Here you go guys, some Charming family fluff! I've gotta say it's nice being able to write these three characters together again! I hope you'll enjoy!

Oh and if you're enjoying this fic I recommend literally any fic by Charmings88 - I've reread all their ouat so many times and they're still so awesome!

Anyway, enjoy and review (they make my week seriously), let me know if there's any little moments you want to see in the up coming chapters (literally my planning for the next chapter is currently 'shit load of fluff', so anything you want will be seriously taken into mind:') )

Emma was surrounded by darkness yet again. She could feel something close over her face; she must be in the trunk of the car… she must have been dreaming. She felt her breath quicken with panic as she thought about the dream, she dreamt that her parents had saved her, but they hadn't… perhaps they never would….

*OUAT*

"Emma." David called as he tried to wake Emma up he rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder as he tried to wake her up without having to shake her awake as he didn't want to hurt her. "Wake up kiddo." Mary Margret had stepped out of the room to ring Henry as she had promised him she would do, so David was left to try wake Emma out of her nightmare by himself. He frowned, apparently she would have to be shook awake, but just as he was about to her eyes shot open and she stared around wildly.

Emma tried to get her bearings as she was suddenly transported from the dark car trunk to a room brightly lit by artificial lights. She looked at one side of the room trying to work out where George was, but movement on her other side distracted her, she turned her head to look as she tried to pull whatever was blocking her view from her face.

"Emma, it's okay." David sat down on the side of her bed so he could stop her from pulling the oxygen mask off of her face. "You're at the hospital; you're safe."

It wasn't until David said his soothing words that Emma stopped pulling at the mask and threw herself into his arms, she had wanted to do that since she had caught sight of him, but she didn't think she'd be able to handle it if this turned out to be a dream again; but in her dreams he had spoken so differently, with such unkind, untrusting, and unloving words.

David immediately wrapped one arm around Emma's back and started to stoke circles onto it, with his other hand he gently held her head, he pressed a kiss on top of her hair; three and a half days without her really had been too long. He could her continuing to breathe fast into his shoulder. "Kiddo, I need you to copy my breathing, okay?" he took slow and loud breaths as he matched the circles he was rubbing on her back to his breathing. "In… and out... in…. and out. That's it, Em" he smiled proudly as her breathing matched his pace again. He pulled her away from him slightly while keeping his hands on her arms. "You're okay, Emma." He assured her.

Emma gave him a weak smile in return, a tear spilled from her swollen eye, she hoped her father wouldn't notice it but he quickly wiped it from her cheek with his thumb; a concerned look was on his face. "You found me." She whispered, half because she was in wonder that they had managed to find her and that they were all safe, and half because her throat was so sore that everything hurt it.

David leant forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead, he then pulled back again and placed his finger under her chin, so she was forced to look into his eyes. "Always." He promised, a small smile was spread on his lips as she seemingly unknowingly used his and her mother's motto. He started to move away from her to get her a drink, although the I.V had done its job of helping her dehydration, she sounded like her throat would benefit from actually drinking some juice.

Emma's hand immediately shot out around David's arm, bringing him to an abrupt halt, she was sure she was becoming annoying to David with her clinginess but she couldn't seem to stop it. She waited for David to shove her hand off of him.

David placed his hand over Emma's cold one, on his arm, as he tried to read her face. "Emma, look over that way," David knew he was speaking to her as if she was around Neal's age but she was tired and ill and scared so he didn't care- and she didn't protest, "see that bottle of juice? I'm going to grab it for you, you need to drink. I won't leave your sight." He switched the oxygen from her mask to a nasal cannula; he remembered that Whale had told them she would be able to use that when she wasn't sleeping, just as she had last time.

Emma relinquished her hold of him, feeling ridiculous, but kept her eyes on him as he pour the juice into the cup. The door to her hospital room clicked shut but David just smiled at whoever entered so she didn't bother to turn her head. She felt herself relax as David walked back over to her and handed her the juice; he stood by her side with his hand on her left shoulder. "Mom." Emma said with a smile when she realised that it was her mother who had entered, along with Doctor Whale who was staring intently at her chart.

"Hello, sweetheart," Mary Margret brushed a strand of golden hair behind her ear, she could see that Emma's eyes were rimmed slightly with red but she didn't want to bring it up in front of Whale, "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up, I was on the phone to Henry."

"Is he okay?" Emma demanded.

"He's fine, he misses you of course, and as soon as he's able to he'll visit." She told her.

"It'll be a couple of days until he's able to visit," Whale interrupted as he walked closer to Emma, "your immune system is very fragile right now."

Emma looked down at the cast on her arm and nodded, she felt her father squeeze her shoulder, but she doubted she would be able to convince either of her parents to sneak Henry in earlier than Whale consented. She looked back up and waited for Whale to begin his inquisition.

"You've had a hell of a time, Emma, how are you feeling?"

"I'm fine." Emma told him quickly. The words were rough against her throat, she hesitantly took a sip of the drink, and found it helped slightly.

"Emma." David said quietly in a firm voice when it became apparent to him that she wasn't planning on answering the doctor's question.

Emma rolled her eyes, causing her black eye to tinge with pain, though less than she had expected it to. "I'm tired." She relented. "And my chest hurts, but only a little, I just kinda ache." She saw her mother look worried at her words.

"Good," Whale said receiving a confused look from Emma, "you're on very strong pain killers, they seem to be helping any pain you're in."

"Oh." Emma said, slightly disappointed, she had hoped that she wasn't in much pain because she wasn't that ill.

Whale moved closer to Emma and started to perform his tests, stopping only to write things down. He finished listening to the wheeze in her chest frowning as he did so. "I'm going to up your dose of steroids, I want to get this out of the way as quickly as possible, especially in this weather." He told her seriously. "It'll also help bring down that eye of yours, and the swelling in your arm." He gently took hold of her un-cast-ed hand and removed the bandage to look at the cuts from the handcuffs.

Emma watched her parents wince as they watched Whale examine them. "I could use my magic to get rid of them." Emma offered though felt a knot in her stomach at the thought of using it after all that had occurred when she used it in her dreams.

"No," Whale told her seriously, "right now you're too ill to use it, even if you could get it to work it would probably completely exhaust you." He told her as he applied an ointment to the cut and wrapped it up once more in clean bandages.

Emma rolled her eyes a little at his dramatics, now that he had told her not to do it she kind of wanted to, she didn't think that anyone had seen her roll her eyes but apparently they had.

"Emma." David said sternly from next to her, he waited for her to look up at him before he continued, in the same stern voice. "You're not going to try to use your magic, are you?"

Emma felt her cheeks burn at being chastised by her father in front of the doctor. "No?" she shot him a small smile.

David shot her a warning look "Good." He said quietly as he tried not to embarrass her further, a smile tugged at his lips at the sight of her smile, though she still looked extremely frail at least she was starting to show glimpses of her old self.

"Okay, everything seems to be in order." Whale told her as he filled in a few boxes on the chart. "You're going to be very tired for the next few weeks, so I'd recommend getting as much sleep as you can, your body needs it to repair itself. I'm going to have them give you mainly soft foods as they'll be easier on your throat," he looked at David then at Mary Margret, "don't be too worried if she doesn't eat all of it, her body will have quickly gotten used to not eating much, so long as she eats as much as she can."

"We'll make sure that she does." Mary Margret told him with a thankful smile.

Whale nodded and made his way to the door. "A nurse will be in to do your obs in about an hour Emma."

*OUAT*

When the door shut behind the doctor, David moved to sit on the bed next to Emma near her hip and Mary Margret moved to sit on the other side next to her knees, from the looks on their faces Emma presumed that they were about to all have a conversation; one which Emma doubted she would enjoy. "I think we might be cursed again- Whale didn't say a single sarcastic comment." She tried to distract them but started to cough.

David handed Emma back the glass of juice from the side table and waited for her to stop coughing. Mary Margret wasn't aware why they were about to have a conversation with Emma so he led it once their daughter had finished her coughing. "Em, did you have a nightmare earlier?"

Emma tried to look away from her father but felt her mother's hand on her knee.

"Emma, tell us, please." She requested. "We can't help you unless you tell us."

"I was back in the trunk of the car… I didn't think you were going to turn up." She admitted quietly.

David wiped away tears which Emma didn't even realise had fallen. "That's why you looked so surprised to see me?" he asked her softly.

Emma nodded a little and looked up guilty at her parents.

"We'll always come and find you Emma," Mary Margret told her, "and we're not going to let anything like that ever happen to you again."

"It was good thinking of you to convince Edward to come to us, Em." David smiled proudly at her.

Emma looked back at him with a smile, it faltered when she remembered what he had told him to share with her parents in order to convince them, she wondered for a moment if they needed to be told. "…And you guys just accepted it because you have good instincts?" she asked as subtly as she could.

"It took a little bit of persuasion." Mary Margret said pointedly.

Emma sunk down in her bed slightly, feeling the pull on her ribs as she did so, she bit her the corner of her lip. "I didn't lie… I just didn't tell you." She waited for them to shout or to just walk out.

David turned Emma's chin so that she was looking into his eyes again. "Why didn't you tell us kiddo?" he asked her just as gently as he had before.

Emma frowned at the disappointment in his tone but she realised she shouldn't have been surprised at that reaction; this was the exact reaction which was fitting to who they were. She shrugged a little but realised that wasn't going to cut it. "You guys were busy trying to catch George, before he got to Neal, I couldn't distract you from that."

Mary Margret and David both shook their heads.

"Emma," as Mary Margret spoke David let go of Emma's chin so she would look at her mother, "when I was pregnant with Neal I told you that no matter what's going on you can always talk to us, or to just one of us if we're busy with Neal; but no matter what at least one of us would be there to talk to you and to listen."

"But this wasn't some sibling jealousy thing," Emma said remembering the numerous conversations the two of them had and even more conversations with the three of them, "this was a villain thing."

"Which doubles what your mother is saying. Em, when we were in Neverland and I got shot with that arrow I realised that I should never keep things from my family, even if other things are happening at the same time." David placed his hands on his hips as he spoke. "Keeping things from my family I put my life in danger, I know that the dreams didn't put your life in danger, but that lesson applies to you too."

Emma squirmed under his stern look. "Well… kinda…"

Mary Margret crossed her arms across her chest and looked inquisitively at her daughter. "What do you mean?"

"Robert tried to manipulate me through my dreams, he wanted me to fall under their control and to use my magic for them." Emma frowned as she remembered that place. "George wanted to take Neal as well, he said that if I was good I'd be able to help look out for Neal still, I'd be George's 'heir' and Neal could be protected; if not he was going to raise him to be a replacement for… well for James." Emma's voice cracked slightly as she spoke again. "They kept trying to convince me that you were dead… when that didn't work they tried to torment me with dreams about you, but it wasn't really you, it was some of my old foster homes." She felt two pairs of arms suddenly embracing her.

Mary Margret kissed Emma's head where it was hidden in David's shoulder; she had something to tell him but she thought it was best to not do that in front of Emma, she could feel Emma lean further into them, apparently the short amount of time she had been awake was already starting to tire her. Eventually she and David pulled away and carefully led Emma back against the upright bed so she'd be more comfortable and hopefully fall asleep.

"Robert's not going to be able to send you anymore dreams ever again. Regina put a cuff on him, and in a couple of days he'll be moved to a state prison, he'll never be able to hurt you again." David promised her with fierce determination. "And George is being moving to a prison in New York today; he is never getting anywhere near you ever again."

Emma nodded convinced by her father's tone but she still felt slightly… well, terrified. "Wait," she frowned, "New York?"

"I know," David nodded he should really be transferred somewhere in Maine, "but Regina may have helped out with that a little bit, I don't know or want to know what she did; but what matters is he's going a long, long way away."

Emma nodded again and let the information sink in. "Does this mean I'm not in trouble for hiding my dreams from you two?" she asked cheekily.

David and Mary Margret shared a look of amusement above Emma's head.

"I think you being on bed rest for at least a month counts as being grounded." Mary Margret chuckled.

Emma looked as though she was about to protest but she was interrupted by a long yawn.

"I think it's time you get a little sleep." David smiled fondly down at her and he and Mary Margret got to their feet.

Emma feel the ball of nerves appear in her stomach again. "Bu- but you're staying, right?" she asked looking side to side at her parents.

"I'm going to go get you some things for when you're in here, and your dad and I a change of clothes," Mary Margret tucked Emma's blankets around her on the side she was stood on, "but I'll stay until you fall asleep."

"And I'll be with you the whole time." David informed her.

*OUAT*

Once Emma had fallen asleep, Mary Margret took David's hand and led him to the other side of the room.

"What's wrong?" David asked quietly, he placed his hands on Mary Margret's cheeks and looked lovingly into her eyes.

"Regina asked me if I wanted to speak to George before he gets moved." She told him cutting to the chase.

"And you're going to?" David sighed.

"David it's going to be our last chance to talk to him," she insisted "and I have a few choice words to give to him over this; this is the second time he's tried to take our babies from us."

"Third." David reminded her. "He tried to take you and Emma from me when you were stuck in the Enchanted Forest."

"I want to make sure he's definitely gone from our lives; and what will happen to him if he ever even thinks about hurting Emma, or anyone in our family, ever again."

David sighed looking from his wife to his daughter and back again. "I doubt I'm going to be able to stop you, am I?" he dropped his hands to his side.

Mary Margret shook her head.

"Just be careful, please." He implored.

Mary Margret took hold of him by his jacket, pulled him down towards her and captured him in a long kiss. "I will, and Regina will be there anyway."

"Okay." David nodded a little before kissing her again.

"I'm going to see Neal beforehand." Mary Margret moved away from him and started to gather her things.

David helped her into her coat. "Give him a kiss from his daddy."

"I will, I'll tell Henry you said hi too, I said he could help me pack Emma a bag." She sent a forlorn look at Emma who looked so small asleep in the bed.

David pulled Mary Margret into another kiss. "I'll hold down the fort," he kissed her yet again, "now go or will be here all day." He smirked.

"Okay, I love you." She said as she started to walk out of the room.

"I love you too, stay safe."