Fighting for her
Jade Star asked for a oneshot of the morning after Emma vanishes from becoming the Dark One, the whole crew are in Granny's trying to work out what to do. Granny finds Emma's jacket and gives it to them to remind them to keep fighting.
"This is hopeless!" Hook yelled, banging his fist off the table causing all the cutlery to scatter. "We are never going to get Swan back just sitting here drinking tea."
"Would you calm down guyliner?" Regina snapped. "What exactly is your great plan? Run into the ocean and hope to find a mermaid to transport us? Because mermaids have really worked out well for us in the past haven't they?"
"Well I don't see how this is helping. Remember as you cosy up to your forest dweller Emma is somewhere unknown because she saved your life-"
"Don't be so harsh." Robin warned him. "It's not Regina's fault. She didn't ask Emma to do anything so I suggest-"
"Stop it! Stop the fighting!" Henry demanded. "Fighting certainly won't help." Hook bit his tongue from saying that perhaps what might have helped would have been the Author's pen, but he couldn't snap at the boy. He was more heartbroken than any of them.
"Henry's right, we need to work together, it's what Emma would have told us to do." Charming said. "We need a plan before we charge off anywhere."
"Well I don't see how sitting here moping counts as planning." Hook snarled.
"You think you're the only one dealing with emotions Hook? We just lost our daughter- again." Snow said, the emotions still far too raw to be dealing with Hook's temper. "So if you're here to help then unless you have a proper suggestion pipe down."
"Here's a proper suggestion. What we actually need to be doing is-"
"What you need to be doing, is working together." The first calm voice came from beside the crowded booth. The voice belonged to Granny, who now stood at the booth holding a familiar red leather jacket- Emma's. She laid it on the table where the group sat. Nobody touched it, all to frightened of the emotions it might bring; be it fear, guilt, pain or other. "I was going to give this to you anyway. On the night she disappeared Emma left this here before rushing off to the Apprentice's aid. She'll be wanting this back, wherever she is. It's her favourite jacket. Use it as a motive to keep fighting. Not amongst each other, but for Emma." Granny then walked away, leaving the group in a stunned silence. She was right. Flaring tempers was not the way forward. They all had to keep one thing, or rather one person, in mind: Emma.