This is my first ever fanfic (and hopefully not my last if all goes well) please leave comments, good or bad as they will all help me to improve. Thanks for reading :)
"I'll be back soon," Charming tells Snow, placing a light kiss on her lips.
"Oh I don't doubt it for a second. However hard I try to get rid of you, you always seem to find me," Snow jokes to Charming, hoping to lighten the mood. Neverland had recently become darker to the band of rescuers: everyone seemed to be constantly fighting with each other. Not even five minutes ago Hook and Regina had stormed off into the night after another argument. It seemed not everyone was up to playing 'happy families'.
Charming gave Snow a quick smile over his shoulder as he too, disappeared into the jungle. Snow turned back toward the make-shift camp to find Emma muttering angrily to herself.
"Emma?" Snow asked, her voice sounding louder than she'd anticipated.
"Huh? Oh, Mary...Snow..." Emma's voice faltered at the last word. What was she supposed to call this woman. In Emma's head, she was still Mary Margaret, but now, so much had happened it seemed wrong to address her as her cursed self. This is such a headache, Emma thought. Snow noticed the hesitation in Emma's voice, but remembering how Charming had told her not to push their daughter into anything, she continued as if she'd detected nothing.
"Are you okay? Your grunting is becoming quite loud." Wow, Snow. Was there really no other way to put it?
"Oh, sorry. I just can't light this damned fire," Emma moaned, throwing two sticks on the ground in frustration.
Snow laughs. She looked just like her father when she pouted like that. Deciding to help her daughter rather than laughing at her, Snow assesses the situation.
"Well, first of all, Emma, lighting fires with sticks isn't as easy as it looks in the movies," Snow says, sitting down beside Emma. She grabs the sticks Emma had discarded and starts to inspect them. She shakes her head at the sticks, places them on the ground, then stands up. Looking down at Emma, she continues "we need to find two sticks. We need one straight stick and one flat piece of bark."
Surprisingly, Emma reaches her hands up for Snow to take. Snow quickly complies, pulling Emma to her feet. Brushing the dirt off herself, Emma starts to look for twigs.
"Y'know, this would've been so much easier if Regina were here," Emma sighs.
"I agree, but isn't this way more fun?" Snow smiles excitedly at Emma. Emma, realising Snow wants a response, nods. Even if she didn't agree with Snow, she didn't want to be the one making Snow's smile fade. Everyone was so down lately and Snow was the only one Emma could rely on to be smiling all the time.
After a few minutes of searching, the two women finally found what they were looking for.
"Okay, now hand me that flat piece would you Emma?" Snow takes the piece of bark and begins making a small groove in it with her pocket knife. She then hands both pieces of wood back to Emma.
"What do I do now?" Emma asks, looking far from impressed at the two pieces of wood in her hands.
"Put the straight stick in the groove of the other, then hold them in your palms and rub. Enough heat should be created to make sparks, lighting the fire." Snow replies encouragingly. Emma starts to do as she is told, but before long, she's close to giving up.
"I guess I'm not cut out for a life in the wilderness." Emma meant for it to come out as relief, but she couldn't seem to hide the disappointment in her voice.
"Never give up, Emma. You can do anything you want to if you believe you can do it," Snow tried comforting her daughter.
"Honestly, Mom, it's not that big of a deal..."
I know it was short, but I want to make chapters (if anyone will read them) x