Prompt: Henry has a nightmare and Snow comforts him. Snow/Henry fluff. (set after 2x09)

1. Nightmare

Snow jumped, her emerald green eyes bursting open. Her bedroom was dark, the only light coming from the distant glow from what she could only determine was the kitchen. She sat up slowly, trying carefully not to wake up her husband, who's soft snores were still drifting around her make-shift room. She squinted into the darkness as she heard the small 'bop' of the kettle, and the opening of the fridge, and after a moment or two, she knew who was in the kitchen; Henry. She could tell by the soft pitter-patter of footprints that only belonged to her Grandson, the sound much too soft for her grown-up daughter, who was the only other person it could have been. Emma probably would have made a loud crash by that time, but Henry, sweet Henry, was trained in the art of sneaking around; he probably got that from her.

Snow gently peeled Charming's arm from around her, slipping out of his embrace. For a moment or two, she thought he had woken up, due to the tiny moan that escaped his lips, but soon it was made clear that he was still asleep, and his snores continued. She couldn't help but place a delicate kiss on his cheek, before she pulled on her slippers, and carefully slipped out of the curtains.

Just as she had guessed, Henry was leaning against the kitchen counter, waiting patiently as the water boiled in the kettle; he hadn't noticed her, his eyes watching the kettle intently, waiting. Judging by the milk, chocolate powder and cinammon, Henry was making himself a hot chocolate.

"You alright?" Snow whispered, as she tiptoed towards him, aware of the two sleeping beauty's in the apartment (neither one being Aurora).

Henry turned quickly, startled, his eyes widening at the look of her.

"I-I didn't mean to wake you up, sorry," he said to her quietly, a few moments later. She had reached him by then, and was leaning against the counter beside him. "I thought I was being quiet enough."

Snow chuckled slighty. "You were perfectly quiet," she told him, giving him a nod. "But you're forgetting that I lived in hiding for a while back in the Enchanted Forest; I'm always alert."

Henry grinned at that, just like he always did whenever anyone made a refernce to their lives before the curse; she knew it meant a lot to him that he had been right about the whole thing. Not that he had ever doubted himself, but she understood how with everyone doubting him that it was slightly difficult for him.

"Fair enough," he replied. "I can live with that."

Snow smiled at him, before turning around and looking at the ingredients for hot chocolate on the counter. "So, do I have to question you on your late night snacks or are you going to tell me?"

Henry raised an eyebrow. "A hot chocolate is hardly a snack, I'm not eating it."

This time it was Snow who raised an eyebrow.

Henry sighed, a sigh that had half a yawn entwined in it, which made it sound awfully strange, but neither one of them commented on it. Instead, Snow reached over and got herself out a mug, and then set to work on making them both hot chocolates; the water had finished boiling. She added a dash of cinnamon for each of them, a little more for Henry (he couldn't get enough of the stuff), before she carried both mugs over to the couch, setting them down on the table in front of it.

She dropped down onto the couch, and Henry sat down beside her, biting his lip. She didn't say anything else, not wanting to push him into telling her anything (she knew that wasn't the answer), but instead she leaned over and took a sip of the sweet flavoured drink and waited for him to start. Eventually, he opened his mouth and spoke.

"I had a nightmare."

The words came out quick and soft, the sound of his voice barely making it's way to Snow's ear.

"A nightmare?" She asked, a frown growing on her face. "What was it?- the burning roo-"

"No," Henry interrupted quickly. He took a sip of his own drink. "It was.. something different. That's what made it worse. I'm used to the burning room, that doesn't.. bother me as much."

His face had paled slightly, and she reached over and took his small hand in her own. "What happened?"

Henry swallowed, shutting his eyes for a moment or two, before opening them and turning to look at her. "It was about you. And my Mom. Emma, I mean."

Snow's gaze softened. She gently stroked the back of his hand with the pad of her thumb.

"You.. You died. You tried to come through the portal, and Rumpelstilskin and my Mom, Regina, they.. they stopped you from coming back, and you both died, and it was, it was horrible."

He closed his eyes, and Snow pulled him into her, wrapping her arms around him. His head fell to her chest, and she felt a few tears leak onto her pajama top.

"Gramps, he, he didn't wake up. He couldn't wake up. My Mom, my Gramps, and you Grams, you were all gone, I had lost all of you. I had just found you, and then you were gone, snatched away from me, and it was evil, twisted."

His voice was muffled against her top, his eyes still closed. Her hand was gently stroking his hair, and she found herself rocking backwards and forwards with him.

"We're all here Henry," she murmured, kissing the top of his head. "Your Mom, she didn't die, nor did I, nor did your Grandfather. You can't get rid of us that easily."

She felt Henry's laugh against her chest, and he pulled away; his face was slightly tear-stained, and she wiped away the remainder of his tears with her finger. He settled back into her arms, his head against her chest once more, and she tightened her hold on him.

"Henry, do you want to know why we are all still alive?"

"Why?" He asked quietly, his eyes shifting up to her face.

"Because we have hope," she replied, smiling slightly. "Hope is the only thing stronger than fear, believing in something, having faith that life will work out for the best, that we will survive, it's the only magic we need. You had faith that we would find a way back, and look, we did."

"But sometimes, the good guys die," Henry told her honestly. "Graham, Daniel.. They died, and that's what I'm scared of; I don't want to lose you."

"You can't lose me," Snow whispered, a tear somehow finding it's way down her cheek. "I am always going to be with you, no matter what."

"You can't promise that," Henry said quietly. "You can't promise me that you're always going to be with me."

"I beg to differ."

"How?" Henry asked, frowning slightly. "How?"

"Because, even if you lose me, I'm going to stay with you," Snow said to him. "For I will always be in here." She placed her hand against his beating heart, and a look of relization struck upon his face.

"If you love someone, they will always be in here," she said. "You can't lose that."

"I love you, Grams," he whispered, and he nestled closer to her.

"I love you too," Snow replied, kissing his head. "Now come on, take your hot chocolate up, and go to sleep."

"Thanks," Henry said. He gave her one last quick squeeze, before he stood up, and picked up his mug of hot chocolate. She watched him as he walked quietly towards the stairs, and watched him as he walked up. He got to the top step and paused, twisting around. "Night Grams."

"Night Henry," she whispered.

He disappeared, and she sighed before standing up herself. She picked up her mug of hot chocolate, and carried it over to the sink, leaning against the counter as she finished it. She drank the lost drop, the sweet liquid warm on her lips, before placing the mug in the sink.

Slowly, she walked over to the lamp and flicked it off, before tiptoeing towards her room. When she was a few inches away from the curtains, they opened revealing Charming, a sigh escaping his lips as her saw her.

"Hey," he murmured, pulling her into his arms; her head fell against his bare chest. "Where'd you go? You had me worried."

"Henry had a nightmare," she replied, closing her eyes, nestling closer to him. "I just.. talked to him for a few minutes."

"Burning room?" Charming asked, his voice filled with concern.

"No, it was something different," she mumbled, yawning slighty. "I think he's alright now."

"Good," Charming said, kissing her hair. "He loves you."

"Mmph," she replied, falling half asleep on her husband. Charming chucked, pulling her into his arms, carrying her through the curtains and towards their bed bridal style, her head resting comfortably against his neck.

He dropped her on their bed, pulling her slippers off, and wrapping her up in blankets, before climbing in, and nuzzling close to her.

Hi. This is going to be a multi-chap story with short oneshots/drabbles of Snowing and the Charming Family. I am going to be writing oneshots/drabbles based on prompts, so please, feel free to leave any! They can be one word, a sentence, a short summary, a character, etc. This first prompt was offered up by my friend, so yay (: