A/N: I know I have two unfinished NCIS/Jibbs stories but my muse was fixated on this tumblr prompt so I had to go along with it.

OQ Prompt: Robin chooses obligation over love and everyone is miserable because of it because everyone is trying to do the right thing. It's a few weeks later when Robin gets into an accident. He wakes up to a complete different life. One where he chose love over obligation.

It will be three chapters long, the first two are posted on my tumblr (the link is in my profile), the third is in the work. A big shout-out to Tbuddah, my wonderful beta.

This one is Robin's POV with Lana Del Rey's version of Once Upon A Dream as a soundtrack.

Part 1 : Once Upon A Dream

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The regular, and frankly quite annoying sound, is the first thing he becomes aware of as he slowly regains consciousness. His eyelids feel too heavy to be lifted just yet so he tries to focus on what he hears and smells and...why on Earth does his head feel like it's been trampled over by a dozen very hefty animals? Or like he has been drinking way too much of that awful beverage Friar Tuck calls alcohol, but really doesn't deserve that name after having tasted what this new world has to offer. His personal favorite has become whiskey, and it isn't at all because it makes him think of her, no, not at all.

His thoughts are straying in a dangerous direction, a perilous place, so he pulls himself back to the present, reminds himself that he's trying to figure out why he is lying on a very different bed from the one in which he usually sleeps, why he is nursing the mother of all headaches.

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That sound again. It seems to echo a memory of not too long ago. It takes him a few minutes, time to rack his sluggish mind, before he can recall where he heard that noise before. The hospital, the place where they brought Little John as he was turning into a flying beast, the place where they tried to protect Princess Snow White and her child. Now that he thinks about it, it explains the clean smell around him, the bright light he can make out as his eyelids begin cooperating.

He remembers being told that the equipment making this sound is a heart monitor, to record a patient's heart rate, to be able to intervene if it becomes too slow, too fast or irregular. He had other things to worry about at the time, so he hadn't paid much attention, but now he is wondering why he would need such a thing.

That's when he remembers. He had been drinking alone in that shabby place called The Rabbit Hole. Probably too much, or maybe too little if he can still remember it. He was once again trying to convince himself he had made the right choice when Marian came back from the past. Trying to convince himself that breaking the heart of a woman, a woman who had known far too much pain, enough pain to last anyone several lifetimes, was a small price to pay to have his wife back, alive and well. What a load of bullshit that was!

But what could he have done? Marian was his wife, they had made vows to one another and...what is the point of rehashing this now?

He had been in the Rabbit Hole, staggered outside trying to make his way back to his camp, but apparently not paying enough attention to his surroundings. The next thing he knew, he was crossing the street, headlights were blinding him, tires screeching in his ears, and then there was pain, pain like he hadn't known in a very long time, if ever, and then nothing, darkness all around him.

A car, those contraptions people of this world use as means of transportation, had hit him, and from the few things he had heard, remembers seeing, he is probably very lucky to be alive.

He is finally able to open his eyes, blinks several times as the harsh, white lights greet him. His whole body feels heavy. He can see his left leg is elevated and covered in some kind of boot that leaves his toes free. He tries to move his hand to touch it but he can't, and looking down, he realises it is because someone is using it as a pillow. Not just any someone either. Even if her face is mostly covered, he'd recognize her hair anywhere. He frowns, wonders if he is imagining it, but the brown tresses appear to be longer than the last time he had seen her. He can't have been unconscious that long?

He watches her for a while. He has always loved being able to just watch her, committing every feature to memory to feast on when they aren't together. He has been doing a lot of that lately, with very little new material to go on as they seem to make it their mission to avoid each other. He will take this opportunity to look upon her as long as he can, and try to ignore his guilt knowing there is no way she could be comfortable in that position.

A few moments pass before he questions why she is here at all, not that he isn't glad, but it doesn't make sense. He had left her, alone and heartbroken in her office, barely a day after she had told him of a second chance she had let go of all those years ago only to find again, their second chance. He had left her, telling her that no matter his feelings for her, he now had his wife back. A wife he pledged vows to long before he knew what it really meant to love, to have your heart so full it could burst, to be so connected to someone that their pain made you cry and their joy made you weep.

He lets out a shaky breath recalling that moment, the moment he had told her he was choosing Marian. He knew he had to flee her office, knew he had never been able to bear seeing her cry, knew he wasn't strong enough. If he had seen her tears he would have turned back, taken her in his arms, his vows, his honor be damned, because how could he become part of the list of people to hurt this amazing woman, hurt her so much she no longer felt worthy of love?

They had spent the days, weeks that followed, avoiding each other at all costs. Her family, her friends, they rallied around her, even when she would adamantly say she didn't need anyone to protect her.

If she is here, does it mean she has forgiven him? Could they work something out so that they could still be in each other's lives, still see each other without it feeling like his heart is squeezed so tightly in his chest he can't breathe?

She stirs, and he holds his breath, it seems he will get his answer sooner than he expected. She slowly straightens herself up, her right hand brushing her hair away from her face while her left still holds his in a tight grip. It takes her a moment to notice he is observing her intently.

When she finally does, she smiles widely, her eyes filling with tears, and his name escapes her mouth in a shaky, questioning whisper, as if doubting he is right there in front of her. Her left hand raises from his coming to rest upon his cheek, caressing it slowly as he leans into her palm. A glimmer catches his eye, and he takes her hand to look at it more closely. There, on her ring finger, is a beautiful diamond and emerald band, a band that looks a lot like an engagement ring.

When did that happen?

He must have been looking at it longer than he thought because she chuckles lightly, startling him from his confused haze.

"I still have trouble believing a thief could offer me something as beautiful as this ring. Remember when I accused you of having stolen it? You looked so offended." She says, and despite the fact that he has absolutely no recollection of what she is talking about, he can't seem to care. Instead he feels relieved that he is apparently the one who gave it to her.

"How..." He tries to speak but his voice is so raspy from being unused it causes a coughing spell, sends a wave of pain through him.

"Don't push yourself, you've been in a coma for 3 days," she explains as she gets him an ice chip. "You were in a car accident, had a concussion, several broken ribs and a broken leg. I'm afraid breathing and walking are going to be a challenge for a while." She tries to sound light, but he has spent enough time with her, knows she is trying to hide the worry she really feels.

"I should get Dr Whale," she says anxiously, "He will want to check you over, and I should tell everyone that you're awake. You really scared us, we were all so worried, especially the children."

Before he can protest and say that he wants her to stay with him, just the two of them for a little while longer, she is opening the door and asking a passing nurse to page Dr. Whale and inform him Robin of Locksley is awake.

The doctor is there less than five minutes later, and Robin is certain that the moment the man starts questioning him, his answers are not going to make sense. He doesn't know enough about what's going on to want Regina to be here for this, and as she hovers in the background, he attempts to talk again, this time his voice working properly.

"Maybe you should call for the children now and get something to eat," he says in a soft voice. He can see she wants to argue, but her stomach chooses that moment to growl, and she looks down at it as if it betrayed her.

"Alright, I will leave you two to it, but I won't be long. I hope Mary Margaret has enough bottles left for Sarah, otherwise we're going to have a very hungry princess on our hands." It's a good thing Regina seems to be in a world of her own when she says this because the shock on Robin's face would have given him away, his confusion evident.

Unfortunately, the doctor did notice and the man smirks before asking, "Still can't believe you had a child with the Evil Queen?"

"Don't call her that," Robin replies automatically before the words truly register in his mind. "What did you just say?"

"I was talking about your daughter of course." The other man replies.

Robin's dumbfounded expression makes the doctor's mouth curve into a frown, eyes narrowing. "You don't remember, do you?"

The outlaw shakes his head slowly in response, but abruptly stops when it starts pounding.

"What if you told me the last thing you remember and work your way from there?" Dr. Whale offers, and Robin tells him about the Rabbit Hole, about impossible choices, a woman back from the dead, and the new life he had made for his son and himself torn apart. Dr Whale listens to him intently, and when he is finished, the other man nods thoughtfully.

"It is not uncommon for patients having suffered from a coma to experience memory loss or memory alterations; it's a way for the brain to cope while the body recovers. I expect things to go back to normal in the next few days, weeks at the most." His voice is calm, his words technical, as if he isn't talking about Robin losing what seems to be very precious memories with his Queen and their family.

"She cannot know about this." Robin says, challenging the doctor to argue. "I can't possibly tell her what my brain_imagined while I was in that coma, or that I don't remember the past few months."

Whale nods. "There is such a thing as patient/Doctor confidentiality in this world. I can't share with your relatives more than what you wish for me to say. Why don't I catch you up on the recent events then?"

And he does. He tells Robin about Zelena accepting the second chance Regina offered her, and how she lives with them at the mayor's mansion, how she is still looked upon with suspicion, but with the Charmings accepting her among them, Storybrooke's population is slowly coming to terms with her redemption. After all, if the Evil Queen can change, why not her sister? The doctor tells him about how Regina and himself were the object of the town's gossip, when, in less than six months, he had moved in to her house with his son, proposed, and gotten her pregnant. He tells him about the difficult pregnancy, Regina's issues with her magic and how there was a moment when they thought they would lose both mother and daughter. But Regina is a survivor, has always beaten the odds, and when she gave birth a month ago, the whole town had suffered a blackout due to the release of pure, blinding, light magic.

"What's her name?" Robin asks in wonder.

"Sarah Abigail." Whale says, allowing an overwhelmed Robin some time to ponder what he has heard. The doctor runs some basic tests, making sure Robin's cognitive and motor functions haven't been affected by his concussion.

Robin feels strangely disconnected as he is examined. Could everything he recalls really have been a trick of his mind as he was lying in a coma, some test to determine his commitment to Regina? A test he has utterly failed, a failure that has cost him his memories with her, their sons, and their newborn daughter.

He had known choosing Marian wasn't the right thing to do, perhaps not even the honorable thing. He had let his first love, his wife, the mother of his son, become an obligation, without taking enough time to think things through, to explain to her how much his life had changed. Marian was a good person, far better than he had ever been, could ever strive to be. She had made him change, shown him the much different path he could take. If he had explained the situation to her, she would have understood. She wouldn't have let him choose obligation over love. He hates himself all over again, and wonders, is he really worthy of Regina and this family they created?

As the doctor finishes, Regina comes back into the room with a tight smile, looking unsure, and he has so rarely seen her this way that it tugs something inside him, it's almost painful. She seems different, it's not just the hair, although he definitely appreciates it being longer, there is a softness to her, as if some of the burden she had always carried has been lifted. She frowns slightly at his intense look.

"Is everything okay?" She directs the question at him as much as towards Dr Whale, approaching the bed slowly.

"Comas always tend to be disorienting, but every test I ran points to a full recovery," The physician answers, and the man sounds so confident, Robin could almost forget that his brain has distorted more than a year of his life. Almost.

"Well that's certainly good news. Thank you Victor." Her tone isn't quite the warm one he is used to, but he had heard whispers of the at best, less than cordial, and at worst, nearly murderous relationship between his Queen and the only medical practitioner of this town. This is probably the best they can ever manage, and since the man delivered their child, and saved him, some bridges have probably been rebuilt.

They turn their heads toward the door as thunderous footsteps can be heard rapidly approaching. Regina smiles.

"I think some people are impatient to see you," she says, opening the door and letting Roland, Henry, Mary Margaret and David, who holds a much bigger Prince Neal that he remembers, into the room.

Dr Whale exits, reminding them all not to overtire the patient, and that visiting hours are in place even for the Enchanted Forest's royals, to which they all roll their eyes.

Roland looks ready to jump on the bed, but Regina intervenes before he can make the leap.

"Roland, sweetheart, you need to be very careful with your father. He has some injuries that are painful and will need time to heal. Can you do that? Be gentle?"

Roland nods in such a serious and earnest way, it makes everyone in the room smile fondly.

"Come here my boy," Robin beckons, and he notices Neal isn't the only one to have grown.

Henry steps behind Roland, lifting him carefully on the bed, where the boy promptly surrounds his father in the kind of warm embrace only children know how to achieve. They stay like that for a moment, Roland whispering softly in his ear that he scared him, and that he shouldn't do this again, it's not nice at all. Robin tightens his embrace, exchanges a knowing look with Henry, who looks more and more like a young man. They both turn their heads toward the other adults in the room, and Robin sees for the first time that Mary Margaret is holding a bunch of blankets, a bundle she is delicately transferring into Regina's arms.

"Someone was missing their mother," she tells her softly.

"And someone was missing their daughter even more," Regina replies, a wide smile illuminating her face as she looks down upon the bundle in her arms.

"Abi cried a lot," Roland informs them as he straightens up. "Even Mr Monkey couldn't calm her down."

"Well, she was as worried as the rest of us, but now everything is fine, isn't it my darling?" Regina cooes softly. "Your papa is awake, and he will heal perfectly because he is going to follow all the instructions the Doctor gives him," she throws him a pointed look, making him grin.

"You know I always follow my Queen's orders." Had his ribs not hurt quite as much, he would have bowed, but his point seems to have been made as Regina rolls her eyes and Henry coughs in a manner that resembles a muffled 'Kiss ass'.

"I will pretend I didn't hear you, Henry, and that I believe you, Robin, and we'll leave it at that," she states, shaking her head at their antics.

"That's probably for the best," Robin replies. "May I?" he requests, nodding towards the baby.

"Of course," she says, "as if you had to ask," and she disentangles the little girl from the blankets, placing her in his waiting arms.

He is speechless as he finally lays eyes on his, their, daughter's face. She is the perfect mix of Regina and him, the oval of her face and his eyes, her mouth and a hint of his dimples and, most of all, Regina's dark hair.

He loses himself in her blue eyes, and in that moment, he thinks that it doesn't matter if he can't remember the past several months, that his brain is playing tricks on him, that he failed them all in the battle against his own mind. All of this could be a dream and he wouldn't want to wake up. Here, with his boy snuggled into him, his infant daughter in his arms, Regina and her son by his side, nothing else matters. He has his family, and more love to give them than he could have ever imagined possible. He has a fleeting thought for Marian, for that second chance she and Roland never had to know one another, but she is in the past, and he is right here, right where he belongs. He will dedicate himself to never forget that, and to regain his lost memories, after all, it seems to be the fashion of this strange town.

To be continued.

What did you think? :)

Second part is called Sorry that I love you and is from Regina's POV during Robin's coma.