Familiar drunk
lynnebug01 asked for a oneshot of Emma walking along with her parents one night when she bumps into an old foster father. They get into a fight.
It was a fairly mild February night, but with both March and spring just around the corner this wasn't too surprising. The family were just walking home from an impromptu dinner at Granny's when he appeared. Emma wouldn't have recognised him if he hadn't spoken directly to her. She would have just assumed he was just another town resident who'd had a little too much to drink that night. But he wasn't just another drunk- he and Emma had history.
"Well well well!" He slurred. "If it isn't little Emma Swan. Aren't you all grown up!" He finished with a sickening giggle that Emma remembered all too well. She suddenly felt like someone had dropped a bag of stones in the pit of her stomach. She spun around and stared at the man.
"How," she growled "are you here?" The man shrugged, clumsily making his way to his unstable feet. "I just found my way here. Maybe it was fate, ay Emma? Bringing us back together." He grinned, exposing a mouth filled with rotted teeth. Emma tried to launch herself at the man but Charming caught her round the middle and held her back.
"Woh there! Emma, who is this man? What's going on?"
"He was my Foster dad." Emma answered her dad when she had calmed down enough. "He was a drunken mess back then too. Pushed kids downstairs for fun." At this Charming let Emma go only to attack the disgusting pig himself. Snow too was joining in.
"Hey!" The man bellowed, trying to defend himself. "You can't just attack a man in the street!"
"I can when they hurt my daughter!" Charming yelled throwing another punch at his jaw. The man was just able to dodge the fist, but was looking up at the family in shock.
"Your daughter?" He asked. "How is that-" He had to stop when Snow booted him hard in the stomach.
"None of your damn business." She snarled. She tugged at Emma's shoulder. She could see how distressing this was for her. "Come on, we'll leave your dad to deal with this scumbag. We'll go home." Snow had to hold Emma up by the shoulders and partially pull her along. Emma stared back in shock as her dad pulled her old Foster father up by the scruff of the neck, presumably to lead him to the station. Emma didn't really want to know what was happening, just as long as she never saw him again.