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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
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- 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
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- 65-65
- 66-66
- 67-67
- 68-68
- 69-69
- 70-70
- 71-71
- 72-72
- 73-73
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The book Morgan reads to Micah is Aladdin.
Dark Castle
Aveena watches with wide eyes as her papa mixes up a new potion, a new man sitting at the table and holding Mozenrath's hand tightly. This new man is handsome, tall and tan with fluffy dark brown hair and kind brown eyes, he was certainly stronger than Mozenrath physically, obviously the type to work out in the sun. The fourteen year old almost felt bad for the pain that Mozenrath would soon endure, but knew it would mean getting what he wanted in the long run.
"Aveena, dear," Papa calls," come and help me with this." She moves quickly, her hands steady as she takes the small knife from Rumpelstiltskin. "Make a small cut on Aladdin's arm just near the elbow."
"Yes, Papa," she murmurs, holding Aladdin's forearm in her free hand and running the tip of the dagger across the man's upper arm, a shallow cut quickly spilling out precious blood. Aladdin hisses, but doesn't jerk away, simply watching on as Rumple captured a few drops of blood in a small brass bowl, moving back to his other ingredients while Mozenrath healed his lover. "Are the two of you really in love?"
"Yes," Mozenrath nods solemnly, his uncovered hand pushing a few strands of hair from Aladdin's face. They looked at each other tenderly, as though nothing else in the world mattered as long as they were together. She had never seen that expression before, not since Belle ran away and died. Papa hadn't taken her departure well, smashing every mirror in the castle including the one in my chambers.
"How did you both meet?" Aladdin laughs, turning his gaze to me.
"He created a monster to terrorize my fiancé's kingdom to lure the heroes out, so he could use them to collar a Thurdack." Mozenrath blushes, grumbling under his breath about the nasty magic-eating beast that had nearly finished him off when he first recovered it. "Of course, the whole incident ended up blowing up in his face when me and my friends forced him to return the Thurdack to its world again, but he continued to fight back."
"And when did you both fall in love?"
"Ah, I'm not really sure. I guess it started when we shared a body that one time and was confirmed when Agrabah was attacked by the Forty Thieves during my wedding. Mozenrath showed up and offered to help as long as we returned his Gauntlet to him and we ended up finding my dad, fighting the thieves that had managed to escape capture, and falling for each other while I grieved for Jasmine. Sa'Luk murdered her before I had the chance to save her and Moze here was the only one around me who understood that kind of loss."
"Yes," Mozenrath drawls," it was all very dramatic." Aladdin smiles, nudging the older man until he was smiling, too. "I made Jasmine's murderer into one of my Mamluks, stuck in a state of suspended animation, aware of what's going on, but unable to do anything about it."
"That's why Papa called you a necromancer," Aveena realizes with a small gasp.
"Enough with the background," Rumple orders, holding up a clear vile containing a cloudy substance. "Mozenrath, if you would be so kind as to drink this and get out of my hair until I need that favor." Mozenrath takes a deep breath, the Gauntleted hand taking the vile while his free hand squeezed Aladdin's.
"It'll be okay, Moze," Aladdin promises softly," I'm here for you." With a meaningful look sent in Aladdin's direction, Mozenrath tips the vile back and swallows it all at once, shaking his head fiercely afterwards in disgust.
"Eck," he groans," that's horrible!" Everyone keeps their eyes on Mozenrath, watching as he sticks out his tongue and continues to make fussy noises until he suddenly doubles over, dry heaving as his legs give out. He lands hard on the floor, back arching and face growing a dark red. "A-A-Al—"
"Do something," Aladdin snarls, dropping to the floor beside Mozenrath and supporting his head as he goes into spasms. His eyes have rolled into the back of his head and his mouth is beginning to foam.
Storybrooke
I swing my legs back and forth, waiting as the Lovetts' are ushered onto the stage—each in various stages of dress. A few had donned Lovett cosplay outfits and others had shown up in street clothes. Micah hasn't shown up yet, though, and I can tell that Nicky is beginning to grow worried. He paces back and forth across the stage while Mister Bryland's lawyer tried to get Bryland's wife to sign divorce papers that he had brought with him.
Micah was on breakfast duty since he made us show up here so early and he should have been back ten minutes ago. "Maybe he just got distracted or Granny's is packed and he's still waiting," I suggest with a shrug. "You know how Micah is, he has a short attention span, especially when he's surrounded by other men with butts like yours."
"Not really helping, Mo-Mo," he grumbles, running a hand through his hair. It's freshly dyed, the blonde paler than normal under the stage lights.
"Okay, quite the pacing and let's go find him. I can't handle the stress you're sending off, it's like when we watched Game of Thrones together for the first time and you started freaking out about Ned." He lets out a huff of air, hopping off the stage and helping me down. I can't necessarily jump and risk my skirt flying up and showing everyone my panties—even if they're a cute lacey blue color that matches my outfit nicely.
Nicky keeps a hold of my wrist, speed walking towards the front doors and shouldering them open for us to walk through, the crisp winter air making me regret my outfit choice even though it's toasty warm inside. "There he is," Nicky says, spotting Micah first and letting out a sigh.
"You see, I told you he was fine." Our relief didn't last long, however, when a car speeds around the corner without enough time to stop and sends Micah high up in the air before he crashes back down on the hard asphalt, the box of doughnuts he'd been carrying scattering everywhere. "Go to him and I'll get this prick!" Nicky wastes no time, running to the love of his life as I focus on the Ford and melt its tires, making the asphalt around it rise enough to wrap around the truck's rims to hold it in place further. "GET OUT HERE NOW!"
I use magic to rip the door from the frame and pull out the piece of trash inside, finding it to be none other than Mister Bryland. "I-I didn't see," the man stutters, shielding his face with his arms.
"You didn't see because you weren't driving the speed limit!" He tries to jerk out of the tight grasp I have on the front of his sweater, but I don't let go, only slamming his head against the asphalt. "You enjoy making people's lives hell and I'm tired of it! From now on, you'll understand what not seeing is really like." My voice had turned cold, the same eerie calmness Papa shows people who have pushed him too far. I cover the sobbing man's eyes with one of my hands, narrowing my eyes as my magic does its job.
He tries to jerk away from me again, screaming in agony even after I stand again and glare down at his squirming form. Red blisters have sprouted out around his eyes, the skin already bruising and his eyes moving wildly. He's blind now, and he should feel happy that I didn't just kill him like I really want to. If Micah ends up dying, then I'll hunt this bastard down and finish the job. "Please," he sobs again as a crowd gathers and ambulance sirens break into my focus," please."
"You will pay for everything that Micah needs and if something happens to him, you'll get the same, you little bitch!" I spin sharply away and sprint over to where EMT's are loading Micah's stretcher into the back of their ambulance, Nicky shaking and covered in his boyfriend's blood. "I'll heal what I can, Nicky." Other emotions were beginning to come back, my eyes tearing up as I wrap my arms around the larger man. "He's got us."
"I'm gonna ride with him to the hospital, could you pick me up some clothes and meet me there?"
"Sure thing, Nicky."
"It'll be okay, Micah," Nicky promises softly," I'm here for you." I watch him climb into the ambulance before it takes off, quickly wiping the tears away and pushing my way through the crowd towards Nicky's house.

"I came as soon as I heard," Dad says breathlessly, walking into the private room with Pan following behind him. "I knew those cars were nothing good."
"Did you learn that before or after you got her ran over," Pan asks sarcastically, peering past me into the room where Micah and Nicky are in. Micah's still unconscious, cleaned up and plugged up to several machines with Nicky sitting in the chair next to his bed with his head hung low as he prays to Allah for guidance. Dad sends a dark look in Pan's direction, wrapping me up in his arms in a much needed hug.
"And you're such a fine example of safety. Who was it that let an eleven year old shoot an apple off her head with a poison tipped arrow? Oh, that's right, it was you."
"Can you two be respectful for once in your lives," I ask in irritation, pulling back and glaring at the two men. They had the good sense to bow their heads and look ashamed. "Now, I promised to help look through census records, but I don't want to leave Nicky alone in there with only Micah and doctors for company, so one of you get the job of staying until I can get back."
"Sorry, Vee, I have a date with Emma tonight."
"That does explain the modern clothing—good job with that, by the way."
"Ruby picked the clothes out and I used that plastic card you gave me to pay for them." He shrugs, hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. Wait a second, how did he get his hook to fit in his pocket? I do a double take, staring at my father with my mouth hanging open when Dad holds both hands up with a grin. "You think Emma will be happy now that I have hands?"
"Uh…W-when did….Yes? I mean, yeah, she should be happy that you won't accidentally stab her with your hook."
"Go on, darling, I will stay here with Nicky while you go through those tedious volumes," Pan says, leaning in for a quick kiss before moving to occupy the other seat next to Micah's bed.
"Nicky, sweetie," I tell my friend softly," I'll have my phone on me if you want to talk or he wakes up. Don't be afraid to call at any time, I'll show up in my jammies if I have to." He nods without looking up as Dad ushers me out of the hospital. "Daddy, I'm scared. What….What if Micah doesn't wake up?"
"He will," Dad assures me quietly as we walk out of the hospital and down the street. "He's the adult you've looked up to since you were small and I'm willing to bet that you learned some of your stubbornness from him."
"Thanks."
"No need to thank me, sweetheart, it's a father's duty to comfort his daughter. Last time I checked, you're my daughter and you needed comforting." I give a pitiful laugh, nudging him with my shoulder. "There's the smile I was looking for."
"Okay, we need to stop at the flower shop before we head over to Snow's."
"What, why?"
"You expect to pick up your date without giving her anything? Are you stupid?" His eyes widen as he stares down at me, nodding his head and changing directions. After deciding on the proper flower—a red rose—and fixing my dad's jacket, I finally allow him to knock on the door to Snow's loft, giving him a thumbs up. "You got this, Daddy." Emma opens the door, more dressed up than I've ever seen her in a pale pink dress with her blonde hair up in a high ponytail. "I'm just gonna…." I squeeze into the room, letting those two have their moment as I join the others at the kitchen table.
"You look stunning, Swan," Dad greets, his eyes glued to Emma with genuine emotion in his eyes.
"You….Look," Emma starts, looking at a loss for words.
"I know. Now that I'm settling into this world, I finally thought it was time to dress the part." He takes a step into the loft, holding out the rose for Emma to take, the flower held in his returned hand.
"Wow, you really went all out." Emma laughs nervously, not yet noticing that hand that held the flower, but everyone else did.
"Emma," Snow says with shock. That's when Emma really takes a look, her eyes going wide.
"Is that…?"
"Mine," Dad asks with a smirk. "Yeah." Emma takes the rose as he stretches his fingers. "The Dark One kindly restored what he once took from me. It seems he has indeed changed his ways." I call bullshit—what dirt does Dad have on Papa?
"What do I call you now? Captain Hand?" The ice is beginning to fracture as they grow less awkward and I share an excited smile with Snow.
"Killian will do."
"Okay, Killian. We should get out of here before David decides to give you his overprotective-dad speech." David looks on smugly, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Well, save yourself the trouble, mate," Dad says, pointing in David's direction. "I assure you, your daughter couldn't be in better hands."
"That's exactly what worries me," David responds," especially now that you have two of them."
"I can take care of myself," Emma says with a look in her father's direction.
"You sure you don't want me to drive?"
"Goodbye." The couple walk out of the loft, shutting the door behind them and leaving me to smile at David's worried expression.
"Should I be even more worried than I am right now, Morgan?"
"Probably," I nod.
Dark Castle
Aveena runs through the castle, giggling with her arms outstretched to mimic flying. Trista was sick in bed and Rumple was waiting in his spinning room for someone to come seeking a deal, so Aveena was left with free roam and she was enjoying it immensely. Her dress billowed out behind her, not yet hindered by a corset, so she could breathe easily. Grinning, she runs towards the doorway of the spinning room, and straight for her papa. "You want to know," Rumple declares, catching the child easily," why your parents ventured into this strange land."
He sits the six year old down on the table, knowing that very few could look intimidating while holding a giggling little girl. "My sister thinks it was because of her," Anna explains with a sigh of relief, giving the little girl a friendly smile," but I know she's wrong." Aveena watches the woman curiously, swinging her legs back and forth in the air with a smile. "Hello, I'm Anna." Aveena doesn't say anything, knowing better than to give a stranger her name. "Can you help me?" Rumple moves a couple of steps closer to Anna while he begins to talk again.
"As it happens, your parents paid me a visit on their journey." He walks past Anna, turning on his heels a few feet away with a smile. "It would seem when one needs answers, I'm the place to go!" He keeps his tone happy and light, knowing the way to make Anna do what he wants is to manipulate her. Aveena giggles again, tugging on strands of her dark hair. It hung freely, Rumple unable to any of the intricate styles that Trista always did.
"What answers did they seek?"
"Well, I can't just tell you, Dearie. You see," he explains, walking another few feet before facing her again," aside from names, I also have a penchant for making deals."
"A deal? Sure, I'll make a deal. I'll do whatever it takes to help my sister." It's Rumple that giggles this time, the fingers of one hand moving to cover his mouth briefly.
"Whatever it takes? I love it when they say that." He reopens his hand, showing a tiny glass vile between his thumb and index finger for the woman to see. He moves to stand in front of the woman with a giddy smile. "At the foot of the Dark Mountains lives a very old man—prickly sort, probably eats children for breakfast." Aveena's shocked gasp alerts Rumple to the fact that he would have to explain the lie in a while. "I want you to put this in his tea." He holds the vile up on her eye-level.
"What will it do to him?"
"Sorry, Dearie. That's not part of our agreement. Oh, speaking of which…." He waves his hand with a flourish, the vile turning into a contract and quill. "….Our contract." He lays it out on the table beside Aveena, gesturing to it with the quill. "Sign here and I shall tell you why your parents came to see me. Do we have a deal?"
Storybrooke
I walk back into the private room, nodding towards the door when Pan looks up, he nods back and walks out, his sudden movement catching Nicky's attention. "Hey," I say with a small smile," why don't you run home and catch a few hours of sleep? I'll stay with Micah until you get back." He's been crying, tear tracks standing out against his tanned complexion.
"What if he wakes up and I'm not here," he asks, voice breaking near the end.
"Then I will FaceTime you and we'll work with that until you manage to get back here, but until then, Pan will walk you home and I will be here, reading to Micah, and hopefully annoying him until he feels the urge to wake up and smack me." He manages a tiny smile standing and giving me a hug. "Don't worry, sweetie, the doctor said the most serious injury was his appendix and leg."
"I know, just….If he wakes up before I get back, tell him I love him." I smile to let him know that I will, giving his hand a tight squeeze. After the door to the room closed and I saw Pan and Nicky walking away, I take a seat in the chair Nicky had occupied, taking one of Micah's hands in both of mine.
"Alright, Mike, I hope you don't mind my reading voice." I clear my throat, using one hand to open the book I'd brought with me. "In a faraway land, where the sun scorches the fiery desert, there lies an ancient secret. It is a lamp, long forgotten and buried deep beneath the shifting sands. It is small and simple. It bears no fancy design and contains no precious jewels. To all but the wisest among us, it would appear dull and worthless. But this lamp is not what it seems. Long ago, it held the greatest power in all the lands of Arabia. Its magic changed forever the course of a young man's life. A young man who, like the lamp, was more than what he seemed. The tale begins on a dark night, where a dark man waits with a dark purpose…."
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