This idea popped into my head while watching a Captain Charming BROTP vid, and I had to write it! I also posted this on my Tumblr account, Seriously-Guys-Captain-Swan (A mainly SC OUAT blog) -What I'm not blatantly plugging my blog who said that-
Snow and Charming sat together at a little table in Granny's diner, munching on some pie and grilled cheese. They had just recently gotten back from Neverland, and now that Henry was safe, they had decided to take everyone out to lunch, on them. It was wonderful to be eating something other than pig or random hopefully edible plants.
Snow and Charming were talking about how nice it was to be home, or, to be more specific, how much Mary-Margaret's feet hurt, when David noticed Mary-Margaret's attention diverting past him, towards the bar. Curious, David turned around, and saw what she was staring at. Neal and Emma were sitting next to each other, heads bowed in a quiet conversation. He couldn't tell what they were talking about from where he was sitting, but based on their body language it was probably something serious. Neal took Emma's hand, and said something to her, making her raise her eyebrows.
A happy sigh brought David's attention back to his wife. She was smiling at the pair, though they were oblivious.
"I'm so glad they're getting along. I was worried Emma would never reconcile with him. Then again, true love always finds a way." She sighed dreamily again, leaning her head on her hand. David raised his eyebrows at her.
"You think Neal is her true love?" He asked suspiciously.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" She asked, looking at him with confusion.
"I'm not sure I totally agree with you, Snow."
"What?" She asked, sitting up strait. "Why not?"
Charming shrugged, and looked over at Mary-Margaret's plate. "You going to finish that?" He said, motioning to her pie. She pushed it towards him, looking him over calculatingly as her dug into her desert.
"If you don't think Neal is Emma's true love," She said slowly, "Then who is?"
As if on cue, the bell over the door to the diner rang out and a dark figure stepped through the threshold. Both Charming and Snow turned their attention to Hook as he looked around the lively room, eyes landing briefly on the two royals. Charming gave him a sharp nod of acknowledgement, causeing Hook to grin and nod back before he continued to scan the room. His eyes landed on Emma, and his face instantly softened, and he made his way over to her.
Snow narrowed her eyes at her husband as he watched the pirate with appreciative eyes.
"Hook?" She whispered incredulously. Charming turned his attention back to her, cocking his head to the side.
"What? He's an honorable man." He said with a dismissive shrug.
"No- He's a pirate." Snow said in a low voice.
"And Neal's a thief." Charming retorted.
"But- Neal is Henry's father. Plus Emma's already said she loved him." Snow said, crossing her arms over her chest. David just shrugged again.
"And Hook basically said he loved Emma."
"You're just on his side because he saved your life." Snow huffed angrily.
"That might have a little to do with it, but it's not just that. He's a good man, Mary-Margaret."
There was a sound of bar-stools scratching against the tile causing the couple to look up from their heated conversation. Emma was pulling on her coat, as was Neal, and hook was staring at them both with an expression of interest a few stools down. Emma hurriedly exited the diner, Neal hot on her heals.
Snow looked at Charming with a smug expression, and he rolled his eyes.
"Look that doesn't mean-"
Another bar-stool screeched on the floor, this time it was Hook who was standing, throwing some gold coins on the table and quickly left the diner, the bell on the door ringing angrily after him.
The two looked at each other with raised eyebrows, before Charming got a contemplative look on his face.
"…What?" Snow asked suspiciously, afraid of what he was thinking.
"How about a little bet?" He said, a confident grin blooming on his face.
"What kind of a bet?"
"If Emma chooses Neal, I'll give you all the foot massages you want for a week." He said decisively, looking at her evenly. "…But if she chooses Hook-"
He thought about it for a little bit. There wasn't anything he particularly wanted. Well, actually, there was one thing. "You bake me three apple pies."
Mary-Margaret furrowed her brow. "Why three?"
"I am a man, Mary-Margaret. One pie just doesn't do it for me."
Snow rolled her eyes, then sighed. "Fine. Not like it matters anyways. Neal is definitely going to win."
"Mhmm, sure. Hey, Red!" Charming called, shortly followed by the appearance of said waitress.
"Yeah, David? What can I help you with?" She asked, getting out her notepad and pencil.
"Could you get us out usual drinks? Oh- and some more of that pumpkin pie."
Charming and Snow came home an hour and a half later, Snow leaning on his shoulder tiredly as the made their way up the stairs to their apartment.
"I cannot wait to get off of these feet. Those massages are gonna feel so good." She groaned.
"Not as good as my pie." David smirked. Snow just ignored him and took off her shoes, holding them in her right hand as they stood outside the door of their apartment. David went to open the door, but then paused when he heard a giggle from inside. The two instantly looked at each other. It sounded like Emma. Emma never giggled. They could also hear soft murmurings of a quiet, distinctively male voice.
Then it was quiet again. With a little apprehensiveness and extreme curiosity, Charming threw open the door with a flourish, and took in the scene before him, Mary-Margaret gasping behind him. Standing in the middle of the room were Emma and Hook, in each other's arms…sucking face. David coughed loudly, causing the pair to split apart, startled and a little disoriented. Hook actually had to untangle his fingers from her hair, and Charming nearly seethed inside. Sure, he liked him, but he still hated the thought of anyone touching his daughter.
A very put out Snow was looking disapprovingly between Emma and Hook, as Emma tried to explain the situation.
"Oh!- uh, h-hi guys. We- uh, I didn't think that you would be home so… We weren't doing anything-I was just… and Killian-"
"Killian?" Snow hissed under her breath.
"-Was just leaving!" Hook ended, his face still looking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie-jar, before making a b-line for the door. Charming stopped him with a hand on his chest, and Hook swallowed, just about fearing for his life. Then David gave him one of his famous "Charming Smiles," before shooting a "I-told-you-so" look at Mary-Margaret who had her arms crossed and her lips pursed in a pout.
"No, no, please- stay. Tell me, Captain. Do you like apple pie?"
I think I'm going to do a second chapter of this, but from Emma's point of view. What do you think?