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So is everyone safe? Maybe.

Amelia Hunter slowly opened her eyes; she was on the floor of the Storybrooke library. She was home, someone had saved them. It had to have been Emma. The Savior always came through.

Neal…

She bolted off of the floor, where was he?

"Amelia?" She heard her name a few feet away. She turned around and saw Neal standing there. No more words were needed. Amelia ran to him, throwing her arms around him. Neal picked her up, her legs wrapped instantly around his waist. They didn't kiss, they just held on each other like their lives depended on it.

Then Neal's knees buckled and he fell into a chair that just seemed to appear behind him. He loved her, all of her. Her sense of pride, her strength, her snarky ways, her protectiveness, her magic, the way she loved him. And he knew she fully returned his feelings.

"It's you, it's always been you." Now she began to whisper in his ear and kept repeating it over and over. Her voice was broken sobs. Her face was buried in his neck. Neal just rocked her until she stopped shaking.

It took a few minutes but she did draw her face up to meet his. He wiped the tears from her face. "It's always been you. In any messed up version of reality or drug induced dream or any place or time. It will always be you." She smiled down at him.

"I love you so much, maybe more than words alone can say." Neal whispered back. He then looked down at her currently flat stomach. "You looked beautiful." His hand rested protectively there.

"I felt like a fat whale." Amelia did like the idea of having a child, but the idea of being big when she wasn't with her True Love wasn't right.

"You were beautiful, just like in my dreams." And Neal finally drew her in for a much needed kiss.

Amelia just enjoyed the moment then slightly pulled back. "I don't want to wait. I want to get married sooner rather than later. Before something else horrible happens. I have had drug induced dreams and alternate realities where I'm married to someone else and have their children. I want it, need it to be you."

Neal smiled. "Why does it take almost losing each other to make big decisions?"

"Because I am crazy." Neal nodded in agreement and received a light tap on the arm. "I want the ceremony at the convent with all our family and friends then the party at banquet hall. Marian and Jordan as my bridal party…"

"Along with Nathan and Henry. Color scheme?" Neal chimed in.

"Navy, of course."

"Who's walking you down the aisle?"

"Michael. How is that even a question? Of course I would really want Derek, but that is not happening."

"Michael would be honored. Are you taking my name?"

Amelia looked at him thoughtful. She hadn't really thought about it. "Yes, I guess so. I don't have any personal connection to Hunter. Where did you come up with the name Cassidy anyway?"

Neal looked slightly guilty. "Neal Cassidy was a major figure of the beat generation in the 1960s. And he was a thief at one point in his life."

"Well. After hearing that… I'm sticking with Hunter." Amelia said getting out of his lap, she was somehow able to keep a straight face. Neal reacted instantly, grabbing her, kissing her neck enough to make her moan softly. "Great, I go from a hunter to a thief."

"You love this thief though." He whispered.

"Yes, I do." Amelia responded, planting a passionate kiss on his lips.

Amelia and Neal walked into Granny's twenty minutes later to see their friends and family. Granny's seemed to have become the place to gather after defeating the most recent villain.

Amelia spotted Henry first, he was who she had to talk to the most. He knew this and met her halfway. She pulled him into a tight hug. "You were right; content is not the same as happy. You're very smart, you know that?" She whispered.

"Thanks, I get that a lot." He smiled even after she kissed his head.

Then they rejoined the group. "Now that we are all back to normal, Amelia what were you in the messed version?" Emma asked, who was cuddled under Killian's arm. She had never looked so peaceful.

"I was married, barefoot and pregnant with my third child…" Amelia answered.

"That doesn't sound horrible. I was a horrible person…" Mary Margaret began to say.

"I wasn't the father." Neal cut in.

"Oh." Mary Margaret understood.

"Who was the father then?" Killian asked curiously.

"Benjamin." Amelia named her very first love. "Emma, where were you all this craziness?"

"I was locked up in a tower but unlike everyone one, I remembered everything. Henry and Killian had to break me out…"

"Killian was sad." Henry said.

"Sad? What do you mean?" Neal asked.

"I was a deckhand for Black Beard's crew. A coward and wouldn't pick up a sword. Also, I was allergic to rum." Killian answered his question. Amelia bit back a laugh.

Emma got back to her story. "We had to find Regina. My parents were no help, especially after Dad killed Killian for protecting me…"

It was a good thing that Amelia wasn't drinking at the moment, she would have spit it all out. "David killed him?"

"I said I was sorry." David looked guilty.

"I plan on hanging this over his head for the rest of his life." Killian said jokingly. At least he could laugh about it now.

"So how did you save us this time, Savior?" Amelia asked. She used Emma's title not as a joke but in complete respect.

"I didn't do much this time. It was more Henry than anyone. He's the author now. Henry undid everything Isaac wrote for us." Emma said her arm around her son, her hero.

Amelia looked at Henry, feeling very proud. Of course he was a hero, look at his whole family. "Wait, where is Isaac?"

"We caught him trying to fleeing the town. He's now in the cell in the basement of the hospital. We don't expect him to get many visitors." David told them, Mary Margaret nodded next to him.

"It took you two long enough to get here." Regina observed.

"We were wedding planning; you are all invited." Amelia said honestly. Never in a million years would she think she would be inviting Snow White, Prince Charming, the Evil Queen and Captain Hook to her wedding. Actually, she never thought she would have a wedding.

"I would be highly insulted if we weren't." David said.

Not much later, they were snuggled in a booth with a plate of French fries. Amelia wouldn't let Neal out of arm's reach, she couldn't lose him again. He held a French fry to her lips.

"I'm not eating for two anymore. You can calm down." But she did eat it. Then something from their alternate chapter came back to her. "You flirted with a married woman." She teased him.

"A married woman who is my True Love. Even though neither of us knew it, I had a feeling. I am not some people." Neal's hand tightened around her waist.

"No, you are certainly not." Amelia turned her head and gently kissed his cheek.

"So small or big wedding?" Neal asked.

"Well, I would like to invite all of our family and friends…" Amelia began to say.

"Big, because that is about half the town…" Neal responded. He would have said more if the door to the diner hadn't flung open.

"Rumple is dying!" Belle ran into the diner completely out of breath. Neal moved in the booth. He had no idea what to do, but there had to be something. When no one else seemed to move, she yelled. "You have to do something! You can't just let him die!"

"That's beyond my skills." Regina shook her head. As much as she hated Gold, he was her son's grandfather.

"We need someone more powerful, like the apprentice." Emma said thoughtfully.

Amelia bit the bullet and decided to be the bigger person. "I know where he lives. Meet you at the pawn shop?"

Belle nodded and everyone took off in the direction of the pawn shop. Amelia, on the other hand, went off elsewhere.

A few feet away, the group heard her say, "Why am I walking?" And Amelia disappeared into a puff of yellow smoke.

"Okay, now she is just showing off." Neal said under his breath.

I know, we can't just let Gold die. He's family.

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