House arrest: Sb- part 2

CharmingsDaughter asked for a oneshot of a sequel to Ch2544 "House arrest: Sb" where the men try and run off with Emma.

The family knew it wouldn't be long before Regina received her message. As soon as she did, these crooks would get their just deserts. All they had to do was hang tight until then. It wasn't made easy by the same creep from earlier, who had now taken to pacing around where the family, making sure they knew he had his gun.

"How's that arm feeling, princess?" He asked slyly. Emma tried to just ignore him. She felt something ram into her sore shoulder. "I asked you a question." He snarled. Charming went to tell him to back off, but Emma took his hand and squeezed it.

"It's fine." Emma spat. It wasn't. It hurt like Hell, but there was no way she was letting him know that.

"Aw, that's good. Think you're up for a little dance then?" He asked. Emma was about to ask him what he was talking about when he came round the front of the sofa and pulled her up by her good arm. Her parents and Henry all tried to pull her back, but he was too quick. Charming jumped up. No, this had gone too far. The man held a gun to Emma's head. "Let's not be too hasty." He said to Charming. "I just want a little dance." He jerked his head back towards the couch. "Sit back down." He said quietly. Slowly, not taking his eyes off of Emma, Charming sat back down.

"Ok, I've done what you asked." Charming said. "Now, take the gun away from my daughter." The creep laughed.

"Maybe, once I've had my dance. Suppose it depends if she steps on my toes." He said. Snow, Charming and Henry all watched, their hearts in their mouths. "Now, I'm going to let this arm go. You're going to turn around to face me real slowly." He told Emma. Not wanting to piss him off, Emma did as she was told. "Good girl. Now, take your hand and put it on my shoulder.

"You know I can't do that." Emma told him. The creep forcefully took the wrist of Emma's bad arm and made her raise it up to put her hand on his shoulder. Emma cried out in pain.

"Please." Snow begged. "Leave her alone."

"Shut up." He growled. He grinned sickeningly at Emma. "May I have this dance, milady?"

"Somehow, I think not." Came a cold voice appearing from a cloud of purple smoke. All the men in balaclavas pointed their guns at her, all except the one with Emma, who continued to hold it at her head.

"Don't do anything stupid." He growled. "Or I shoot the princess." Regina rolled her eyes. She flicked her wrist and all the guns disappeared. The thugs all looked at their empty hands, horrified. Another flick of the wrist, they were all frozen to the spot.

"Jail cells?" Regina asked.

"Yeah, just keep this one for a moment." Charming ordered. Regina nodded, doing as Charming asked. The one remaining thug look terrified as Charming approached him. He let Emma go. She winced at the pain in her bad arm. Snow came over and took her back. Charming formed a fist and slammed it into the creep's nose. He yelped as blood began to spurt out. Then, for good measure, Charming slammed his foot into his abdomen.

"He can join his friends now." Charming growled. Regina sent the man away, blood still dripping from his nose. Charming didn't care that, as an official law enforcer, he wasn't supposed to lay his hands on suspects. Nobody threatened his daughter.