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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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I'm sorry if there are mistakes in this chapter, but my glasses have gone missing and I can't really see much without them. And yes, I put Morgan with Whale because I recently watched an episode of iZombie and Whale plays a bad guy in it, plus, they don't really have him in OUaT much anymore and I miss his character.
"Regina ain't in there," I state after a moment in concentration, though I mainly concentrated on what David would look like as a rabbit.
"Are you sure," Snow asks, her brows furrowing as though she didn't completely trust me. I bet this was their idea, or they drug her into their scheme, because I highly doubt Regina would throw caution to the wind and pretend to team up with the baddies. No, she has more sense than that, but these two here... Well, Spongebob has more sense in his little finger.
"Yes, I'm sure, the only person in there is her dead boyfriend. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to my apartment where my boyfriend and my pets are waiting for me." I barely get two steps when David has a hand on my arm and is pulling me backwards. He moves me so that he and Snow are standing in front of me, David with his hands on his hips, Snow with her arms crossed, and both playing the part of disappointed parents almost too well for words considering they've never raised a child. "Jesus, I don't want to be your sidekick today. I want to finish my cereal and watch TV until my brain melts!" I actually need to get ahold of Papa and tell him about Regina.
"Well, excuse us for being worried," David says sarcastically. "It's not like the boyfriends in the past have exactly turned out normal—Vincent abused and used you until he was murdered in an alley way and Pan was a sociopath that murdered Vincent! Now, tell us who you're seeing this time, so we might have a heads up on what kind of crazy he is this time around."
"Whale." That took the two of them by surprise, David's mouth gaping open and Snow's green eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. David recovers first, his hand moving back to his holstered pistol as rage darkens his face.
"That's it, I'm taking that pervert in and I'll find something to charge him with later!" It's me that does the pulling this time, having to dig my heels into the ground in order to stop David, though he does pull me after him a good few feet.
"Hey, technically, we're about the same age, I only look nineteen because your wife can't keep her mouth shut and started a chain reaction!" David glares down at me and it makes me wonder when everyone in this town began to worry about me. Nicky, Micah, Dad, and Papa I can understand, hell, even Regina since I spent so much time around her and Henry, but why these two? Is it because they feel like they have to protect everyone in town or they're failures? "Look, you're not my parents, I'm not your responsibility, and if I wanna date a guy that looks way older than me, then you can't do anything about it."
"The hell we can't," Snow remarks, pulling out her cell phone and walking out of hearing distance.
"Why do I have a feeling that I won't like who she's calling?"
"Because you won't," David answers smugly, keeping a tight hold on my arm to keep me from going anywhere. Even if I used my magic, I'd accidentally take him with me, and the last thing I need is for this goody two shoes to know that Papa's back in town and behind all of the new crazy. A few minutes later, Snow hangs up her phone and rejoins us and not long after that, my phone's ringing, the Tale Spin theme song telling me that it was my father doing the calling.
"You didn't?!"
"Oh, I did," Snow grins. Hesitantly, I accept the call and press my phone against my ear.
"H-hello?"
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing," Dad roars on the other end, making me flinch and hold the phone away from me. Even without it pressed against my ear, I can still hear him clearly. "I ought to come down there a beat that pervert senseless! Why can't you make one good decision lately? Is it so hard to be a good girl instead of siding with evil? Huh? Don't answer that, you just stay quiet and listen to me, young lady! I'm heading to your apartment right now, and if Whale is still there when I get there, then I'll make him wish he'd never laid eyes on you!" I hear the muffled voice of Emma interrupting his tirade, her words not as clear as my dad's. "What do you mean you'd arrest me for murder? I never said I'd kill him. I'll come close and he'll damn sure know pain he's never experienced, but I want him alive to spread the word!" I hang up quickly, stuffing my phone into my pants pocket.
"That was just plain wrong."
"I like him a little more now," David beams.
"Yeah, well, I need to go hide my boyfriend in case Dad manages to slip past your kid."
"Hey, Morgan." I turn to look at David, itching to get far away from the two snoops. I'll send a text to Whale, but I need to get to Papa. "Just be careful, okay? And if Whale tries to pressure you into doing something you don't want to do, call me and I'll take care of him."
"I can handle things myself."
"But you don't have to," Snow interjects," you don't have to rely on yourself all the time, Morgan." I give a nod to show I understand, my magic swirling around me and whisking me away to Papa's cabin.

"What on earth are you wearing," Papa asks when I appear in the cabin, everyone else either not here yet or gone already. Personally, I see nothing wrong with my clothes except for a coffee stain on one of my sweater sleeves, but Papa has always been about appearances, so it doesn't surprise me when he changes my outfit to something I'd usually be seen wearing in public—a black, high-wasted mini-skirt, a white tank with skeleton's ribs and spine printed on the front, black heels, and a white leather jacket to cover my arms. "Well, I don't like it much, but I figured this would be more comfortable than the type of clothing you wore in our realm."
"Fair enough, I guess," I shrug, moving to sit on a table by the window. "Were you in my house?" My messenger bag has been hung up on a coat rack across the room and the last time I saw it was this morning when I was using it as a pillow on the couch. Oh God, has he killed Whale?
"Yeah, I packed you a few things to keep you occupied today." No mention of the doctor, so maybe he got out in time? "By the way, I had to put Whale on pause, so he wouldn't realize I was back. Why was he eating your cereal on your couch?" The look he sends me is daring me to try and lie, so he can catch me, but I remain silent, my lips pressed together tightly and my eyes narrowing slightly as I try to think up a way to break the news to him.
"Weeeell," I draw the word out, voice a higher pitch than it usually is. He holds up a hand, shaking his head with an expression of disappointment. The fact that I disappointed him on any level has me ducking my head in guilt, a part of me yelling that he had no right to make me feel that way and an even louder part of me—the part of me from childhood—yells that I should do everything in my power to keep him happy. "I'm sorry, Papa." He doesn't say anything, picking up an fire poker and moving around a few of the logs in the fireplace. It kept the little cabin warm, the bite of winter unwelcome in a space so small compared to the house he left Belle and me.
Later That Night
Knowing there was nothing I could do until the others show up, I focus on other things, singing softly under my breath. "Heart don't fail me now, courage don't desert me, don't turn back now that we're here. People always say life is full of choices, no one ever mentions fear. Or how the word can seem so vast on a journey to the past. Somewhere down this road, I know someone's waiting. Years of dreams just can't be wrong." The door of the cabin opens, allowing Cruella, Ursula, and Maleficent to step inside. "Arms will open wide, I'll be safe and wanted, finally home where I belong. Well, starting now, I'm learning fast on this journey to the past..." I trail off, catching Mal's eye and giving her a shy smile. I haven't seen her since long before the curse, I actually thought she was dead until Papa told me otherwise yesterday. "Home, love, family, there once a time I must have had them too. Home, love, family, I will never be complete until I find you."
"Well, where the hell have you been all night," Papa demands to know, turning away from the fire as the women file in.
"Don't be nasty," Mal responds in an unconcerned tone," Regina came to find us. We had some catching up to do." Oh right, time for the big reveal.
"Regina? What was she after?" Papa looks on edge, knowing that the brunette could bring him down easily if she wanted to. All she has to do is drag Belle into the mess.
"She's a regular Samuel Culper," I inform everyone, though only Papa got the reference. "The Charmings either paid her into doing their dirty work or blackmailed her. She wants to find the author like y'all do and make him write her a happy ending." I tilt my head to the side, standing up and walking towards Papa. The gears in his head are turning, I can see that clearly enough in the expression he makes. "You think you can turn her."
"Perhaps. After all, heartache is what turned her to darkness before and she's just had her heart broken recently. She's in great pain and that makes her easy to manipulate."
"As you and I both know, pain makes you stronger," Mal states knowingly.
"Indeed it does. When war hits Storybrooke, everyone's gonna have to pick a side, including Regina." His eyes flick to me, as though trying to gauge whose side I would pick or if I'd try and stay neutral as I have most of these years.
"What war are you talking about," I ask nervously, already picking out ways to keep my nephew safe.
"Oh, the one we're about to start. And tonight... We're gonna throw the first punch." I close my eyes as he moves to poke at the logs again, letting out a long, slow sigh. What should I do? "Maleficent, why don't you go speak to Regina about our author?" Mal dons her coat again, patting my shoulder as she walks past me. Pan moves inside as Mal exits, looking around the cabin with a hint of a smirk on his face. He's aged slightly, his messy blond hair slightly longer than it was when I first pushed him out of town. "Pan." The greeting is cold, not holding any hint of friendliness as the man moves to stand next to me. Papa looks at him over his shoulder, gripping the poker so hard that his knuckles turned white. "I'd suggest that you move away from my daughter."
"Or better yet..." I let my sentence trail off, plunging my hand into his chest and removing it with an expression of shocked disbelief. "What the hell?"
"Sorry, my darling," Pan grins," I've no heart for you to take."
"No, but I happen to know about a very sensitive piece of anatomy all men have in common." I jerk my knee up, Pan barely moving in time to avoid it, one of his hands moving to cover his crotch and the other outstretched to keep me at bay. "What the fuck are you doing here, you troll?!"
"I'm here for my happy ending just like everybody else. Can we possibly finish this little mission without you taking away my ability to have children?"
"After what you did, I wouldn't stake my life on it."
"That's quite enough," Papa states, cutting off whatever retort Pan had. "Pan, you don't leave this cabin because most of the people in Storybrooke want you dead a whole lot more than they want me dead. Morgan, why don't you go get some rest, you look like you need it. I, on the other hand, have some old business to take care of." I grab my bag from the coat rack and walk out of the cabin, using my magic when I'm a few feet away and transporting myself back to the safety of my apartment. Whale is gone, probably wandering back to his house after Papa's magic wore off.
"Where the hell have you been all day?" I wince at my Dad's voice, turning and finding him standing in my kitchen.
"Busy," I grumble, dropping my bag and shouldering past him to get to my fridge and the leftover goulash inside. "I was looking for Snow and David's double agent and ran into Cruella instead. Have I ever mentioned how much that coat-full of crazy gets on my nerves?" He doesn't relax in the slightest, closing the fridge door as I move to dump the leftovers in a pot and heating them up on the stove. "You hungry? I could eat a horse." Dad leans against the counter, blue eyes studying my every movement.
"Do you have your heart back?"
"Yeah, Pan put it back once he started to feel guilty. Just FYI, apparently his is absent."
"You tried to crush it?"
"More along the lines of I wanted to watch him do the splits and all other things men find painful." That gets a smile, my dad moving out of the kitchen and back into the living room to shuffle through my movie collection. This was our evening routine on the nights he doesn't spend with Emma, I'd cook dinner and we'd eat it while watching a movie together. "I was thinking we could watch The Hangover tonight."
"Only because I happen to love the tiger song."
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