This chapter is for AnarchyDay with the prompt: "Can you please do one where Emma accidentally curses herself, making her super clumsy and accident prone, and ends up messing things up for her wife during a meeting or something like that?!"

Emma walked downstairs, yawning. Why did Regina have to schedule a meeting so early? Granted, it was 9:30 in the morning, but still.

Grabbing a cup, Emma poured herself some coffee. She winced at how strong it was before blindly reaching to her right and pouring in creamer.

Emma watched as the coffee turned a purplish-brown color. Did Regina get new creamer and not tell her? Shrugging, Emma took a drink. If it wasn't supposed to be drunk, it wouldn't be on the counter.

"You ready to go?" Regina asked, walking into the kitchen.

"Why is it so early?" Emma asked, finishing off her coffee cup.

"Because if I'm going to deal with the dwarfs, I'd like to do it early," Regina said. "That way it won't entirely ruin my day."

Emma chuckled before turning to put her mug in the sink. The mug slipped from her hand and hit the floor, shattering into a million pieces.

"Dang it," Emma said. "I liked that mug."

"Maybe you shouldn't have dropped it," Regina said, smirking. Emma rolled her eyes before crouching down to pick up the broken pieces.

She stood up and threw them away before walking towards the front door. "Let's go deal with some dwarfs."

The meeting was going pretty well. The dwarfs were being civil, except for Leroy. But that was usual for him, so Regina didn't think much of it.

"Emma, would you mind grabbing the papers on my desk for me?" Regina asked.

Emma nodded before getting up and walking over to Regina's desk. She picked up the pile of papers and went to walk back to Regina. Looking back at the situation, it was funny. But at the time, it was a total disaster. Emma tripped on her own shoe, falling to the floor and dropping all of the papers that she was holding.

"Emma!" Regina exclaimed. She stood up and walked quickly over to where Emma was sprawled on the floor. "Are you okay?"

"Peachy," Emma said, getting up off of the floor. "I'll gather all of these papers."

"Don't worry about it," Regina said. "They weren't that important anyway. I'll get them later." She reached out her hand, pulling Emma to her feet. They walked back to the table, and Regina took a seat.

Emma went to sit down in her chair, and missed completely. She fell to the floor, cursing when she landed hard on her butt.

"You okay sister?" Leroy asked. "You seem to be having some problems."

"I'm fine," Emma said, lifting herself back up into her chair. "Just a little more accident prone than usual today I guess."

Regina looked at her skeptically before continuing with the meeting.

Emma started getting bored after 5 more minutes, so she started playing with her pen. Regina was about to scold her for not paying attention when the pen burst, spraying ink all over Emma's hands.

Regina covered her mouth to keep from laughing. Emma groaned. "What the hell is going on?"

"Let's continue this meeting some other time," Regina said, standing up from the table. "It seems the Savior needs some saving."

After cleaning Emma off (which took a very long time considering every time Emma tried walking she would trip) Regina took her home.

"I have no idea what is going on," Emma said. "I've never been this accident prone in my entire life."

"Did anything unusual happen this morning?" Regina asked.

"Not that I can think of," Emma said. "I had my usual cup of coffee. Although the color looked a little strange."

"What do you mean?" Regina asked.

"It was too bitter, so I put some creamer in," Emma said. "Don't know why it had a purple tint to it though. Did you buy some new stuff?"

Regina's eyes widened before she burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" Emma asked.

"You must have put my potion in your coffee instead of creamer," Regina said. "I created it as an April Fool's gift for your mother, and I knew that I put it down somewhere. Guess now we know where I set it down at."

Emma's jaw dropped. "You cursed me?"

"Technically, you cursed yourself," Regina said. "I didn't force you to drink it."

Emma glared at her. "How long until it wears off?"

"Good question," Regina said. "Your mother was going to be my guinea pig when I gave it to her. But it looks like you get the job instead."

Emma picked up a pillow and threw it at Regina. She missed by several inches and ended up hitting a vase instead, sending it tumbling towards the ground.

Regina gasped before reaching out and catching it, right before it hit the ground. She breathed a sigh of relief before setting it gently back in its place.

"I think that it would be safer if you didn't touch anything right now," Regina said. "Don't want any more broken items in the house."

Emma huffed before crossing her arms. "Stupid potion."

A funny chapter for a sad day. My thoughts and prayers are with everyone who lost someone close to them in the attacks of 9/11. We will never forget those who died.