I do not own Once Upon a Time.

My only comment is "I am evil." Happiness can't last forever with Amelia.


Amelia was dreaming, it was a wonderful dream. She was with her parents and her baby brother: Sophia Andrew and Alexander, her adopted family: Michael, Helen, Jordan, Nathan, even Richard. And Derek. And Neal. And their child.

She was happy, maybe happy wasn't a strong enough word for it. Joyful, blissful, delighted, jovial. Even those words weren't enough. She had never ever felt like that before. It was perfect, a perfect life with more people than she ever imagined would care about her.

Then suddenly she was in pain, more pain then anything she had felt in her life. It was this pain that woke her up.

Amelia bolted up in bed in the cabin, but that movement only intensified the pain. Something was wrong, very wrong. Her entire body hurt, every single inch of it. At least she had the tiniest bit of self-control to keep her screams silent. She did not need someone coming into her cabin.

Another surge of pain shot through her and a sob escaped her mouth. And she doubled over, her arms wrapped tightly across her stomach. Amelia calmed herself for all of the two seconds it took for her to tear the blanket off of her.

Nothing could have prepared her for the sight that was before her.

Blood.

So much blood.

At first she was confused, and then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She almost couldn't form a thought as she clasped her hand to her month to stifle the half scream half sob that erupted from her very soul.

She lost the baby.

She lost the last gift that Neal gave her.

Amelia Hunter lost Neal Cassidy's baby.

Bernadette lost Baelfire's baby.

She was alone, again.

She forced herself to get out of the bed to put some distance between her and the blood stained bed. She tumbled to the floor, curling into a ball.

It was the worst type of crying. Her lips shook and her eyes filled up faster than ever possible. She tried so hard to silence herself and not make a noise. But that only brought on even more pain. All she wanted to do was let out a yelp or a cry or something.

She couldn't breathe, all she did was cry.

In short, Amelia Hunter was a mess.

Finally, the tears stopped and Amelia changed her clothes, pulled on her coat, and gathered the sheets. She left the cabin and went up to the deck.

All was quiet, even the waves were gentle. And she thanked the gods there was no one on the deck. She did not need an audience. There was nothing Amelia could do but press her lips to the sheet before dropping it into the sea. Who would have thought her child would have a sea burial?

Suddenly she was numb, she wanted to cry again. But her body wouldn't let her. She just stared at the ocean.

"Amelia?" Someone found her. Fear came over her and she turned to see David standing a few yards away. He looked confused and a bit concerned.

"Oh, I thought you were someone else." She was shocked she had a voice, much less one that sounded normal and level.

"You thought I was Hook?" David asked, he still called the pirate by his more colorful name.

"I am glad you're not, really glad you're not." How she was able to have a normal conversation was beyond her.

He looked over the rail. "What did you throw overboard?"

She answered with the first word that came to her broken mind. "Hope." She had mentally named her lost child. Hope, dreams, faith, everything she had thrown away when she let Benjamin go. And Killian. And Neal.

Amelia finally out a single sob, which she quickly silenced. David turned to her, the wheels turning in his head.

"Amelia, did you lose…?" He was unsure how to finish his question or even if he should.

She didn't even have to answer before she finally surrendered to her sobs that racked her body. And David just placed his hand on her shoulder and said nothing.

After she cried herself out, Amelia composed herself and wiped her tears. She made no sign she was going to move from her spot on the deck. But she did sit down against the wood, trying to make herself relax.

"Gold has second shift." David broke the silence.

"Don't tell him, don't tell anyone." Amelia asked, looking up at him, pleading with her eyes.

"I won't." He said, walking away, leaving her alone with her thoughts.


Amelia woke up the next morning, confused about everything. Where was she? Why was she here? Why was there another jacket over her?

Then she remembered the most important answer and bolted to her feet. Amelia desperately searched the seas for something she knew was gone. And her shell closed up around her for protection from everything and everyone.

"You didn't have to throw my jacket on the floor, dearie." Mr. Gold came over to her and picked up his jacket, dusting it off. "You need to eat something."

"I'm not hungry." Amelia said. She didn't feel like doing much of anything.

"You're carrying my grandchild, Miss Hunter. You don't seem to be taking this very seriously."

"Stop it! Stop caring about me! I don't deserve it!" She shot angrily. There was rage rising in her. Amelia walked away and did everything to stop the third wave of tears that was ready to overtake her body.

Mary Margret came to her side and attempted to comfort her. "I know; I understand what you are going through. I was pregnant with Emma when we knew the dark curse was coming and we did everything to protect her…"

"Shut up! You don't understand! You have no idea what I am going through!" Amelia had a burst of total rage.

"You have to protect your child…" Mary Margret reasoned.

"And I would if I had a child to protect at the moment!" Amelia yelled, her hands on her now empty stomach. That's how she felt, empty.

Mary Margret paused and saw pain and failure in Amelia's eyes. Then she truly understood, as did the rest of the crew. No one could meet her eyes. An eerie silence settled over them all.

Mary Margret suddenly felt guilty for everything she had said and thought about the former bounty hunter. "Amelia… I am so sorry…" The princess pulled her into a hug and for the first time in her life, Amelia did not pull back.


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