Out all night
Emma1010 asked for a oneshot of Snowing treating Emma like a child. When she doesn't come home one night, they overreact. (Have to say, I'd probably be on Snowing's side on this one. My parents don't care where I am, really, but if they expect me to come home one night and I didn't they may get a little scared!) Set before season 5.
neongenesisevan: Has it been 3 batches since your last request? :). I have heard of deep web, but I'm afraid I don't know what it is :S. What's your first language? I'm more than happy to respond to you in it using Google translate.
Guest: Super Nintendo Electronic System, a games console :).
Snow tried once again to call Emma's phone. Still nothing. Charming was pacing the living room floor so often it felt like he was going to wear down the carpet. Periodically, he would look out the window to check if there was any sign of Emma. There wasn't.
Emma had gone out for a date with Hook the previous evening. She'd told her parents not to wait up, but of course they both did. They couldn't help themselves. Who knew what dangers were lurking out there? Plus, Charming still wasn't sure exactly how he felt about the former pirate. If she was honest, neither was Snow. Especially since Emma was currently missing. They had both tried calling her phone on multiple occasions, neither ever getting any answer. They had even called Henry to see if he'd heard from his mom. He hadn't had any contact with her since the previous afternoon. Snow and Charming were beyond worried now. Where was their daughter?! Had Hook done something? Had they both been fooled into believing he was reformed when, in fact, he was still a villain who was just biding his time? They were at the stage where they were about to call a town-wide manhunt when they heard the front door open. Both of them cried out in relief when Emma came through. Emma couldn't deny feeling startled when both her parents suddenly pounced on her, wrapping her up in a group hug.
"Woh there!" She proclaimed, gently pushing them off her. "Guys, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Emma, where were you? We've been worried sick!" Snow told her daughter. "We've not been able to get through to you since last night. It kept going straight to voicemail. We must have left you at least thirty voicemails and texts." Snow told her daughter. Emma sighed.
"The Jolly Roger doesn't exactly have plug sockets." She mumbled. Now her parents understood. She had gone back to the Jolly Roger for the rest of the night.
"Emma, did he force you to go back there with him? Did he pressurise you? Because if he did I'll…"
"Dad." Emma sighed. "Killian didn't force me to do anything. He never has, and he never will." Emma told him. Hadn't they had this conversation already? "Guys, I know we're all happy to have found each other again, but I need to be able to come and go as I please. I'm an adult. Mary Margaret never cared when I came home."
"Mary Margaret wasn't your mother." Snow mumbled. Emma understood. Her parents had lost her for so long, it was understandable that they were apprehensive about ever being separated again. But that didn't mean Emma didn't have ground rules.
"I don't always know if I'll come home at night. Especially not now. I just need you to trust me. I can protect myself. I lived alone in Boston, I'm no stranger to dangerous people." Emma pointed out. That didn't really make Snow or Charming feel any better about the situation. But both knew they had to ease up. Emma would always be their little girl; but their little girl was all grown up.
