Rebellious

Callie asked for a oneshot of Snowing asking Emma about what she was like as a teenager and being surprised by how rebellious she was.

Snow sighed as she closed Neal's bedroom door behind her. She quietly tiptoed down the stairs and into the living room where her husband and daughter were waiting for her. Or to tag in for her, she had been in there for nearly two hours.

"He's finally asleep." She told them, sounding relieved. She slumped down onto the couch beside her husband, dropping her head onto his shoulder. He kissed her head, knowing how exhausted she was. "I know tantrums can be big in the terrible twos…but our son seems to be the King of them." Snow mumbled. Charming laughed.

"Well he is a Prince, technically. He's just practicing being a royal."

"A royal pain in the butt more like." Snow added. "Boy are we in trouble when he's a teen."

"Oh yeah." Charming agreed. "He's going to be a door slammer."

"Just hope door slamming is the worst of it and you'll be ok." Emma added. Her parents looked up at her.

"What were you like as a teen Em?" Snow asked.

"Yeah, were you a little door slammer?" Charming added, grinning. Emma smirked back.

"Oh I slammed my fair share of doors, but that was on a good day." Emma stated. This got both her parents' attention.

"Go on." Snow said eagerly. They both loved hearing about Emma's childhood, the good and the bad. Emma raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? I wasn't very hero or princess like." She warned them. Charming smiled.

"I'm sure we'll cope. Please, tell us." He asked. Emma smiled, settling herself down on the chair. They asked for it.

Half an hour later and both Snow and Charming's faces were pale from hearing of the antics of their daughter. She'd ran away, got into countless fights (adults, teens, males and females- it didn't matter to Emma). That was just the tip of the iceberg. She'd stolen, including a bug that had already been stolen and of course Snow and Charming knew how that story ended. Most of it occurred when Emma had been told no.

"Boy, you sure had issues with being told what to do." Charming said, running a hand through his hair. Both he and Snow were imagining what it would have been like if they had raised a teen Emma. They knew it would have been nightmarish- even Hellish at times- but they would still trade everything to be able to go back and do it. Emma laughed.

"Yeah, that's one way of putting it." She agreed. "The way I saw it, nobody really had the right to tell me what to do. Nobody cared about me, so why should they tell me what to do?" She reasoned. "I made my own rules."

"I'm sure you did, little rebel, but I do believe it's your turn to do the dishes." Snow pointed out.

"Oh." Emma said, smiling. She got up and took both her mom and dad's plates, taking them through to the kitchen.

"And don't forget you're meant to bringing lunch tomorrow for the station!" Charming called through.

"Already done!" Emma called back. Snow gently nudged Charming.

"Do you realise something?" She whispered excitedly. Charming nodded, knowing what she was going to say.

"She does what we ask her to. She knows that we care." He said, saying what Snow was thinking. Snow grinned, kissing her husband's cheek.

"Think there's hope Neal will start listening then?" She teased.

"Maybe…if we give him a few years." Snow laughed, snuggling into his side. Emma knew they cared, and reacted to it. That was a big step, and one they greatly appreciated.