Blackmail
Just one of my own. Loosely based on the new Tomb Raider movie.
"Emma, I'm still not sure about this." Snow said sceptically. "There are already plenty of people looking for your father, myself included. We have a few leads. Leads that suggest George is somehow involved in his disappearance. If he has your father it's likely he'll take any opportunity he's given to get his hands on you or Neal…"
"Or, indeed, you." Emma countered. "But that didn't stop you searching for him all last night, and I'm prepared to bet it won't stop you looking for him all tonight either. That means you need sleep just now. While you sleep, I'll go look for dad." Emma said firmly. She wasn't just sitting by on the side lines whilst he was missing. Especially if his crazy step-father was involved. "Go get some sleep, mom. If I can't find him today you'll be back on lookout tonight." Emma said, grabbing her jacket and keys. Emma watched her leave with a frown. Did Emma honestly think she could sleep with her husband missing, or now knowing Emma might be taken too?
Emma didn't really know where to look for her dad. She didn't know George very well, so didn't know what his motive would be. So Emma just followed her gut and started searching the forest. That's where most of the villains of Storybrooke seemed to hide out.
Emma was leaving no stone unturned as she carefully combed through the trees.
"Dad!" Emma cried out. "George!" She added with more venom. "George, if I find you and you've hurt my dad there will be Hell to pay!" Emma warned him, not knowing if he could even hear her. Suddenly, there was a dark chuckling from behind her.
"Oh is that right, blondie?" Emma whipped round. As she did, she pulled her gun out to defend herself, but she was too late anyway. George was ready for her. As Emma turned to face him, he whacked her in the head with the handle of his sword. Emma crumpled to the forest floor, her world gone black.
Emma woke up, unsure of how much time had passed, with a pounding headache. She groaned, trying to piece together what had happened to make her head so sore.
"Well, look who's awake." A voice said gleefully from her side. Emma's eyes widened. She knew that cold sneer. She now remembered why she was here. George. Emma tried to quickly sit up from wherever she'd been laid down, but her movements were sluggish. Not only was her head still aching, but her hands had been bound together and there was a pair of ankle cuffs on her legs. George just smiled at her, twisting Emma's own gun in his hand. "how lovely."
"I knew you were behind this." Emma hissed. "Where's my dad?" She demanded. George continued to smile at Emma.
"Oh don't worry, I'll be taking you to him shortly. I think you might be very useful in persuading him to help me out." George told her. He pointed the gun at Emma's head. "So, up you get. Let's go see daddy." Emma snarled at George as she was lead out of the tent she was being held in. George shoved Emma forward, leading her towards another, smaller, tent. "Wait here." He ordered Emma, still pointing the gun at her. Emma waited at the entrance to the tent. There was no way she could run now. What would George do to her dad in retaliation?
"Hello there, son-"
"You can keep me here for as long as you want, George. I will never be your son." Charming barked back. George chuckled.
"Whatever you say. I just came by to see if you had changed your mind about telling me where the Hatter's last hat is? We both know you've been protecting the Hatter's hiding place. You know where he and his precious daughter are, and where his last magic hat is. That hat can bring your brother back. Now, will you tell me where it is?"
"As I keep telling you, George, no. You can't go around messing with time. It's dangerous. I won't give up the Hatter and I won't tell you where his hat is." Charming answered defiantly. George sighed.
"Very well then, plan B it is." He answered. Before Charming could ask what plan B was, George reached behind the entrance to the tent and roughly pulled Emma in. As Charming's stomach plummeted to the floor, George held the gun threateningly to Emma's head. "Let me ask again, son. Will you tell me where that blasted hat is?" Charming's mouth had suddenly gone very dry. He knew the implications of telling George where the hat was. However, he now knew the implications of not telling him. Risking his daughter's life.
"Don't tell him, dad." Emma quickly said. "It's not worth the risk-"
"Shut up!" George ordered Emma, pressing the gun in firmer to her head. Charming flinched, knowing George meant business.
"Ok, fine." He said. "Fine, I'll take you to Jefferson's hat." He promised. "Just…let Emma go." He asked. George's smile spread.
"Oh, I don't think so, Charming. The girl gets released when I get my hat. I wasn't born yesterday." George told him. "So, get up. Let's go get that hat."
