Toughened up
johnny'sgirl asked for a oneshot of *6x11 spoilers!* Emma and Charming talking to Gideon and he (assuming you mean Charming?) breaks down through finding out about Emma's past in foster care.
So, I have seen the latest episode! Loved it!
I know I still have requests in my list to write, I promise I'll get there when I can, I just HAD to put something out today in sheer excitement of Once finally being back! Please keep the requests coming. I promise I'm doing them as fast as I can just now :). Hope you haven't all given up on this story quite yet! I'll keep going as long as I have requests to write. When they stop, I'll know that's my cue to bow out :).
Charming couldn't stand the sick smirk on his face. He understood Belle's predicament. After all, hadn't he and Snow faced similar problems whilst Emma was the Dark One? But that didn't matter to Charming just now. He didn't care that this was Belle's son. All he cared about was Emma was his daughter, and Hell would freeze over before he let Gideon kill her.
"So your time comes, Saviour." Gideon sneered. He looked down at her already tremoring hand. He gave a humourless laugh. "Pitiful." He spat. "It's no wonder it's your fate to die at my hand. Look at you, you're not fit to be a Saviour. Once I have killed you, I will gain the power that was rightfully mine. Then I can save my land from the Black Fairy. Who in their right mind made you a Saviour in the first place? A snivelling little orphan like you…"
"That's real cheap talk coming from you." Emma snarled. She was becoming sick of his little jibes. She glanced out of the corner of her eye at her loved ones. At her dad, Henry, Hook and even Regina. He had frozen them all to the spot, just like he had with his parents. Gideon didn't seem to care for Emma bringing up his own upbringing.
"The Black Fairy might be evil, but at least she had the common sense to utilise my powers and toughen me up. What about your guardian, Saviour? They didn't even hold onto you. They knew you were worthless. Just like the next one did, and the one after that. It's almost impossible to count the total, isn't it?" Emma fought to keep her cool.
"You're right, I did have a lot of homes. That doesn't mean I wasn't toughened up by my childhood. Believe me, I'm just back from seeing what life would have been like without stretches living on the street, or times where I was starved as a punishment for crying when I got hit. I got beaten and broken by words. I got starved from food, love and attention. My childhood wasn't picture perfect either, Gideon. Stop using it as an excuse. You're right, as of right now, it might be my fate to die." Emma had been using her speech to stall Gideon. Just long enough for her to calm the shaking down and regain control of her powers. "But not today." Emma was able to blast Gideon back. The sword shattered in his grasp. Emma quickly rushed to him, picking up a shard and holding it to his throat. This was her chance. She could change her fate.
"Please." Came a strangled cry. Emma looked up, Rumple. "Don't hurt my son." Gideon hissed beneath her.
"I don't need your help!" He barked. Then, in a cloud of burnt orange smoke, he vanished. Everyone was unfrozen. Emma barely had a chance to stand up before she was suddenly being held in a pair of safe, familiar, arms. Her father's arms. As usual, Charming placed one hand on the back of Emma's head, cradling it. Emma rarely spoke about her time in foster care. Hearing some of the things that happened to her whilst she was meant to be looked after…Charming never had words to describe how that felt. When he was alone, Charming would allow himself to let loose the emotions building up in him at that moment. Of hearing about the pain that had lead Emma to becoming the Saviour she had always been destined to be. Of seeing her nearly killed by another section of her so-called destiny. Not if Charming had any say in the matter.
For now, though, Charming would just relish in being able to hold his Emma, his little girl, safe in his arms. He just wished he had the power to always keep her safe like this. He wouldn't rest until he found a way to make that possible.
