The worst one yet

Jade Star asked for a oneshot of *season 6 spoilers!* Emma having another vision of her death, like the one in Gold's shop that brought her to her knees. Except this one happens at the loft whilst her mom is with her.

Hands up, I don't remember this moment. I'm in uni just now, so I can't look it up on YouTube. So I'm improvising a bit here and going with this happening after Snowing's curse and they know about Emma's fate.

Snow and Charming were both doing their best to maintain a normal routine in their household, despite the clearly abnormal circumstances. Neal needed to upkeep of his routine, and they knew that Emma needed some calm in the situation as well. So despite missing each other dearly, they did their best to keep things positive for their children.

They knew Emma was struggling with these visions. They couldn't blame her. Who wouldn't be terrified if they were having apparent visions of their future death? They were doing their best to comfort and support her through it all, but with Emma so reluctant to open up it was proving difficult.

She had come over to her parents' house for dinner, one evening. Snow's hands were slippery from washing up and she accidentally dropped the pot on the floor. Emma had been in the kitchen doing the drying. The sound of the pot clashing off the tiles brought on one of the flashes. It was a strong one. She didn't even know what was happening to her body, she was so wrapped up in the feelings brought by the vision.

Snow saw that Emma's hands had started to shake. She saw the way her eyes went wide before she too, crashed to the floor on her knees.

"Emma!" Snow called out, frightened. She had of course seen Emma have her visions before, but never one this big. Snow rushed to Emma's side. By the time she got there, Emma was coming back to herself. She was aware of a sharp pain in her knees. How had she got onto the floor?

"Another vision?" Snow asked her as she helped her up. Emma nodded, supporting herself on the island counter. Snow frowned. They were clearly getting worse. "Sit down." Snow told her gently, guiding her over to the barstool. Emma sat down, her hands still tremoring violently. Snow could only talk soothingly and wait until Emma's hands stop shaking and, for the moment, her head was free from the visions of her demise. But how long would it be until the next one?