THIS WAS REALLY HARD FOR ME TO WRITE WITHOUT MAKING IT CAPTAIN SWAN. SO, I'M NOT REALLY MENTIONING HOOK BECAUSE IF I DO, IT'LL END UP BEING CAPTAIN SWAN. ALL I WANT IS TO WRITE A NICE, FLUFFY HENRY/EMMA/CHARMING FAMILY FIC. LET'S SEE HOW THIS GOES… AS ALWAYS, REVIEWS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

To think that the kid was the same one who, ten years ago she had tearfully whispered 'I love you' to over and over and over again, was the same one that was standing in her door now… it was crazy. Without being given permission to, her eyes took in his face. His eyes were no longer blue, and his hair was much fuller, but his ears were the same. And his nose. That was, too. A part of her briefly wondered if he remembered her saying goodbye to him all those years ago.

"That's the last freaking time I'm losing you, Kid." Emma said, not particularly caring that the rest of their highly dysfunctional search and rescue team was also huddled around the fire and could hear her.

"Yeah, four's enough." Henry nodded in agreement, snuggling up against her. His head felt good on her shoulder, the blonde noted, although his elbow was sticking into a bruised rib she had received from one of the lost boys (though he ended up with far worse than a bruised rib.) In the silence and stillness of the night, the orange flames cracked and popped, sending sparks up into the sky.

"So…" Emma's lips twitched, then lifted into a smirk, "you still think being stranded in a new land, with things trying to eat you, and people trying to kill you is 'awesome'?" She had meant it as a joke, she really had. But Henry didn't react with his usual giggle and smile. He muttered something and stood up, walking down the beach a ways, kicking the sand in such an adorable way Emma would have smiled if she didn't think something was wrong. Regina wanted to roll her eyes at the other woman's utter lack of brilliance –not that it wasn't surprising, considering her parents were the two idiots, but still– yet she found that she couldn't. Not after Emma had jumped in front of Pan's sword to save Henry from it. She had healed herself, so Regina didn't feel too bad. Apparently, the Savior couldn't be killed from a mortal wound when royally pissed off. Which was unfortunate for Regina, since it made her job as mayor that much more difficult when one Emma Swan was in a bad mood. The brunette's mind briefly drifted, wondering how she hadn't been impeached yet.

With a groan, Emma pushed herself up off the log and called after Henry. In the spirit of good parents everywhere, Snow and Charming followed, not caring that leaving Hook, Regina, and Gold by themselves would probably result in World War Three. So, they were left sitting on their respective logs, watching mother and father chasing after their daughter, who was chasing after their grandson, listening to fading yells of "Henry!", followed by "Emma!"

It was easy enough to find Henry. He stayed on the sand, and while Snow might have been able to leave tracks invisible to the night, Henry had his mother's and grandfather's lack of tact and bountiful impulsivity.

"Hey, Henry, you can't just–" Emma cut herself off when she took in her son's shaking form. He had his knees drawn up to his chest, and his eyes were wide and fearful, darting every which way. "Henry!" She exclaimed, rushing over to his side and dropping to her knees. "Come on, Henry, look at me. You're safe now, no one's gonna hurt you." She said as she scooped him up into her arms, laying his head on her lap. After nearly a minute of stroking his hair, Henry's breathing finally slowed down to a point that was a little less near hyperventilation. "You're okay, Sweetie." Emma whispered.

"M-mom?" Henry's voice was little, unlike the confident boy everyone knew and loved.

"It's okay, Henry." She pulled him tighter to her. Seeing the situation was defused, Snow and Charming cautiously approached mother and son.

"Emma?" James said softly. She swiveled her head to smile up at him.

"Hey."

"Maybe you two should come back to the camp. I know we defeated Pan and the lost boys, but it still scares me that you two are out here. We're safer in a big group." Snow looked at James, who nodded in agreement.

"I know." Emma said. "Just give him a minute to calm down." She turned her attention back to the boy. "Henry, do you know where you are?"

"Yeah." He said after a moment. "You and Gramma and Gramps and all them… we're a little ways away from the camp. I'm currently laying on your lap, and you just called me 'Sweetie'."

"I–I did no–" Well, shit, she had, hadn't she? "Shut up. Your grandma's right." James pulled Henry up by one of his arms while Emma pushed him off of her. She accepted Snow's hand as she, too, was pulled up. Charming and Henry started walking back toward the fire, which was only a dim flicker in the distance, while Snow let them get out of ear shot so she could talk to Emma.

"What happened?" She whispered.

"He had a panic attack." The blonde answered, her gaze firmly set on her two boys… well, one man that acted like a boy and one actual boy who was growing up far too fast for her liking.

"Oh my God!" Snow continued her whispering. "But why?"

"Have you ever heard of post-traumatic stress disorder?" Emma asked, placing a hand on the smaller woman's shoulder to stop their walking.

"PTSD!?" Never one for discretion, Snow chose that moment to stop whispering. Emma nearly did a face palm.

"Yeah… you know… this is after –post– the traumatic experience, so he's stressed about it." She tried to lay it out as simply as possible. "And I set off the panic attack when I reminded him of what he went through."

"Is he… he's going to be okay, right?" Snow felt bad, looking for her daughter to comfort her when it should be the other way around, but Emma knew what she was talking about.

"It'll take time." Emma nodded, as if reassuring herself. "And therapy, but… you know, I'm not Archie. I can't say for sure, but that's what it looks like–"

"How do you know what it's like, what it is?" Snow cut in. Before replying, Emma looked toward the fire again. Henry and James must be there by now, she thought. So she motioned for them to start walking again.

"Because I was nineteen when I was diagnosed with PTSD after going in for emergency surgery for a near-fatal stab wound I received during a chase I gave to one of my bail jumpers."

I REALLY WANTED THIS TO BE A ONE-SHOT, BUT IT WENT OFF IN ANOTHER DIRECTION. I THINK MORE IMPORTANTLY, THOUGH, I'VE ONLY SEEN ONE FIC IN THE OUAT FANDOM THAT HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH PTSD, WHICH IS SOMETHING A NUMBER OF THE CHARACTERS COULD HAVE, AND IT'S SOMETHING THAT HITS CLOSE TO HOME FOR ME. SO I JUST… I WANTED TO WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT IT.