The witcheyest witch

GrantL1991 asked for a oneshot of…read and see.

"I love you, Prince Charming…" Snow slurred, trying to lean over the front passenger seat and kiss Charming. He smiled, but gently kissed her cheek instead.

"I love you too, Snow White, but a, you're drunk, and b, I'm driving." He reminded her. Snow had gone out for the night with the girls and it seemed had a really good time. So good that Charming was called to come and pick her up. Not that he minded, he would rather know she got home safe.

Snow giggled after Charming reminding her he was driving and instead focused on looking out the window. She gasped.

"What's wrong, Snow?" Charming asked, slightly alarmed.

"Pull over." Snow instructed him, sounding deadly serious. Worried there was a villain, or somebody in trouble, Charming did as she asked. Before he could ask more questions, Snow had unbuckled her seatbelt and bolted out the car. "Snow?" Charming called after her. He got out himself and looked to where she was walking.

"Roadworks!" Snow called back. She picked up one of the traffic cones that had been left and placed it on top of her head. "Look Charming! I'm a witch!" She proudly proclaimed. Charming couldn't help but laugh at that.

"And the hottest one in town. Come on, witch. Let's get you home." He said, heading back towards the car. He kept an eye on Snow to make sure she didn't fall over on her way back. She surprised him by not getting into the car as well, but by beginning to walk (slightly wobbly) along the pavement.

"Snow, sweetheart. It's kinda cold. Why don't you let me drive you home?" Charming suggested. Snow shook her head, giggling.

"No, for I am a witch! I must strike fear into the people's hearts with my witchyness." Snow proclaimed. Charming smiled as he started the engine and began to trail beside Snow very slowly. He kept an eye on her as well as the road to make sure she was safe. After a few minutes, he could see her beginning to tire.

"Uh, great witch Snow? Your carriage awaits for you to strike fear from?" He offered. Snow giggled again.

"Oh, alright." She agreed. She clambered into the backseat, keeping her traffic cone hat on. Charming laughed, waiting until she was buckled in before finishing the drive home.

As he suspected, when they got back, it didn't take long for Snow to fall asleep. She slept late the next morning and got up around eleven. She stumbled through into the kitchen, nursing a killer hangover.

"Morning your witchyness." He greeted her with a grin and a kiss.

"Your what?" Snow mumbled, confused. Emma, who was feeding Neal his snack at the table, looked up, equally confused. Charming laughed.

"Nothing. You want anything?"

"I'm just going to stick the kettle on." Snow said, shuttling over to it and flicking the switch. As she did so, she looked out into the garden. She peered closer.

"What's wrong mom?" Emma asked.

"Uh, Charming, why the f…" Snow looked across to Neal. "frig is there a traffic cone in the garden?" She asked him. She knew it hadn't been there when she left yesterday. Charming immediately burst into laughter.

"Well, you have to tell us now." Emma insisted, curious. Charming calmed himself down and smiled at Snow.

"Your mother decided that she was a witch last night on our way home." He explained. "She must have left her hat outside." Emma began to laugh herself at the image. Snow's eyes widened and her cheeks turned pink as she had flashbacks from the night before.

"Oh my…" She said quietly to herself. Charming and Emma couldn't quite stop sniggering. Snow groaned. She was never drinking again.