I have a thousand (okay, maybe 10ish) little ficlets running through my head all revolving around the 4B finale so I've decided to put them all in one convenient place. Summaries will be posted for each chapter for your reading discretion. Please follow along as I work these out of my brain. If there is anything you would like me to take on, leave a prompt and I'll see what I can do. I'm going to try to keep the ship pretty even, but to be honest, there will probably be more OQ than anything else. I melt.


We're going to start with what was going through the head of my favorite Outlaw after he woke up back in Storybrooke and a little extended OQ.

And then he was running. His feat pounded the pavement, every breath trying to banish the images of her closing eyes, the feel of her blood warm beneath his fingers.


He was back at Granny's Diner, looking around at faces just as stunned as his. It had been seconds ago, but a life time all the same. He could still feel the dirt and fallen leaves under his knees where tile floor lay and his hands…his hands still held the warmth of Regina's blood. Robin shook his head to clear the image. It hadn't happened; it couldn't have because he was here and now but there and then were so frighteningly close. And then he was running. His feat pounded the pavement with no particular destination in mind except toward her.

Robin rounded the corner and she was there, his Regina. She was holding tightly to the son that had been crying over her body moments ago, rewriting their fate with her spilt blood. Henry had saved her, saved them all. He felt an overwhelming sense of pride for the boy and for the woman that raised him who would also raise his children to be strong and heroic. Robin slowed slightly, letting the lamp post stabilize him, wanting to give mother and son a moment, but he couldn't stay back any longer. He needed her, them, in his arms.

He practically knocked her over with his embrace. The sound she made was something between a sob and a gasp, but no matter, it was muffled by his chest as he held her tightly to him. He needed to feel every inch of her: strong, warm, and alive. She pulled back fractionally, arms still secure around his back. Robin took the moment to run his hands through her hair, gently holding her head still so that he could gaze into her eyes. She was shaking just as much as he and he could see the same turmoil behind her eyes.

"I…" Robin started, but had no idea how to finish. He hadn't known her fully, they'd had no history together in that perverted world, but there was something. He was drawn to her. As he stared into her deep brown eyes he couldn't get past the image of them closing for the last time, nor the feel of her ragged, pained breath against his cheek as he stroked her hair and willed her to hold on until Henry could put right what he knew was so wrong.

"It wasn't…," Regina breathed out. She struggled with the words because it had been real. So very real that she could still feel the cold steal slicing her abdomen, her body hitting the ground, his hand over hers willing the blood back into her body, and his eyes. Those blue eyes that never left hers, that gave her comfort and eased her fear. "At least I wasn't alone." She pulled herself back towards him, tucking her face into his neck.

He nuzzled against her hair and ran his arms along her back. Henry stood close nodding approvingly. They shared a mutual gratitude: Henry had saved her life, Robin had given her the happiness he'd always wanted her to have. "You never will be, Regina," Robin whispered into her hair, kissing where his lips brushed against her. "You never will be."