Lead to dangerous actions

A guest asked for a darker oneshot involving Emma and/or Neal and suicide. A lot of people have also asked for a sequel to "Dangerous thoughts" so I've combined the two. So trigger warning of heavy suicide themes.

Emma sat perilously close to the edge of the cliff face. Just watching the dark water down below slapping against the rocks.

"I could do it." She whispered to herself. "End it all right now. They could be happy. They wouldn't need to bother with me anymore. They could forget I ever existed." For all Emma tried to convince herself she was doing this for her family, she knew a big part of her was doing this for herself. It just hurt too much. It was one thing imagining what she could have had, it was a completely different thing seeing it in action. Where her little brother got cuddles and kisses she got pain and rejection. They would be fine without her. Better than fine, they'd be happy. Her parents could focus on Neal without the guilt of her staring them straight in the face. Henry…he'd be able to get back to normal. Not have to balance between two mothers who didn't really get along. She looked back down at the ocean, preparing herself. She edged even closer, her heart pounding, counting down to its final beat…

Out of nowhere, two strong arms encircled around Emma' pulling her back quickly. Emma yelled out, trying to get away.

"Snow she's freezing." She heard her father say. Emma's heart sank. They'd found her, and for the first time she had hoped they wouldn't. Emma didn't give up her protest.

"Let me go!" She cried out, tears streaming down her face. "This is my choice! Just let me go!" No matter how hard she struggled, Emma found herself unable to escape her father's arms. The next thing she felt was her mother's warm hand against her icy cheek.

"Emma," She said softly. "Stop." Emma still struggled for a few more minutes before her fighting turned into sobs.

Charming could tell Emma was feeling pretty vulnerable just now. She was weak from exhaustion, cold and fear. He carefully picked her up in his arms.

"We need to get her home and warmed up before we do anything else." He said, beginning to move back towards the truck. He placed her in the back, and Snow slid in beside her taking her hand. Snow was frightened that if she let Emma go just now she'd try something silly again. Even if the sensible part of her brain knew Emma was in no condition to do anything just now.

"It's ok." Snow tried to assure her. "We're here." Even though Emma gave no visible sign that she had heard Snow, she hoped Emma had taken it in. She wasn't alone. Snow and Charming would never let that happen.

When they got back to the apartment, Charming again carried Emma, as she hadn't reacted at all since getting in the car. Snow went ahead of him, opening the door and assuring Red- who'd quickly come to look after Neal- that she was alright. Red could see Snow was downplaying things but didn't want to push the family just now so left for home. Charming put Emma back down on the couch, where Snow was ready with blankets to wrap her in.

"You're determined to turn yourself into a Popsicle it seems." Charming sighed, stroking Emma's cheek. For the first time since he'd pulled her off the edge of the cliff, Emma showed some sign of proper consciousness. She moved her eyes and looked up at her father. It broke Charming's heart to see how frightened she looked. "What were you doing on that cliff, ay?" He asked gently. "You could have fallen, sweetheart."

"That was the point." Emma responded quietly. "To end it all." Charming and Snow shared a worried look. Something was seriously wrong. Snow bent down beside her husband.

"Emma, why?" Snow asked, scared for her daughter. Emma shrugged. Snow reached forward and gently took Emma's chin, making Emma look at her. "Please talk to me." Snow pleaded. Emma sighed, unable to move away from her mother's gaze.

"It hurt." She whimpered. "It hurt so much inside. I just don't think I'll cope when it happens…" Emma trailed off.

"When what happens honey?" Charming prompted, wanting to get this sorted as quickly as possible.

"When you realise that you don't need to care about me anymore. You have your baby. I'm expendable now…" Emma stopped again, it all becoming too much.

"No." Snow said gently. "No Emma, that will never happen."

"Your mother's right." Charming agreed. "Emma, just because we didn't get to raise you doesn't mean you're not our daughter. It doesn't mean we care about you any less than we care about Neal."

"You say that now. Give it a few more weeks. You'll see. You'll forget all about me and I don't want to be around when that happens…"

"Emma stop." Snow interrupted her. Snow got onto the couch beside Emma, gently pulling her into a hug. Despite feeling so frightened, Emma couldn't help but seek out her mother's comfort. It was like a drug. Even though she wanted to get away from it before it was gone, she couldn't help but grab at a chance for her mother's comfort with both hands. "You are our child. We will never stop wanting you, do you hear me? And I won't let anyone hurt you, including yourself. So get comfortable, you're not leaving this apartment until I can see that you believe us." Emma didn't have the strength to reply. She simply settled down resting her head on her mother's chest. The thoughts were still there, slithering about her head and making her insides freeze over, but she wouldn't let them win now. She would fight for her parents.