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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
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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Pan
He could feel it again, a sharp tugging that seemed to weaken every day that he spent running around Storybrooke like a chicken with his head cut off. It seemed particularly stronger in Morgan's room than anywhere else and he had a strong feeling that Felix had sent the Nevergem to Rumpelstilskin, who had passed it on to Morgan when she was old enough to handle the pulse of magic. Or maybe he had given it to her in the hopes that she would absorb the magic of the crystal?
"Okay," Morgan sighs, walking back into her room, hair damp and curling as it dried. Her clothing style intrigued him, she mainly dressed in dark colors despite her usually happy personality—they were contrasting and interesting. Today she had on ripped black skinny jeans, and a black tank top with the man known as Loki on the front, a pair of heeled boots, and a black jacket. "Let's get today over with, I'm already tired."
"All you've done is crawl out of bed, shower, and get dressed," he points out with a smile.
"Yes, and it was exhausting. Do me a favor, get the necklace Dad gave me out of my jewelry box." Pan nods, moving across the room to the antique wooden box that sat on her vanity, opening the front panel where she kept her necklaces. One in particular caught his eye as he reached in to grab the one Hook gave her, this necklace was oval shaped with a silver back and hung from a heavy brass chain. "Did you get lost?" He jumps, not having heard Morgan approach.
She pulls her necklace out, brushing against him as she moves away again, her scent making him close his eyes and breathe in deeply. She really does smell good, the mixture of magic and shampoo almost intoxicating. Magic had a specific scent depending on the type—Elsa and the Snow Queen smelled like a cold winter's morning, Gold smelled like bitter chocolate, and Morgan smelled like rain. He exhales sharply, taking one last look at the Nevergem.
"We'd better hurry or Micah may come looking for you," he finally speaks up, knowing there was no possible way for him to get the crystal with Morgan watching him so intently. It felt like she knew something, like she could see every thought that speeds through his mind, and he felt only the tiniest bit guilty about it. He should never have grown attached to her, he knew that as soon as he had the chance, he would escape this mundane world with his magic fully restored.
Morgan
"Morgan," Micah drawls as we walk into the theater," sing something for our newest patron." The person sitting beside Micah at the folding table turns to face Pan and me with a lazy smile. His blonde hair should've told who he was to begin with considering how few blonde men there are in Storybrooke, but it's still a nice surprise when I find Whale instead of one of the Brylands. "Apparently, the good doctor hasn't heard your voice yet since he had to work through our showing of Sweeney Todd."
"Sucks for him," I reply, sitting in the chair next to Micah while Pan takes a seat in one of the theater seats out of the way of the planning process. "I'm not singing in this play, you can just play music like they did in the movie for intermissions."
"You know, if we put a blonde wig on you—"
"Continue with that train of thought and I will see to it that you go home with my boot up your ass, Blaine." Micah snorts, giving me a look of amused pity.
"Oh, honey, if I can take Nicky, then I can deal with your boot."
"Okay," Whale interrupts loudly as Micah opened his mouth to continue," Let's focus on who we'll cast in this and how the script is coming." And the process begins all over again.
Gold
After making sure everything in the backroom was safely accounted for and that Henry didn't do too much snooping, Gold walks back into the front of the store, taking up his usual place behind the counter and watching as Henry swept the floor. He really is a good boy, but he should be sure to tidy up a bit more if he's going to rifle through things that don't belong to him. "Okay," Henry says, walking up to the counter with his chest puffed out," I've swept the floor twice. Don't you think it's time I learned something a bit more…Magical?"
Knowing that Regina didn't want Henry to learn magic unless she was his teacher, Gold's response wasn't hard to come up with. "Well, Henry, today is your lucky day." The boy's dark eyes fill with the same hope and excitement Morgan's did when she first began her studies in magic. "Because I am gonna give you a potion that possesses the power to transform something old into something new." He bends down to retrieve a dark brown glass bottle as he speaks, holding it so that Henry couldn't read the label.
"What kind of potion's that?" Gold spin the bottle in his hand, the label showing clearly on the front now and Henry's expression dropping.
"Furniture polish. You can start in the back." He hands it over to the boy with a smile and points a finger at him. "Don't touch anything you shouldn't." Less enthusiastic, Henry takes bottle and broom and walks to the backroom right as the shop door opened to allow David, Belle, Hook, and Elsa inside. Really, he was beginning to grow tired about fixing other people's mistakes. "Ah, this procession never bodes well." He shuts his inventory book, focusing on the people in front of him.
"The Snow Queen iced over the locks of the sheriff's station," David explains," Emma's trapped inside with her."
"We need your help, Rumple," Belle pleads, only her words having an effect on him," you must be able to get us in there. Please." He stares down at the counter top, working through what affect it could have on the plans he's already put in place.
"How could I turn down the pleas of my beloved wife," he asks rhetorically, looking into Belle's eyes and reveling in the love he saw mirrored back. "After you." Three of the four leave, Hook hanging behind, looking worried and on edge.
"Alright, Crocodile, what's your game," Hook asks once the door closed behind the trio. He steps up the counter in a threatening manner, though no shiver of fear went racing down Gold's spine. Hook can't kill him and he most certainly couldn't scare him. Not when he's so close to his goal. "The last two villains that came into town tried to kill you, but you seem rather unconcerned by this one. Makes a man wonder if you two have a history." The accuracy of Hook's line of thinking makes Gold angry, but he tries not to show it to the pirate.
"You can wonder all you like, Dearie. My history….My business." He's just glad that Morgan would be busy at the theater for a little while longer and hopefully wouldn't have to get involved.
Morgan
I never thought the end of my "shift" at the theater would involve excitement of this level, not the bad kind of excitement, anyway. Nicky and I were walking our normal route back to Papa's shop when we noticed a group of people gathered by the station and the huge hole in the wall. "Wow," I breathe. "What happened here?" Papa looks up as Nicky and I approach, looking none too happy to see me getting interested in something that was none of my business.
"I did it," Emma says in a shaky voice, looking down at her hands uncertainly. My eyes widen, looking around at the stone that litters the parking lot. She must have been inside when she blew the hole in the wall because there was only minor damage inside. Dad and David take a step closer to her, obviously meaning to offer comfort, but Emma's hands shoot up and she begins to retreat in fear. "Just keep your distance. I don't know if I can control myself. I don't want to hurt anyone." Nicky moves so that I'm half-behind him and half-behind Papa, barely able to see as Hook tries to run after Emma.
"You should heed her words," Papa cautions.
"Emma, we can help," Elsa calls out.
"Just stay away," Emma replies, still walking. The second Dad's fingers graze her wrist, Emma turns and throws her arm out, magic sparking from it and hitting a nearby streetlight, the light coming down and sparks showering from every other light nearby. Nicky turns quickly, pulling me close to him and shielding me from the unruly magic.
"David," Snow screams in concern. Nicky relaxes only slightly, still holding me protectively like a brother might hold his younger sister when she's scared of the monster under her bed. I peek around him, spotting David and Dad on the ground, neither one of them appearing too banged up from what I can make out. Snow helps David up, making sure he wasn't in need of an ER visit before fixing Emma with a harsh look. "Emma!" Emma's eyes widen with guilt at the sharp tone, beginning to back away again. "Emma…. Emma, wait." She shakes her head, turning and running for her car.
"Swan," Dad shouts, grabbing for her again, but missing. I watch as she drives off, the fabric of Nicky's shirt clenched tightly in my hands, suddenly very happy for all the strict training I went through with Papa to be able to control my magic.
"Are you both okay," Papa asks, holding Belle's hand in his and using the free one to cup my face. "You're not hurt, little bird?"
"I'm fine, Papa," I answer softly, my hands shaking. "Thank you for teaching me how to control all of this." I gesture at myself with my hands, knowing that he understood what I meant.
"Don't thank me, sweetheart, I'm just glad you're okay."
Gold
Gold stares at the little snow globe in his hands, focusing on all the tiny details that make up the clock tower captured inside. This would be taken home as a gift to Morgan, something for her to add to her collection of knickknacks. The door above his shop door jingles and he can smell the cold of Ingrid's magic as she steps inside. "As someone who's created many monsters in his time," he says without turning around," I am impressed by the number you did on Miss Swan." He can hear the click of shoes on hardwood as she walks a few steps closer to him.
"I'm ready to make that deal," she says in her usual breathy tone. He laughs softly, setting the snow globe down on the counter before turning to face the town's newest villain.
"So, you finally understand what you didn't so many years ago?" He remembered the meeting as clearly as if it were yesterday, something that happens when you're an immortal with an excellent memory.
"I want my ribbons back."
"Then you'll also understand that a—a deal requires an exchange of goods. And I'm no longer convinced that you have anything I want."
"You still need one more thing to cleave yourself from that dagger." Gold sobers immediately at her words, a thousand different thoughts running wild in his head, trying to figure out how she'd guessed his plans so easily.
"And how do you know about that?"
"I had that hat longer than you." She begins walking again, stopping not far from him. "I learned many things. Among them—the missing piece of your puzzle. Give me my ribbon. I'll tell you what it is." His heart began to race in his chest and he was almost sure she could hear the rapid thumping of it. "You see, I've figured out your plan. Storybrooke is a small town. Too small for someone as powerful as the Dark One to be content."
"Well, they did close down that ice-cream parlor I was so fond of." To get some of his personal space back, he walks behind the counter with calm, measured steps meant to give the impression that he wasn't feeling doubt gnawing away at him.
"You want to cleave yourself from the dagger, so you can venture outside Storybrooke without losing your power or your precious girls." As she talks, he bends down to retrieve a rectangular wooden box and places it on the counter between the two of them. "You want, in short, what all villains want."
"And what's that?" He unclasps the lock, opening the top for her to see the three pale yellow ribbons inside, each of them tied into a perfect bow. Ingrid gives a small gasp when she sees them for the first time in years, her sentimentality showing on her face.
"Everything." She meets his gaze again, her pale eyes locking with his dark ones. "And I want to give it to you."
"What makes you so generous?" Her hand rises hesitantly, but Gold moves his faster to rest in front of the ribbons. There's no way she's getting her hands on these just yet. Her hand pauses before resting on the snow globe.
"What you want is out there. And everything that I want is in here." Ice begins to form on the glass, obscuring the clock tower from view. So much for giving it to Morgan. "Do what you want with the rest of the world. Storybrooke will be mine." Fair enough, what's one town when he can have the rest of this magic-free world? He lifts one small, blue, velvet cushion from the box, a ribbon tied neatly around it. "Do you want your answer?" He looks up at her, his brows drawn together in his anger that she'd found out his plans after all.
"You know I do."
"Then we have a deal." Her hand stretches out again, going for the cushion he held in his hand, but he pulls it out of her reach, pointing at her like he'd pointed at Henry earlier today.
"You first. Tell me what I require." After a beat, she leans forward over the counter to whisper in his ear.
"The heart of someone who knew you before you became the Dark One." His lips form a content smile, two people in town fitting in quite nicely.
"Not only can I do that…." Both lean back into their original positions. "….But I shall do it with great pleasure."
Pan
He moves through the quiet house, glad that Rumple hadn't returned quite yet to catch him sneaking into Morgan's room. He needs that necklace and he needs it right this minute. With Emma's powers out of control, the others wouldn't think to look for him just yet. He pushes the door to his girlfriend's room open, letting out a sigh of relief when the slight squeak of the hinges doesn't wake her up. She's sprawled out in bed, one leg hanging off the side of the bed and her mouth hanging open.
With shaking hands and nimble feet, he moves to her jewelry box across the room, opening the front panel as he had only this morning. He never noticed the slight change in Morgan's breathing pattern as he moved, nor did he notice the faint rustling of covers as he got the crystal out and shut the panel back. He straightens up, holding the surprisingly lightweight chain in his hand and studying the reflections caught in the crystal in the moonlight.
"Pan?"
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