be the reason he's been coming home later and later. Working extra hours at the shop, my ass!
The only other place I can think of to go until Papa pulls his head out of his ass is the docks. Maybe someone will be there that I can talk to. The walk there seems slow as the wind grows progressively colder, my nose beginning to sting even as I rub to get some heat back. It seems that my nose is the least of my problems though when I notice my brother's fiancée sneaking into the cannery with a pipe in hand.
There's only one reason she would need a pipe in that place—one, there's a fish in there that won't die and she needs to sneak up and whack it or two, she's sneaking up on a person she's intending to whack. Either way, whoever gets hit by that thing is gonna have a massive headache come morning. "What did Doctor Whale say," I grumble to myself as I begin jogging towards the cannery. "Don't be doing strenuous things—I'm pretty sure confronting a possible fish murderer is exactly that." I'm going to regret this later, I just know it.
I peak around the corner when I reach the building, looking inside and finding Emma lying unconscious in the doorway with the pipe next to her; Tamara is standing with her back to me, pointing a pistol at my brother. It's obvious he's been shot already, blood soaking his clothes. "I'm sorry, Neal," she says with a hint of smug pride in her voice. Emma begins to stir as I move forward, pipe in hand.
"Tamara," I shout to get her attention. The moment she's looking at me, I swing the pipe with enough force to break her nose and leave a nasty bruise on her face. Tamara lets out a startled grunt, holding one hand to her nose and looking at the blood for a second before swinging at me. Emma pushes me out of the way, taking over the fight. "Did I mention I played softball last year?"
"I think you left that out," Neal says breathlessly, clutching his side. I set him down on the floor, helping him keep pressure on the wound. "Move!" A swirling green portal opens right where I had been sitting seconds after Neal shoves me away from him, the suction it creates dragging me backwards. I latch onto a beam, holding for all I was worth to keep from falling in. Who knew where that damn thing leads to, I'm not about to go through all the shit I had to go through just a few weeks ago again! "Emma!" I look back in time to see him catch her, pulling her over to where I am.
"We have to get you to a hospital," she shouts over the noise of the portal, holding onto Neal while he holds onto the post. The wood under us gives way, Neal losing his grip and sliding until his lower half is in the portal and Emma's keeping his upper half in Storybrooke. "Neal!"
"Emma!" I move so that my feet are wrapped tightly around the post, my hands holding onto Emma's ankles. "You can't hold both of us!"
"I'm not letting go of you!"
"I'm as stubborn as my father," I shout in agreement," so there's no way in hell I'm letting my big brother go when I've just got him back!"
"You have to!"
"The hell I do!"
"You've been shot," Emma adds, her voice shaky from tears," no matter what land you go to you'll still die!"
"No," Neal yells back," Henry needs you. He can't lose all of us. Don't make him grow up like we did."
"Then don't let go. I need you. I love you." I can feel my legs beginning to slip, struggling to keep them around the post and my hands holding Emma's feet so none of us fall through.
"I love you too." Emma's anguished scream tells me all I need to know, my brother had let go and I'm alone in dealing with a brand new Papa all by myself. The portal closes, leaving a hole in the ground where it had been. I release Emma and the post, simply lying on the ground in shock from all that's happened today. Vincent's dead, Pan's back, Belle's changed, and Neal's disappeared again; is it even possible for this day to get any worse?
What would happen now? How could I convince Papa that Pan is back without getting shoved out of the store again? I ignore Emma when she walks out numbly, shaking and staring straight ahead at the wall. This is bad, with Pan in town, Tamara is going to seem like a friend. Hook's on the loose too—would he show back here when he thinks Papa is dead? Not likely unless he plans to kidnap me again. I'd happily sail into the sunset with him if it means not having to deal with Pan again. The last time I saw the other teen was the night of my sixteenth birthday—he'd said he would destroy my Papa and use me until he found the heart he needed. It'd be my job to push the magic I've absorbed over time back into the island until it could be healed.
Scuffed boots come into my sight, my eyes traveling up until I see their owner's face. "Aveena," Pan smirks," time to leave."
Gold
Gold watches as Henry's swings higher and higher, his gaze switching between the boy and the rather sharp looking rock that he's swinging over. If he could just get Henry out of the picture, then he and Belle could live together—never aging, always close. He had to admit that the new Belle was an improvement in some ways, she encouraged his temper.
Sure, spending time with her meant ignoring his daughter and pushing his son away, but he had a woman that loved him with everything she had. Belle is his again and the only thing standing in the way of their happiness is this little boy. He twists his cane a little to the right, the rope holding Henry up beginning to fray. Gold continues to work on it until a truck door slamming pulls his attention away. "Gold," David calls out, walking over with his wife and daughter behind him. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, my son made it clear to stay away from him, so I'm spending some time with my grandson instead," he lies easily.
"Emma," Snow tells her daughter gently," why don't you go talk to Henry and we'll handle this." Emma nods mutely, walking to where Henry is now standing next to Granny and off the swing. "Mister Gold, we have some news to share with you and it's not good." Her sympathetic look put him on edge, his stomach doing a flip.
"Not interested."
"It's about your kids," David adds, making Gold pause.
"Yeah, what about them?" Had Aveena roped Neal into one of her pranks? She'd been excited about doing it and Neal was supposed to meet with her a few days back to catch up. He watches as Emma and Henry sit on a bench away from the old woman.
"Tamara shot Neal…."
"What?" That was certainly not what he was expecting to hear. "He's dead?"
"They used a bean to open a portal. Neal was hurt so badly he fell in." Gold's heart clenched, the familiar pain of loss settling in his bones. "He's gone."
"Bae wasn't supposed to die."
"Your daughter was taken by someone, Emma said she saw the person's back as he lifted her up and just…Disappeared." Is he had just listened to what his little bird had tried to tell him earlier, then she might still be here. But no, he had pushed her out the door so he could spend more time with Lacey, the woman who has been taking up so much of his time recently. "Greg and Tamara, they took something from Regina. A magical trigger, a fail-safe I the curse that can destroy Storybrooke."
"If they activate it, it's a self-destruct and everyone not born in this world will die," Snow adds.
"I know this is hard, but we need your help."
"No," Gold shakes his head, walking away from them.
"They killed your son in cold blood and attempted to kill your daughter, and you don't want to stop them?"
"They didn't kill my children! I did." The tears were stinging his eyes again, and it seems they've done that more in the past few weeks than in the past hundred years. "I brought magic to this world to find Bae. And now he's dead and Aveena is missing; magic always has a price, and this is it. But I'm prepared to pay it." He didn't care anymore, death would be welcome at this point in his life.
"But we'll die," Snow objects," You'll die."
"Yeah, I've made my peace with that."
Killian Jones
"From the mouths of babes, I'd say the lad has a point," Killian proclaims, walking into the apartment where everyone seems to have gathered. He didn't get to react before the Prince punches him in the face, pain radiating from his nose to everywhere else. Killian grunts, taking the blow with grace.
"That's for the last time we met," Nolan tells him, pulling out the strange contraption similar to the one he'd used to hurt Belle. "Now tell us why you're here before I use something elseotherthan my fist." Killian rubs his nose a little, sniffling to make sure it wasn't bleeding.
"I think threatening to kill me is a bit redundant when we're all about to die anyway."
"No thanks to you," Emma states," Regina told us you were working with Tamara and Greg to get your revenge." Even about to die and ravished by grief, Emma Swan is still gorgeous.
"Well, that was before they told me that my daughter and I had to die to get it." Where is Vee anyway? She's usually right in the middle of the mess.
"We don't have time for this. We have a real problem."
"Which is why I'm here. Because staring death in the face has made me realize, if there's one thing I want more than my revenge, it's my family's life. So shall we start this thing now and then resume bickering?" The queen steps forward, helplessness visible in her dark gaze. He found her attractive too, but found himself shying away from the woman that tried repeatedly to kill him. "Speaking of bickering, where's Vee? I'd expected her to be the first one to punch me."
"Gone," Regina says," she was kidnapped by someone and it doesn't matter because there's no stopping this. Now, the best thing I can do is slow it down, but that will only delay the inevitable." Why did he have to have a daughter that's prone to getting stolen? Why couldn't it be getting found she was good at for once? Was it really so difficult for the girl to stay by someone trustworthy for more than a few minutes?
"Or give us the time we need," Nolan says with an 'aha' expression. "We can steal back the beans. Use them to get everyone back into the Enchanted Forest before Storybrooke is gone."
"How," Emma asks. "We don't even know where Greg and Tamara are."
"Well, I do," Killian says," I can help."
"Help yourself is what you mean. You'll take them and leave us all behind. Why should we trust you?"
"We won't have to, I'll go with him," Nolan suggests. "If he tries anything, I'll shoot him in the face."
"Quite hostile, aren't we," Killian asks with a smile. Being dead would certainly ruin any plans he had of finding his daughter again, so he supposed he could team up while it was in his best interests and while Nolan had a gun on him.
"Just being clear."
"I'll take Regina to slow down the diamond and give you guys time," Emma offers. "Mary-Margret, take Henry ad gather everyone, make sure they're ready to go as soon as we have those beans." Who would have taken Aveena this time? It's unlikely that the Dark One would have to kidnap her and the duo he was with previously couldn't have done it without Killian noticing, so who has her? He frowns as thinks back on enemies that would take her that he shared with the Dark One. Only one comes to mind that makes sense and he hates it already.
"Things we do for our children," he grumbles, following the others out of the apartment.
Morgan
"I told you, Aveena," Pan tells me, settling down on one of the logs that surround the bonfire. "You can't run forever, and you can't run from me." I sit in the dirt, the Lost Boys whooping and howling as Pan begins to play his flute—a sad and lonely melody.
"That's the thing," I mumble so softly that no one can hear me," once you start running you never know when it's safe to stop again."
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