Emma couldn't sleep. The day twisted through her mind causing her to sit up within her bed. The rain casted through the night accompanied by a light roll of thunder. She looked over her shoulder at her sleeping pirate before leaning over and kissing his forehead gently.
She got up trying to rid the weight of the world and headed down stairs towards the kitchen. As she passed the living room she spotted two lumps across two couches. One she could clearly see Edith, the other was Coal…
She turned on the lights to the kitchen frowning rather deeply. No, it wasn't Coal. Coal was sitting at the kitchen table.
Emma's head tilted as she looked over the contents before the entitled teen. "Are you drinking?" She walked over and took the bottle off the table. Way too light for her liking.
"Well isn't water." Coal was rather quick to down the last bit he had in his glass before he would let Emma take the glass from him.
"What is wrong with you?" Emma more so demanded. She put the glass in the sink and instead of putting the liquor back she dumped it out into the sink.
Coal sighed watching her. He frowned when Emma went to the liquor cabinet and took two bottles from it before looking them down the drain as well. "Oh come on… they didn't do anything." Coal complained.
Emma placed the bottles down and turned on her heels to face the drunk teen. "You are a teenager." She sat down across from him.
Coal looked shocked, "I'm over five hundred years of age." He held up a finger to correct her.
Emma covered his hand with hers, "you're a child." She told him, trying to look him in the eyes.
"I have my own kingdom." Coal leaned in closer before pulling back, "on top of that I've been to war." He stated. "I should have a license to drink just from that alone." He looked to prove a point.
"You don't even have a driver's license." Emma leaned in on her arms and narrowed her eyes. She felt like the evil queen back when she first came to Storybrooke. How Regina would lean in when she had her strong leverages.
The highly confused look on Coals face brought her mind forward.
"What the hell is that?" He asked, baffled by her words.
"A driver's license?" She asked. How did he not know what a drivers license was and yet still have a kingdom. Like a child given a mansion but not the keys to the car. Emma slowly shook her head. Coal seemed to hate her response, or lack of one. "Look kid, I'm sure you have a lot on your plate."
"Stop calling me kid." Coal held a serious look on his face. "And stop trying to dictate my life choices. I don't need someone hovering over me. I'm a king, I've been one for most of my life… I have been to war, I've even…" Coal paused, realizing what he was about to spill. "I'm tired." He let his shoulders drop as he let his eyes meet hers.
"No one has told me what to do for a very, very, very long time now." He slowly looked away as he recalled his time.
"Here you still have to be the legal age to drink." Emma told him. She got up and started to make coffee while Coal sat there and watched.
Emma let her mind focus while the coffee brewed. She pulled down two cups and placed them on the counter.
"I know what it's like." She kept her back to him, but she had a feeling she had his attention.
"I may not have a kingdom, or been in a big war." Emma couldn't imagine… but she had an idea. She pored two cups of coffee before turning to find an attentive Coal. "But I know what it's like to have others look to you for answers." She took her seat and placed one of the cups in front of him. "And I know what it's like to have to fight for your life… or even fight for those you love.." she took a sip from her cup.
"The job of a savior is never done." She glanced over to the living room seeing a more sprawled out sleeping Edith. She looked back to see Coal looking down at his new drink. Possibly looking at it too hard.
"The worst part is wondering if you're even good enough, or strong enough…what if you have power and then can't control it." She smiled a little when Coal looked to her.
"The weight of responsibility doesn't measure up, huh? Feels like there's more at stake." Emma felt her own weight on her shoulders. She took in a solid breath. "Yet here we are, still fighting. Still trying to protect those we love." She smiled at him as he placed his hands around the mug she gave him.
She reached out and placed a hand over his hands. She looked him dead in the eyes, "you still can't drink until you're twenty one in this world." She whispered.
Oh how his eyes narrowed at her brightened up her morning. She patted his hand before taking it away and sipping her own coffee.
Coal couldn't believe the words that just slipped from Emma's mouth. The audacity.
"The evil is strong in you." Coal leaned in and whispered back with a hiss.
Emma's eyes popped open at his words, "did you finally watch Star Wars?" Emma asked rather excited.
If Coal could ever look dumb, "Star Wars?" He asked, he did now.
