Amelia Bones

“Trained me,” he scoffed, “please.”

“I totally did! If you didn’t have me growing up how would you have learned to convince Ed of anything?”

Glenda pressed her lips together, trying to keep her own emotions at bay. But there was so much she felt about the situation and it was all so complicated, and she felt like it shouldn’t have been, and that was what she really hated. “I didn’t tell you what I told you to start an argument, you know,” she said quietly. “I thought you would think it was a good thing, and – honestly, I thought you already knew.”

“I know, I know you didn’t, and I didn’t mean to start one in response, but I did.” She took a deep breath, glancing up at the ceiling and pulling the strand of hair tighter within her fingers. “I guess I did, but didn’t want to. But hearing you say it made me jump onto the defense. And...” Amelia took another deep breath, steeling herself, “I can’t change how I feel about him overnight, but for you, I’m willing to give Thorfinn a chance. I’m going to try. Because I miss my best friend.”

“Remind him that you’re much better at you’re job when you’re not overworked.”

“Such a good older brother,” Amelia clapped with a laugh, “I’ve trained you well.”

“I miss you too, Aims,” Glenda said quietly, looking over at her, not really knowing what to say for a moment. Their argument had been hard, and while she hated fighting with her, she’d also known it was something that she hadn’t been able to budge on first. “Which part are you sorry for exactly?”

Hearing Glenda’s admission of missing her as well, made Amelia tear up without meaning to. “Shit, sorry,” she murmured, wiping her eyes on her sleeve before turning back to Glenda. “I’m sorry for hurting you and being so goddamn stubborn. My whole deal was to stop you from getting hurt and I did that. And I’m so sorry about it.”

“My parents came too, I wasn’t on my own,” he shrugged. He nodded, glancing around the room again. “I’m okay. I’m more worried about the others.”

“I’m glad they were with you. I can’t imagine how they’re doing...” Amelia smiled with tight lips, leaning her head on his shoulder. “I know you are, which is why it’s my job to look after you.”

“Oh, definitely good cop, you can’t go in too aggressively at first.”

“Good choice, I knew I could trust your interrogation techniques. And when he says I’m too big of an asset to let off for a week, you...?”

James nodded, looking around the room before back at Amelia. “Yeah, they practically made me anyway. Said it would be weird if I wasn’t one of the first here,” he muttered quietly to her.

“I’m glad you were able to make it here early,” Amelia said, taking her free arm and rubbing James’s arm gently. “Are you alright?”

She nodded, wanting to say how it had been after finding out about Peter, but feeling like she couldn’t do so without mentioning who exactly had helped her deal with that. “It’s Peter’s memorial,” she scoffed, giving Amelia a look, “And we’re early, and it’s horrid. It’s as good as time as any to say whatever you’re thinking.”

Amelia twisted her hair between her fingers, unsure of how to proceed. “Okay. I miss you. A lot. And I know it’s been fucked up for the last few months and...” She took a deep breath, “and I know it’s my fault. So, I’m sorry.”

“Try not to,” he gave her a small smile, squeezing her hand.

“Just for you,” she squeezed back. “Were you able to get off early to make it here?”

“Because you love me.”

“That’s not fair,” Lex pouted jokingly, “you can’t break out the wink and the love card.”

“Um, nothing right after,” she said, rubbing under her jaw as she usually did when feeling awkward. “Thorfinn’s going to come over after he gets out of work, but that’s not for a while.”

“I see. Glad you’ll be with someone when all this is over.” Amelia was quiet for a few moments before James’s words popped back into her head. “Listen Glen I--” she stopped herself, “nevermind, this isn’t a good time.”

“I think I could handle the minister,” he scoffed, “and certainly when it comes to you.”

“Oh you totally could. But I feel like we’d need to cement your game plan before you storm his office. Are you going in as good cop or bad cop?”

“Late,” James shrugged lightly. “But everyone knows you couldn’t help it.”

Amelia leaned over and pecked him quickly on the lips before sitting beside him, holding onto his hand. “It doesn’t stop me from feeling bad about it.”

“Please,” he hummed, “I do need to be fed at some point, though – I hope you realize that.” Silas nodded. “I’m more than happy to. Personally, I think they’re overworking you.”

“Don’t worry, I know better than to let you get hungry, Merlin knows that can get scary,” Amelia laughed. She grinned at her brother, sighing as she sat back up. “Maybe, but at least I’m busy. I don’t handle getting bored easily. But if you wanted to take on the minister I’d be all for it.”