Hi! I'm Rissa, and this is my story! I love OUAT, especially Charming Family feels. So here we are, I hope you enjoy it! Please, please, PLEASE review! :)

P.S. I am a very slow updater.

P.P.S. Updated on 5/28/15

Disclaimer: As much as I wish I did, I don't own Once Upon A Time.


"C'mon, Emma!" Henry begged. "You and Mary Margaret and David need some time to get to know each other."

In the last few days Henry had become convinced (by who knows what) that Emma needed some time with her parents to "get to know each other." And apparently they couldn't do that when he was still there. Emma and Henry were both equally stubborn on the subject and by the looks of it had just started another round.

"But Kid! we've been through this!" Exasperated, Emma threw down her arms, palms up, and continued. "I already know them, and they know me! I've lived with Mary Margaret for months!" She gestured around the apartment.

"But you haven't had a chance to get to know each other since the curse broke." Henry made his point again.

"Where would you even go?" Emma asked.

David and Mary Margaret had been watching this whole exchange with amused expression, and David was about to cut in, but Mary Margaret beat him to it.

"I bet Granny and Ruby would be glad to have you!" Mary Margaret offered a bit too eagerly.

Emma looked from Henry to Mary Margaret and David, and then back to Henry. "Go get your stuff." She wearily waved a hand toward the loft.

"Yes!" Henry did a fist pump, then ran up to the loft then ran right back down with what appeared to be a full duffel bag. "What?" He looked at their surprised faces. "I never unpacked from when I came here with David."

"Alright, Kid, let's go." Emma started walking toward the door.

"I'll call Ruby so she and Granny know to expect you." Mary Margaret was already picking her phone.

Emma had the feeling that Mary Margaret would want to talk about, well, feelings. Emma neither liked nor was good at heart to hearts, so she decided to stall.

"It really is a beautiful day! Emma glanced out the window. "I think we'll walk and maybe grab an ice cream cone on the way." Henry's face lit up. Emma smiled. "I'll be back in half an hour."

"That's fine." David leaned against the counter. "Have fun!"

"Be careful!" Mary Margaret chimed in hurriedly.

Emma gave her a look before both she and Henry waved, then walked (or in Henry's case ran) out the door.


After she dropped Henry off (Ruby and Granny were more than happy to have him) Emma began to walk back to the apartment where she knew her parents would be waiting for her. She couldn't decide whether to pick up her pace or drag her feet. Part of her wanted to run home to talk to her parents. (Of course, she had been stuck with her mother when they were in the enchanted forest, but they were a little too busy at the the time to stop and talk about feelings.)

Another part of her wanted to turn around and bolt in the other direction, knowing that David and Mary Margaret, mostly Mary Margaret, would want to talk about her past. Frankly, it scared her. She scoffed. Emma Swan, the Saviour, the sheriff, the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, scared. But she was scared. Terrified, even. What if as David and Mary Margaret got to know her better, and decided that she was too broken for them?

She needed a few more minutes to think. Emma took a quick detour through the park and sat down on a bench. She figured that if she was going to be late she should at least let her parents know. She picked up her phone to text Mary Margaret.

Running a little late. I'll be home in about 10 minutes. Thx.

In less than a minute Emma got her reply.

Thats fine. See you soon. :)

Emma put her head in her hands, and a few of her blond tresses fell into her face.

"What am I going to do?" She wondered aloud.

Suddenly a rough hand pulled her up from the bench, and what felt to be a sharp blade was pressed into her neck, right below her chin.

"I'll tell you what you're gonna do." a gruff voice ordered. " I know that you and David-" He spat the name. "are thick as thieves, and I just thought I would send him a little...message." The mysterious man pressed his knife harder into Emma's neck. She closed her eyes and swallowed, trying to block out the pain. "Now here's the part where I tell you what you're gonna do." He continued menacingly.

"O-Ok." Emma stammered.

"I'm going to handcuff you to this bench, and when your precious David comes and finds you, you tell him that I'm coming for you. All of you. Even your perfect little Henry."

Emma could practically hear the smirk on his face, and if she weren't so enraged at him, she might have laughed at how cliché this whole thing was. The figure withdrew the knife from her neck, presumably to reach for handcuffs, and Emma cringed when she felt some blood trickle down her neck. She took advantage of his distraction, and quickly swung around and punched him in the face. Hard.

"Oomph!"

She smiled when she saw him hit the ground, moaning in pain, but not unconscious. Well, she would fix that. Another painful punch to the face, and he was out cold. She took the handcuffs from his belt and used them to handcuff him to the bench. Oh the irony.

"That was way too easy!" Emma looked down at the man. "I suppose I'm going to need some help getting him to the station." She sighed, then picked up her phone. She really didn't want to make this call but it seemed as though she didn't have a choice.

"Hello, David? Could you please come down to the park?"