The light that will keep you safe

Post 2x06. Emma had had her bad share of nightmares but this time there was a light keeping her safe.

So after 2x06 and the story about Charming lighting a candle for Snow to chase away the nightmares, I couldn't help myself to make an Emma/Charming, family fluff with this line. Might be a second chapter later

Emma might seem a bit out of character, or maybe not. I am not sure…

As always, mistakes are mine...

It had been horrible. There was blood everywhere. The corpses of people she had now come to love. David and Snow. Henry. Even Neal even though she had thought she had long forgotten about him. All were dead.

She did not scream. And if she did she didn't even realize she had, but her parents were staring at her. Henry was shaking her so she would wake up "Mom? Are you okay?"

Emma gasped "I'm fine" her mother smiled at her but Charming seemed distraught. He had now noticed how Emma and Snow shared their own language. Much to the one he now he constantly shared with his grandson. "Bad dream". Henry turned to Charming. "I know what might help!" Henry jumped out of bed and headed to the kitchen, opening the fridge. Charming smiled as he saw him carrying the glass of milk over to the nightstand besides Emma. She shivered at the thought of who had done that for her when she was younger. It started with… she didn't want to think about him. Not the man who had abandoned her and Henry to their luck. The man that promised her they would always be together. Maybe that was why she had a hard time trusting her father, she of course had embraced him as for who he was but their relationship was stranded and she knew it hurt her father that she couldn't be honest or open to him as she was to his wife. He understood of course.

"It'll make you feel better." Henry smiled handing her the glass. "Drink it slowly" Emma smiled and took small sips. Snow turned to Charming who was still standing far away.

"Hang on" her mother said "I think your father might have just the thing…" She trailed off and shared a knowing look with Charming. He was hesitant at first but then nodded, stepping slowly into the room; he picked up the candle and a match.

"It's not as good as Henry's idea but" Charming smiled at his daughter. Emma ceased an eyebrow.

"A candle?" She asked. "How does that help?"

"It works every time." Snow smiled up at Emma "Trust me."

"Yeah it really does. I used to have nightmares while you guys were gone and Gramps made it all better afterwards" Henry beamed at her.

"There." Charming smiled and placed the candle back in place. "Now you just need to close your eyes"

"Do you want to tell us what you saw?" Snow asked Emma after a moment. She knew Charming was a bit worried about his relationship with Emma.

"I don't think I can" Emma said. "I don't want to cause you guys' nightmares." The others smiled reassuringly

"It will help you fall back to sleep." Her father said crouching down on Henry's side of the bed.

"I saw death." Emma told them, scanning each of them in the eye. "All of you…"

"Hey." Snow said. "We are not going anywhere"

"I know…" Emma smiled. "Hey it was just a bad dream, right?" Henry smiled at her and then at his grandparents.

"Right" Snow said touching her cheek slowly. "Now we all should try and get some sleep" Emma nodded and covered herself and Henry with the covers, she finished the glass of milk and placed back on the nightstand. "Good night"

"Night Gramps." Henry smiled when Charming brushed his head softly. Emma watched the easy interaction between Henry and her father. He smiled up at her and took her hand gently, he squeezed it gently and then let go. That was enough for now.

"Sleep tight." Charming told them both. Emma smiled.

"We love you" Snow brushed Emma's cheek and covered them back up with the quilt making sure they were tucked in.

"Love you too" Henry smiled and turned to his side. Emma did the same and listened to her parent's steps back up. She lay there. Looking at the ceiling. Her father really did live up to his name. She would forever be grateful to her dad for taking care of Henry. Keeping him safe. She turned at the live flame burning.

And for the first time in a long time she slept.

There! How did I do? I think I kind of love Henry's dad now... I will be sure writing some stories... yes, the inspiration bug... Now I see why Emma is so hurt, and then... It was all August's fault... well I so want Neal and Emma to make up! It can still happen right?

I loved the fact that Emma just hugged her mom when she was down. Awww

anyways... enough... Thanks for reading.

Would love some reviews if you get the chance :)