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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
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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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Agrabah—Past
Killian and Milah moved swiftly through the crowded market place, Milah clutching a small bundle tightly in her arms and Killian with one hand on her lower back and the other grasping the hilt of his sword. Something is wrong with their baby and they have to know what it is. At only six months old, she'd stopped eating, barely moved, and slept too much even at such a young age. So here they were, Agrabah, where an old acquaintance of Killian's owed a debt that would be paid today. The palace looms ahead of them, much larger than any back in the Enchanted Forest and made of white marble with golden tops that seemed to wink in the mid-afternoon sunlight. The guard outside is a burly man in his twenties, the beginnings of a beard covering his cheeks. "State your names and the purpose of being here," the guard demands, holding tightly to his spear.
"Killian Jones," Killian answers breathlessly," my wife, Milah, and our daughter, Aveena. We're here to see Jafar."
"Why would the Grand Vizier want to see a pirate, a whore, and their child?"
"Try not to think too much, Razoul," comes the drawling tones of Jafar as he rides up next to Killian. "Open the gate and let us through." Razoul does so hurriedly, having to use all his strength to move the heavy marble across the sand. Killian and Milah follow Jafar to the stables and then to his private study in the palace, Jafar's magic helping them along without gaining any suspicious stares. "Now, why are you here, Jones?"
"My daughter," he states instantly," she's very ill and none of the healers know what to do." Jafar moves to stand in front of Milah, pulling back the light blanket that kept Aveena's face protected from the harsh sunlight and sand. Her complexion was too pale, no flush to her cheeks to show that the heat of Agrabah had effected her in any way. If it wasn't for the light rise and fall of her chest, he would have proclaimed the child as dead. "Do you know what's wrong with her?"
"I have a few ideas." Jafar takes the child gently into his arms, checking her over intently and seeing how she reacts to his magic. It was interesting, like she was trying to do something magical herself, but the effort drained her completely, leading to her constantly exhausted state. "Hmm, well, this is interesting. Have you been to many magical realms since your daughter was born, Captain?"
"What? No, she's been too sick to travel very far."
"Do you have magical blood in your family?"
"Uh...?"
"Think hard, Jones." Killian squeezes his eyes closed, trying to remember his long-gone family ties. What was it his aunt had told him? Something about a strange ability that skips entire generations sometimes?
"My aunt had magic," he says slowly," she could absorb it from other people and use it as her own." He shakes his head sadly, wishing he'd had more time to get to know the woman who'd always been so kind to him. "The people in my village found out and drowned her as a witch."
"There's your answer, you need to get the child to a place where there's quite a bit of magic—I would suggest going for light magic since she doesn't react well to darkness." Jafar hands her back to her mother, Milah wrapping the child back up tightly. "A magic bean may be able to help and I know just the man for you to contact. Consider my debt paid with this information."
"Yes, of course. What is his name?"
"He goes by the name of Smee."
Storybrooke
"Do hope we're not interrupting," Dad says as he and Ursula walk into Papa's shop, drawing everyone's attention away from the game of Scrabble we were playing. I can see Ursula connecting the dots when her brown eyes flick between me and my dad, noting all the similarities," but we need the thief's assistance." Not you, I mouth to Nicky, letting him know that Dad meant Will. Belle was too nice sometimes and allowed the thief from Wonderland to help her out in the store if it meant he wasn't off getting shit-faced.
"And how do I know that you're really Killian," Belle responds.
"Because, if he wasn't, he wouldn't be asking for help," I point out," pretend or not, Papa doesn't request that things be done."
"You see, Vee knows me better than anyone in Storybrooke."
"Plus he's calling me Vee in stead of Morgan, that's a big hint right there." I go back to the game, using my tiles to spell out the longest word on the board. Nicky lets out a groan, thumping his head on the table and just keeping it there as he mentally tallies up my new score.
"And why should I help you," Will demands.
"Because for once, we want the same thing," Dad answers," the Dark One gone." I tense at that, my hands curling into fists in my lap. I just got him back and they already want him gone again. What about Pan? Have they forgotten about him already? "The key to making that happen is in here." Dad pulls out a ship in a bottle, the intricate detailing and gold trim making it known exactly which ship that is. How did that get there? Did Blackbeard do it like he did in that Pirates of the Caribbean film?
"Right. That your ship, is it?" Dad nods, staring at the ship in obvious pain. "Bit small, isn't it?" That gets a rise out of him, Dad's first urge to protect the honor of his beloved Jolly Roger.
"Careful, mate, it's unwise to insult the size of a pirate's ship." I could've gone on without hearing that. "And you spent more time in Wonderland than anyone I know. You must have something that can restore it." Where's Jefferson run off to? He probably knows all about this stuff and we could get answers without dick innuendos being tossed around.
"You're in luck. I think I might have just what you need."

SOS GOLD'S CABIN. I let out a groan when I see the text from David, quickly dressing in the appropriate clothing and using my magic to poof me there. Ursula has Snow in a headlock, not yet noticing that I'm right behind her.
"Drop those hands," Ursula warns," or your mother here's gonna need gills to breathe." What happened to my dad? Just the thought of the walking calamari laying one finger on him has my anger rising and I feel the need to rip the squid into pieces.
"What did you do to my father," I ask in a dangerous tone. Ursula looks at me over her shoulder, not looking nearly as scared as she should. Did she really think I'd hold back just because the do-gooders are here?
"He's dead."
"Then you can join him." I raise my hand, magic swirling around it as I try to think of a suitable way to kill her before my train of thought is derailed by my dad gently grasping my wrist in his good hand. "Daddy?" I let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against the cabin door as he steps further inside.
"How are you still breathing?"
"I'm good at surviving," Dad quips," or you're bad at killing. Either way, you don't need the Author to get what you want. I know why you couldn't release your voice from that shell." Wait, so it wasn't Ariel's voice that was stolen? No, that's not quite right, she told Belle how Regina snatched her voice in punishment for defending Snow, so who the hell stole the sea bitch's voice? "Only the one who enchanted it can do that." Ursula's brow furrows at that, an expression of confusion and hurt crossing her features.
"Wait. You don't mean..."
"Aye." She looks to the door again.
"Father?" A big guy steps inside, dressed in weird armor and a heavy fur cloak.
"Ursula," the guy greets. The witch releases Snow, her tentacle pushing the other woman at David as Ursula's full attention goes to her father.
"How are you here—in this land?"
"A young mermaid found me and brought me through a portal. I need to say something." I need to get out of here before the cheesy lines make me sick to my stomach. I step outside, turning my back to the cabin and walking towards the trees. The woods will be a nice place to just hide out in, no drama can reach me out there. I find another clearing after a mile or so, a small one with a few fallen trees that form a semi circle in the center of the space. I sit on one, drawing my knees up to my chest and closing my eyes, focusing on controlling the darkness inside of me. How easy it is to slip into killing mode scares me sometimes, but I know I can control it.
"Morgan," Pan calls from the other side of the clearing, his footsteps light and his magic crackling around him. "What are you doing all the way out here?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Pan," I retort dryly. I can feel the heat coming off his body when he sits next to me, too close for my liking, but if I scoot over I'll just fall off the log. "Don't you have fluffy animals to kick or old ladies to push into traffic?" I glare at him, daring him to try anything I don't like, because he may not have a heart, but I still know a few tricks that'll have him screaming in a less than pleasant way. He seems to pick up on the meaning of my glare, scooting away a little to give me my bubble back.
"I want your help. You know how to suck magic out and I want you to take Mordred's magic and push it out of me."
"Why would I do that?"
"Because then I wouldn't have the almost overwhelming urge to snap your neck for what Mordred thinks you did to his son." I suppose that's reason enough. I stand, grabbing the front of Pan's tee and hauling him to his feet as well before grasping his forearm. The magic was easy to draw out, it's a slow process, but it works well enough. The inky black magic collects as a ball in my hand before dissipating entirely. Without a vessel, the magic is harmless. "Thank you."
"Fuck off."
"Come now, Morgan. No need to be shy." I move to walk away from him, but Pan grabs my arm and yanks me back, our chests pressed tightly together as one of his hands hold onto the back of my neck to keep me from struggling too much when he crushes his lips against mine. He's weaker without Mordred's magic in him and easy to throw using my own, his body hitting a tree with enough force to crack the wood.
"Never presume to touch me like that again."
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