A/N: So I'm trying something new out, I hope you guys like it (this has been a touchy subject in our fandom). I'm currently working on chapter 2 so this will probably be a series but I am very bad at writing (especially finishing stories) so no promises. Also I will take requests just no smut
This is a one-shot set in the pilot with Cursed!Hook
"And the Sleeping Beauty awakens." A British accent sounded from her right. Emma focused on the wave pool of pain in her head as she swung her legs to the side and struggled to sit up. How does one drink cause such a hangover?
She opened her eyes and realised she was in an all too familiar setting. It had bars, but it wasn't quite as cold as a jail. Must be the town's sheriff station. How do small towns always feel much warmer than the big cities?
"What are you looking at, sister?" Ok. Maybe not so warm. A more grisly voice said from near the first. She realised she'd inadvertently been staring at the man in the cell opposite to her.
"Be kind, Leroy. She's the first tourist we've had in years." The first voice now had a face. A dark-haired woman in her early thirties, dressed in a slightly rumpled party dress. "Got a name, lass?" Is she flirting with me?
"Keira, you'll scare her as much by flirting as Leroy will by being… Leroy." Leroy made a noise of protest. The second man gave off a fatherly vibe. "So you are eh, Henry's mother." The woman, Keira seemed to perk up at the mention of the boy's name. "How lovely for him to have you back in his life."
"Actually, I was just dropping him off." Keira looked disgusted at her comment. Emma immediately became defensive. "What?" She simply shook her head.
"Don't blame ya. They're all brats; who needs 'em." Leroy grumbled receiving a prompt whack on the head from his cell mate.
"Leroy" The old man admonished. "I would've given anything to have a kid. My wife and I, we tried but… no luck."
"You see, love? Some people value their children." Emma was absolutely over the other woman's attitude.
"You got a problem?"
"Yes, now that you mention it. You're leaving after less than a day?" Emma nodded like it was the obvious choice. "Listen sweetheart," she could tell that the pet name was only a force of habit and not a reflection of Keira's opinion of her, "leaving Henry like this, right after he found you. That's cruel. I hate to be so blunt, but it's true. Ask anyone in town and they'll agree." Marco was becoming more and more uncomfortable with Keira's rude behaviour, but he dared not get in the middle of it. Even if she was behind bars.
"Ever heard the expression: it takes a village to raise a child? Some of us who aren't afraid of Regina actually try to call her out on her bull-"
"Now, now Keira," the three prisoners turned towards the voice of their quaint little hamlet's sheriff. Marco breathed out a relieved sigh, "wouldn't want me to extend your stay in that cell, now would you?"