Saviours still have moms

Mimi asked for a oneshot of Snow being a teacher and Emma coming to visit her class. The kids are telling her how cool she is, that she can do whatever she wants. They forget that even Saviours have moms, that even they can be told off.

Guest: I have already covered Emma not being able to sleep without her parents' presence.

Rena: This doesn't have any Charming family interaction.

Guest 101: Well, thanks :).

Bridget: That actually happened on the show.

Alyssa: That seems more like a multi-chapter story.

Syreena: That's Regina orientated not Charming family.

Emma loved her own son and little brother, but on the whole, she wasn't really a kid person. If she was honest, they scared her a little. They just seemed to smell fear. So when Snow begged her to come in for the day because her classroom assistant was off sick she was hesitant. But she relented in the end, telling her mom that she owed her.

So Emma found herself in her mom's fourth grade class…with twenty five sets of eyes staring right at her.

"Are you really the Saviour?" One brave boy asked whilst her mom was out checking something with another teacher.

"Uh, yeah." Emma answered uncomfortably. The class broke out into excited whispers.

"That's so awesome!" One little girl said. "You, like, totally own Storybrooke!" Emma felt her face heating up.

"Well I don't own the town. I just help it."

"Nah, you're not just the Saviour, you're one of the sheriffs and you're a princess! Nobody can tell you what to do!" Emma just laughed. Kids, always dreaming of a world where they're their own boss.

"When did you find out you were the Saviour?" One child asked her. Emma thought for a moment. She sat down on an empty desk space.

"Well…"

"Sorry about that kids." Snow said as she came back into the classroom. "Off the desk please Emma." Emma immediately got up, apologising to her mom. The children all looked up at her, confused. Emma just shrugged, smiling. Even Saviours had moms, so even Saviours had someone telling them what to do.