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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
- 79-80
- 80-81
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I swear, I came close to selling my soul to Crowley just to get this damn chapter written! I know it's definitely not the best one (this whole season is pissing me off for some reason), but it has to be better than the last one I posted. The song Morgan sings is Touch Me by Katharine McPhee and the other song they talk about her singing is Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend by Megan Hilty—the first is from a show called SMASH and the other is from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes.
Gold
"Well done, Dearie," Gold says, truly meaning his words, as he moves to stand next to Ingrid. A cloud of magic and mirror dust was building in the sky under Ingrid's control, a spell he'd never thought anyone—apart from himself—capable of casting, but here she was, doing a larger spell than the one she had put on poor Anna thirty or so years ago. "It appears you've won." He watches her using his peripheral vision, wondering if that was the only dress she owned or if she had an entire closet of identical white dresses.
"That's big of you," she murmurs," and a welcome change. You're usually so confrontational.
"I prefer reasonable." He clasps his hands in front of him, looking down on Storybrooke. His thoughts stray once more to Morgan, wondering what she remembered from last night if she remembered anything at all. It wouldn't do for her to learn of Gold's plans this early, she may try to stop him because of how close she and Hook have become. "I'd like to make a deal." She gives him a brief glance, looking nonplussed with what she saw.
"You have nothing that I want."
"Perhaps I do. This spell of yours, when it hits... In a few hours from now?"
"Sundown."
"Sundown. Yeah. It'll bring out the darkness of everyone in this town." She gives an amused chuckle, not knowing how bad it would be for her if Morgan was somehow awake and in control of her ability when the spell hits. The girl would draw the magic out of all but Gold, and she'd have enough juice to turn almost everyone here into charred remains.
"It'll do more than that. They will tear themselves apart until everyone is dead." It's Gold's turn to have a smug smirk this time.
"Not everyone." They lock gazes this time, Ingrid looking just the tiniest bit unsure. "You'll have what you want—you alone with your 'sisters' Elsa and Anna doing who knows what, and I'll be here too, spending every waking moment of my immortal life trying to rip your heart out. That is, if you make it through this spell without my daughter turning you into nothing more than a grease spot on the street. You see, she absorbs magic, Dearie, and she'll have yours before that spell has done its worse.
"It seems you do have something to offer. What do you want?" He faces the town again, the purple-blue cloud hanging overhead.
"To leave."
"Didn't we already make this deal?"
"Yes, but I have an eye for a loophole, and I think I've spotted yours. My wife, grandson, and probably my daughter will be destroyed by this spell, so I want you to allow them to leave with me. You spare the three of them, I spare you misery. Do we have a deal?"
"Enjoy your trip."
Morgan
When I finally manage to open my eyes and leave the beach behind me, the magic becomes more obvious—someone had tried to use magic on my to keep me asleep. There's only two people in town able to do that, and I doubt Regina would do it to me, so it must have been Papa. I sit up slowly, my room spinning for a second before righting itself. "Papa," I call out, clutching my head as his magic drains out of my system. "Daddy? Belle?" I hear footsteps just before my door opens and Whale walks inside, dressed in street clothes and his blonde hair rumpled. "Were you sleeping on my couch?"
"Ah, no," he lies with a cough. "Gold asked me to keep an eye on you while he went to figure out if there's a way to stop the Spell of Shattered Sight that's hurtling towards us. Apparently he tried to make you sleep since you haven't had much rest lately and that led to you sleep walking while your body absorbed the magic." More like we were experimenting to see if it would be enough to keep me out like a light when the Spell hits us so I don't turn everyone around me into crispy critters. The doctor shrugs, sitting beside me on the bed. "How are you feeling, Morgan?"
"I feel like I need to remember something important that happened last night, but all I have are pictures of a beach and weird voices that don't make any sense." I blink a few times, rubbing my face with both hands to try and wake myself up a little more. "What time is it?" Whale squints down at his watch, having to hold it a little too close to his face than usual. "Are you hungover, Doc?"
"Mm, little bit." He nods, still squinting. Impatient, I reach out and grab his wrist, bringing the watch wrapped around it close to my own face. "What's it say?"
"Well, it's either eight or six." He arches a brow, giving me a stern look. "I wasn't drinking last night, but I don't have my contacts in, so I can be sure what the hell that's supposed to be."
"Doesn't matter, we're both expected at the theater so you can officially audition."
"What? No, I don't want to be in Oklahoma."
"Relax, we're doing some small skits from that TV show you got Micah hooked on. Our leading lady for that other thing broke her legs falling down a flight of stairs." Whale stands, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand and dragging me to my feet with the other. "Get dressed, woman, I don't feel like having Micah's clipboard shoved down my throat because I forgot you here." I get ready as quickly as possible without breaking my neck, deciding to go with my glasses today instead of risking poking my eye out as I attempt to put in my contacts. Once my hair didn't look like absolute shit, I race downstairs and follow Whale out the door, the two of us deciding it'd be safer to just walk to the theater this morning.

I hear familiar songs being sung when Whale and I walk inside, followed by Micah's tips on hitting the right pitch. He's not as stressed as he was the last time I saw him, but the medication Whale prescribed him after releasing him from the hospital probably has something to do with that. "Ah, there she is." He gives me a lazy half-smile, some of his red-brown hair hanging in his eyes. "Set your bag down and go sing the song she just butchered." He gestures towards the stage with one hand, the girl currently up there holding a lyric sheet giving him a glare that could turn people to ash.
"You got it, boss man," I respond with a thumbs up, passing my backpack off to Whale and climbing up on the stage, sitting on the edge so I can swing my feet back and forth as I sing the song he wanted. It's a provocative number, but I have the right vocal range for it. I clear my throat before nodding at Nicky to press play, the music playing, but the singing absent. "Look at me, baby, tell me, tell me what you see. Wanna watch, baby, like a, like a movie screen?" As I sing, I rise to my feet and perform the dance that goes along with it, the only way for me to really remember the lyrics at the right time. "Gonna get what I want, want you on your knees. Give it up, baby. Don't you, don't you make a scene. So come and turn me on, baby, be my Marlon Brando. Take a good snap shot, get me from my better angle 'cause I like it hot and you know I love a scandal. Tell me what'cha, what'cha waiting for? Touch me! I wanna feel it on my body, put your hands on me! Come on and love me! You wanna get it, boy, I'll give you till the count of three. Hold me closer, I don't wanna take it slow. I wanna go somewhere we can be alone. Touch me, I want to feel it on my body, put your hands on me. Do you like when I'm leaning, leaning into you? Close your eyes, baby, breathe in, breathe in my perfume. Dim the lights, take it slow like a dream come true 'cause tonight Im'ma show you, show you what to do.
So come and turn me on, baby, be my Marlon Brando. Take a good snap shot, get me from my better angle 'cause I like it hot and you know I love a scandal. Tell me what'cha, what'cha waiting for? Touch me! I wanna feel it on my body, put your hands on me! Come on and love me! You wanna get it, boy, I'll give you till the count of three. Hold me closer, I don't wanna take it slow. I wanna go somewhere we can be alone. Touch me, I want to feel it on my body, put your hands on me. Every move that I could make, you're watching me. Put your hands around my waist. Boy, set me free. Not much more that I can take if you don't take it all. Touch me! I wanna feel it on my body, put your hands on me! Come on and love me! You wanna get it, boy, I'll give you till the count of three. old me closer, I don't wanna take it slow. I wanna go somewhere we can be alone. Touch me, I want to feel it on my body, put your hands on me."
By the time I'm finished, I'm a little lightheaded and have to sit back down as the room begins to spin again. Stupid magic, it shouldn't take this long for it to go away—the Dark One's mojo or not. "That's what I'm talkin' about," Micah states," if the doctor here doesn't get an awkward boner, then you're not doing it right!" Whale's cheeks are bright red and he sends a scowl in Micah's direction while moving my backpack to cover his crotch. "Don't worry about it, Doc, I'd have one too if it was Nicky doing the dancing." He pats Whale on the shoulder with reassuringly. "Okay, Mo-Mo, I had Nicky print off a sheet of lyrics for the song and dance you'll be doin'." With a grin, Nicky folds the printer paper into a plane and tosses it up on the stage from across the room, the plane gliding gracefully through the air until it drops just before reaching my leg. I pick it up with a smile of my own, unfolding it to see what number Micah had in mind.
"Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend?"
"Yeah, I like it when you sing that one."
"Alright, whatever floats your goat."
Gold
Gold watches as large glaciers of ice rise from the water, blocking off the last way out for the people of Storybrooke. He'd much rather be at home right now with his daughter, but he knew this is the place he needs to be right now—Whale would watch over Morgan, and if the good doctor tried anything, Gold would personally crucify him in the town square. "No fleeing by boat then," Jones says, stating the obvious and lowering his spyglass.
"This Snow Queen is good, isn't she," Gold observes, using the moniker that the townspeople have given Ingrid. Gold meets Jones' gaze, seeing the pure hatred and frustration in the pirate's eyes—eyes so achingly similar to Morgan's. He still hates that she looks so much like her pirate father, the man that didn't bother searching for her until she was seven or so. Gold pats the spot on the bench beside him, the arrogance he feels seeping into his smirk. Sure, the pirate and Morgan may be close, but she would forget him in time. "Sit, lad. Don't forget where your heart lies." He pats the black satchel next to the bench this time, pleased with his pun. Jones does so reluctantly, pouting. "Now I have a job for you. You remember how this works." He holds his hand over the space between the two of them, the little container hold the sorcerer's hat appearing in a puff of dark red smoke.
"The hat? Not Emma."
"No, no, no," Gold assures him with a smile, liking the control he has over the pirate. If he knew it wouldn't hurt Morgan, he'd have the pirate lie to her by saying he only ever grew close to her in order to get closer to Emma Swan. "Not this time. I have a better plan. Granny's diner is being converted into a temporary hive for the vilest of creatures—the pious little fleas." Let's see how long it take Jones to make the connection.
"Pious? The fairies?" Ah, he's growing a bit smarter.
"Just like any flying pests, if you want to eliminate the infestation, it's important to get them all. Doing so will infuse this hat with enough power to allow me to cleave myself from the dagger and then leave this town with my powers intact, a suddenly urgent undertaking. Now will you assist me?"
"You have my heart. You know I can't refuse." Gold chuckles again, liking this all the more since the pirate wasn't nearly so argumentative.
"Indeed. But here's the rub, Dearie. My wife has just called to inform me that she and Morgan intends to spend the day sequestered amongst said fleas. I doubt either of us want to see two innocent young women sucked into the hat—especially since we have to share one of them, so I need you to stand by while I get them out of the way."
"The fairies are working to stop the Spell." Gold stares at the calm waters even as he feels Jones' glare burning a hole in his head. "You're killing the cure? You do this, you're condemning the entire town, and even your own grandson and my daughter, to whatever happens." Gold does look at him now, wonder if he was so stupid to assume that Gold didn't have a plan.
"No, I'm not leaving Henry and Morgan. I will take the two of them and Belle and I will leave this town to its fate."
"But Emma and everyone else..." Gold sits back on the bench, wondering how Morgan ever found peace with the annoying clashing sound of waves.
"I don't have time for everyone else. And if I have to chose between everyone else and me—'me' wins every time." He stares at Jones' displeased by the fact the he even pouts like Morgan does. "You can clench your jaw and flash your eyes all you wish..." He brings out the dagger, waving it over the container. "...Because it doesn't change the fact..." The starry design on the top of the container slowly forms the magical hat. "...That we're in this together."
Morgan
I look up when I hear footsteps, quickly putting the cigarette out under my boot and waving my arms to make the smoke disperse quicker. Instead of Whale or my step-mom as I head expected, it's my dad that rounds the corner, pausing mid-step when he sees me with his hand behind his back. "Oh, uh, hey," I smile, digging through my bag to find some perfume to mask the evidence—part of it anyway. "What are you doing here?" Dad raises a brow, stuffing whatever's in his hand in the back of his pants so he can use his good hand to smack the back of my head.
"Smoking now, are you," he asks sternly. "Seriously, what should I be expecting next—finding you drunk, smoking whatever it is that your friend Micah does, piercings in strange places?"
"Relax, it's my first cigarette since the first curse was broken, and I think I'm entitled to one since my life has been twist-turned upside down. Oh God, I'm quoting theme songs now." I shake my head with a wince, wishing I could take back what I just said. "The point is—you know what, no. What are you doing here being all secretive and hiding things in your pants, Mister?" He raises both brows now, shifting from foot to foot for a moment.
"Give me a cigarette and shut up, Vee."
"Uh-huh." I brings the new pack out, letting him select the one he wanted and then lighting it for him. "So, what brings you to the diner?" He shakes his head, not answering as he leans against the wall beside me. "Oh, the whole not talking thing doesn't actually work around here. You may as well spill everything right now so I don't have to find out about your twisted love affair later."
"Love affair," he asks with a laugh.
"Oh yeah, you and Emma are the talk of the town. Well, second to the massive Spell that'll make everyone kill their friends and neighbors, that is." I shrug, taking out another cigarette and staring at it. To smoke or not to smoke, that is the question. I put it between my lips and bring the lighter out right as Whale walks around the corner and spots me, Dad and I quickly tossing the evidence away and pointing at each other. "He did it," I say at the exact same moment he decided to blame me.
"Fantastic example, Hook," Whale frowns," if you can't get your child to behave, you may as well join them in their delinquency."
"What do you want, Whale," Dad sneers, wrapping a protective arm around my shoulders.
"I was told to tell Morgan that her father and Belle are making their grand exit." Whale's gaze turns to me now, softening. "He wants you to go with him, so he can find out a way to keep your little ability from destroying the entire town."
"Right," I nod, discreetly stuffing the pack of cigarettes in Dad's jacket pocket before giving him a hug. "I'll see you when this is done," I whisper in his ear, hugging him tightly and afraid to leave him," be careful and avoid everybody at all costs until it's safe."
"Same to you, baby girl." He pulls back, his hands on my shoulders. "I don't care what happens today, just know I love you more than anyone else in all of the worlds combined." He kisses my forehead, lips lingering for a moment before he pulls completely away. "Go with Gold, he'll keep you safe." I know those words basically killed him to have to say them, but he's right.
"I'll see you when this is over." With one last look at my dad, I turn and follow Whale to where my papa and Belle are waiting out in front of Granny's.
"Where were you hiding," Papa asks with a forced smile, taking my hand in his and leading Belle and I towards his shop.
"Out back, I needed a moment without people." He leans his head close to me, sniffing. "I might have had a few puffs of a cigarette, but I didn't get a whole one."
"Mm-hm, we're having a talking once this Spell has run its course. Belle should be safe in here."
"So you can keep the Spell out," Belle asks as we reach the pawnshop.
"No, but we must be separated. As Dark One, I may be immune to the Spell, but the two of you can still hurt me." He turns to face his wife, allowing me a moment to pop some gum in my mouth. "Go inside and stay in the backroom. I'm gonna seal it with a protection spell, so no one can get to you."
"Okay."
"Look, I-I'll be back soon, and then we're gonna be together—" He pulls me over, so that I'm standing partially between him and Belle. "All of us will be together, and we're gonna be fine. I promise." The three of us share a group hug before Belle disappears into the shop. "You need to go to our house, put on the gloves that I have laying out on your bed. They should stop you from absorbing magic, and once they're on, only I can take them off."
"Yes, Papa," I nod, running off in the right direction.
The Spell begins to hit not long after I make it inside, sealing the entrance to make sure no one can get inside while I'm vulnerable. The gloves are a simple affair of lilac-colored lace, easy to slip on and a seemingly perfect fit. I can already feel a wall building inside me, keeping the magic I possess just out of reach, the wall growing higher and higher as I sink down on my bed. Fidget and Pup are locked in separate rooms, safe from each other in case the Spell affects animals like it does humans. Feeling too weak for words due to the lack of magic and my fathers, I roll onto my side and grasp my pillow tightly. And then it starts, the lights flickering and shards of what looks like glass falling into my room through the vents and windows. And just like that, my fear was gone and I feel more confident than I ever have with rage boiling.
Storybrooke had better watch out because I'm out for blood.
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