The greatest security
A guest asked for a oneshot of a daddy Charming version of chapter 185.
Again Emma dashed into the station's bathroom to throw up. Charming sighed. He didn't know why she came in today. When she came out and staggered back to her desk her face was grey.
"Emma, go home." Charming told her. "You're just going to make yourself feel worse." Emma shook her head with determination. She didn't want to leave her dad to do everything by himself. Besides, if she was being honest with herself she felt better knowing that he was there with her when she was sick. But she would never tell him that.
"You can't man the station by yourself. I'll be alright." She slurred. She felt like death. Her head was hammering and her whole body was on fire. She was shaking too- and trying her best to hide it from her dad. But of course he had notice.
By eleven o'clock Charming had had enough. He knew he couldn't leave Storybrooke without some sort of police force, but he could not and would not leave Emma on her own like this, and Snow was out with Ella and Alex all day. He picked up the phone and dialled the diner's number.
"Hello Red? Yes, just the person I wanted to talk to. Emma's not well and I'm taking her home, would you mind manning the station?" Emma's head shot up she mouthed the word no over to her father, shaking her head. Charming just held his hand up, telling her to stop. "Thanks Red, you still have your spare key?...great. I owe you one." Charming hung up and looked over at Emma. "There. Red is taking over for the day. I'm taking you home."
"You don't have to do that." Emma grumbled. "I'm fine." Charming rolled his eyes and got up from his desk and walked over to Emma. He extended his hand to her.
"Come on kiddo. Off we go." Emma looked down, embarrassed.
"I can't get up." She said quietly. "If I stand up I'll throw up again." Charming's heart went out to his daughter. She looked so fragile.
"Well that's easy to sort out." Charming bent down and very carefully picked her up.
"Who, what are you doing?" Emma said, panicking.
"I'm picking you up so you don't have to walk back to the car." He explained.
"But I'm worried I'll throw up on you." Emma whimpered. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she liked being held by her dad. It made her feel better- safer. She didn't want to ruin it by throwing up on him, what if he got mad? But rather than looking disgusted, Charming just chuckled.
"Emma, if you throw up on me, you throw up on me. I'm more concerned about getting you home and making you feel better, ok?"
"Ok." Emma said quietly. She cuddled into the security of her father's chest, wishing she'd been able to do this hours ago.