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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
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- 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
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- 58-Season Four: To Those who Wait
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Let me just say that I haven't seen Once Upon a Time in Wonderland, so if my story contradicts in any way what happened there Aladdin-wise, then just think of it as AU, I guess. For anyone wondering, Mozenrath is a villain off the old Aladdin cartoon series. Nicky/Aladdin looks like Seth Numrich from Turn and Moze/Micah looks like Taylor Kitsch.
Dark Castle
The castle ahead would normally intimidate people who weren't used to the evil surrounding it, dark stones and stained glass windows—almost like the cathedrals in the land without magic. Mozenrath admired the architecture, it reminded him of his own house in the East, a citadel guarded by the undead under his control. With confidence, he walks closer to the castle, pushing its heavy front doors open and stepping inside. He had to give it to the Dark One, he certainly possessed more magical objects than Mozenrath thought possible.
"Trespassing isn't a smart thing to do here, Dearie," someone speaks in a singsong tone, the voice echoing and making it impossible for Mozenrath to pinpoint the direction it came from. "I assume you have a good reason, little necromancer?"
"Come out and face me," Mozenrath demands. A giggle reaches his ears and magic assaults his senses, Moznerath lashing out and grabbing a handful of a silk dress. Instead of the Dark One like he had expected, he finds a girl staring up at him, maybe fourteen or fifteen years of age and still just a child. She stares up at him with wide blue eyes, looking as though she hadn't expected him to catch her. "Well, you certainly look different than they described you."
"Who are you," she asks, her voice soft.
"This is Mozenrath," the other voice states, a man appearing from the shadows seconds afterwards. Now, this is the man Mozenrath expected to see, the green-gold skin making the other immortal seem intimidating enough without the waves of powerful magic coming off him. "Lord of the Land of the Black Sands. He's going to let go of you soon or he'll lose that hand." Rumpelstiltskin's voice had dropped to a dark tone on the last sentence, Mozenrath quick to comply and releasing the girl. She wastes no time in running over to Rumpelstiltskin, a strange contrast as she stands next to him.
"Rumple," Mozenrath says with a respectful nod. "I suppose you know why I'm here."
"Of course I do, Dearie! You're in wuv, but your other half isn't immortal like you are. What's his name again? Something strange yet fitting."
"His name is Aladdin."
Storybrooke
"I'm sorry to disappoint you," Papa says as I run over the lyrics of my second song," but I've never seen her before in my life."
"So how'd she end up inside your urn inside your secret vault of terror," Emma asks disbelievingly. She, Elsa, and Dad walked in a few minutes ago when I was eating a donut and they've been asking questions about Elsa ever since.
"Look, if you really want to know how she wound up there, she's standing right beside you, Miss Swan. Why don't you ask her?" Obviously the blonde had no memories and they thought Papa might have something to do with that because she was stuck in an urn that Papa had locked away in his old vault.
"She did," Elsa admits," but I can't remember. Something happened to my memories."
"Well, an all-too-common affliction round these parts. Pity." I laugh under my breath, stretching on the floor until I can reach my toes, my eyes never leaving the page in front of me. As the understudy for Mrs. Lovett, I'm expected to know her lines and songs as well as the ones I do for intermission. "But as you can see, many objects fall into my possession—urns, necklaces, all manner of things. I can't know the history behind all of them."
"Only if there's something in it for you," Dad remarks. "Right, mate?"
"Yeah, well, that may have been true once. But recently my life has been….Turned upside down. I've lost a son, gained a wife, and apparently and extra guest in my house that intends to date my daughter without asking my permission." I look up at that, grinning as Pan blushes and both men send a glare in his direction. "So you might say….I've decided to turn over a new leaf." Yeah, but does the new side of the leaf include lying to people and being virtually your old self? I could care less if that were true, I'd love the man no matter what, but a nicer side would be pleasant for once.
"Don't forget about my super power," Emma reminds him," I'll be able to tell if you're lying."
"How about I do you one better? Let's simply have Belle use the dagger on me." Here we go, a big show to make the others thinks he's really telling the truth despite the tiniest little twitch of his nose that points out otherwise.
"What, no," Belle protests as I go back to my stretching and donut munching," no, Rumple, you don't have to do that."
"No, no, no, Miss Swan wants proof and I'm happy to cooperate." I bet you are, Papa dearest. He didn't tell me where he's hidden the real dagger in case someone figures him out and decides to go after me, but I do know it's not the one in Belle's purse. With a disapproving expression sent in in the others' direction, she pulls the dagger out of her purse, holding it gently as she lets out a shuddering sigh.
"I command you, Dark One….To tell them the truth."
"The truth is just as I said. I had no idea there was someone inside there. I know nothing about Elsa or her sister, but I wish you the best of luck finding her." My phone begins ringing right after that, Pan tossing it to me.
"Hello," I say a little breathlessly, taking another bite of my donut as I wait for the other person to respond.
"Do you plan to spend all day in your papa's store or do you plan to come to rehearsal, Kiddo," Nicky inquires. "Because, it's taking you longer to eat that donut than it does me to bleach my hair." Curious, I peer past everybody towards the glass front door and wave at Nicky, cramming the rest of the donut in my mouth, shoving my papers and my phone in a messenger bag, and standing up.
"Love you, Papa." I give my papa a peck on the cheek. "And you, Daddy." I give him the same before moving on to Pan. "I will see you for lunch." He nods, accepting my kiss and giving me a hug before allowing me to leave the store. "So, have you found your main cast yet or is Micah still being finicky?" Nicky grimaces, shaking his head.
"Ah, we found our Anthony and Judge Turpin, but we're still lacking Sweeney, Lovett, and Johanna. Micah's insisting that Lovett should actually have the dark hair, but everyone that the Brylands have suggested is disappointing Micah. Most of the actors in Storybrooke are teenagers like you, so he'll just have to settle with the best."
"Mm, maybe we should make him get hair extensions and singing lessons." Nicky loops one if his arms through mine with a sigh, staring ahead of us where the theater was looming. "Beware all ye who enter here for dead men tell no tales." He pushes the door open, waiting for me to enter first.
"With the mood Micah's in, that's an apt quote. Let's get this over with, Kiddo, and if we survive today, I'll buy dinner."
"Remember me in case he boils me alive." I can hear Micah's voice echoing as we make our way into the main part of the theater, his normally soft tones now sharp as he yells at some poor extra.
"You wanna make it in any kind of acting business, then you had damn well be able to cope with improvisation and bitchy directors," Micah shouts, making the extra flinch back. Micah's eyes land on me, his jaw flexing. "Morgan, show this idiot how it works and say something in character from The Mummy! Now!" After a second of shocked silence and desperate scrambling for a line, I speak again trying to get as much in character as I can at the moment.
"Well, you put up with me because I can read and write in ancient Egyptian, decipher hieroglyphics and hieratics... and well I am the only person within five thousand miles who can properly code and catalogue this library, that's why!"
"That's how you do it, Bradley, even if she sounded nothing like Evelyn! Get in the very back and practice harder!" When he faces Nicky and me again he's still angry, but beginning to simmer down. "This is ridiculous, all the kid has to do is ignore our Sweeney auditions during the singing bit."
"Mm-hm, well, I'm gonna sneak over to my spot on the stage to run over my lyrics and you stay here with your mouth shut, and let Nicky handle things. Last thing we need is for you to blow up at someone who hasn't seen all of your favorite movies."
"Get ready to run lines with our Sweeney wannabe's, we're gonna need you until the extras learn their shit for the dance number." I hope Pan and the others have a better day than I'm going to have.
Pan
"So," I ask, following after Hook and Elsa," why is it exactly I'm going with you guys?" Hook doesn't answer at first, navigating through the town and trying not to get Elsa spotted by the crowds. "I don't have any magic to help you guys, Morgan sucks it right out of me with a good morning peck on the lips without even trying."
"That's why you're with us, if we're spotted, then we can throw you to the angry mob while Elsa and I run as fast as we can in the opposite direction. That way, I'll be able to keep Elsa safe and you away from my daughter." We move through a narrow alley between buildings, Elsa sandwiched between Hook and me just in case. "Wait." He holds up his good hand, waiting until a few people had passed before sticking his head out and looking around. "Alright, coast is clear."
"Seriously, why does no one trust me to date Morgan without hurting her?"
"It might have something to do with the fact that you kidnapped her as a way to keep Felix alive just a bit longer." I bump into Elsa accidentally when she comes to a sudden halt, nearly topping over the woman. "'Coast is clear' means go, love."
"I'm not coming with you two," She says with a hard resolve. "There's someone out there with powers like mine. I need to find out who. I….I can't just hide out in some Sheriff's station."
"You told her you were taking her to the station," I ask with a scoff. "Yes, truly, I'm the one everybody needs to be concerned about. It's not like I'm lying to newcomers about where I'm whisking them off to." At Elsa's befuddled expression, I explain. "The Sherriff's station is on the opposite side of town, though I would like to know where the hell we're going right now."
"If we're lucky," Hook says with a smile that puts me on edge," towards danger.
Dark Castle
"Sorry, Dearie," Rumple apologizes, not sounding sorry in the slightest," there's no potion or spell to turn someone immortal. If there was, do you think anybody around here would be mortal?" Mozenrath scowls, gauntleted hand clenched into a fist and glowing a faint red. "But that's not what you want, is it?"
"No, I want the opposite. I don't want to be immortal anymore, make me normal again, Dark One, and I will owe you a favor in the future." Rumpelstiltskin pauses to consider the offer, his eyes moving around the room, but not really seeing anything. "Do we have a deal?"
"I suppose you'll want me to take care of that, as well?" Mozenrath stares down at the arm ensconced in the dark brown leather, the magic humming in it like an old friend. He's tried going without it before, he even went as far as to lock it away in a trunk thrown into an ocean, but the pain was too much to bear. If Rumple could remove the pain of a severed connection, then he could do the healing himself. "Very well, but only because you killed your former master before I felt the need to." Mozenrath shivers at the mention of Destane, the older man having abused Mozenrath until the gauntlet had run its course and chosen a new master.
"Thank you, Dark One."
"Don't thank me yet, we're going to need the blood of a mortal, someone pure and I don't intend on using my daughter."
"I….I think I may know someone as long as the blood loss wouldn't kill them."
"Don't worry, Moze, your precious Aladdin will survive the ordeal, but you may not."
Killian Jones
With his mind completely made up, Killian leads the way into Gold's shop, knowing that he could get whatever he needs with the leverage he now has. "I must apologize," Gold says without looking up from whatever little mechanism has his attention," but I'm really rather busy today."
"And here I was hoping for a warm hello from the newly-reformed Mister Gold," he says sarcastically, motioning for Pan and Elsa to hang back. The last thing he needs is that little demon worming his way in with the same leverage at a later date.
"This is still a place of business. So unless you have something to offer me, I'm afraid I can be of no further help." He's only busy until Vee's rehearsal has finished, then he and Vee are supposed to have some kind of movie night where it's only the two of them. He couldn't help the surge of jealousy that eats at him because Aveena would choose to spend her free night with Gold rather than her biological father. There's still tension, a small hesitation when she calls Killian "daddy" and it kills him to know that she doesn't fully trust him the way she does Gold. It's one of the things that spurs Killian on.
"Well, as it turns out, I do have something to offer you—my silence." That finally causes Gold to look up, slowly as though he was trying to figure out which secret Killian may know. Killian catches Gold's eye, mock sympathy in his tone. "See…I know that dagger you gave Belle was a fake." He keeps his voice relatively low so that Gold was the only other person in the store to hear. Gold looks at him a moment longer before glancing away briefly as he straightens out.
"Is that right?" His tone is quiet as well, sending a few glances over Killian's shoulder at Pan. So either he knows something as well or Gold doesn't want him to know.
"Hmm, I've hunted you a long time, my old crocodile, and I know you better than most. And I know that you would never let anyone have power over you. Not even Belle."
"And you expect her to believe you without a shred of proof?" He's fishing, trying to figure out exactly what Killian knows about the dagger, but the pirate knows more than Gold realizes.
"Well, I could ask her to summon you with the dagger," he replies, moving his hands as he speaks. "And then, when it doesn't work—proof." Gold rests his hands on the counter top, squeezing tightly as he resists the urge to strangle Killian right then and there and blame it on Pan.
"That's a very dangerous insinuation."
"So we have a deal?" Gold gives Killian a little smile before speaking again, the smile promising something bad in the future. What could he possibly do to Killian at this point that he hasn't already? Aveena will always think of Gold as her real father, killing Emma would only bring trouble down on his head, and killing Killian would only serve to turn Aveena against him.
"I do hope Miss Swan's worth it."
"Good news," Killian says in a normal tone to get the others' attention," he's agreed to help." He looks over his shoulder, watching as Elsa and Pan look up from the objects they had been studying and walking to the back where Killian and Gold are. Elsa stretches out her arm, a few pieces of snow white hair in her palm for Gold to examine.
"This hair is from Marian," Elsa explains," someone cast a freezing curse on her. We need to know who it is." Gold takes the hairs from her, setting them in the palm of his left hand.
"Well," he sighs," you're in luck. Magic can change forms, but never be destroyed. We'll simply return it to its natural state." He waves his right hand over them, the hairs changing into snowflakes that hovered in the space over Gold's hand.
"Snowflakes."
"Magic similar to yours, Dearie, though not quite the same. Much like a snowflake, each person's magic is unique."
"Poetic," Killian says impatiently. "How does that help us?"
"Well, magic seeks out like-magic. So if I set this free…." Gold leans forward a little, blowing to make the flakes flutter out of his hand and towards the door, as though they were being carried on some sort of wind. "….It should find its way home, back to the person who cast it."
Morgan
"Barker, his name was," I read out-loud in the soft tone required for the scene. "Benjamin Barker."
"What was his crime," the possible Sweeney asks.
"Foolishness."
"Alright," Micah calls out," we'll stop there and add your name to the potentials list, Mister Carmichael. And now, before anything else goes completely screwy around here, let's get some lunch." His mood hasn't improved in the last few hours, but at least he didn't bite off any heads lately. I hop off the stage and over to my bag, digging my phone out and checking the lone voicemail.
"We're following some snowflakes to find the guy that froze Marian," Pan's message informs me," Stay out of trouble while we're gone." When the hell did Robin's old lady get frozen? I thought there was just going to be a town meeting today. Scowling, I stuff the phone back where I got it and shoulder my bag, walking quickly out of the theater. I have a pretty good feeling that the 'we' Pan referred to meant him and my dad, so I just have to use a little tracking magic to get an idea of where they've run off to. I pull my mom's scarf off my wrist, focusing on my magic and making the scarf glow a pale gold before releasing it and following it towards the woods.
"Why do all bad guys think they can hide in the woods," I grumble to myself. Wouldn't it make more sense to hide in plain sight or is their flare for the dramatic something they can't ignore like I can't ignore the little voice in my head that tells me to eat bacon?" After fifteen minutes of tripping over hidden roots and rocks and nearly getting my head knocked off by tree branches that seemed to appear out of nowhere, I can better understand why our latest villain would set up shop way out here. Carved into every other tree is an X, letting me know I'm on the right track.
"Aveena," I hear Daddy shout before I actually see him," run!"
"Why? What the hell is gonna happen to me? Because it'd have to be pretty damn original to shock me at this point!" I walk into the clearing, finding Dad, Elsa, and Pan—just behind them is the ice cream lady dressed in a manner similar to Elsa, though her dress is white and has a high collar. I make it over to my little group of misfits before I find myself unable to move any further, freezing cold ice sprouting from the ground and up on my ankles, sealing me in place. "Okay, kudos to you, lady, this is a new one."
"You don't seem panicked," she says in a soft voice.
"Yeah, well, you're looking at the woman that has been kidnapped, cursed, and beaten bloody. So, I don't really freak out about this kind of crap anymore. Near death experiences are something I know how to handle."
"Hmm, let's test that." She waves her hand, stalactites of ice forming over the heads of me, my dad, and my boyfriend. I stare up at them with widened eyes, trying to remain calm even as everyone else begins to panic. Daddy, works on the ice binding our feet with his hook, Pan calls on what little magic he has left in him, but I focus on the feel of Excalibur in my hand, the way it becomes an extension of me when I hold it and move with it. If anything can cut through this shit, then it's my sword. "Don't bother," the ice cream lady tells Elsa as the younger woman attempts to stop the ice," I've neutralized your magic. When your friends are found, you'll look responsible. Then they'll turn on you and they'll treat you as the monster that they truly see you as, and you'll know that I'm right."
My panic is harder to control as the stalactites grow longer and longer, their wickedly sharp tips coming closer to impaling me. "Come on," I whisper, squeezing my eyes shut as Elsa protests loudly," come on, come on."
"Hey, Dairy Queen," Emma shouts suddenly, her and David stopping a few feet away and breaking my concentration.
"Emma," ice cream lady asks with a note a familiarity.
"Do we know each other?" Who cares, the ice has stopped lowering thanks to the distraction! I begin to focus again, harder this time as I recall Excalibur's perfect weight, remember how easy it is to move with it in hand, like dancing or flying—gracefully and skillfully.
"Of course not. Your reputation precedes you. You really think your magic is a match for mine?"
"There's only one way to find out." I can hear as Emma's magic blasts the other lady off her feet just before Excalibur appears in my outstretched hand, steel gleaming proudly in the afternoon sunlight. I give a slight practice twirl before driving it into the ice holding me in place, the substance shattering on contact and the force of the small blast knocking me on my butt. Not wasting any time, I swing the sword at the ice holding Pan in place as David works at the ice holding my father with his pocket knife. Pan's ice seems to have learned or something, cracking only a little as I hack at it.
The ice above us crackles slightly, sounding like it was about to come crashing down on us at any second. "Hurry, Morgan," Pan says breathlessly, hunched over. "It's going to—" He's cut off as all of us are sent flying to the right just as the stalactites crash down, impaling the spots all of us had occupied not seconds ago. "Oh Jesus!" Pan holds onto me, breathing hard and staring at the spot we might have been killed if Emma hadn't thought ahead.
"You guy's okay?"
"I've had worse," I say with a grunt, sitting up and rubbing my sore ankles. I would have to deal with the stinging cuts the ice caused later. Right now I just want to relax and ignore all the drama that happens in this godforsaken town. "If everyone else is as peachy as I am, then I'm taking my ass home and having a long shower and curling up on the couch. If you guys need anything else magical today….Well, do without." Giving Dad a quick hug, I pick Mom's scarf up and transport myself to the house.
Gold
"And then Emma used her magic to throw us out of harm's way," Morgan finishes, her cheeks tinged red and her hands moving as she speaks. Hook does the same thing when he talks, never quite able to stand still. "After that, I came back here and waited for you to get off work so we could have our movie night." With the teen slightly distracted by her tale, Rumple waves his hand, just slight enough that she wouldn't notice, and pauses her.
"I'll be back in a moment, little bird," he whispers, kissing the top of her head before disappearing from the living room, reappearing a few moments later deep in the woods. Ingrid would be here shortly, she would need his help eventually and he would get as much as he could out of the deal. He seats himself on a fallen tree, careful not to let the moss growing on it get on his expensive suit. As he predicted, Ingrid appears, walking right past him and pausing a few feet away as she registered different magic. "Don't worry, Dearie." She turns, looking at him over her shoulder. "It's only me. Sorry things didn't work out the way you wanted."
"They will," she responds cautiously. Smart, she knows he wants something, but that won't stop him.
"We shall see." He rises from his makeshift chair, walking over to the woman. "And, uh….Did Miss Swan remember you?"
"No."
"That's good for you. Because it could happen." Memory charms are easy to undo, even the ones cast by Rock Trolls. "And you wouldn't want that, now, would you?" She doesn't answer, merely staring at him with those icy grey eyes, as cold as she was. "Are you sure you don't want my help?"
"When I'm ready to make a deal, I'll come to you."
"A moment I eagerly await. Now, you should find some shelter. It's getting quite frosty." With the last little jibe, he turns and walks away, disappearing back to his house the moment he was out of Ingrid's line of sight. Taking a moment to make sure no traces of his outing were visible, he relaxes back on the couch beside his daughter and releases her from the spell she wouldn't even realize she had been under.
"So," Morgan smiles," what should we watch first?"
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