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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
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
- 78-78
- 79-80
- 80-81
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I turn off the movie, looking at my father to see his reaction. He stares down at my computer, looking a little shocked and offended, good hand moving to touch his dark hair. "That's ridiculous, I look nothing like that!" I shrug, pulling up the picture of the animated Captain Hook, looking back and forth between it and my father with delight.
"Sorry, Dad, but that's how everyone outside of Storybrooke pictures you," I say happily.
"Now I see why Emma gave me a strange look when she mentioned perms." Nodding, I place my laptop on the tray and out of my way, rolling onto my side to rest my head on Hook's chest. The steady beating of his heart relaxed me, reminding me of the nights I spent with Papa back when the thunder scared me—his heart was always steady and the rhythm of it put me to sleep on several occasions. "So, what should we watch next?"
"I've got a better idea."
"And what's that?" He looks down at me, his easy grin fading as he shakes his head quickly. "No, I know that look, Vee, and I usually get hit afterwards!"
"Oh, come on, Daddy! Just bust me out so I can shower in my own bathroom!"
"Not a chance, I do that and Whale will skin me alive." He reopens the laptop and chooses a movie at random, shoving it at me to start. I take it from him with a bored sigh, putting the disk in the right spot and bringing up the video player in time to see the play menu of Pirates of the Caribbean Dead Man's Chest. With a smile, I start it and lean back as it begins.
After it was over, Dad was grinning from ear to ear. "Anything sound familiar?"
"Yes, the compass bit does remind me of your little field trip to the Enchanted Forest the first time."
"Hook," Emma says, sticking her head in my room. "We could use your help with something."
"Of course, I'll be right there." She nods, giving me a forced smile before exiting and leaving Dad and I. "I'll be back soon, Vee. Think you can manage to behave without me here?"
"I make no promises—I'm a marauder at heart."
"I'm not going to even try to understand what you just said." He kisses my forehead before taking his leave. I push the tray away from me, sitting up further in my bed. Movies and my dad had kept my mind occupied and seep at bay, something I was happy about considering how weird my dreams have been lately. I guess I tossed and turned a lot because I often woke with dark bruises littering my skin. I can already feel sleep pulling at me, the meds in my IV doing their job a little too well for my liking.
Biting my lip, I careful pull the tape off before removing the IV needle, setting it in the little trash bin to catch the clear liquid. I grab the stuff Regina had dropped off when I woke up from my coma and change quickly in the bathroom—simple jeans, a dark blue sweater with the marauders map on the front, a pair of combat boots, and some simple makeup. I grab the hat my nephew sent me before the first curse, almost an exact replica of the one Harrison Ford wears in Raiders of the Lost Ark. It was almost too easy to get out of the hospital, Whale was on his lunch break and so unavailable to catch me in the act of breaking out of his hospital.
It's obvious that something big is about to go down, the townsfolk bustling more than usual as though trying to buy last minute items before holing themselves up in their homes. Not sure where I want to go considering the one person alive that I really want to see is Henry and he doesn't remember me, I just decide to walk and enjoy the feel of the crisp afternoon air. It seemed to wake me up a little, but the pull of sleep was still there. "Morgan Elizabeth Gold, what on earth do you think you're doing out of bed."
I wince, turning to face the direction the voice came from and finding myself face to face with an angry Granny. "Hey, Granny, nice day out." The old woman puts her hands on her hips, giving me a look that makes me feel guilty. "I just need some fresh air."
"And what did Whale say about that?"
"Technically, he told me not to sneak out and steal a wheelchair, I have no compulsion to steal one of those, so I'd say I'm doing pretty well." Her look doesn't falter and I lower my head so that my hair hung like a curtain ad kept me from having to meet her stare. "I'll turn myself in, in a little while, I just want some fresh air and a break from the drugs they've been pumping into me." There's a brief pause and then I feel her wrapping her arms around me in a short hug.
"Have they told you about your brother," she asks as I wrap my arms around her and return the hug.
"Yeah, he was buried today." Killed by the Witch running loose in Storybrooke. She pulls back, patting my hair down and brushing some behind my ear like I've always imagined mothers to do, but never experienced. "I-I'm gonna walk a little bit longer."
"Be careful out there and don't go into the woods." I give her a mock salute, walking towards the park where I knew benches would be for me to sit on and rest.
The benches are made of dark wood with a little metal to keep them standing, set off to the sides of the park for parents to sit on and watch their kids on the play equipment. It's deserted today and easy to find a bench closer to the tree line and out of the worst of the wind. I lay my head back and stare up at the sky, a bright blue with only a few clouds to drift in front of the sun. Unable to fight it any longer, I let my eyes drift closed.
Later That Day….
I wake with a start, finding a roof over my head and my hands and legs strapped to a bed. "Mm…." I let out a feeble moan, looking around and recognizing a few things from my room in Papa's house. What's going on? How did I get here and why the hell am I tied to my bed?
"She's awake," I hear my dad say, though I can't spot him in the dim lighting. Regina comes into my line of sight, the crease between her brows letting on to how stumped she was about something. "Vee, are you alright?"
"I feel like someone hit me with a bat." My head is throbbing and I can feel my hair sticking to my head in places, though I don't know what was making it do that.
"A piece of pipe, actually. Mister Smee did it when you lashed out at him with your magic."
"What? No, I was asleep on a bench in the park—"
"I was there, Morgan," Regina interrupts," you were attacking Smee, but it wasn't you." My brow furrows, looking over Regina's shoulder and finding my father. "Have you been having nightmares lately? Nightmares that ended in you waking up feeling sore?"
"Um, yeah…?"
"Okay, so at least I kind of know what I'm dealing with now."
"We think an Alp attacked you back in the Enchanted Forest," Pan states, sitting beside me on my bed," we think you made up a potion that pushed it out, but let the bad side, that you keep trapped inside you, loose. That side takes over when you're asleep and weakened."
"I'll have to complete the potion that you tried to do—it tastes disgusting, but it should put you back on track and make that scar on your hand disappear." I tilt my head up to look at my hand, the left one marred by interlacing runes and the old fashioned A in the center. "I want you to come with me somewhere tonight, Belle couldn't do it, but maybe you can."
"Do what?" The three people in my room share concerned looks, Regina taking a deep breath before she speaks again.
"Free Rumple temporarily from the control of his dagger so I can beat the Wicked Witch."
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