A/N: Hey hey guys, just a wee present as I'll be away to New York for a long weekend before diving into the deep end once I return so no idea when the next upload will take place! This fic started off as two line doodle on the bus and now look, chapter three has been uploaded so there's no particular plan compared to the mighty quadrilogy I've been working on! There might be only a few more chapters left as this was just for a playful distraction while organizing my head/thoughts for chapter six of Shattered Pieces so hopefully you guys are enjoying this fic as well as the work in progress!

A very, very small chapter but hit the wall *faceplant*

TTFN :P

Chapter Three: Unyielding

Amelia stiffened her posture, maintaining eye contact with Hecketty as rage danced beneath her normally cool façade. Typical of Hecketty to play such a dirty, underhanded trick in order to sway the power of balance but she deeply underestimated Amelia. She desperately fought her temper, it was neither the time nor place and yet she continuously pushed using her emotions and guilt associated memory of that night to almost taunt her.

"Don't you dare try to play the guilt card here…another one of your manipulative traits." Her voice trembled with anger

Hecketty felt her top lip twitch, an involuntary sneer, if possible but she was trying to appear warm and friendly to appeal to Amelia, "Need I remind you that once again I am not here to play mind games but only pointing out the obvious," she momentarily broke eye contact and briefly softened her scowl while looking at her unconscious former student, "I am in fact here for Constance."

She snorted, "And need I remind you…that your little charade...and heartfelt statement which you preach is somewhat difficult to digest."

Hecketty returned her gaze to Amelia. Grinding her well warn teeth and clenched her fists, her eyes betrayed her as rage manifested deep within her and conveyed the message just what this was doing to her and why the older witch was bound and overruled by emotions and unable to see the logic only fuelled her growing frustration. The gaze alone would have stabbed into the hearts of any witch, having the natural ability of causing palpitations but Amelia seemed oblivious and immune to its effects, standing her ground, unswayed.

"For the past two months, I have sat in that corner, rendered powerless to help only able to watch…and this is supposedly the best thing…what use is that?" questioning the equally older witch's decisions which only added fuel to the fire

"Constance, is alive…I will not abandon her…not now, not ever." She stated with such confidence and assertiveness, raising her head in the process

Hecketty pinched the bridge of her nose, squeezing back the tears, even the thought of such notion was a completely foreign concept and loathed to have someone other than her unconsciousness former student to witness her weakness and fought for control. After a few deep but shaky breaths she pushed on, winning back the control and continued as though nothing had happened

"Amelia…I am not and will not fight you on this! There is no doubt that the bond you both share is unbreakable but I'm asking you to look at the bigger picture…the future!" she paused to lick her parched lips, "If Constance was in deed alive then wouldn't she have tried to come back to us, already?"

"She may be facing a difficult journey in returning…but I know what you're implying and I dislike where this conversation is going and I will not be swayed in my decision."

"Is that final?"

A firm pair of hands reached out from nowhere. Too busy to notice as the icy fingers wrapped around her warm arm and tightened before she had the chance to react.

It was too late...