Summary: What if Geppetto didn't send Pinocchio into the wardrobe before baby Emma? What if he decided to sacrifice his feelings and not go along with the plan? What if Charming went with his daughter instead. This is my take on what would have happened!
Charming looked down at the baby in his arms and then looked at the baby's mother and the love of his life, watching them from the bed, silently crying.
"Find me..." Snow whispered sadly.
"I'll always find you." Charming whispered back and placed his hand on his heart, then drew his sword.
"Goodbye Emma..." Snow whispered, just as Charming left out of the room with their baby girl, going into the most important battle of his life...
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Charming held onto the baby for dear life as his stomach twist and turned, the wardrobe taking them to the safer land. He gasped and held on to Emma tighter, if possible, as the wardrobe came to a sudden stop and Charming dropped on the green ground.
He breathed deeply and looked down at Emma to see if she was alright, the baby was sleeping peacefully in his arms. Charming breathed a sigh of relief and just after he felt a sharp pain in his stomach and blacked out...
Charming awoke to find himself lying on his back, staring at a white ceiling. He tried to sit up only to find himself strapped to these tubes, Charming tugged at the tubes forcefully, growing confused as he tried to get the tubes off.
He clenched his teeth and tore one tube out of his arm, wincing slightly. Just then a lady that looked like a nurse came in, Charming tensed up and reached for his sword, only to find that he didn't have it.
"Sir I need you to calm down." The nurse said, trying to calm Charming down.
"Where is she?" Charming croaked out, realizing that his baby girl wasn't in his arms anymore, he began to panic. "Emma! Where is she?! Where is Emma!" He tore off the wires and the nurse forcefully with surprising strength held him down. "Let me go, Emma!"
"Sir, sir! Your baby is fine, she's alright! She's in the nursery." The nurse said.
Charming calmed down a bit. "Bring her to me." He ordered.
"I'm afraid I can't right now sir."
"Bring her to me!" Charming demanded.
The nurse sighed, realizing she had to put on her commanding voice. "Sir." She said firmly, "I can't bring your baby in here, she can't be exposed to this. She needs to stay in the nursery because she's a newborn." Charming sighed, "Now, where is her mother?"
Charming got a flash of sadness in his eyes, and the nurse felt a ting of guilt. "Her mother... she's dead." That was the best answer he could give to this woman, considering he didn't know who she was.
"Oh... well I'm sorry to hear that." The nurse wrote something on her paper. "Sir what's your name?"
"David... my name is David." Charming answered quietly.
"And your last name?" The nurse asked.
"Ah... Nolan..." That sounded like a last name right?
"And your daughter's name?"
"Emma, her name is Emma... when can I see her?" Charming asked, his mind going back to his daughter.
"Um... well let me ask the doctor and let him take a look a you, in the meantime, don't pull any more of those IV plugs out of you." The nurse said firmly, and Charming slowly nodded.
He watched as the nurse left and waited impatiently for her return, he needed to see Emma, sure the nurse said she was fine, but he needed to see for himself.
He watched as the nurse came back in with a man, he assumed this was the doctor.
"Well Hello David, I'm Dr. Green." The doctor said and Charming only nodded.
"When can I see Emma?" Charming asked.
The doctor chuckled and Charming couldn't help but scowl at that.
"Well, that cut on your stomach, do you know how you got that?" Dr. Green asked.
"No. I don't remember." Charming lied.
The doctor nodded. "Well you can see your daughter now if you want-"
"Of course I want to." Charming said firmly.
"-But, you have the nurse has to take you in a wheelchair." The doctor said. Charming nodded eagerly, anything to see his daughter.
The nurse helped Charming out of the bed, and he didn't realize what part of his body really hurt until he stood up, the king hissed in pain.
"Ah..." The doctor nodded as if he was waiting for that, he wrote a few things down. "I'm going to put you in physical therapy."
Charming blinked as he sat in the wheelchair, what was physical therapy?
The nurse began to roll him out of the room and Charming looked around anxiously at the foreign place, breathing deeply. The nurse lead him to the nursery.
"You can't hold her just yet, but you can look at her from the window. She was very healthy." Charming frowned at the beginning of the nurse's words, he couldn't hold Emma?
But that question was put back as he looked in the window and saw his baby girl wrapped in a pink blanket, he smiled softly. "Emma..." He breathed.
And it was then, that all the questions of doubt that the nurse had for Charming was pushed out of her head as she saw the loving and protective look in his eyes.
There you have it, the first chapter! How'd you like it, should I continue? Feedback please!