Annoying as Hell: I'm sure the writers of the show will have Regina go overboard with what she saw, perhaps getting Kathryn involved?

Klista Fox & 013bela: Mr. Gold isn't in this chapter. He will be in the next chapter. I'm actually nervous on writing his part. I just can't get into his head and he is my favorite character as well. I do hope that Baelfire has a bigger role, hell I feel like writing him in the story XD

Ravenclaw992: Regina is annoying, but it just wouldn't be her, I mean could you picture her going to every door and giving out dumplings? Or even asking, "Cake or death?" XD

Regina: "Yes... yes...this is a fertile land and we shall thrive. We will rule over all this land and call it.. ... Storybrooke."

Rumplestiltskin: "I think we should call it your grave!"

Regina: "Ah, curse your sudden, but inevitable betrayal!"

Rumplestilitskin:"Ah ha ha ha, mine is an evil laugh! Now Die!"

Thank you guys for your reviews, I do enjoy them!

Unexpected Love

Mary Margaret Blanchard stared baffled at Emma Swan from her couch as she slowly processed the information that was being mentioned. Ask to work for Mr. Gold. The suggestion just didn't make sense. Probably because she never thought that she would have to. Teaching was her passion. And now Regina had taken that from her. David was split away from her. And now her roommate wanted to ask Mr. Gold for servicing? Preposterous! The blonde could tell the idea wasn't what she wanted to hear. Hell, she herself didn't like it either. But she didn't want to see her friend beg to Regina, like her life depended on it. "Listen, either you ask Mr. Gold for work or you have two choices. One, you beg your ass off to the mayor or two, you live out on the streets." Mary's head slumped. If she wasn't so foolish to jump in a relationship with David, none of this would be happening.

Emma rose to her feet from the sofa. "You don't have to ask today. I think you need to loosen up and have some fun. I don't like seeing you depressed. You need to be your cheery self again." The blonde considered taking her friend out drinking. Most of the time alcohol makes a situation better, besides chocolates and cheesy romance movies. Though she wasn't sure if Ms. Blanchard had a taste for strong alcohol. The woman dressed like she was from the nunnery. That's when a new idea popped in her head. "Tonight, you and I are going out dancing." Mary's head bounced up in a flash. "I don't…dance…that's not my kind of…scene." Emma nodded. "I know. You have to step out of your comfort zone. If you do, you can adapt to things that are not much simpler." Before Mary Margaret could protest, the blonde left the brunette alone in the apartment. It was a good time to buy new outfits for such an intriguing event.

Emma saved up some money and now she was going to buy two dresses. It wasn't what she intentionally planned for it, but her friend was in deep need of help and hopefully tonight will assist with that. And though she should be working, today didn't need a sheriff. There wasn't any real mischief in the town, except for the mayor and the pawnbroker. Plus, she herself needed a time away or she would find herself killing Regina and arresting herself proudly for it. Though she was sure, the townspeople would probably throw her a congratulations party. A small smile crept upon her face to the thought. Two dresses caught her eye as began passing by a store window. She walked inside and browsed through the racks. One dress was purple, slink, length just above the knees, with a higher neck line that just barely showed cleavage and a couple inches of sleeves that would cover halve of the upper arm. Perfect for Mary Margaret. Picking out her roommate's size, she picked up another dress for herself. It was the same as the other one but had no sleeves and colored light green. Bringing them to the cashier, she paid in cash and hurriedly back to the apartment.

Mary gaped at herself in the mirror to the purple dress that Emma had purchased. It hugged her body nicely as it showed off her curves. She wouldn't admit it but she liked what she saw, even though she would ever wear something like this. "Remember, we're going out of the safe zone." The brunette was startled by Emma that was now standing behind her. "By the way you will make heads turn." The blonde playfully joked as she herself was dressed in her new outfit. "You really think so?" Mary Margaret asked as she herself settled down. She didn't think that she had the body to make men ogle. She was wasn't very thin or lean like Emma nor Ruby, who seemed to have all the attention, especially when Liam Whales couldn't stop drooling over her on their date. "I know so. Come on." The roommates left the apartment in the Volkswagen to a small club in town. It seemed to be the only one in Storybrooke.

Music blared inside the building. Different colored lights flashed about. Body heat filled up area. Crowds of people were scattered everywhere as they danced, not caring about anyone or anything around them. That had made it difficult to squeeze through to get to the bar. The two friends luckily found two open seats that were unoccupied. As they sat down, Ruby strolled over to them and wrapped her arms around the two girls as she stood between them. "Mary Margaret Blanchard wearing a slinky dress at a club sitting at the bar, am I dreaming?" The long haired brunette asked, astonished at the sight. "It's an experiment to get Mary out of her comfort zone." Emma responded as she called for the bartender. "Put it on my tab." Ruby told the server behind the bar. "I'll bet she's a light weight." The brunette joked as she got lost in the crowd to dance. "She will have a shot of vodka." A small shot glass was placed in front of Mary and filled it to the rim with the clear liquor. "What about you?" Emma shook her head. "It's not about me tonight, besides someone has to catch you not falling." She teased. Mary stared at the alcohol. Rarely if never, she ever drank hard liquor. Quickly she took chug of it. Her expression grimaced from the taste. Emma thought the brunette would spit it out. "Ugh, that is strong." The blonde signal to the bartender and he refilled her glass. After five shots of the one hundred proof vodka, Mary was feeling the results, she was feeling…good. Emma could tell as she watched her friend almost slip off of the stool. "How are you feeling?" Mary smiled a bit. "I feel blurry, no I see a little blurriness…you know what? I don't need Dawid. Nope. I have this here wodka." She held the empty glass in her hand and pointed to it. Her words were beginning to slur. "Oh! Let's wance!" The now drunken girl stumbled a bit as she rose from the barstool and grabbed Emma's wrist and led her onto the dance floor. She didn't know how to dance but her body was moving to the beat of the music.

As closing hours was reaching to the end, Emma decided it was time to leave. As they left the club, the blonde helped Mary walk. "I have to wank you bor vis night." The smell of alcohol sat heavily in her breath. As they neared the car, the blonde let her roommate go to unlock the doors. The end of Mary's high heel caught in a hole in the sidewalk. It snapped, having a chain reaction of a falling drunk. Mary picked up her shoe and laughed hysterically at her now broken heel, not even caring about her now scrapped knees. Emma couldn't help but let out a small laugh at the display. Helping her friend off of the cement, she aided her in the passenger seat and headed home to put her to bed.