One arm down
A guest asked for a oneshot of Emma breaking her arm and being frustrated because she needs Snow and Charming's help to do everything.
Emma groaned in frustration as she once again tried to tug her pyjama top over her head. Who knew casts could be so infuriating?! She heard a soft knock at the door.
"Need a little hand in there?" Emma held her mother ask.
"No." Emma called back. "I'm go- Holy mother of!" Emma cursed when she put her arm at just the wrong angle.
"Sure doesn't sound like it!" Snow called, worried. Emma sighed.
"Alright fine. I need help." She said, defeated. Snow quietly slipped into the room. She gave Emma a small smile.
"Emma, don't get upset. We all need a little help sometimes." She said, grabbing a loose jumper for her daughter. Emma rolled her eyes as Snow came over with the jumper.
"Whatever. Just close your eyes when you're putting it on, ok?" Emma told her. Snow raised an eyebrow.
"Sorry, do you think you came out of me fully clothed? I've already seen everything. Even the little birthmark on your…"
"Yes, thank you for that image I didn't need." Emma cut in. "But I'm fairly sure things have changed a little bit since then so just close your eyes, please?"
"As the princess wishes." Snow humoured her, closing her eyes. With a bit of gentle manoeuvring Snow managed to help Emma change into the jumper. "There." Snow said, opening her eyes. "I've made you some toast downstairs. Nothing that requires a knife and fork for you until that cast is off." Snow said with a smile. Emma resisted the urge to sigh again. You trip over one baby toy and boom. Weeks of frustration. She got up with her mom and walked down to the kitchen, taking the plate of toast. At least there was one good thing about today- she was going back to the station.
"Morning partner." Charming greeted her, coming in and placing Neal in his highchair.
"Morning. It's Wednesday, so that means forest patrol day. We still having some of the animals who were made human hiding in there?" Charming looked down sheepishly.
"Um, Emma. You're not going out on patrol with me." He said, knowing Emma wouldn't take the news well. Emma nearly choked on the bit of toast she had in her mouth.
"What?" She shrieked, crumbs spraying everywhere.
"Emma, your arm is still weak. You can't go running about a forest! Besides, it's your trigger hand. You won't be able to defend yourself if we get separated. Sorry Em, but you're no desk duty."
"You said yourself it's my trigger hand that's in this cast. You know it's also my writing hand. I can't do any paperwork. I'll be better off trying to catch people." Emma tried to persuade him. Charming wasn't taken in.
"Yes, but you can type with your left hand. Your choice is desk job or staying at home." Charming told her.
"Fine." Emma grumbled, grabbing her jacket. "Desk it is." She hated being cooped up in the house all day. At least the station would be a slight change of scenery.
"Do you need a hand with that jack-"
"I've got it!" Emma called back, wanting to do something alone. She walked out the house to wait at the car for her dad. When she was gone Snow and Charming shared a look.
"You know as soon as you're gone she'll find something to do outside right?" Snow pointed out.
"Of course. It's what you'd do, it's what I'd do. Don't worry, I've asked Red to keep an eye on her." Snow reached up and kissed her husband.
"Well done super dad. Now go on, before she tries to drive off." Charming chuckled as he went out to go to work…and he and Snow were both right. Within ten minutes of Charming leaving the station he'd gotten a text from Red to say Emma was patrolling.