A/N: Just a short little bit today, haven't had much time to write, plus this little bit felt like it should be on it's own.
"He what?!" Charming's voice rose a notch.
Snow winced. She'd known this was going to happen. If she were honest, she'd have to admit only barely having restrained herself from a similar reaction. She was trying very hard to be neutral in this mess, for Henry's sake and also, she thought, for her daughter. She had a feeling that as much as her daughter was angry with Neal - borderline hated him in fact - there was a part of her that wouldn't actually like Neal to be beaten to a pulp by her parents.
"Framed her. Sorry. Emma kind of didn't want me to tell anyone."
A hurt look briefly flashed over Charming's face before he refocused. His daughter was a very private person, he knew that. She probably had a hard enough time telling Snow that, and they had been best friends for a year. He and Emma didn't have that, not yet. Regardless, this was his daughter, and this man had been responsible for her being sent to jail at eighteen. Pregnant.
Charming rose to his feet, hands clenched.
"I'll kill him," he said decisively, and took off to find Neal.
"Charming!" Snow chased after him. "Don't you dare!"