I do not own Once Upon a Time.
If anyone missed psycho Amelia from story one, you are in for a treat. This scene was fun to write. So, just a slight explanation, Amelia is having magic isn't an issue, she has it under control unlike when Emma was discovering hers. But what is to be worried about is why she had her magic now.
Amelia may or may not have been avoiding her family and Marian and Robin. She knew they would have questions, so many questions. Where was home, what else could she do? She spent the next few days testing her magic, she was just doing simple things, like moving objects and making items appear in her hand. Her show in the street was really only the tip of what she could do, but there was a nagging thought in the back of her mind. Something that had been drilled in there by someone she was not on good terms with at the moment. All magic came at a price.
And Amelia knew the price. Blinky had told her. It would take a miracle to stop him, a miracle or extreme sacrifice. Amelia didn't care to do either of those things. Besides, as she had said, there was no way to get there or get home.
She finally got a call from David; they were going to interrogate the author. Now would she use her magic? There was nothing wrong about it, people knew, now she didn't have to hide. But Amelia had spent enough years without magic to know she didn't always need it.
Well, in all honestly, let's see what the situation called for.
Tiny was an understatement when it came to cabin. Of course there were a bunch of people in it. In addition to David and Amelia, there were Mary Margaret, Neal, Emma, Killian, Regina Robin and an adult August. Amelia was surprised to see him. August had been a young boy the last time she saw him, and before that he was slowly turning to wood.
"So you're on the police force? Whose crazy idea was that?" August asked Amelia after he greeted her.
"Prince Charming over there. They were desperate." Amelia still had issues believing she was a good guy, or at least counted on by the good guys
"Obviously. And congratulations on your engagement."
Then they turned to the author. He was a short man with brown hair. He had an annoying matter about him. But he didn't seem concerned to be tied to a chair in a cabin with very capable fairy tale characters.
And David was getting nothing out of him. He stayed silent.
"You were corrupted by the power of the quill. Your job as author was to simply record the events that happened around you, not make up your own." August was saying. He knew the most about the author and his job. The author, whose name was Isaac, had been chosen by the apprentice years ago.
Amelia drummed her fingers on the table she was sitting on. Robin wouldn't look at her, not that she could really blame him. And Isaac just sat there, taking it all. What did he think was going to happen? She wanted to do something, anything. Maybe she could work her magic. Well, her skills of persuasion and who said she couldn't play with Isaac a little first?
"David, let me give it a whack." Amelia offered. No one was sure if she meant a real whack.
David nodded then stepped aside, unaware what the former bounty hunter had planned. Amelia pulled a chair over and the straddled the back of it, studying the man in front of her. Isaac looked at her curiously.
"I know you have been stuck in a book for a long time, so you might not understand the phrase, but here is how we are going to play this. It's a game called 'good cop, bad cop'." Amelia grinned.
"And I'm guessing you're the bad cop?" He asked, not sounding scared.
"No, I'm really bad cop. Now you are going to tell us everything that we want to know." She could be nice.
"Or what, you'll use your magic on me? Make me talk?"
Amelia chuckled. "Honey, I have lived enough years to know I don't have to rely on magic. I can make you do things with just these." She held up her hands. "Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. Seriously, it's all your choice. What is it going to be?" There was silence. "Bad choice." Amelia got up and walked around to Isaac's back.
"What are doing back there?" He asked, now there was a bit of fear in his voice. Good.
"Well since you have messed up everyone's lives in this room; I seriously doubt anyone of them want you writing ever again. So you don't need your fingers." Amelia answered casually. Then something metal appeared in Amelia's hand. She was very careful not to let anyone see it.
It touched Isaac's pointer finger. "No, stop!" He yelled, trying to keep his fist closed.
"You really think that is going to stop me? I know the body; I know there are places to touch that will open your hand…" Her fingers found the spot, right at his wrist. "Just like magic." Isaac's hand opened and now there was metal around his finger.
He let out a yelp. Now he was terrified, as he should be.
Amelia continued to play. "Shockingly, I really don't want to do this. It would just be messy and these pants are cute. Right, these are cute pants?" She moved one leg to the side, not that Isaac was looking. "And if my shoes got dirty, oh I don't even want to think about that. I love these boots." That wasn't a lie, she did love the black boots.
"Please don't cut off my fingers!"
"Then tell us what we want to know. It's very simple, why don't you understand the concept?" Amelia sounded disappointed. She kept her eyes downcast. She didn't want to see the look of horror in everyone's eyes. Also, the look of glee in her own. She was enjoying this a bit too much.
Isaac broke, and his words rattled out words that he hoped would save his life. "I just made the story more interesting. You were all leading boring lives. The good guys were winning and leading good lives with no problems. The villains always lost. Things needed to change. And only I had the power to do something. I could change the landscape of the story. Do anything I wanted. And I regret none of it." Isaac sounded pleased and relived that now he could keep his fingers.
"David, did you find that sufficient?" Amelia finally addressed someone else in the room, but she did not look up.
David nodded, he was scared.
"Too bad I didn't." Amelia closed the metal blades around his fingers quickly. "I do not appreciate being someone's puppet. I don't take well to manipulation."
Isaac screamed loud.
"Amelia, drop it!" Mary Margaret yelled.
Okay, the games were done. Amelia smiled and stood up and finally showed everyone what was in her hands. Two metal spoons, not the blade they thought. "Did you think I was going to do it?" Everyone in the room gave a brief nod. "I still got it." She sounded proud of her herself.
"What do we do with him now? We can't let him go or Gold will get him. Who knows how much damage he could do?" Regina asked.
"He wants the same thing I do, for the tables to turn. For the heroes to lose and the villains to win. They deserve a happy ending, deserve justice."
"Villains go about their so called happy endings the wrong way, that's what make them villains." Robin pointed out. "They hurt people, innocent people and put themselves first."
"Spoken like pathetic hero." Isaac commented.
"I think we have wasted enough time on him." Amelia remarked, she was anything but patient. Her hand began to glow and she had an idea. Amelia walked up to the Isaac and grabbed his throat. Only she didn't exactly grab his throat. Her hand pulled back, and she held a small ball of light. "Do you know what this this?" She asked, not expecting an answer. Mostly because he couldn't give one even if he wanted to. "It's your voice and you are not going to have it back until you can behave yourself. Think you can do that?"
The author didn't move. He just stared defiantly at Amelia. She shrugged her shoulders and she looked over at the fireplace. Before Isaac's eyes, a fire appeared and then he knew exactly what she was going to do. Amelia threw his voice into the fire.
There was a collective gasp from everyone in the room. The author opened his mouth to scream but of course no sound came out.
"I thought you weren't going to use magic? Or at least for the wrong reasons." Robin asked, disappointed.
"I made no such promise." Amelia answered, and then turned back to Isaac. "Oops. Now there isn't much time before there is no way I can save your voice. So I repeat myself, are you going to behave?"
The author finally nodded. She smiled and the ball flew into her hand and she shoved it into his throat.
The Isaac gasped. "I regret creating you."
"Well, you wrote my story, so you created your own monster." Amelia told him.
Now he tried to reason with everyone in the room. "So what if I made your story more enjoyable to the reader? You can't say that Neverland wasn't entertaining?"
And that was the wrong thing to say to Amelia. Neal noticed and locked eyes with Robin faster. Amelia whirled around and would have acted out her plan if Robin hadn't grabbed her first.
His arm snaked around her waist, lifting her out of the line of fire to Isaac. It seemed the men in her life knew how to stop her from hurting people. Besides, someone else was going to put that stupid author in his place.
It was Neal, a powerful punch set Isaac falling to the floor. How dare he talk about his family like that.
Amelia stared at Neal, impressed. "Nice shot."
"Thanks." Then Neal picked up Isaac and the chair. "You are going to apologize right now." Neal demand.
The Isaac remained silent. Suddenly the door was flung open and in casually walked Gold and he was anything but calm.
As freaked out as everyone was about the cabin's newest guest, Isaac was the only one who really had to be frightened.
Gold walked over to him and grabbed the front of his shirt. "You heard him, apologize to the lady right now." He almost growled.
Amelia stepped next to Neal. She was completely unsure on how to feel. She still had hatred towards Gold but she was grateful that he had her back, at the moment.
"I'm sorry for your loss." Isaac said quietly. Amelia only nodded.
"Well, now that is taken care of…" Gold addressed the room and he moved his hand across them all. Amelia knew what he wanted to do, freeze them all. So she moved her hands to protect them. Only this time, her magic did not work.
Everyone in the room froze in place. All they could do was watch helplessly.
"So you're the author of this whole story? You don't look like an author, dearie." Gold studied the man tied to the chair.
"Not sure what an author is supposed to look like. You don't look like a Dark One. You know you are quite possibly the biggest pain in the ass I have ever had the displeasure of writing about." Isaac said quite annoyed.
'Yes, you just had to write him, we actually have to deal with him.' Amelia wanted to say but couldn't in her current state.
"So you have a choice. Stay with the people who want you hurt or come with me and get the happy ending you always deserved." Gold offered him a deal.
"You mean a place where I get to keep my fingers and my voice? I'll go with you." Isaac said, wanting to get as far away from Amelia as possible.
"Good choice." He turned to leave but stopped. "There's just one thing I need." He walked to Emma, holding his dagger. He grabbed her hand and sliced it open, collecting the blood in a small vial. "The Savior's blood, the only thing that can change the happy endings."
Amelia, along with everyone else, wanted to scream. That was the last thing Gold needed in order to change everything and ruin their lives.
"Well, now that is settled, shall we go?" Gold headed to the door, expecting Isaac to follow.
He did. "Your daughter in law is crazy, might put you to shame."
Gold looked at Amelia. She would love to have been able to respond. 'Admit it, you're impressed.' But all she could do was stare.
As soon as Gold and Isaac left, the spell broken and everyone was able to move.
"Amelia, what the hell? Why didn't your magic stop him?" Emma yelled, holding her cut hand. Killian was instantly at her side.
"It wasn't for lack of trying. My magic is unstable. How much time do we have before he changes everything?"
"Maybe an hour. Depends on how much of the story he has planned out." August told them.
"Spilt up. Regina, Emma, Robin and August, go to the Sorcerer's house, try to find something there. Killian and Mary Margaret, come with me to the loft and see if the book has something. Amelia and Neal, go to the library." David yelled out orders.
Killian was the only one slightly calm. "I don't know what you are worried about. The Dark One only wants me dead."
Amelia had grabbed Neal's hand and they headed to the door. But Killian's words got her thinking.
Heroes were going to be villains, villains were going to be heroes, their happy endings were going to be rewritten. Where did that leave her? Was she a hero or a villain?
She and Neal got to the library quick but didn't know where to start. And they were running out of time.
"Neal…" She sounded broken.
"You're a hero, never doubt that." He didn't even have to ask; he knew exactly what she was thinking.
There was a tiny smile on her face, that's what she loved about him, he always knew what she was thinking. "Then that means, in this alternate story, I don't get to be with you." He looked up then walked over to her. "You're my happy ending."
"But it's my father's story, and he always wanted what was best for me. And you are the best for me. So I believe we will still be together." He sounded hopeful, but it was only to calm her fears.
"Your father… he hates me… he's scared of me…" Her voice broke.
The ground suddenly shook, apparently Gold had everything figured out for a long time and now was his time.
"Amelia, I will find you and we will be together. I promise you. I love you." Neal had her face between his hands and the world went dark.
So hero or villain?
Author's note- I am looking for an artist to give Amelia a face. Either Enchanted Forest or Storybrooke, but someone to capture her whole personality. If anyone is interested, please private message me.
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