Fic: Wednesday’s Child (1/?)
Title: Wednesday’s Child
Summary: The next time Emma Swan wanted magical help, she was on her own. Because now they were stuck with a pint-sized savior who clearly had an attitude problem and a terrified but pretending not to be pre-pirate.
Spoilers: If you’re current, we’re good.
Rating/Warning: PG-13, mostly for safety. Family angst/fluff, as per usual.
Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time and its characters were created by Eddy Kitsis and Adam Horowitz and are owned by ABC. I’m just borrowing them but I’ll put them back when I’m finished!
Author’s Note: I know, I know, this trope has been done a million and one times but it’s always fun, yes? I’m already having a boatload of fun with this idea, so hopefully you will, too! Even though it may not seem like it at first blush, there will be plenty of Charming Family interaction in this piece. Feedback is a writer’s ice cream sundae! Enjoy. :)
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“Maybe this was a dumb idea.”
A mildly exasperated Regina Mills gave a slight roll of her eyes. Similar statements had fallen from Emma Swan’s lips a few times during the course of the morning, which was both vaguely frustrating and somewhat concerning.
Emma wasn’t usually so indecisive. On the other hand, she’d never before set her sights on accomplishing something so magically ambitious. A little uncertainty was to be expected in this case, Regina supposed.
A lesson Regina had learned throughout the morning was that if she didn’t quell Emma’s doubts quickly, she would have a cranky sheriff on her hands. And she did not want a cranky sheriff on her hands because a cranky sheriff would just as quickly lead to a cranky queen. “It’s not a dumb idea,” she assured Emma somewhat offhandedly. Her own attention was focused on rummaging through the trunk in her vault in an effort to find something – anything – that would help them. “Challenging, yes. A bit too sentimental, probably, but not dumb.”
Emma shot her head up from the book she’d been paging through, her eyes wide in concern. “You think it’s too sentimental?”
From his position next to his wife, Killian Jones shot Regina a warning glare. Her eye-roll reflex on overdrive, Regina huffed, “Well, of course I think it’s too sentimental but the gift isn’t for me, is it? It’s for your parents, who should own stock in Hallmark if they don’t already. Sentimental is basically your mother’s middle name. They’re going to adore it.”