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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
- 81-82
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Dark Castle
Mozenrath rises slowly from his spot on the ground, the bitter tang of chocolate in his mouth enough to make him nauseous. That combined with the aftertaste of a powerful enchantment had him wondering where the spell had come from since Aveena was not yet powerful enough to have made it on her own. "Thank you," he says breathlessly, leaning heavily on Aladdin as pain spread through his body after the violent seizures.
"Well, don't keep us in suspense," Rumple grins, standing and walking around the two men to reach his daughter. "Take it off and let me see if my spell truly worked!" Mozenrath knew what he was talking about, what he wanted to see. Wincing, Mozenrath sinks down into a chair, using his ungloved hand to remove the Gauntlet and revealing the pearly white bone underneath. Only a bit of ligament and magic kept the bones in place, the flesh and muscle gone all the way up until his right shoulder. "Ohh, truly gruesome, Moze. You should take care of that."
"I will heal it when I return back to my citadel."
"Please," Aladdin says, stepping forward," let us stay here for the night and we'll leave with the sunrise. Mozenrath won't be able to make it through the journey after what he just went through and I'm sure you'd be angry if he died instead of letting you collect on your debt."
"Of course you can stay," Aveena speaks up before Rumple could say otherwise," I'll tell Trista to ready one of the guest rooms." She gives the two men a kind smile.
As everyone retires to their separate rooms for the night, Pan sneaks back into the castle, casting a quick forgetting spell on the occupants—not erasing Mozenrath's memory of being cut free of the Gauntlet, but of Aveena showing up with the life-saving chocolate. As far as everyone in this castle knows, Mozenrath and Aladdin never came here and Rumple wouldn't get suspicious of Aveena's last minute help.
With an extra ounce of magic, he transports Aladdin and Mozenrath back to the Land of the Black Sands, Mozenrath's domain. He would need Mozenrath's help later on and he needed the man to think that it was Pan that helped him break the Gauntlet's hold, not Rumpelstiltskin. He would need the Nevergem if he ever wanted to roam freely through the realms for longer than a few days. He needed to escape Felix once and for all.
Storybrooke
"Please," I continue to whine as I follow Dad into the police station," please, please, please!" Dad ignores me skillfully, walking into the main part of the station with a box of files in his hands that looks as heavy as the one he has me lugging in. "Why can't I get one when you have one? It's not fair!"
"Paperwork ahoy," he calls out, holding his box up for Emma and Elsa to see easily. "Old city records from the mayor's office, as per your request." We set the boxes down on Elsa's desk, the British dude in a jail cell crying out about breakfast obnoxiously.
"Yeah, and parental betrayal. Tell Dad to just give in and give me what I want, Emma."
"What exactly do you want," Emma asks, walking back over to her desk from the cell. "I mean, it has to be pretty big for both of your dads' to say no to."
"A tattoo, not a big one either!"
"Wait," Dad says, holding up a hand," Gold said you couldn't get a tattoo?" I nod, seeing the same spark of rebellion in his eyes that are in mine every time someone says I can't do something. "Well, that settles it then, you'll get a tattoo after your rehearsal. I'll take you myself and you can get a full mural across your back, if that's what you want, though I wouldn't recommend it." I grin, standing on my tip-toes to give him a hug.
"Thank you, Daddy! You're my favorite!"
"Yes, until Gold lets you do something I said no to."
"He already has, how do you think I was able to go out with Pan?" Dad winces, shaking his head a little in a disapproving gesture. I continue to smile despite the look he gives me, practically bouncing in giddiness. It's official, I'm getting a tattoo and it's going to look great! I'm going to get the Dark Mark tattooed in black on my inner left forearm, but it's going to be smaller than described in the books and movies, not wanting it to stand out too much.
"Well, I'm off to take Henry sailing, love," Dad sighs, walking over to Emma," unless there's something else you want me to do here." They stand really close together, like PDA kind of close, and the guy leaning against the bars looks like he's figured out some mind-blowing puzzle.
"Just make sure he wears his life jacket," Emma responds in a low voice with a smile.
"Befriending the son," the British guys says knowingly," to get in with the mum. Yep, no one will ever see through that. I guess it's a mutual thing since that kid over there was trying to get the Sheriff here to change your mind." Dad faces the guy, taking an intimidating step forward.
"Why don't you keep your thoughts to yourself, mate," he says with a stern don't fuck with me attitude. They stare each other down for a moment and I half expected a western theme to begin at any time while they drew pistols, but Dad turned his back on the guy, gave Emma a kiss on the cheek, and ushered me out of the station. "Come on, beautiful, let's get you to the theater. You have important decisions to make today, right?"
"I'm not the one making them," I remind him," I'm just announcing Micah's decision while he finishes up his stay in the hospital. He wants me to announce who our Mrs. Lovett is going to be and then leave the play rehearsal to Mrs. Bryland to direct."
"What happened to Mister Bryland?"
"He's in the dark," I respond with a smirk as we walk outside in the crisp mid-morning air. My outfit made no sense to most people walking around, but the theater is too warm to wear layers in and I always bring a spare outfit to change into before I rejoin normal society. Outside the theater, I give Dad another hug. "Alright, I'll see you in a few hours."
"Be good, Vee. I love you." He kisses the top of my head before walking back down the street, the way we'd come earlier towards the docks. Smiling, I push the doors open and enter the theater, walking in past the stall where people would pay and into the actual theater part where the stage and chairs were. Mrs. Bryland is already seated at the folding table near the stage, her hair done up in a tight headache-inducing bun.
"Have you got Micah's choice," she asks sourly, going through some paperwork for her divorce.
"Yep." I nod, sitting a seat away from her and propping my feet up on the table. "Alright, I want all the Lovett tryouts on the stage pronto!" The teens and women do as I say, lining up on the stage with anxious looks and crossed fingers. "Micah's made his decision and Nicky made sure I knew who to choose since he's staying with Micah at the hospital. The more compassionate of the two wants me to tell you that you've all done brilliantly, but only one of you can be the crazy cannibal we all know and love." I pause, picking out the face of the woman that would be the leading lady.
"Our cast is as follows," Bryland calls out, glasses perched on the edge of her nose. "Our Sweeney Todd is Samuel Carmichael, Anthony is Nathaniel Williams, Turpin is Eric Grace, Johanna is Bridgett Marks, and I'll let Morgan here introduce our Lovett."
"Camille Bennett, whoever the hell you are, it's your lucky day." I let the girls/women let out their squeals and protests before raising my voice to be heard over the noise. "Bennett, go with the wardrobe team to vintage stores around town and find the crap to make up your outfit, the rest of you can go home, because we have no need of extras."
Pan
With an extra skip in his step, Pan walks through the lazy town towards the hospital where his new, albeit reluctant, ally waited for him. He knew his spell all those years ago would still be working and it would be easy to convince Micah that it was himself that saved Micah in their previous world. A few choice phrases and a direct quote should suffice in the long run, and of course, good old fashioned death threats.
He would need help from someone that used to study magical artifacts to find what he's looking for, someone who has seen pictures of it and researched it well enough that they would know where to look. The Nevergem is here somewhere, Pan is certain of that. Felix brought it to this world when Pan first began to rebel against his control, hiding it in the realm without magic so that Pan would have fewer ways to resist the Alp's harsh persuasion.
No matter, Felix is dead and gone, and Pan's future was just out of reach. Morgan should be busy these next few weeks with that stupid play she's a part of, so he wouldn't have to worry about her putting her nose where it doesn't belong. He loves her, as well as he can at this point, and he doesn't want to hurt her, but he will if it comes to that. With the Nevergem, he's power would rebuild and he would stand a chance against Rumple.
He walks into Micah's room, glad to find that Nicky wasn't around to pester him. "Good afternoon, Micah," Pan greets, sitting in the unoccupied chair at Micah's bedside. The book he dropped off yesterday was laying on the tray beside the Sweeney Todd script and a half-eaten bagel. "I trust you enjoyed my little present?" Micah gives him a hard look, hazel eyes going cold like they always used to be before he fell for the little streetrat.
"What do you want from me, Pan," he demands, sitting up straighter in bed.
"How much do you remember?"
"About my old life? Everything, or most of it, anyways. Why do you care, Pan?" Pan smiles, standing and hovering his hand over the man's shattered kneecap. The magic he has inside him is reluctant to come to the surface, but it does after a moment and Micah's knee is partially healed.
"When your healing is complete, you will pay me the price of me taking your immortality and Gauntlet away." He pats Micah's' shoulder supportively. "Get some rest, Necromancer, you're going to need it before I'm finished with you."
Morgan
I make myself comfortable on Micah's hospital bed, the raised plastic side of it digging into my arm until Micah scoots over a fraction. "I told you this wouldn't be comfortable," I state matter-of-factly. "I said that we would just begin to argue over who's going to get up first instead of focusing on what needs to be done."
"Shut up, Morgan and tell me what's going on in the outside world," Micah grumbles, snatching the revised script out of my hands.
"Well, we had to tweak the songs to match Bennett's singing voice since she doesn't seem able to adjust her pitch very well."
"That's fine, we can work on that if we use her for some other play." He flips through the pages of the script, brows almost touching as he furrows his brow and continues to skim. "What's wrong with this line, it's a direct quote from the movie we're basing it all on."
"Bryland said that she wanted to paraphrase most of it instead of relying so heavily on the movie dialogue. She'll have another version printed up tomorrow for you to go over."
"How'd the first practice go?"
"A few fumbles, mostly Carmichael trying to get the razors to open, but everything else went pretty smoothly. The extras had everything down after all the times you made them redo stuff, and our Anthony and Johanna have started to date, so chemistry between those two won't need to be faked so desperately. Um…." I rack my brain, trying to think of anything else he needed to know about. "I'm going to record everything tomorrow morning, so you can watch afterwards and we'll go from there."
"Sound good." The script lays open on his lap as he stares ahead at nothing, looking confused and unsure about something. "Do you remember who I was in the other world?" That question catches me off guard, and I have to think hard before I answer him.
"I don't know, so many people came through my life before the curse that I can't keep track. Maybe I did at some point, maybe Papa helped you with something or you helped him? Who knows anymore, all these curses have made my memory an unreliable thing at best." I shrug, resting my head against his shoulder. "All I really know is that we're friends now and I like being friends with someone who doesn't use me."
"What about Pan?"
"Huh?"
"How well do you know your boyfriend, Morgan?"

I lean against the kitchen counter, pulling out a Hershey's bar while I wait on Dad to show up and walk me to the tattoo parlor. Micah's question still has me uneasy, only making me question how much I do know about Pan. I've known him for a year and a half, part of which was spent as his hostage in another realm, and I still only know a handful about him while he learns more about me every damn day. I tear the wrapper open, breaking off a square of the cookies 'n' cream bar before popping it in my mouth.
The sweet flavor has me almost dizzy, the room seeming to shift beneath me until I'm forced to sit or fall. What the hell was that about? A sudden feeling of nausea hits and I barely make it to the trash can before getting sick, the heaving making my shoulders ache. I continue puking until there's nothing left, lying limply on the cool wood floor in a cold sweat. Strange, distorted memories were whirring past, almost like a movie in fast forward.
Everything moving too fast for me to keep up with or going fuzzy just as I was beginning to understand them. "Do you know what this is, darling," Pan's voice inquired in one section of the memories, the sweet aftertaste of the chocolate bar mixing with the taste of bile and creating something sour. "Do you know what this is, darling? Chocolate. Enchanted chocolate. All magic comes with a price!" Everything seemed to run together, the voices changing and morphing into other people's voices.
And then my eyes were closing and the memories began to slow and come back into focus.
Micah
The day seemed to drag on until the moon finally hung high in the sky, its gentle glow invading Micah's hospital room and the book that lay opened in his lap. He could remember everything now of his old life, the block washed away in a storm of memories that hit him hard and fast. Now he was left wondering if Nicky could remember anything, though he'd put his bet on not because Nicky'd read through the book and didn't make any connections to his past.
He didn't even recognize the woman he'd once loved, just commented that she was pretty and continued to flip through. He stares down at the page, a surge of envy that the book didn't mention himself, it focused on Aladdin and Jasmine and that irrefutably irritating villain that carried a stupid snake cane everywhere. He shakes his head, throwing the book across the room with a grunt. Nicky went home a few hours ago after a lot of prodding from Micah and now he regretted that as Pan walks inside for the next healing.
"Have I come at a bad time," he questions with raised brows, picking the book up and dusting it off.
"Not at all, your presence makes everything better," Micah remarks, the bitter sarcasm in his voice hard to miss. "Get this over with, Pan, and then get out before I begin screaming that your hand went a little too close to my personal zone." Pan snorts tossing the book down in the chair Nicky usually occupies before seating himself on the edge of Micah's bed beside his leg. Pan hovers his hand over the sore limb, letting his magic sink in and create an unpleasant warmth spread into the bone.
"I told you earlier that you would be helping me by paying off your debt…."
"Yeah, something like that, I guess."
"Have you researched a crystal, Blaine? It's the size of a newborn's fist and a strange black color that you can partially see through. It hangs off a bronze chain and is cut into an oval shape." Micah knows immediately what Pan is describing, remembering how long he spent staring at the picture of the crystal while still an apprentice under Destane.
"Why do you want that?" The warmth of magic vanishes when Pan pulls away, his grin promising nothing good to come.
"I want to regain my full potential of magic and to do that I need the Nevergem. It's somewhere here in Storybrooke and you're going to help me find it, but I don't want anyone else to know until I'm ready to tell them. Do you understand, Blaine? If you let anything slip, I'll waste no time in crushing your boyfriend's heart."
"I understand, now get the hell out."
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