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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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- 76-76
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The song Morgan and Gold dance to is called "Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-sharp minor, Op. 27: No. 2 'Moonlight Sonata'."
There may be mistakes that I don't catch since my new computer doesn't have Microsoft Word.
Rustling wakes me up, my thought process slow as I try and figure out what caused the rustling without opening my eyes. The noise is soft and not far from my bed, almost like the sound clothing makes when someone moves. The soft tinkling sound of jewelry moving is what makes me open my eyes. I spot the noisemaker standing in front of my vanity with one of my necklaces clutched in their hands. "Pan," I ask, voice still hoarse from sleep," what are you doing?" I sit up a little, leaning back against the headboard as I observe the older boy in the moonlight.
"I'm leaving this world," he tells me, holding the necklace up for me to see the heavy crystal dangling from the chain. "This will help me do that and keep my powers." He has a crazed smile, the fingers of his free hand twitching against his leg. "I'll give you a choice, Morgan: you can stay with these squabbling idiots in this disgusting realm, or you can come far away with me and rule Neverland." He thinks it still exists.
"Do you know why I'm the keeper of the Nevergem and not Papa?" He appears confused by my question, but says nothing. "It's because of the continuous pulse of magic that it lets out, it's completely pure. It's not light or dark, it has no sides, and it's just pure and untouched magic — uncorrupted by time. If anyone who didn't have similar magic crushed it and absorbed the magic, it would kill them, but I can handle it. My magic is pure in the same sense, I filter it before releasing it back in the world."
"Who cares, I can handle it in this world without magic. That's why the Alp sent it here in the first place." I keep quiet, knowing he's made his choice already. With a crazed grin, he throws the crystal as hard as he can against the floor. The grey stone shatters into tiny shards and the dust vaporizes the second it touches the air. "What?!"
"The gem is tethered to Neverland, while the island flourishes, so does it."
"But…."
"The hourglass in the heart of Neverland shattered when Felix died. The magic you felt tugging you to the gem grew fainter because the magic of Neverland grew fainter. It completely drained away three hours ago. You made the wrong choice in thinking that you were the one keeping Neverland alive and well. Felix was the creator and Felix is dead. Those were just ashes of an old dead sorcerer, a Dark One once upon a time, and the ashes aren't the magical component. The crystal was." I shake my head, using magic to clean up the mess as I get on to slip on my flip flops and robe.
"Morgan—"
"Just don't, Pan." With the broken crystal shards in the trash can beside my vanity, I use magic to transport Pan and me to the town line. The ice wall is still up, as high and imposing as ever, but I have a slight advantage over it. With reluctance, I hold Pan's head in my hands, forcing him to look into my eyes as my magic goes to work. All the magic inside him is transferred to me and then into the ice wall, Pan's memories of everything melting away and replaced with false ones. Just enough so that he doesn't freak out in the world outside.
Without breaking eye contact, I begin pushing him backwards towards the wall and the small hole beginning to form in it. "P-please…." His word is slurred, sounding like he's had one too many, though it's just magic's effect on his brain.
"Bye, Pan." The ice lets him through, sensing the wrongness around him, that he doesn't belong here and never has. The moment he's clear of the ice on the other side, the hole disappears and it becomes one solid wall again. "What a fantastic start to my day." Deciding to forgo using any more magic, I hike back to my house, arms wrapped around me and head lowered to fit the early morning chill.
When I finally make it back, Belle and Papa are already awake and working on breakfast, the smell of bacon taking off some of my sadness. Banishing Pan was hard, but it was necessary to continue living here without worrying about him stabbing me in the back. "Were you walking around in you pajamas?" Papa asks when he spots me, setting a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast on the bar that separates the kitchen from the dining room. I hop up on a stool, pulling the plate closer to me.
"Yeah, I couldn't waste time getting dressed."
"What were you doing," Belle asks, sitting on the stool next to me with a glass of orange juice in hand. I shake my head with a shrug and despondent sigh. "Morgan, you know you can tell us anything." She squeezes my shoulder, brow creased in worry.
"I pushed Pan over the line this morning. He was planning on stealing away with the Nevergem and doing God only knows what with it."
"But the ice wall…."
"I made a gap, but it sealed back up right after Pan went through it. I couldn't do that again if I tried."
"Sweetheart," Papa says, coming around to stand in front of me, spinning my sit so that I face him," I'm so sorry."
"Don't be, you and Dad both agreed that he was trash and you were right." After an awkward amount of silence with Belle explaining tough break ups and Papa just squeezing me against him in a one-sided hug, I finally reach the amount of pity I can take. "Okay, I'm gonna go get dressed for the day and then head over to Snow's loft to see if they've had any luck in locating Emma."
The first person I see when I walk into the loft is my nephew. He's explaining something about his mother, but his words fade into white noise when I notice the cut at the base of his head. "What the hell happened," I demand, dropping my purse and walking over to Henry, turning his head to the side to examine the cut. It's shallow and the bleeding has mostly stopped, but the thought of someone hurting this boy has me ready to fight.
"It's nothing," Henry says, pushing at my probing hands. "Emma did it on accident, that's all." He shrugs, wincing from the stinging cut, but otherwise no worse for wear. Snow walks over to us, wrapping an arm around Henry's shoulders and leading him away.
"This is bad news," David sighs," if anyone can calm her down, it's Henry." I hop up on the table, crossing my legs at the ankles to avoid accidentally flashing someone. My galaxy skirt may be cute, but it's also short.
"When your powers are out of control, everything's upside down," Elsa explains speaking from personal experience. "You don't want to be anywhere near the people you care about."
"Wonderful," Dad says sarcastically. He looks as fed up with Elsa's useless fortune cookie bullshit as I do. "Well, shall we send Sneezy after her, then? Or Happy. Which is the Dwarf she despises?"
"Doc," I fill in helpfully, looking down at my slip-ons.
"I was so scared I was gonna hurt Anna—"
"Stop, you're not helping us narrow down where to find our Savior, so stop with the reminiscing!" Elsa and everyone else looks shocked at my outburst, Elsa's wide eyes filling with tears. "You haven't said one helpful thing since all this started. You've lost your fucking memory, so you're no use when it comes to the Snow Queen! What good is there in having you around?" Elsa opens and closes her mouth a few times, a few tears spilling over. "I don't know how Papa used to do this all the time, I can't take it. If anyone needs help, ask Archie, he's a therapist and Lord knows that we all need some help in that department."
I get up, grabbing my purse and slamming the door behind me on my way out.
Gold
When Gold steps inside the darkened shop, he didn't expect there to be any noise, he expected peaceful quiet. He found that anything in his shop that functioned on electricity was going full force and all liquids were bubbling. He smirks, knowing who was causing the fluctuations in magic. Only one person in Storybrooke was out of control, and that is the missing Emma Swan. The projector behind him starts up, the gears clicking quietly. He turns to face it, the smirk never leaving his face.
"If you're trying to hide from me, Miss Swan," he calls out, facing the main counter," you're doing a poor job."
"I'm not hiding from you," the blonde explains, walking out from the backroom so he can see her," I'm hiding from everyone else." She looks uncomfortable, her hands held close to her body, and her shoulders tense.
"So Belle tells me. She was watching Neal all night." Belle had returned home in time for Morgan to walk in.
"While my family was searching for me, I know. My magic is hurting people, Gold—people I love. I need you to help me control it." It was always intriguing when the heroes came to him for help, always succeeding in arousing his curiosity.
"What makes you think I'm your best option?"
"Because I….Hurt Henry." Now the sympathy kicks in, ruining his high with worry of his grandson. He walks past her to the counter, hoping that the boy wasn't hurt too badly.
"What?"
"I—he's okay, but it was just luck. You're probably the only person who's safe around me right now. I need you to help before I hurt anybody else." He takes up his place behind the counter, already coming up with a plan to work in his favor. He still needs to charge the hat, and what better way to do that than by using the Savior?
"There's only one way to help with this affliction." He rests a hand on the thick book resting on the counter, using subtle magic to make a piece of parchment appear folded between the pages.
"Well, just fine, do it."
"You haven't heard what I have to say."
"I don't care. My son is in pain because of me. Just fix it." He so loves the desperate ones, always too eager for help that they don't read the fine print. He opens the book and extracts the parchment, laying it flat on the counter for her to see. There are runes written on it, nothing special, just another spell.
"This is an ancient spell. It's designed to take away light magic from those who choose to part with it, but the effect would be permanent." He uses his deal-making voice, persuasive and smooth.
"So I'd lose all my magic. I'd be…?"
"Ordinary. But….Your magic would no longer hurt the ones you love, and you…." He pauses slightly, watching as smoke began to rise from where Emma's hand rested on a box. "Would be able to embrace your son." When she realizes what she's doing, she raises her hand quickly, staring at it in fear.
"Do it."
"Well, unfortunately, Savior magic doesn't go quietly. Though the spell won't hurt you, it will destroy almost everything else within a city block. That would make for quite a macabre sigh at Grannies, don't you think?" Plus, he has to be back home to spend Morgan's birthday with her.
"So let's find somewhere else out in the woods."
"As you wish." He uses his magic again, making a map appear under a stack of papers behind the counter. "I think I know…." He bends down, retrieving the map and holding it up for Emma to see. "….Just the spot." He half-unfolds it, studying one side for a second before flipping it over and finding the house he and Belle had spent their honeymoon in. He grabs a pen, circling the destination. "Here is an abandoned manor. You meet me here at sundown, and I'll have everything prepared."
"Thanks, Gold. Please don't tell anyone I was here."
"Don't worry about me, Dearie. It'll be our little secret." She lets out a sigh, walking out the front door and sneaking away. Once she was out of sight, he crumples up the parchment and tosses it in the trash.
Morgan
The house is more crowded than usual when I walk inside, the noise of people talking coming in from the kitchen. There's a banner taped above the mantel in the living room proclaiming: HAPPY NINETEENTH BIRTHDAY in bold green and purple letters. "What the hell," I ask out loud, staring up at it with my nose scrunched up. The coffee table had a table cloth draped over it, tiny streamers painted on it with a few presents stacked in a pyramid shape. "Surprise, Vee." I turn when I hear Dad's voice, spotting him in the doorway with a sad smile on his lips. He nods towards the kitchen behind him. "Come on, birthday girl."
With a small smile of my own, I walk into the large kitchen with him, eyes widening a little when I see how many people had turned up for my birthday lunch. Usually it would just be me, Papa, and Henry, and I was fine with that arrangement since I didn't like most of the people in town. But today it seems that people had actually remembered—Regina, Papa, Dad, Belle, Henry, Whale, Micah, Nicky, and Ruby stood around the bar, a cake prominently displayed. The frosting is dark purple with green writing on it and a few candles making the shape of a heart.
"You didn't think we'd forget your birthday because of chaos, did you," Whale asks, pulling me over to the group and lighting the candles.
"Make a wish, kiddo," Nicky encourages, Micah sending me a wink that would make most people swoon. Biting my lip, I lean forward and close my eyes, trying to come up with a wish that would actually benefit me in some way. I wish things could just calm down for a minute. I blow the candles out, laughing with the others. "Alright, cake time, let's eat!" Papa and Regina use their magic to divide the cake into pieces, plates magically appearing and floating to people with cake and ice-cream on them.
Once the cake had been devoured, Henry eating more than any twelve year old should be able to fit into his mouth, we move back into the living room. People sit where they could on the limited furniture. "Here, ours' first since we're your favorite couple," Micah grins. He tosses me a square-shaped box wrapped in bright pink wrapping paper. He's always bought me bright pink stuff for the simple reason that he knows I hate the color. I rip the paper off and throw the box top at Micah, Nicky catching it easily before it could smack his boyfriend in the face. Inside is the script of the Sweeney Todd movie, signed in black sharpie by none other than Johnny Depp himself. "I thought you'd like that."
The next present is small and rectangular from Regina, wrapped in pale blue paper. Inside is a necklace made of pure silver; the top part designed to be kind of swirly while the part dangling from that resembled tiny hand fans, and the part dangling from that were tear-drop diamonds; every bit of the front part apart from the tear-drops had small diamonds set into them. "Oh my God," I breathe, staring at the thing in shock. Regina walks behind me, taking the necklace from me and replacing the bottle necklace Dad had given me with the new one before retaking her seat in the armchair across from me.
"I've had it a long time, my father gave it to me and you're the closest thing to a daughter I have," she says with a smile.
"Thank you, Regina."
"You're welcome." The next present is from Whale—three hundred dollars to spend on anything I want and an internship at the hospital if I ever feel like going into nursing.
"You should know all the procedures at this point," he snarks," you've been a guest at the hospital enough times."
"I wish I could argue with that," I say with a laugh, stuffing the money in my bra since skirts don't come with pockets. Henry jumps up next, handing me a present wrapped in plain white paper with hand-drawn pictures of swords and dragons. "Thanks, squirt." He just smiles, sitting back down beside his mom. I open it, finding the first season of Game of Thrones with the plush dragon eggs from the show. I give my nephew another smile, setting that present aside to get the next one. Ruby hands me two different boxes all wrapped in red and black paper. In each is a different article of clothing—a black and white checkered skirt and a shimmery silver top.
"The day you turn twenty-one, I'm taking you to a club," she informs me with a huge grin," just like we used to, only legal this time."
"That sounds great, Ruby. Thanks." Dad hands me a large box wrapped in silver paper.
"It's from Swan and her parents," he explains," they couldn't be here, but they didn't want you going without." I open it, finding a pair of expensive heels inside. "And this one's from me." What he hands me isn't wrapped, but it's still one of my favorite presents so far. It's drawing on parchment done in charcoal of Dad holding a tiny infant in his arms, smiling down at her. The detail is amazing and I know who drew it—my mother. "I've kept it all these years because it was drawn by Milah, but you should have part of her since she was your mother."
I hug Dad tightly, whispering a quiet thank you in his ear. "My turn," Belle announces as I pull back, folding up the drawing and laying it carefully down on the outfit Ruby got me. Belle hands me a familiar shape wrapped in pale green paper. "You'll love it." I tear the paper off to reveal a pristine copy of my favorite Goosebumps book. My own copy had been destroyed by the last curse, but this must be one of the things she'd been so focused on lately.
"You're right," I tell her," I love it." She gives Dad a smug look, her chin tilted up in an 'I told you so' manner. And that ended that, the rest of the time spent eating the lunch Granny sent and cleaning up. Once the house was back in its usual state, the others file out to pick up their duties again, all except for Papa and me.
"Are you ready for my present," he asks with a loving smile. I shrug, looking up at my papa the way all kids look at the person they love most in the world. "Close your eyes, little bird." I do so, feeling his magic wrap around me like an old friend, my clothing shifting and my hairstyle changing. "Alright, now open them." Papa stands off to the side, a full-body mirror floating in front of me and reflecting back an image of myself. My outfit had changed like I thought, now a beautiful full-length ball gown, the bodice a shimmering silver, and the rest a dark blue that glittered in the light.
The sides of my hair were held back out of my face, the rest hanging down my back in curls and a silver, diamond-studded tiara resting on my head. I stand slightly taller than usual and find a pair of high heels on my feet designed to look like pure diamond, though they were soft and comfortable. "What's with all this," I ask with a smile, gesturing at the strange outfit choice. His has changed too, dressed in breeches, a white shirt, and dark red frock coat.
"Well, when you were a little girl, you always complained about never going to balls." He snaps his fingers, the mirror disappearing and piano music beginning to play as he rests on hand lightly on my waist. He takes my left hand in his free one, spinning us around the room. While my eyes were closed and my clothing changed, he had pushed the furniture against the walls to give us room. "I told you that I would allow you to attend a ball on your nineteenth birthday. I don't break deals, little bird, not with you. Happy birthday."
Gold
Gold finds Ingrid staring into the same mirror that had nearly driven Belle to killing him. He had left Morgan safely at home, putting away her presents and enjoying her day. "Did you come here for a reason," Ingrid asks, not turning away from the mirror. "As I recall, I already told you what you need to do to free yourself from your dagger." Gold gives a little smile, still happy from the father-daughter dance he'd shared earlier. "I have nothing more to give you." She turns a little, looking at him over her shoulder. "Unless…." She turns fully now, walking closer to him. "….You simply like watching me."
"I never do anything without a good reason," he answers, hands behind his back. "And watching your twisted mind at work does not qualify." He walks away from her, leading her to where she needs to stand.
"Twisted? Says the man who betrayed everyone in Storybrooke?" Gold scoffs, keeping his tone light and conversational.
"I haven't betrayed a single person. Not yet, anyway." He shrugs, looking at her as he says this.
"Did you forget that you gave me those?" He knows what she's gesturing at without looking—those little yellow ribbons. "Did you forget what they can do?"
"I don't forget much, Dearie." He continues to circle her, feeling smug as he comes to a stop a few feet away from her. "But if you plan to put that ribbon on Emma Swan, you're about to be disappointed. With her powers out of control, I've now found my own use for her." Ingrid's poised manner changes abruptly, showing how much Gold gets under her skin.
"You think you can take her away from me now?" She raises her hand quickly, attempting to send a blast of her icy magic his way, but a faint gold light appears. It blocks her magic and her hand from coming anywhere near him. Rage is replaced with panicked gasping, both of her hands coming up to feel the shield. Gold closes his eyes for a moment, glad to have his plan finally coming together. "What did you do?"
"Look down." He has her now, locked in this place for a little while. A gold circle appears around her, showing her, her limits with a faint whoosh. "Remember the urn your sister placed you in? It had the power to limit your magic."
"Elsa destroyed that urn."
"Well, funny thing about magic—it can never be destroyed completely. It simple lives on in other forms. Magic survives. I visited the barn where the urn was destroyed, collected its remnants—" He shows her the empty bottle he's kept in his pocket. "—Grain by grain, painstaking process. And I must say…." He glances down at the circle of urn dust before locking gazes with Ingrid again. "….The effort paid off." He turns his back to her, slowly walking off.
"When I escape, there will be a terrible price to pay." Gold pauses with a smile, turning and walking back over to her.
"Don't worry, the dust won't last long, just long enough to get what I want. And, uh, you see, I don't have to betray everyone in Storybrooke. Just you. And, I'm afraid…. Emma Swan." He really does leave her this time, content to spend time with his daughter until he has to go to the manor.
Killian
He bursts into the shop, looking around the darkened business in determination. "Crocodile," he shouts," where are you?!" And then he spots the small hand print burned into the top of a box on the counter, his own hand hovering over it. He knows who it belongs to well enough, too slim to belong to the only other women in town with magic. "Emma. No. No, no, no." He pulls the little talking device out of his coat pocket, dialing the familiar number and holding it up to his ear. Growing frustrated when he gets Emma's voice mail message instead of it ringing. "Swan, it's Killian again." His voice is shaky, showing just how worried he was. "You have to listen to me. I know that you've been to see Gold. I saw what you did. And if he's promised to get rid of your powers, don't listen to him. He doesn't want to help you. He wants—he wants to collect your powers in a bloody magic hat.
"And when he does, you'll be sucked in too. I-I don't know what he's planning, but I know that he's been lying to Belle and Morgan. The dagger he gave Belle is a fake and Morgan doesn't know what he's been up to. I only know all this because..." He has to pause before revealing his secret to the one woman in Storybrooke—his daughter aside—that truly loves him. "Because I'm afraid I've been lying, too. Gold blackmailed me into helping him. He knew. He knew I'd do whatever it takes to be with you and to keep seeing my baby, and he used it against me. I just wanted to be a better man for you, Swan. But I failed. And now because of it, I might lose you. I'm sorry. But I hope you never forgive me because that means that you'll get this in time to save yourself. Good bye." Killian hangs up the phone, clenching it tightly in his fist as a way to vent some of his anger.
That's when he spots it, the half-folded map with the location circled in ink. With a plan of redeeming himself and saving the woman he loves, Killian runs out of the shop with a destination in mind.
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