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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
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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
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After explaining that I didn't know anyone by the name of Whale and that I've known Peter most of my life, Henry seemed to calm down a bit, but he was still on edge around my fiance. Peter didn't much like him either, uncomfortable with the fact that a random kid off the street attached himself to my side and seemed insistent on keeping Peter from touching me whenever possible. As it is, I mentioned my pirate best friend and now Henry is pulling me through the throngs of villagers towards Blackbeard's ship with Peter running after us. he doesn't trust the pirates not to use me for their nefarious needs, but I'd showed the pirates just how powerful I am a few years ago, so now they're too scared to try anything. "Ahoy," Henry calls out, walking across the gangplank to get on the ship. Peter and I hang back for a second before following after Henry. Blackbeard isn't going to be happy about this. "Is anyone here?!"
"Careful, boy," Killian warns, coming around from the stern of the ship where he'd been on his hands and knees scrubbing. "No one steps aboard the Jolly Roger's deck without an invitation from it's Captain first." Henry appears undaunted and even a little excited, walking up the short flight of steps that lead up to the upper deck where the wheel is.
"Are you gonna make me walk the plank?" Peter and I share a nervous look, wondering why the boy seemed so at ease around a pirate he didn't know. Killian looks at me over Henry's head before turning his stunningly blue eyes back to the boy.
"That depends on why you're here."
"I need a ship to take me to the Bottomless Sea."
"Excuse me," I interrupt loudly, taking a couple of steps closer to the pair. "There's no way you're going to convince the Captain to take you there. It's too dangerous for a boy your age. Why would you want to go there anyway?"
"That's where my mom is." Henry hands a map over to Killian, the paper looking nothing like the kind we have around here; it's obviously not parchment, not even the cheap kind, this is something else all together. "Her name's Emma and she was put there by the Queen." I remember her now, she was an upstart that tried to convince people that everything was upside down.
"Well, then, I'm sorry for you," Killian tells Henry sadly," even if I wanted to, I can't help you." I let out a small gasp when I spot Blackbeard making his way through the village toward the ship, moving closer to Peter in order to stay out of the pirate's reach. I may be stronger than him because of my magic, but that doesn't make the pirate any less terrifying. Killian and Henry don't notice as he boards the ship, standing a few feet away and watching the exchange with interest.
"Why? You're a Captain. Can't you take your ship wherever you want?" Blackbeard laughs at that, the scornful sound making Killian duck his head in embarrassment.
"A Captain," Blackbeard questions in amusement," is that who he says he is?" He grows serious when his eyes land on Killian. "I thought I told you to be done swabbing the decks when I return."
"I'm sorry, Captain Blackbeard," Killy apologizes quickly.
"Wait," Henry says in befuddlement," he's the Captain?"
"Indeed," Blackbeard concurs. "Unless deckhand Hook wants to keep playing pretend to impress the lass here, though I'm fairly certain she's one of his bastards." Killian doesn't say anything, knowing he was in deep trouble because of what Henry had voiced and I keep my mouth closed for fear of bringing hell down on my friend's head. "What do you say, Hook? Beat me and theJolly Roger is yours." Blackbeard draws his sword, the metal glinting in the sunlight. "Or are you still a one-handed coward?" Killian wastes no time in grabbing the brush, ready to go back to his cleaning when Henry gets in his way.
"What are you doing," the boy demands," stand up to him! You can beat him."
"I'm afraid you don't know me very well," Killian confesses," I'm sorry, I can't help you."
"I may not know you, but I do know my aunt." There was a sheathed sword hanging on the railing of the upper deck, and Henry took it inexpertly in hand and tossed it down to me. The strangest thing of all is how natural the sword felt in my hand, how easy it was to disarm a pirate well-known for his fighting prowess and knock him unconscious with the hilt. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"I have no idea," I mumble in shock, staring down at the magnificently crafted sword. This doesn't belong to a simple pirate like Blackbeard, this is something like a famous knight might wield—with it's gold and ruby hilt and wickedly sharp blade, I felt like a hero standing here, and there was an undercurrent of magic humming through it that made the sword fit perfectly in my hand. "So, I feel like getting as far away from Blackbeard as possible right now. Anyone else in favor of leaving him in the village and going to rescue the boy's mother?" All but Killian raise their hands, the deckhand looking unsure and anxious.
"I can't sail this thing on my own," he states.
"I'll help you," Henry grins.
"And how do you know how to sail a ship?"
"I had a great teacher—you."

I was below deck when Henry came running down the steps excitedly for some rope and a sack. "We're almost there," he informs Peter and me," we're going to trick the guard into thinking that I'm a prisoner."
"Then I'd better come along," I sigh, standing up and stretching," everyone knows that I usually accompany the prisoner exchanges to make sure things go smoothly. Peter, put on the nicest thing you can find, so you can pose as my escort." Peter nods, moving through the clothes in Blackbeard's wardrobe until he finds a nice enough disguise that wouldn't automatically make people think of him as a tavern boy. We follow Henry back up the stairs, watching as Killian ties the rope around the boy's writs in a way that would be easy for Henry to escape, but look as though they were too tight for him to move his wrists. I slide the sack over his head before Killian and Pan drop anchor, assisting in helping Henry down the gangplank and over to the tower. The Black Knight is in the hallway, their hand moving to the hilt of their sword. The uniform made it impossible to tell if the guard was a man or woman, the helm and black chain mail hanging from it covering their face.
"We're here on official business for the Queen," Killian states in a confidant tone I've never heard him use before. "Delivering a dangerous prisoner from the kingdom of Kashyyyk." The guard pulls the sack off Henry's head, looking the boy over, but unable to back away in time when Henry knocks the person out using the hilt of Killian's sword. Henry wiggles his hands to undo the loose not, shaking off the ropes. "Well done, lad."
"The Wookiee prisoner gag," Henry smiles," it always works."
"It's not wise to upset a Wookiee," I say right afterwards. "Wait, what? Squirt, why do I keep saying random things today?"
"Because, not even some weirdo spell can make you any less of a geek." Henry pats my shoulder comfortingly, passing Killian the keys. "Lock the guard in a cell, I'll be back with my mom as soon as I can." I turn to look at Killian and Peter, opening and closing my mouth a few times before any words actually come out.
"What's a geek supposed to be?"
"Who knows," Peter shrugs," that boy's rather strange. Let's lock the guard up before it wakes up and we regret not doing it sooner." Killian takes the guard's arms while Peter and I take its legs and, between the three of us, we manage to tuck it away in a corner cell and lock the barred door behind us. "Do you think what the boy says is true?"
"I don't know," Killian shrugs, scratching the back of his head," but if it is, I truly feel bad for our counterparts." I nod in agreement, following after Killian as he leads the way back to where we're supposed to meet Henry, only for him to run into a pretty blonde woman most of the way back.
"Uh, Killian," Henry says, appearing a second later," this is my mom. Mom, Killian." Emma smiles up at Killian in relief, another emotion in her eyes that makes me confused. It's obvious to everyone the depth of feelings she has for my friend, but why would she feel anything for him since she's only just met him? Killian stares down at the blonde in astonishment, seeming lost for a moment when he looks into her eyes.
"Yeah. Pleasure." After an awkward chuckle, he holds out his hand for the woman to shake. I've never seen him this flustered before, it is kind of funny to watch it. And I know the scariest part is letting go, cause love is a ghost you can't control. I promise you the truth can't hurt us now, so let the words slip out of your mouth. The strange lyrics seemed to pop into my head out of nowhere, but they also seemed to fit so well with Killian and Emma for some reason.
"Yeah, right. Look we need to... Get going." The love didn't leave Emma's gaze, but it did dim a little when she realized that it wasn't just her, Killian, and Henry in the room. "We've got a wedding to stop." Peter and I share another look as the blonde takes off to the entrance, trying to follow everyone else as quickly as we can, though Peter trips occasionally on the long ends of Blackbeard's pants.
Back on the ship, I stand with Peter near the bow. I watch him as he leans on the railing of the ship, his back to me as he looks down at the blue waters of the sea. "What's bothering you," I ask, joining him and resting my lower back against the railing.
"If what the boy says really is true, then I'm a monster," he tells me softly, his green eyes not leaving the sea. "I don't deserve to be with you in that other world."
"We're not in that other word." I gently pull him away from the side until he's standing in front of me with his face cupped in my hands. "We're here and that is what matters, Peter. I love you." He closes his eyes and leans further into my hand, murmuring that he loves me too, but he still looks ashamed of the things Henry and Emma said this other Peter has done. "Hey." He looks up at me slowly, reluctant to meet my gaze. "I love you to the stars and back, and that's all that matters. You're my sun and stars."
"And you're the moon of my life." Suddenly the tower, a few miles behind us, erupts in an explosion of stone as a large dragons bursts forth. The sudden noise makes me jump, and I would have toppled backwards if Peter hadn't grabbed me and threw us both to the deck.
"Henry, Morgan," Emma calls," get below now!" Peter pushes me gently ahead of him, both of us crawling to the hatch that leads below deck, Henry already climbing down ahead of us. I completely forgot about the power that the knight guarding this tower had, the ability to turn into a dragon so rare that I easily forgot it was possible. Peter holds me tightly to him, both of us shaking in fear of what might be happening above our heads. Out of some instinct, I reach out and grab ahold of Henry's arm, some part of me wanting to make sure he's safe over everyone else.
"It's alright, my darling, I have you and I'll never let you go."
Later That Day—Seaside Village
I laugh as Peter tugs me along by my hand through the village, the man nearly dancing since we survived the dragon. "Wait," I hear David shout as we return to the spot where we left Killian and Emma to practice their fighting. Henry had stopped a few feet back, but Peter and I never noticed until it was too late. "There's the boy and our traitor." I tense, my anxiousness making my magic uncooperative and so I'll be useless in any kind of fight against these two. Snow gives me a sardonic smile.
"My, my," she says gleefully," I am going to enjoy watching the boy die in front of his mother, though I have to admit that I'll miss my slave's sense of humor."
"Run," I whisper to Peter," make sure everything that needs to be done gets taken care of." Peter opens his mouth to protest, but I shake my head. "I love you, Peter, but I need you to make sure Squirt is okay at all times." I don't bother to brush away the tears that fall, shoving Peter back towards Henry in the same instant that Killian does. I draw the stolen sword of mine, twirling it a few times and surprising myself yet again. "You can't drop part of your arm, you can't drop part of your arm..." Killian kicks the wooden support of a nearby stand, the heavy sacks of flour falling down on top of two knights and evening the odds, leaving the pair of us with only David and Snow to fight.
"Is she worth your life, pirate," David questions, referring to Emma.
"I'm willing to find out," Killian affirms in a shaky voice.
"Are you scared to fight me, Snow," I taunt, my old mask of confidence and hatred falling into place as I step around the dueling pirate and prince. "Afraid that you'll lose to someone younger than you?"
"Not at all," she smiles," this is going to be so much fun." I raise the sword expertly, the perfect balance of it making everything seem so much easier. Excalibur, a small voice in my head whispers, the sword a great leader. Snow calls on her magic to change places, appearing behind me seconds before I spin. Even without my own magic working, I can still sense everything she does with her own, but it doesn't help me in the end. Just as I faced her again, she drove her hand into my chest and yanked out my heart, giving it a painful squeeze until I drop to my knees in front of her. Clutching at my chest with one hand and using the other to support me, I look past Snow at my fiance.
"Run!" And then the pain became too much, sending me into spasms as my breathing slowed and eventually stopped completely.
Storybrooke—Normal Universe
I let out a gasp, shooting up from where I was lying on the shop floor, my hand moving to my chest to feel the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. "I'm not dead," I gasp with a tearful smile. "Jesus, that was trippy." Whale bursts inside, his coat half off one of his shoulders as he kneels on the floor beside me and pulls me into his arms—Papa and Isaac slowly sitting up. I watch Isaac in confusion for a second as he grabs Papa's car keys and tries to run out, but I tackle him before he reaches the door, wanting some answers for the bizarro story line he'd wrote for me. "Why did you put me back with Pan," I ask in confusion, sitting on Isaac's legs so he doesn't get away. Isaac looks as confused as I do, his brows scrunched together as he shakes his head. "I'm dating Victor in his world, but you already knew that."
"Pan's your true love," Isaac says, his tone suggesting I should already know that. "Just like Belle is Rumple's true love and Snow White is David's. I was about to write your happy ending when the Alp dug its hooks into Pan and turned him into a villain before I had the chance to intercede."
"No, we get to pick our true loves, they're not chosen for us."
"What are you saying," Victor asks, holding me closer to him in an unconscious show of protection that allowed Isaac to wiggle free.
"That the only person Morgan will end up with in the long run is Pan," Isaac states as he gets back to his feet," they were literally made for each other, and balance each other out. It was decided by someone higher up than me in the grand scheme of things. Sorry." With a shrug, Isaac was running out as Papa manages to get to his knees.
"Papa," I shout, stumbling over to him and catching him right before he collapsed. "No, I've lost you once and that shit isn't happening to me again! You're not leaving me alone with these people." I look up at Victor desperately. "Go and get the Apprentice! Now!" Victor nods, hurriedly scrambling to his feet and sprinting out of the shop as I hold Papa's failing body closer to me, my arms the only thing supporting him at this point. "You can do this, Papa, you can beat this."
"M-my heart," he gasps in pain. "I don't want to hurt you, Morgan. I never have and yet it seems that it's all I do. Because of me, you're suffering with depression, you never got the chance to know you're birth father, and I put so much pressure on you to succeed in school that you had several nervous breakdowns. I can't let you die at my hands, I can't do it. I love you so much, Morgan, more than you'll ever realize. You're my baby girl and I'm afraid that you'll be one of the first few people that the Dark One decides to kill. Take Whale and those two men from the theater... And run as fast and far as you can. I won't be able to hurt you outside of Storybrooke."
"No, I'm not leaving you." I can feel my magic responding to my emotions, making my fingertips tingle. "I can help you, Papa. Let me try."
"No, you'll only hurt yourself."
"I don't care about myself! I haven't for a long time, there are more important people in this town than me." Papa stares at me in shock, one of his hands moving to hold onto my arm and squeezing it.
"No... No, you're the most important person in this town to me and to Jones. If anything happened to you, I don't know what I'd do."
"Well... I guess it's time to find out." I lay him on the ground gently, stuffing my jacket under his head to work as a pillow before pulling his heart from his chest as gently as I can. It's a cold and hard thing, small with hardly any red showing, the complete opposite of my own. "Come on," I whisper, urging my magic to work with me. "Come on, come on." By the time the haze of my magic has wrapped around the heart, my hands were beginning to shake and a dizzy spell hit me hard. I don't give up, continuing to focus all I have into healing the organ. Slowly, the black of the heart begins to give way for more red, returning to its original state. It's enough for me to hand it back to Papa, using the nearest display case to pull myself to my feet. "I did it," I mumble as Pan and the others burst into the shop. "Pan."
Pan
He barely managed to catch Morgan as she collapsed, holding her like a man would his bride and gently lowering her to the floor. "She used too much of her strength," Rumple groans, holding his heart in his hand. "She said she didn't care about her own life." There were tears on the old man's face, and Pan could feel some stinging his own eyes as he stares down at the infuriating woman whose head rested in his lap. He closes his eyes, drowning everything else out as he focuses on bringing Morgan back from the edge of death. He'd seen her die once today and he wasn't going to go through it again, God damn it!
"I've got you," he murmurs, his fingers resting against her temples. "You're not allowed to die twice in one day, my darling." He can feel Mozenrath's magic joining in as the other man kneels beside Morgan's limp body, Mozenrath's pale hands looking strange in contrast to Morgan's lightly tanned arms. He can feel other magic at work, hear grunts of pain as the Dark One is forced to leave Rumple's body and enter the hat, but Pan stays focused on the task at hand. He didn't care if Rumple lived or died at this point, but he'd be damned if he let Morgan die when he could have saved her. She's pushed herself too far this time, and it would take a lot to bring her back. A loud shrieking sound broke his concentration, and he raised his head in time to watch as thick, inky strands of dark magic shot out of the hat and slashed through the air surrounding the Apprentice. Pan holds Morgan closer to him, shifting her body so that it was cradled in his arms as the darkness entered the Apprentice's mouth and turned his eyes a pitch black color.
Emma acts fast, both her and Aladdin shooting their light magic at the Apprentice until the man collapses on the floor and the darkness is forced out, Aladdin using his magic after that to shield Mozenrath. It wasn't much, certainly not as powerful as anyone else's magic, but Aladdin's was just enough to ensure Mozenrath was safe from being possessed. "Mom, Dad," Emma commands after the darkness shoots out of the mail slot," go after it! I'll be right there!" Pan focuses back on his task, his hand pressed over Morgan's chest to feel the beat of her heart, unsteady and fading fast.
"It'll be okay," Mozenrath tells Morgan despite the fact that she can't hear him," we're going to save you, Mo. And when we bring you back, I'm going to make you be the lead in the stupidest play I can think of just to punish you." A loud ruckus outside the shop was threatening Pan's concentration, but he forced it to the back of his mind and rested his forehead against Morgan's.
"You're the only person in this town that saw any light in me," he confesses, too quiet for any but Morgan to hear," and I never thanked you enough for helping me keep my darkness contained all those months. I never realized just how important you were until you kicked me out of town and the darkness nearly took me over again. I can't blame the Alp for everything, killing the tribe on Neverland was all my idea and the Alp just gave me the confidence to go through with it. I'm back now, Morgan, and I'm not letting anything come between us again. I love you too much to let you die, the way I acted in that other reality wasn't fiction, it's how I really felt about you, but this darkness made me unable to show it. You're the love of my life, Morgan, and I refuse to let you die without truly knowing it!" The noise outside grows to an unbearable level, making Pan wince until it stopped all of a sudden.
Morgan lets out an almost inaudible moan as her eyes flicker open, the sight of her awake enough to have Pan relaxing for the first time since he woke up. The peace and relief was shattered when Victor Frankenstein opens the shop door, looking upset and in a state of shock. "What is it, Whale?"
"It's Emma," Whale croaks," she's the new Dark One."
Woo, the end of this story for now and I managed to squeeze in a quote from The Mummy and a couple of cutesy nicknames from Game of Thrones, so I am one happy girl. To clear something up in case it confuses any of you, Morgan healed Rumple's heart from all the evil deeds he did while alive, so all the Apprentice had to do was play the part of Dark One exterminator.
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