Hello all. I should be updating my other story, but this little ditty popped into my head, danced a jig and refused to leave until I got it down. Based of the previews for 4X15. The OutlawQueen reunion I hope for, but doubt I'm going to get this early in the season. As always, enjoy and please leave comments, questions, and criticisms. Also, I'm playing with what happens to August in the cabin and hope to get that down before we see what really happens and my judgement gets clouded. :)


Regina sat on the fallen tree deep in the woods and stared at the arrow, his arrow, marking the town line. She knew he'd come, he came every week, every week a little deeper in. So did she: Every week she watched him looking for any sign of a way back to her. Every week she watched him leave, defeated. The first time there paths crossed had been complete coincidence, she'd gone of the path of her usual run and her pounding heart practically leapt out of her chest and she clung to the tree she leaned against to keep her from rushing towards him. That was before she had a way back.

Once she knew the scroll would work, she tucked it in her coat, but couldn't bring herself to cross the line that kept them apart. Each week she hoped that he would give up, return to the life she gave up her happiness in order to give him. It appeared, however, his heart was as resilient and as stubborn as her own.

She ventured closer to him each time, they would be a breath apart but he could have been miles away: he looked right through her. It was enough for Regina's nerve to falter each time; enough for her to retreat to a safer distance and wait for him to leave her sight.

Today was different. She'd spent the last two nights with Maleficent, Ursula, Cruella, and then Gold joined the party and everything changed. She was convincing them that she was someone she prayed she would never be again. She was exhausted, hungover, and if she was being honest with herself, Regina was scared. She still wasn't sure how she managed to get Pinocchio away from Gold while keeping her cover intact. It was all a blur, but she had woken up on the floor of Geppetto's workshop, laying across Emma's lap with the headache from hell, and the father that should have killed her where she lay was thanking her for saving his boy. She was trying to piece it together when Robin faithfully appeared.

There was no second guessing this time; she needed him. It was the only thought in her head as she crossed the barrier that kept them apart. "Robin," her voice was broken, its vulnerability surprising her. She wasn't sure he'd heard her. She cleared her throat to try again when Robin turned. He crashed into her before she saw him move, pulling her almost painfully against him. Regina breathed him in, grasping desperately at his arms, back, every part she could reach. His hand was in her hair almost instantly, weaving his fingers through her locks and, Gods how she missed the security of that simple gesture.

"Regina," he finally managed to breathe against her skin. The sound of her name on his lips only made her cling tighter. Robin was glad for it, her body trembling against his made this real. He told himself this was the last time. The last time he would leave his son with the woman who had been his wife a lifetime ago and try to return to the one that held his heart. He'd started on the highway all those weeks ago when he began this foolish endeavor to find a weakness the magical barrier that would let him through. Each time since he had traveled deeper and deeper into the woods, yet the fog remained. And it remained still, he realized pulling Regina away just enough to see her face. "How are you here?" he asked and then, "You've a way back." Because as much as he knew she loved him, she would never leave her son.

Regina nodded slightly against the hand that cupped her cheek. She didn't trust her voice just yet. Thankfully, she didn't need it. Robin pressed his lips gently to hers and everything vanished but the overwhelming love she had for this man who refused to give her up.

Their lips parted slowly, neither eager to lose the contact, but the need for air eventually won out. Robin took half a step back, still holding her at the elbows, and finally, fully took her in. She was real; she was here; she was broken. He had a thousand questions, but could voice none. "I come here every Sunday," he blurted out suddenly. "This was going to be the last time." The weight of it hit him and for a moment he looked like he'd been punched. This time. If he hadn't come this one last time…

"I know." Robin's eyes widened at her confession. "I saw you a few weeks ago. I was hoping you'd give up but, you are so damn persistent." Her words came out breathy and rushed in an embarrassed and shy smile. She hated herself for not going to him sooner; she hated herself more for going to him today. "I wanted you to forget me. I wanted you to get your happy ending."

"Then, why? Why today?" Robin was angry and he couldn't hide it. He knew what Regina had sacrificed for him and his family, but she did not get to choose how their story ended on her own.

"Purely selfish." Her voice was so small, so tired. Regina tried to turn away, to hide the tears that were threatening to fall.

"Regina." His grip on her tightened, still gentle but forcing his point. How could she not reveal herself sooner? How could she not see that he merely existed without her in his arms? He didn't want to hurt her, he needed her to understand that her forcing them apart was killing him as much as it was her. He wanted her to know he felt the emptiness he saw in her eyes. But his resolve was gone the moment she closed the small space between them and melted into his embrace.

"I needed you to tell me I'm okay," she whispered, tucking her face into his neck. Robin felt the warmth of her tears.

"You're clearly not," he rubbed his hand up and down her back, massaged the back of her neck with the other. "Tell me what's going on. Regina, let me help you," he pleaded softly.

"You are." She let herself be held, her own little sanctuary in the forest. Regina wanted more than anything to stay here, with him, safe. She knew there time was limited, though, and she wanted to make the most of it. "Walk with me?" They made it less than a mile, talking casually about their sons, his life outside the town, hers within, when Robin casually waved the scroll at her.

"Is this it?"

"How did—"

"Thief," his smile brought hers.

"You can't come back me."

"Like, hell I can't."

"It's not safe right now, Robin. I won't risk your life."

"My life is my life to risk, Regina. You don't get to decide how and when I love you!" He'd never raised his voice to her; it stopped Regina in her tracks and gave Robin the seconds he needed to read the scroll. The fog lifted instantly, revealing the expanse of forest that led to their home.

"I don't know if I can keep you safe in there." Regina snatched the scroll from his hands, but she could tell it was too late. He'd lifted the veil, as it were. She'd never keep him away now.

"You can't keep me safe out here either." He took her hands and backed up over the line, pulling her with him. Arms outstretched before her, Regina stood her ground attempting to pull him back towards her. Strong as she was, she had no magic here and Robin knew she was no physical match for her. His frustration grew at her continued attempts to keep him 'safe,' to keep him away. "Damn it Regina, you're not going back without me." He pulled her roughly to him. Regina lost her footing and fell into him, knocking them both back. She landed on top of him, the magic vibrating through her told her they had crossed the line and were back in Storybrooke.

"I can incinerate you now, you know." The devilish grin on her face, that made so many run in fear, made Robin laugh outright.

"I'll take my chances." He pulled her down to him and kissed her deeply. "You're not getting rid of me."

"Promise you'll be careful." She curled into his side, head on his chest. Regina was relieved that he had made this decision for her. She never could have asked him to return with her, to leave whatever life he had started building. No matter how much she wanted him to, needed him to.

"If you do the same." Robin fingers returned to their rightful place in her hair. There were so many things he needed to do: Contact Marion, arrange for Roland, find his Men, and he still had no idea what new evil had brought Regina to him this fateful Sunday. All of that could wait however, as Regina was quickly slipping into sleep on the forest floor beside him. Just for this moment, before everything was sure to be turned upside down, he would enjoy the feel of her relaxed against him and the satisfaction that his presence had brought her this brief peace.