On the road again
A guestasked for a oneshot of Charming going through the wardrobe with Emma. They never stay in the one place, instead, they move on whenever Charming gets a lead on where Snow might be. On the way to their new home, he tells a 10-year-old Emma (who is upset about leaving her friends and wants to give up) that it'll all be worth it.
A reminder that I won't write any sequel requests where the chapter name AND number isn't provided, as requested by other readers :).
Now I am about to get political, so some of you may want to skip to the chapter.
However, I can no longer keep my silence. I believe that all power comes with responsibility. Sure, I may only have a few hundred readers, but if I can use that minuscule platform I will. What is happening in the US right now breaks my heart. But the fact so many people are already standing up and saying no gives me so much hope. I wish to remind you all, that as a species we have been down this road far too many times and it has never ended well. I implore those of you who can, don't stand back and let it happen again. Protest, stand up for those who are having their voices taken from them. America is a country built on immigration, it is the land of the free. Don't let he who will not be named take that from you. Don't let history repeat itself. Keyboard out.
"Aw, come on baby." Charming said, glancing in her rear view mirror. Emma was huddled under her jacket. Every time they went under a streetlight he could see her eyes were still glistening, the skin around them red. "I know you liked San Antonio, but your mommy isn't in Texas. You'll make new friends in Silver Spring…"
"I don't want to make new friends!" Emma shouted. "I liked the ones I had here, in San Antonio. Just like I liked the ones I had in Savannah, and before that Chesapeake Bay. I'm in the fourth grade now, dad. People already have their friends. It's not like I'm in kindergarten still where everyone is friends with everyone. Now I'm just the weird new kid. I hate moving around like this! You keep telling me stories about my mom like I'm still a little kid. I want to just pick somewhere and live there for good, a forever home. I'm old enough for you to be honest about where my mom really is instead of still pretending she's Snow White. Fairytales are for babies, dad." Charming sucked in a short breath through his teeth. Emma had always seemed to accept the strange truth of her parentage. How did he deal with it now that she was questioning it? He understood how difficult always moving on was for her, but Charming couldn't give up. Not now they were so close; he just knew they were.
"Honey, I know this isn't easy on you, but have I ever lied to you?" Emma shook her head. "Exactly. I know believing your mom is Snow White isn't easy, especially when you can't talk to anyone about it, but I promise you Emma, she is Snow White. We'll find her soon, and then you'll see. She's going to be so excited to meet you properly. I know life isn't easy, moving on so much, but it'll all be worth it in the end. We always…"
"Find each other." Emma sighed. "I know."
"Exactly." Charming responded. "I made a promise to your mom when I got you through that wardrobe that I wouldn't rest until you were back in her arms. Until we were all together again. It'll be over soon, I promise." Charming told her. Emma just looked glumly out of her window. Her dad had been promising it would be over soon since she was born.
