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Change is coming, change is coming! Amelia has some hidden talents, good ones.


Apart from a few exciting slip ups, Amelia kept her head out of trouble. Her apartment became more of a home; personal items were scattered all over. Her picture collection kept growing and changing. The photos became less serious and more funny and relaxed. Amelia had let her guard down and was comfortable with herself. She enjoyed this life so much and wished nothing would change.

Her wardrobe might have been her favorite part of Storybrooke. She experimented with colors and patterns, more so than she would have back in the Enchanted Forest. Skirts were her go to piece; they gave her a girly appearance as did the three to four inch heels she wore every day. It counteracted her true nature and that was the whole point. Amelia had to admit her favorite shoes were a pair of knee high black boots with a four inch heels.

Her weekend nights were spent at the White Rabbit, drinking and dancing with her friends. At least this kind of dancing didn't require as much skill as it did back in the Enchanted Forest, it was more carefree, and her girlfriends were very good partners. Amelia was even able to pull Graham onto the dance floor with her. Ruby got a picture of that, it now sat on her mantle in a nice frame.

Ruby dragged Amelia up onto stage one night for karaoke. She stayed at her side for a song then left the librarian alone for her own song. Turns out she had a decent voice, not Disney princess quality but enough to make the crowd stare at her. Maybe they didn't think the librarian had that kind of voice. Amelia enjoyed the look of complete shock on their faces when they discovered she had this talent. But it didn't make her smug like the same action would have had back in the Enchanted Forest. She was comfortable up on stage, maybe she would keep it up.

But things were not going to stay the same, the twenty eighth year was now and change was in the air whether Amelia liked it or not


She had just opened up her worn copy of The Hobbit when her cell phone rang. Who was possibly calling her at this late hour? Alright, nine in the evening wasn't late, but it was a work night so she hoped it was not Ruby with an invite to the White Rabbit. But it was Graham instead.

"Graham, is something wrong?" She didn't bother greeting him.

"Henry's missing. Want to help with the search party?" He asked, knowing her answer.

Henry wasn't missing, that was not good. He had become so withdrawn, Amelia couldn't even get two words out of him. And he wasn't a teenager yet. "Of course I'll help. Where do you need me to meet you? The station?" Amelia had already dropped her book and went for her coat.

"No, Regina's house actually."

She groaned to herself; the mayor's house was not the place she wanted to go. Seriously, Regina had problem keeping tabs on her children.

"Amelia?" Graham asked when he didn't hear her reply.

"Yeah, I'll be right over." She hung up the phone.


She walked over to the mayor's house, quite comfortable in her jeans, boots and green trench coat. This wasn't a skirt and heels situation. It was brisk night; she hadn't gotten used to the cold of Maine yet. She didn't believe she was made for cold weather; it never really got this cold in the Enchanted Forest. Or at least where she lived.

Was she, Amelia Hunter, the librarian, formerly Bernadette the bounty hunter from the Enchanted Forest, going to ring the doorbell of her enemy? And actually help Regina in her finding her son? Honestly it was only because Graham asked, the possessed Sheriff who was her brother. What a messed up world this curse created.

Amelia rang the doorbell and waited patiently to be let in.

The door opened, Regina stood there, fully expecting Henry only to see the librarian. "Oh, it's you." She sounded caught between heartbroken and furious.

"Good to see you too Madam Mayor." Amelia gave her a fake smile.

"What are you doing here, Miss Hunter? I am in the middle of a crisis at the moment."

"I called her Regina." Graham stepped into the entry way. "She is pretty capable at tracking people. I thought she could help."

"She is nothing but a librarian." Regina turned back to Amelia. "You need to go home now. I don't need you."

Amelia felt anger boiling inside of herself and she strove to calm herself. How dare she speak to her like that? Nothing but a librarian? Sure here in Storybrooke that's all she was, but back home she was so much more. One swift throw of a knife would put that evil queen back in her place. But that was not an option for Amelia. She couldn't risk putting herself and Graham in harm's way.

"Sorry to intrude, I hope Henry comes home soon safe and sound." Amelia said, walking away from the door and off the porch. The door slammed behind her.

When she was halfway down the walkway, it opened again.

"Amelia, wait." She didn't turn around but she did stop. Graham ran up to her. "I'm sorry. I thought she would appreciate help. She's very worried about Henry."

"She doesn't appreciate anyone, Graham. She just uses people." Amelia almost yelled.

"Oh and you take my advice on relationships?" He shot back suddenly.

That comment made her pause. What did he mean by that? Did he have any idea what he meant about relationships he disapproved of? It strongly reminded her of their last conversation, their last real one before he lost his heart.

"Forget it. Henry's a smart boy; he must have a plan or something. Call me when he gets home." Amelia walked away from him and towards Granny's. She needed a coffee or something.

Twenty minutes later, she had a latte in hand. Part of her felt she needed to spike it to help her get through her feelings of being out down by someone who clearly knew her skill.

Amelia stopped in front of the library, she stood there staring at the clock. Something had to change, she could almost taste it.


When she opened her apartment door the following morning, Amelia found an unmarked envelope that contained a playing card and a picture of a blonde woman. The picture had a single word written on the back.

Destiny.

Amelia immediately understood this. The savior had finally come to Storybrooke. The daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming was here and read to fulfill her destiny.

She quickly dressed and headed out into town to find this savior and introduce herself. Amelia had to know how much work she had to do.

Amelia found Henry with the unknown blonde walking down the street on their way to Granny's. What was she doing with Henry?

"Henry, are you okay? We were all so worried about you." She held out her hand. "Hello, you're new around here. I'm Amelia Hunter, the town librarian."

"Emma Swan, I'm Henry's birth mom." Emma shook Amelia's hand.

Amelia paused to stare at the newcomer. "Oh, I knew Henry was adopted. I just never thought you would come. Will you be staying long?" She asked.

"No, I just came to return Henry to his mom. I'm heading out tomorrow."

"Oh, safe travels home then."

"Thanks." Emma walked off. Amelia just watched her and tried to plan what to do next.


Amelia hadn't planned to meet up with Jefferson at the White Rabbit, it just kind of happened. They sat two chairs away from each other at the bar. She ordered a whiskey.

"Did you get my envelope?" Jefferson asked, staring at the mug in front of him.

"Yes and I met her." Amelia didn't look at him either; she just took a sip.

"Did you make her stay?"

"I don't have to do anything." She took another sip, a longer one this time.

"Why is that?"

"How did you word it? Destiny. That and parental love." Amelia completely understood that parents would do anything for their children. Yes, Emma didn't seem like mother material, she had been with her son for maybe a night, but sometimes that's all it took. One night, one second to realize you would do anything for a child.

"What?" Jefferson asked confused on where she was going.

"Would you do anything for your daughter?" She asked.

"Yes." He quietly answered

"Then Emma is going to stay as long as she is needed."

"What makes you so sure?"

Amelia threw her head back to finish her drink and then paid for it. She stood up and walked over to Jefferson. Leaning in close to his ear, she whispered. "She's Henry's birth mother."

"Well, that's interesting." He had to say.

"To say the least." Amelia left the bar.


She can sing, who would have thought? She also really likes The Hobbit. Now our favorite (and only) Savior has entered Storybrooke.

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