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Ignorance is Bliss	By : Khaleesi-Of-Dragons Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time Views: 2317 -:- 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
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Dark Castle
"So you poured it in the tea," Rumple checks, the vile balanced between two fingers at eye level for him to stare at it. It's empty, but he knows the woman's kind well, she was lying, and poorly at that. Aveena sits on the floor beside his chair, the Holy Grail clutched in her hands.
"Just as you asked," Anna says with a little bounce, swaying to and fro as though the lie made it physically impossible for her to stay still.
"And he drank it?"
"Every last drop." He looks up at her now, gauging her reaction to what he was about to say.
"Good! Then he'll live." Aveena giggles at her papa's happy tone, smiling up at him in such a way that made the ice around Rumple's heart melt just a smidgen more. What is it about innocent little children that make even evil doers like himself putty in their tiny little hands?
"So, now can you tell me why my parents came—" She stops abruptly, his words finally sinking in and the guilt beginning to blossom. "Wait, what? What do you mean 'live'?"
"He'll live because he drank the antidote you gave him." The entire time he speaks, he fiddles with the empty vile, making sure it stayed in her line of sight. Oh yes, there it was, the tell-tale panic in those big eyes of hers. It was almost enough to make Rumple giggle, the pure joy he feels when the supposed heroes do something so terrible too much to pass up at times.
"Antidote? To what?"
"Uh, poison," Rumple says, his tone suggesting she should have figured that out by this point.
"I thought it was poison." That is enough to make Rumple laugh.
"No, the poison's what he drank yesterday." He'd sent Aveena to give it to him, the old man unable to resist her innocence nor the bottle of wine she appeared with. "What you had was the curefor that." She closes her eyes for a moment, allowing Rumple time to school his features into a disappointed mask.
"I didn't give it to him."
"Well, why not? We had a deal."
"We need more antidote. We have to go back to the cottage." She's gone into panic mode now and she moves over to the table looking ready to beg. He doesn't look down when he feels one of his daughter's arms wrapping around his leg, her head resting just above that as Anna's voice rises a little. "We have to help him." Rumple stands, pushing the small globe forward on the table to draw her gaze while he takes Aveena's hand in his.
"Well, I'm afraid it's far too late for that, Dearie." He waves his free hand over the globe, the glass orb showing Anna the effects of Rumple's poison. The apprentice looked as though he was choking, then doubling over, and finally succumbing to the potion as a black smoke swirls about him for a second before clearing away to reveal the mouse he's become. "You should have listened to me when you had the chance." She goes white, turning and running from the castle.
"Papa, are you going after her," Aveena asks, setting the Grail on the table and looking up at him with a crooked smile. "Can we use your magic?"
"You like my magic?"
"Yes, it's like a warm hug."
"Well then, how could I deny my little bird when she asks so sweetly?" She giggles, wrapping her arms around Rumple's waist as the tug of magic starts before sweeping them away and depositing them in the apprentice's cottage. "Careful not to step on it!" She spins to face him, her desperation reaching new levels.
"We have to find him," she says quickly," you have to change him back." Aveena stays half-behind him, peering out around the small room.
"Oh, but I can't, Dearie."
"Why?"
"Because I don't want to. He was protecting something that I need." Realization replaces desperation, the woman looking at him in a new light.
"You were the one who poisoned him."
"Mm, technically, my daughter did. I merely provided the drink and sent her on her way."
"Then why did you send me here with the antidote if you wanted to turn him into a mouse?"
"It was never about him. It was always about you."
"It was all a test?"
"And one you performed admirably. You see, he's but the first line of defense. And what he protects is also guarded by an enchantment—a spell that can only be broken by someone who has been tempted by their inner darkness and turned away from it—someone just like you." He turns his back to her, giving Aveena a wink and a grin. "I knew you wouldn't do it. I knew you'd see the best in the old man."
"I never faced my inner darkness."
"What?" Rumple faces her again, his anger bubbling to the surface. She's too smug for his liking, but he would get the better of her in the end.
"As soon as I met the old man, I knew what I had to do. I could never hurt someone to get what I want. Elsa wouldn't want me to. So I was never even tempted by that inner darkness that you speak of." He rambling was beginning to gnaw at what few nerves he had left—which weren't very many considering he was raising a little girl. "In fact, I don't even think I have one. I'm, unlike you, nice." He forces a smile on his face.
"Well, then, Dearie, I hope you're gonna enjoy spending the rest of your life locked up in my tower." Ah yes, the smugness is gone now and he snaps his hand forward, the contract appearing in front of her. "It was part of our deal."
"But I have to get back to Elsa."
"Then you should never have left home in the first place. Imagine the guilt she will feel when you don't return home from your journey—a journey you only took because of her. She will finally become that monster everyone fears she is." He gives a mocking gasp, catching Aveena's innocent smile. "I suppose the wedding's off." He walks past her, gently pushing Aveena ahead of him until he hears the sound of metal scraping against rock.
"No!" He turns to look at the woman, faking a scared demeanor, his gaze moving to the sword she held expertly and pointed at his chest. "Rip it up. Rip up the contract now!"
"Well, I can't do that, Dearie. No, I'm afraid the only way for you to escape your fate is by killing me. And we both know you're just….Too….Nice. I mean, can you really kill me in front of my daughter?" Aveena gives a dramatic gasp, falling onto her backside and scrambling backwards as he'd taught her to do if he was ever put in the position. He knew without looking at her that her expression was nothing short of horrified. "Do it." The point of the sword is pressed against his chest and he knew that, if she went through with it, the sword would go through his blackened heart as easily as a hot knife through butter. Her expression in a determined one, the darkness in her eyes making him want to leap with joy. "Go on. Right through me. Do it." She twists the sword against him. "Do it. Do it! Do it! Do it!"
With a whimper, she drops the word and backs away quickly as he knew she would. "Papa," Aveena shouts, launching herself at Rumple and wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
"You may never have considered dosing the old man…." He moves towards her, bending at the waist with his dagger out and a predatory grin on his face. "….But you just thought about killing me." He catches the tear rolling down her face with his dagger, the salty drop soaking into the metal. He straightens up, brandishing the dagger proudly. "And now I have exactly what I need—the tear of someone who has faced their inner darkness and turned away." She looks up at him ashamedly. "The love for your sister was all I needed."
"I should have known," she says, voice shaky from crying. "I should have known the moment I met you—you're a monster. You take the most precious thing in this world—love—and turn it into a weapon." The anger inside him was rising up again, a jealous rage that he could never quite bury.
"Love is a weapon, Dearie. Always has been. It's just…." He moves away from her, waving his dagger and forcing two doors hidden under straw to slam open. "….So few people know how to wield it." He walks down the stairs, Aveena following dutifully behind him without a word. The room hidden beneath the cottage was huge and damp, made of stones that seemed to draw in moisture. With a flick of the wrist, torches set into the walls are burning brightly and giving off some warmth. He and the child move to stand on the dais in the center of the room, a pedestal raised up in the center, and a small round object set on the center on it.
It's a simple looking object, the outside made of gold yet shaped to look like wood while the very top was made of dark sapphire and made to look like the raging waters of the sea with stars painted on it—it's exactly how he thought it would look. He waves the dagger over it, watching in anticipation as the object turned into a hat of sorts with a galaxy trapped within it.
Storybrooke
"Like a rocket, the genie launched himself into the sky. The Sultan followed him with his eyes until the genie disappeared over the horizon. Aladdin and Jasmine didn't even notice him leave. As they shared a long, dreamy kiss, they didn't notice much of anything—except each other," I finish, closing the book with a sigh. "Alright, Micah, I've got to go, but I'll see you tomorrow." I stand, placing a kiss on his forehead and giving Nicky a hug before using my magic to whisk me away to the pawn shop.
"How's Mister Blaine doing," Papa asks, looking up from the cash register.
"Um," I sigh, leaning against the counter with my face buried in my arms," his appendix was yanked out since it had ruptured, his knee was shattered, and he's black and blue. He's still not awake, but Pan said he'd stay with Nicky at the hospital to heal the best he can with what little magic he has left." I shrug, feeling tired and just drained. I never notice Papa moving until he wraps and arm around my shoulder and moves me to sit in the chair behind the counter.
Dark Castle
Rumple walks back up the stairs into the cottage, the box in one hand with the other clutching the dagger. Aveena follows behind him, clutching the back of Rumple's coat in both hands. Anna is still seated on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest. He closes the doors with magic again, Anna standing slowly and giving him an apprehensive look. "I helped you get what you want," she reminds him. "So give me what you promised. Tell me about my parents."
"Well, Dearie," Rumple states," the King and Queen of Arendelle landed on my doorstep with an itsy-bitsy problem—your sister." He steps closer to her, loving how much he intimidated the girl. "They wanted something to take her powers away forever."
"My parents loved Elsa."
"Sounded more to me like they feared her. It's a thin line and oh so easy to cross. You must have known." He continues to move, forcing her to turn in order to keep him in her site and continue to back away. "They always wished she had been a bit more….Normal."
"Did they find what they were looking for?"
"I'm afraid not. No one could lay their hands on that kind of magic…." He raises the box. "Until now."
"So that's what the box does."
"Not the box, what's inside—a hat, crafted a thousand years ago by a sorcerer for one purpose—to steal magical power—and guarded all these years by his apprentice."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"When the hat has collected all its ill-gotten power and it fully charged, I will be unstoppable."
"I though the Dark One was already unstoppable."
"There are limits, however small." He has her backed up against the wall now, the glee he feels building up inside him now that he finally has what he needs to break the dagger's hold on him.
"No, you can't. That mouse—that apprentice—he dedicated his life to keeping it out of the hands of people like you."
"Too bad he's not here to stop me."
"What if he is?" She's smug again and Rumple was growing tired of that expression being on someone else's face when he has the upper hand. She looks up with a smile, Rumple's brow creasing in frustration and confusion. What about the ceiling could possibly give this woman so much hope? He follows her gaze up to the rafters, spotting the damn mouse right before it leapt down and bit into the flesh of Rumple's hand. He lets out a pained shout, forced to drop the dagger in order to shake the filthy animal off. Aveena screams, jumping up in a chair and clutching the back of it as Rumple lunged for Anna a second too late. She holds up the dagger with both hands. "Don't come any closer!" The magic of it forces him to take a couple of steps back. "Wait, you're not coming any close just because I told you not to?" He says nothing, shaking his sore hand again with a sneer. "I get it. As long as I have this wavy knife, you have to do as I say, don't you?"
"Yes," he answer reluctantly. "That's how it works."
"Is that one of the limits you spoke of? Is that why you want the hat—to free yourself from the control of this dagger? Answer me."
"To be free of the control and to keep my power. Yes." He picks his daughter up, holding her close in an attempt to stop her crying.
"Yeah, I can't let you walk out of here with something like that. So, please, give me the box." He tries to resist until it was made impossible by the pull of the dagger, handing her the box.
"Remember, Dearie, you can't keep hold of that dagger forever, and you don't want to be on the other end of it when I get it back."
"Then I command you send me and this box home to Arendelle."
"If I must."
"Wait. And, also, you can never hurt me or my sister. And you have to turn the mouse back into a man." He can feel the side of his mouth twitching in anger, the dagger the only thing keeping Rumple from wrenching this woman's head off her miserable shoulders. Well, the dagger and the fact that Aveena had his neck in a chokehold. "Okay. Now I'm ready."
He waves a hand, a dark red could of magic springing up in front of her and sending her back to where she came from, the dagger clattering to the floor. He picks it up, being sure to send Aveena outside before he let out a scream of pure rage.
Storybrooke
I wake up when I hear the bell above the shop door jingle, taking a minute to try and look presentable. The number one rule in Papa's shop when you're working is to dress nicely and for me that means the cream colored skirt and black peasant blouse that I have on, plus heels. I remove my shoes, still in the dizzy half-awake stage that made walking in heels a treacherous task. With one last look in the mirror to make sure my hair didn't look too bad, I start towards the front room, only to stop at the curtain, hearing the familiar voices of Dad and Papa.
"Okay," I hear Dad state," we're done. I've fulfilled our deal, now take it off." I peek past the curtain, seeing that Dad was holding up his new hand. With a wave of his hand, Papa's magic transfers Dad's hand into the jar of liquid on the counter and the silver hook back in place in the holder that covers Dad's stump.
"Our deal actually isn't complete," Papa informs him.
"I say it is." How did Papa manipulate Dad into doing something and what is that something Dad was manipulated to do? "You can no longer control me, mate. I just saw you use the real dagger, so I know you're lying to Belle." Oh great, maybe we should just announce it that Belle has a fake dagger and be done with this. "You've got nothing on me." Dad smiles, looking smugger than any one person has a right to. Papa holds up a finger in a hang on gesture before picking up a VHS tape.
"Security tape from the house we just left." He sets it down on the counter in front of Dad. "How do you think Miss Swan and Morgan are going to react when they find out what you did to that kindly old man?"
"I know how that device works and if I'm on there, so are you." Papa waves a hand over it, the faint whoosh of magic making me shiver.
"And now I'm not. But you are."
"I only did what you asked so I could rid myself of that cursed hand. So I could become a better man. Emma and my daughter will understand that."
"Even when they find out the truth?"
"What truth?" My question exactly. Has Daddy been running some kind of scheme behind my back?
"This hand isn't cursed." Dad's minuscule smile is completely wiped away now as he stares at Papa in shock.
"No, you said—"
"You were right," Papa chuckles coldly," Dark One lies, Dark One tricks. This hand is nothing but a lump of flesh. The only thing it did was give you permission, permission to be the man you really are—not some puppy dog chasing after the object of his obsession, but a ruthless pirate who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. I did you a favor. I helped you remember the darkness that lies beneath."
"Then you know that that darkness will have no problem crushing Belle's heart and taking my daughter away from you." I let out a quiet gasp, one hand moving to cover my mouth. No, I just got them back to cooperating with each other, and they can't screw this up now!
"If you go after my family, you will lose the woman you love. You threatened my marriage, tried to destroy the only light in my life and for that, you will owe me as long as you live."
"What if I'm willing to take you down with me?"
"I think that I know you better than you know yourself, Dearie." I watch as Papa moves around the counter to face Dad without anything between them. "So here we are, Captain, still in business together. I think you and I are gonna have some fun." Dad storms out of the shop and I quickly move back to the desk in the backroom when Papa begins to turn, lying my head on my arms on the desk and feigning sleep.
Dark Castle
Pan watches on as Mozenrath writhes on the floor, no one in the room knowing what to do and his lover beginning to shout for Rumpelstiltskin to do something about it. Rumple looked undisturbed, seated in the chair at the head of the table and fiddling with ingredients to see if he had the ones necessary to help the seizure pass without doing more damage. It wasn't taking Mozenrath's immortality that was sending the boy into the fits, but the Gauntlet fighting to regain complete control.
The magical artifact was bound to him tightly, feasting on flesh and muscle all the way up to the man's shoulder. The second Mozenrath slipped the glove on, he signed away part of his soul and no one could save the boy now. Well, no one apart from himself. Pan smirks, floating along to the next window as Aveena flees the room. He moves in front of her, forcing the teen to stop. "You," she gasps, wiping tears off her face and taking a step back.
"Me," Pan grins, leaning casually against the wall and looking her over. "Your friend in there seems to be in trouble."
"That's none of your business!"
"Not even if I can help?" He pulls a square of chocolate out of thin air, holding it up between two fingers. "Do you know what this is, darling?"
"Chocolate." Her demeanor has changed quickly, mirroring the man that had raised her—changing from utter sadness to snide arrogance in two seconds flat. Pan waves a hand over the small square, the dark chocolate glowing golden for a second before returning to its natural coloring.
"And now it's enchanted chocolate—just the thing Mozenrath needs to survive this ordeal." She moves faster than Pan had thought she could, grabbing for the chocolate only to find herself pinned against the wall with the fingers of one hand wrapped around Pan's wrist and the other trapped against her side as Pan presses closer to her.
"What's the price?"
"It's not yours to pay. I will take it from Mozenrath when I need it, and I need him to survive." After a second longer of debating whether or not to tempt fate and kiss her, Pan takes a step back and presses the chocolate into her hand. "Run along now, darling, he doesn't have much longer to live." She stares at him for a moment before turning and running back the way she came.
Storybrooke
Micah groans a little, the pain medication trickling into him through an IV making him want to close his eyes and drift off again, but as much as he loves dreams of a topless Nicky dancing, he's certain that the real Nicky was missing his company. Forcefully, Micah opens his eyes and looks around in slight confusion. Fighting through a drug haze, he blinks a couple of times to bring the room into focus, realizing that annoying beeping sound belonged to the heart monitor he was hooked up to. What in God's name is going on?
He could do little more than move his head and moan, the room growing fuzzy again even as he fought it off. He looks down at his arm, following the small, clear tube protruding from it to the IV bag hanging on a stand beside his bed, dripping fluids and who knows what else into his blood stream. Going cross-eyed, he looks down to see what's stuck in his nose, finding one of those oxygen things you see in those doctor shows when the patient needs help breathing. "Mmm," he moans softly, making a face.
The blankets are itchy and the pillow doesn't support his head enough for him to really look around him; he smelled an under layer of old feet and heard distant chatter that just wouldn't stop. Yup, this is a hospital all right, but where is his boyfriend with all the pity Micah wanted at the moment? "About time you decided to wake up," an unfamiliar voice states. Micah turns his head in the other direction, finding none other than Peter Pan standing beside the bed. "I have a job for you when you get out of here, think of it as payment for saving your life back in your other life."
"What are you talking about?"
"You don't remember, do you?"
"If I did, would I be asking you, you demented piece of trash?" Pan snorts, throwing the book he held down on the bed by Micah's hand and walking to the door, pausing there and sending Micah a look over his shoulder.
"Read that over and see if anything jumps out at you." Micah was confused, what does Aladdin have to do with anything?
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