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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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Pan moves quickly through the halls of the castle, Morgan in his arms and a silent plea on his lips. He'd found her ten minutes ago, unconscious in Regina's room with an empty vile broken next to her. It's obvious she took something, but what that something was he wasn't sure—her breathing is shallow at best and the tight corset she has on isn't helping her any. He kicks the door to his room open and sprints inside, laying her down on his bed and using magic to change her outfit into a loose nightgown.
The change is immediate, her breathing changing back to the normal rhythm of sleep. The color in her cheeks was gone, her usual light tan complexion is ashen, almost like death had already come and swept her away. "Come on, Morgan, wake up for me," he whispers desperately. "Please, please, don't die like this." Feeling things was new to Pan, unused to having any real emotions after the long years he was half-possessed by Felix. The ache in his heart was foreign, almost as painful as it had been when he was forced to watch Rumple die and Morgan crumble.
Morgan remains silent, her eyes closed and all but her chest unmoving. What's the point of having emotions when they do nothing but hinder you? He sits beside her, placing her hands on her stomach and almost flinching when he notices just how cold her body has become. There's no telling how long she's been unconscious, and the longer she's out, the smaller the chance of waking. "Look in the wardrobe mirror."
The sudden voice makes him question his sanity, his eyes were focused on Morgan when it sounded, and unless she was far better at ventriloquism than she let on, then there was no possible way that had just happened. "M-Morgan?"
"The mirror, Pan, go now!" Yes, that was certainly his girlfriend, no one could replicate her annoyed tone that well. He moves without hesitation, throwing the wardrobe doors open and looking where she had specified. In the warped glass was Morgan, her hair disheveled and a bruise beginning to form on her cheek. "Okay, good, so I'm not completely bonkers here."
"What the hell is going on?"
"Short version—I took a potion, kicked the Alp out, got stuck in my noggin, and now I'm fighting an evil version of myself. Honestly, I just wish I could say this is the weirdest thing to have happened to me." She shakes her head, losing focus. "Anyway, you need to find Regina and ask her how the hell to fix this. Believe it or not, the inside of my head is not a pretty place and my evil self fights dirty!"
"I'll get on that the second they get back from whatever it is they're doing. It's something on the roof."
"Maybe they're pushing the Wicked Bitch of the West off of it."
"Hold on, something's happening." Pan trails off, moving to look out of a window at the strangely familiar smoke moving towards them. "I-I think it's another curse."
"Lots of smoke, probably a purple color, hurtling right for us?" He nods and Morgan pinches the bridge of her nose. "Yep, that's a curse all right and we're going to feel a stomach-dropping feeling in a few minutes or so. My suggestion is to grab your ankles, stick your head between your legs, and kiss your ass goodbye. See you on the flip side, babe."
"Could we possibly go through this without any Boondock Saints references?"
"I knew you weren't sleeping when I told you about—"
Her words were drowned out when the curse hits, tearing down stone and shattering windows—Pan having to duck into the wardrobe to avoid being torn to shreds. Morgan's body was barely protected by the thick bed curtains, some of her pale flesh cut open in places. The purple and green cloud of magic envelopes them, wrapping tightly around them before whisking them away back to Storybrooke and forcing Pan into unconsciousness.
Storybrooke—Present Day
Morgan could hear voices, annoyingly loud voices that were forcing her to open her eyes. Fingers pry open one eye, a bright light being shined into it. "If you don't get that light out of my face, then I'm gonna open show you how much pain a teen can cause," I warn, blinking rapidly when the light goes away and is replaced with Whale's face. "What's up, Doc?"
"Ha ha," he laughs sarcastically," I've never heard that one before, Miss Gold." I give a weak smile, trying to sit up only to fall back on the bed with a pained gasp. "Easy, your body is in a severely weakened state from whatever happened back in the Enchanted Forest. You have to rest up and you're not allowed to leave this bed until I say, which means no stealing a wheelchair and sneaking out."
"Wait…We're back in the world with television?" He nods, grabbing something plastic with two small tubes sticking out that go up my nose and provide oxygen. "Hot damn, I can get all caught up on American Horror Story now."
"Do you remember anything about the time we spent back in our world?" I stay silent for a moment, trying to think up anything, but drawing a blank. "Don't worry, the rest of us don't either. It's just like when we first came here after Regina's curse."
"Technically speaking, that was Papa's curse, Regina was just the one to enforce it." Whale makes a face, handing me the remote for the TV and moving the table-tray closer to me so I could reach the glass of water sitting on it. "H-has anyone heard anything about Papa….I mean, did he come back with us?" Whale gets a sympathetic look, patting the top of my head gently. "I didn't think so. If he was still live, then he would be in here with me."
"If you need anything, Morgan, push the button and someone will come running." I nod, looking up at the ceiling until I hear the door to my room shut. The disinfectant all hospitals smell of stings my nose and makes my eyes water. I barely register the door of my room opening again, figuring that Whale or a nurse had come in to check on something.
"I-I brought you something." The accented voice makes me look at the man standing a few feet away, dressed in his usual outfit with the long leather overcoat completing it somehow. Dad shifts uncertainly from foot to foot, a bowl of something in his good hand. "The doctor fellow said that you should only have a liquid diet, but I figured that you would want something with a little more flavor than that broth they offer here." He moves then, setting the little Styrofoam bowl down on my tray for me to see.
"Chocolate pudding," I ask with a smile.
"It was either pudding or that green substance that jiggles when you move the bowl."
"You did great, Daddy." He looks pleased when I call him that, like a man whose dream has been fulfilled. I sigh, spooning some of the pudding into my mouth and swallowing it with a little difficulty. "What day is it?"
"Sunday, I believe." Great, I'll have time to watch my new episode then. "Vee….Are you sure you're alright?"
"No, I know I'm not alright and I won't be for a very long time, but I'm a good actress, I can fake the happiness until I don't have to anymore." He frowns, sitting on the edge of my bed and taking one my hands in his. I look down at them, the top of one of my hands pierced by an IV needle with the plastic tube connected to it leading up to the IV bag hanging on the stand next to my bed. It's pretty obvious from how sleepy I am that there's something other than fluids being pumped into my system, but I don't mind. I let it raise me up and place me on a cloud high above the people of Storybrooke.
I hope I don't ever have to come down.
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