A/N: Why hello there! Before you read this there are some things you need to know:

1. This particular story is set the after the (1st) curse ended, and pretty soon after MM and Emma went to the Enchanted Forest. The reason I didn't put this in the summary is because if this becomes a series of one-shots, the settings might be a little sporadic.

2. Oops, I suppose I already spoiled this bit, oh well I'll say it anyways; If you guys respond (review, follow, fav) and show me that you're interested, this will almost certainly become a series of one-shots. I already have some ideas for other stories involving other characters that stick to the same basic premise as this one. . .of course they won't be exactly the same, how boring would that be. On another note, I won't deny that I love to hear your opinions on my stories, so please review and tell me what is good and what could be better.

3. Finally, in case you haven't already guessed, I don't own Once Upon a Time; I just absolutely love it.


'Congratulations! You've just won 10,000 $$$! Click here to claim your prize!'

Mary Margaret squinted to make sure she wasn't misreading her computer screen. . .ten-thousand dollars? She hadn't been that lucky since she was—well, since she was still back in the Enchanted Forest! Even more unusually she had done nothing to earn the prize, not even enter a contest; the fortuitous message had simply appeared when she opened up her online browser.

And yet— there was no mistake, she had read correctly. Perhaps some kind soul from outside of Storybrooke sent gifts to random recipients, giving away a sort of. . .happy ending to whomever they could.

If that was the case then who was she to turn down their generosity?

Snow bit the inside of her cheek in a last fleeting moment of doubt. Her mouse hovered directly above the pop-up's 'OK' button. Finally, she smiled softly and clicked.

Then, all hell broke loose.

The computer screen instantly flashed from the Moogle homepage (complete with a cow mascot) into a malevolent black and white frownie face. The speakers blared in a single long 'bleeeep'.

Mary Margaret just sat there, stunned, staring deep into the pixelated eyes of her possessed computer. For a longer moment than she would care to admit, she did absolutely nothing—just panicked, eyes growing ever wider. Then, as if she was coming out of a trance, the princess/outlaw/school-teacher flew out of her chair and backed nervously away from the laptop.

Something, maybe a memory from the time when she was still on the run, resurfaced in her mind: If something seems too good to be true then it probably is.

"Charming?!" she called, more out of instinct than anything; her gaze remained glued to the computer even when she had reached the opposite end of the room.

Suddenly, her cry was answered; David came bursting from the bedroom in a full sprint, still sporting his boxers and a white undershirt. . .and a sword.

"What is it?" his tone was urgent, and he quickly went to stand in front of Snow with his blade at the ready —searching for whatever was endangering his true love.

"Umm—" Mary Margaret wasn't expecting his arrival to be so quick. . .or volatile. "I-I think that someone cursed our computer," she managed to spit out.

The solution seemed obvious to David, who advanced toward the laptop and raised his sword as if to split the troublesome device literally right between the eyes.

"Wait!" Snow caught her husband's arm a second before the computer would've met it's untimely demise. "There has to be another way," she insisted, voice teetering on the edge of hysteria. Brand new computers didn't exactly grow on trees, and she was a teacher for goodness sake not a queen. . .well, not exactly.

"But, it could be dangerous, what if-" Charming's voice lowered until it was nearly a whisper, "what if Regina did this?"

Mary Margaret softened at the prince's concern and had to suppress a smile as she looked up at him. "David, you know she's trying to turn over a new leaf, and I think that we should-"

"So you're just going to trust her? After everything she's done, a-after all the chances we gave her?"

"What's going on?" a hoarse call rang through the air, and soon Emma came into view—wincing at the bright morning light as she tromped down the stairs.

"Nothing, we can handle it." Snow felt some semblance of maternal instincts kick in as she spoke, but clearly her daughter wasn't having any of it. Emma was going to stay her course—albeit groggily—until she reached her destination.

Once she stopped, smack dab between Charming and Snow, she stared incredulously at the computer while her parents exchanged glances over her shoulder.

"You're kidding right?"

"What?" Charming went on the defense, taking a step back from the now very annoyed looking woman.

"You're computer has a virus, and you thought you would solve the problem with that?" she nodded at the sword.

"We, um, thought it was a curse. . ." Snow tried lamely, "What's a- a virus again?" She assumed Emma wasn't talking about a disease.

"It's something that hackers—er, kinda like internet magicians—make so that-" Emma sighed and rolled her eyes when she saw the blank expressions on her parents' faces, "You know what? Never mind. I'll just fix it."

Mary Margaret noticeably relaxed and David grinned.

"Thanks Kid," were his parting words as he went to help his wife make a morning batch of hot cocoa.

It was all Emma could do not to face-palm at the ridiculous, cheesy, borderline sitcom-esque dramatics she had just witnessed.

But somehow. . .it felt good. No, more than that— it felt like family.

OOOOOOOOOO

That night, Emma was in the middle of installing new anti-virus software to Lucifer (as she had dubbed the laptop), when a curious thought occurred to her.

"Mary Margaret?" she peered around the wall into the kitchen, "How'd you get that virus anyways?"

Snow turned pink, and made certain not to meet her daughter's eyes—she suddenly seemed very interested in the carrot she was chopping.

"Well, I-I thought that I had won, um, a prize. That's all."

Emma held back a snicker, though not managing to stop her grin, and went back to working on the computer.

Maybe her family did have a chance at being a little normal. After all, she basically had to teach her mom how to use a computer. . .

Or at least how not to.