I do not own Once Upon a Time.

I still love Captain Hunter scenes. Now that he is with Emma, scenes between him and Amelia are uncommon. So here he is, for a short time.

The next night found Amelia alone at the bar at the White Rabbit. Whiskey was her poison for the evening. There were currently five empty shot glasses in front of her. She fought the urge to cry or even feel too much. She had been so close to losing so much.

Amelia then sensed someone sit down next to her.

"The lass needs another round." Killian told the bartender. Another shot glass was placed in front of her.

"You weren't under the curse, were you?" She asked him without even a greeting or a thank you for the drink.

"How did you come to that conclusion?" He mused.

"We are both still alive." The tiniest smile crossed her face. "You know there would have been bloodshed in the library if we had turned into the worst versions of ourselves." She turned to face him. "Killian, what were you even doing in the library?" There was so much Amelia still didn't understand.

Killian sighed heavily, he didn't really want to remember those events. But he knew he had to tell her, she deserved that much. He pulled his flask from his pocket. She had her drink, he needed his. "The Crocodile had my heart…" There was gasp from her, well that was expected. "He sent me to gather the family members for the upcoming trip. He knew where Neal was, but not where you or Henry were. I was tasked to bring Henry to the pawn shop. But the lad was smart and bested me."

"So he wanted you to bring me to him? Gold couldn't do anything himself, he had to get others to do his dirty work." So she had been right along about him.

"No, just find out where you had locked yourself. He knew I would be missing a few limbs if I was to take you anywhere."

Amelia let out a heartless chuckle. "That might be the smartest thing he has ever said." She raised her shot glass in a toast and then downed the drink. It slammed down on the bar. "Hit me." She motioned to the bartender. Another glass was placed on the bar.

Amelia picked it up but just stared intently at the liquid. "There was a moment where I honestly thought Gold was going to kill me…" She downed the drink. "Killian, I'm still shaken…" Amelia then dropped her head into her arms on the bar.

For a moment, there no movement next to her. She wasn't expecting anything. They weren't on those terms anymore. After seeing her crying into her adopted father's shoulder and knowing that Neal was right there, Killian realized that Amelia didn't need him anymore. Didn't need a shoulder to cry, maybe just an ear to listen.

Finally, some sort of movement when she heard the scrap of a chair next to her. Then a hand went on her back, right between her shoulder blades. And it got down to her muscles. She let out soft moan that was coupled with a half sob.

"Don't stop." She tilted her head to see Neal standing next to her.

"I assume you have it from here?" Killian asked Neal, who only nodded. Killian left the bar and exited the White Rabbit.

"You are getting cut off." Neal pushed the empty shot glasses away from her. "You thought my father was going to kill you?" He asked, worried.

"He was telling me his whole plan from behind a magical barrier. I called him a coward for it. If you are going to threaten me, do so to my face so I can punch you."

"Yeah, he doesn't take well to being called that." His hand went up and down her back. "How did you know it was me and not…?"

Her head tilted to his hand. "That's your left hand."

"Ah, telltale sign. Come here." Neal finally offered the hug that Amelia wasn't ready to accept until now. "You're safe, he is never going to hurt you. He is far away and not coming back here. I am always going to protect you no matter what." He whispered in her ear.

Amelia nodded and didn't bother wiping the tears from her cheeks.

Should she try to mend her relationship with Belle? That was the question on Amelia's mind. She had said everything and barely tried to defend herself. Why should she defend herself? It's not like anything would change Belle's mind.

They were friends, still family, maybe? Belle left Gold, was she still Neal's step mom? Things were so confusing.

Work was just awkward; they barely spoke while they worked in the library. Amelia almost preferred to be at the station with Emma, Killian and David. At least they didn't hate her guts, today.

So Amelia avoided going to work at the library at all costs. She needed a new hobby, something to help people, something to get her mind off of Gold.

Amelia arrived home earlier than usual from her shift at the station and quickly noticed something was wrong. The door to her apartment was half opened. She knew that Neal was out with Henry, unless he stopped here for something. No one else had the key to their apartment.

She pulled out her phone and dialed Neal. He answered on the second ring.

"Hey babe, you need something?"

"No, did you leave the door open by accident when you left?" She asked, hoping for a positive answer.

"No, I made sure it locked behind me. Why, is something wrong?" There was hint of worry in his voice.

"I'm not sure yet, but I think someone broke into our apartment…" How Amelia said that calmly was beyond her. She should have been slightly scared and worried at that idea. The phone was pressed between her shoulder and her head while her hand pulled her gun from her back pocket.

"Amelia, I'm calling Emma. Don't do anything until she gets there." Neal said.

"Too late, I got this…" And she hung up the phone and stuck it in her back pocket. Amelia had opened the door more with her foot. The sight inside surprised her. Nothing seemed to be out of place. The living room and dining area were exactly as Amelia had left it this morning.

But she did not lower the gun; there was a bad feeling in her gut. Had someone really broken in? Was someone that stupid?

Aside from a few moved papers on the coffee table, the island in the kitchen had a bottle of whiskey with an empty tumbler next to it. Was she being told something?

Amelia shook her head, having an unwanted guest in her apartment was such an invasion of privacy. And for someone who rarely let people into her life, Amelia wanted to throw something to get rid of her anger. But that would ruin the crime scene.

Her gun was still held up as she entered her bedroom. Now an annoyed grunt exited her mouth. While the intruder has kept the front rooms neat, her bedroom was apparently free range.

Bed unmade, clothes flung from their places of both the dresser and the closet, her vanity and chair were turned over with all its content tossed across the room. Personal items were also thrown from their proper places.

"Amelia?" Emma called from the door of the apartment. Well that was fast.

"In the bedroom." Amelia called back. Her gun was finally lowered.

Emma came into the room with David behind her. They both surveyed the damage.

"Amelia, I am so sorry. Any idea what they were looking for?" Emma asked.

"No, I don't own valuable stuff. My jewelry I wear; my daggers are on me." Amelia tried to think. She didn't have anything someone would want.

"Well, whoever it was, they were looking for something." David reasoned.

"You want a hand cleaning up? Maybe putting everything away would help you figure out what is missing, if anything." Emma offered.

Amelia shook her head. "No thanks, Neal should be home soon."

Umm, someone broke into her apartment. This is not good, was anything taken? So many questions.

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