If there was one thing Robin was certain of, it is that you should never aggravate someone with magical powers... although he has faced both the Dark One and the Evil Queen without any major form of suffering (other than heartache, but he had no one to hold accountable bar himself). That was neither here nor there however, because he knew that eventually one would seek some sort of vengeance upon him for one reason or another.

But he never expected it to be a damn fairy.

In hindsight though, he probably should never had messed with her prophesy.

Robin had never, in all his life, thought that cowardice would ever be in the realm of possibility for a man such as himself. He was a thief - an honourable thief - who stole from royalty themselves in order to aid the vulnerable of society. Yet, here he was, avoiding the inevitable conversation needed between Regina and himself. And he had been succeeding too, given that she had also made it her sole objective that winter, even if certain people seemed insistent upon having them meet up once.

Like the one walking towards him and his family at that current moment.

He was determined to walk by Tinkerbelle without stopping for any small talk whatsoever, but his wife and child seemed to be conspiring against him that afternoon. Deciding to stop for the fairy who happened to be the first person in this realm to greet her that fateful night, Marian murmured a quiet greeting which Tinkerbelle happily responded too.

(Robin knew why though, as if the conversation with Regina wasn't branded into his mind already. A small off-the-cuff comment on his lovely tattoo lead to the absolute horror when he realised what he had done, a moment which coincidentally coincided with the triumphant grin spread across the fairy's face.)

'And you Mr Hood, how are you faring this glorious day?' Of course he could read between the lines between her question. How are you doing knowing your soul mate is all alone, while you play family with your wife?

'I'm fine M'lady, and yourself, how are you this fine morn?'

'Just dandy, Mr Hood.' Oh, if looks could kill he would be six feet under in an instant. She most definitely was not fine. 'And how are you adjusting Marian?' She seemed to be focused on his wife, but Robin could feel the tension and anger rolling off her in waves. And he knew that it was directed solely at him. His wife went on about life in this strange realm where magical items worked without magic and Tink's nods placed at the correct times almost made the thought of her listening almost believable.

'Well, the Blue Fairy has some questions about this unusually cold weather and thought Regina might be more willing to answer me, but I cannot for the life of me locate her.' Tinkerbelle let some of her frustration show with the statement, and while the other's believed it was because of her inability to find the Queen, Robin knew the truth.

'Oh, well we wish you luck in your endeavour M'lady.' Robin wanted to end the conversation then and there, before something was revealed accidentally. A small traitorous part of his heart was already fretting about the safety of the Queen, already planning an escape route for his plans so that he could see her safe and healthy for himself.

'So, none of you would have seen Regina by any chance?' She injected just the right amount of innocence in her voice to fool Marian and Roland but oh, he could see the malice in her eyes, the hope that the knife would twist just that bit more in his heart.

'Oh no, I haven't seen the Evil Queen since I have arrived in this realm. What about you honey?' Roland shook his head sorrowfully as the thought of his Gina no longer playing with him anymore weighed upon his little heart. Robin tensed at the mention of that name. The Merry Men knew not to mention her in his presence and Regina's family had taken it upon themselves to ignore him for however long they determined to avoid each other. Which suited him perfectly.

'I'm sorry M'lady, but I haven't and my wife and I have promised Roland a lunch out at Granny's so we must be on our way.' He didn't emphasise the word wife, but he saw the flash of anger in her eyes at the mere mention of the word. Of the fact that he had completely discarded destiny's call upon his life to be with the woman fashioned with him in mind.

And he could see that the comment had pushed Tinkerbelle over the edge.

'Excuse me Marian, do you mind if I borrow your husband for a moment? There is something we desperately need to discuss.' He wanted to say no, to drag his wife and child as far as possible from the green fairy, but he couldn't speak. Couldn't make his wishes known. Couldn't control his movements as his wife graciously agreed and Tinkerbelle pulled him into an alleyway just a few metres away.

Couldn't react as she slapped his face with all the strength her small frame could muster.

'How dare you? How dare you!' Tinkerbelle was physically shaking, unable to contain her fury at the man in front of her. 'Do you truly have no words to defend your actions?' He opened his mouth to speak, but in an instant she silenced him with her wand and bound his arms up high with her magic. 'No. You do not get to speak now after months of silence, especially not about Regina and especially not to me.' The binds on his hand rose higher, passing the point of being merely uncomfortable. He was no longer standing on his own two feet but was instead levitating due to the magic. 'She waited for you. For days, she remained in her home, locked away from everyone, from Henry, hoping that against all odds you would come to her, to explain it all, even if to cut everything off completely. But you never did.' His heart clenched at the thought of her pushing away her son for him. Henry. The boy that she almost cast a sleeping curse for when losing him. 'Do you know what it's like to break into her home to make sure she doesn't harm herself?'

And then his heart stopped.

Tink seemed to be able to read the absolute horror on his face and a small part of her decided to provide some level of comfort for the undeserving soul. 'She is fine, but it isn't from a lack of trying that is for sure.'

And that comment made him feel so much more worse.

'Are you so selfish that you won't offer her a chance for closure? A chance to move on from whatever situation you abandoned her in. Were you perfectly content with her believing that your relationship with each other meant so little it did not even deserve being properly ended?'

'I-' But there was no way he could respond to that. Because it was true, it was selfish and true. The mere thought of Regina with another man brought out a side of him he never recognised, and that was purely his imagination, he wouldn't be able to restrain any feelings he was hiding if that were to ever become fact. And if they never did end, perhaps she would never move on.

'I cannot believe I defended you, that I told Regina she ruined both your lives by not entering the tavern that day. All she did was save herself the trouble of getting her heart broken by some bastard who doesn't seem to have a heart. It would have been better if I never had shown her you stupid tattoo, would have saved all of us the pain.' And somehow, he knew she hadn't the slightest consideration of his feelings when she uttered the statement. He magic seemed to be loosening because the next few words were actually pronounced at his first attempt.

'And how, pray tell, could anyone be more affected then the two of us?'

But as soon as the words escaped his lips he knew he didn't want to hear the answer.

'She was going to take a potion to forget everything about the man with the lion tattoo. The prophesy, every conversation with him, every conversation about him, everything.' And if Tinkerbelle wasn't infuriated before, she certainly was now. 'You don't understand, she was going to forget me! I gave her the prophesy, I encouraged her to open up to you, the foundation of our friendship was forgiving her for making me lose my wings and that happened because of you. I almost lost my best friend BECAUSE OF YOU! AND YOU DARE ACT LIKE THIS?!' She didn't realise that the magical grip she had upon him was tightening, the tears in her eyes blurring any visions of pain that he may be displaying upon his face. And he was going to say absolutely nothing because it was him that did this. And so he deserved all the pain she could force him to bear. 'She loves you and you discarded her like every single person has before. You. Her soul mate. No better than the husband and tormentor that drove her off the balcony that fateful night.'

What happened at a balcony?!

'I love her too.'

It was a whisper, but no less truthful. His mind was working a million miles an hour at this new information. Even from afar he watched her - he couldn't not watch her- and Regina seemed to be taking all these new developments in her stride and deep down, okay, not that deep at all, he was hurt that she didn't seem to be as affected as he felt. Though, that is precisely her modus operandi and he hated that he fell for it so damn easily.

'No, you don't. If you even cared about her this conversation would have never taken place. You don't understand what it is like for her do you?' A sense of dread hit him with that statement, but it was easily overcome by the guilt he felt. 'Well, I guess it's time to remedy that.'

And then he was hit with pixie dust.

He collapsed immobile, magic no longer holding him up, while Tinkerbelle approached him with a familiar pin in her hand. He was mute, unable to scream, unable to call, unable to do anything but express his utmost panic with the smallest twitches in his face.

'I see you recognise the pin, it was yet another thing Regina almost attempted... but I managed to save her from herself. Something that should have been done by you.' He couldn't run, couldn't escape the future she was pushing him into. He knew of the effects and they were not what he wanted anyone to face, certainly not himself and least of all Regina. 'Oh,' the heavy saturation of sweetness in Tink's voice too much to take at once. 'I may have tweaked it a bit.' The saccharine smile not at all suiting the dark, almost maniacal look in her eyes. 'Enjoy hell.'

And with that, she pricked him.

He could feel it draining the life from him, oblivion's sweet voice drawing him closer to it's clutches. Tinkerbelle's sneer the last thing he could see because he surrendered to the darkness becoming him in, her warning ringing in his ears.

'You better hope your wife is truly your one love because I doubt Regina will be willing to save you from this.'

Of all the places Robin could have dreamt of waking up in, laying on Regina's bed, with the lady almost deliciously nude and wrapped in his arms was without question the top of the list.

And wake up there he did.

He saw her stir a little before she decided to snuggle closer to him, nuzzling the crook of his shoulder and breathing in the musky scent that was utterly him. Forest and sweat and sheer masculinity combined into one. The moan that escaped her lips when she inhaled was not in any way allowed to, but goodness the control the man have over her shouldn't be legal. 'You should bottle your scent, you know that?' She nipped his jaw at the statement and with that his heart stopped for a moment. This was not the first time he had heard those words from her lips... and the situation was remarkably similar to this as well.

'M'lady?'

'Back to M'lady are we? I thought we were passed that stage already.' She drew back, a teasing smile on her lips but a look of doubt and vulnerability in her eyes.

This was definitely familiar. He would have bet everything he owned that if they were to venture to the study the picnic and wine would still be set up and waiting for them to dine.

Tinkerbelle had given him a second chance.

And he would be a fool not to take it.

'Regina.' It was like a prayer upon his lips and to have her here with him, in his embrace and not a care in the world was the answer. He rolled on top of her, bracing himself over her and looked at her, truly looked at her, refusing to take a single moment for granted once more. He look in the small freckles upon the bridge of her nose and how they were almost hidden against the blush that had steadily risen. He watched the way her hair, almost as soft as silk, was spread on the pillow underneath her, framing her face and accentuating all her features. His pressed his lips against her forehead and lingered, enjoying the feel of her skin underneath him. 'Regina.' He kissed her eyelid, 'Regina,' the other, 'Regina,' and gave her a look so intense, a wave of heat washed down her body. 'Regina.' And finally gave her what she was longing for, one upon which she could reciprocate. He kissed her lips.

It was as if their skin was electrified, each time they came into contact she could feel it all throughout her body. And it felt good. Too good. She knew if they didn't stop now then there would be no stopping at all, and for some reason her very fuzzy brain was telling her that they didn't have the time. What for, she had honestly no clue. She pulled her mouth away for the smallest of distances, his breath caressing her nerves, her eyes closed, all other senses at their peak. She could feel his hand not ceasing in it's ministrations, driving her crazy in the most loveliest of ways.

'Robin...Robin we can't.' She all but moaned those few words before pulling his face back towards hers, pressing their lips together, kissing him with such fervor that he was starting to feel lightheaded and breathless. One hand was running through his hair, gently raking his scalp, while the other was going down his back, feeling his taut muscles, sending a trail of fire across him for every moment she remained in contact, and he honestly couldn't decide which sensation was more intoxicating. He pressed down more heavily against her, feeling her body curve so perfectly against his own and he decided that if heaven were to ever take its form in a human body, it would be Regina's, because perfection was too inadequate of a word for her.

'Damn Regina,' The heady sensation she was creating in him was at a high risk of sweeping the rest of the world away until only them and their love remained. He growled her name again, his hands sending her mind spiraling out of control, her body driven instinctively by her desire for the man above. Her soulmate. The man with the lion tattoo. She couldn't take it anymore, the pressure building inside her lungs almost at a dangerous level and so she pulled herself away, the sound of her shaky gasps the loudest noise in the still of the household. But Robin simply moved downwards, refusing to let a single moment by without kissing her, without showing her how much he cared. He nipped at her skin and soothed with his tongue, marking her over and over as his own. 'Damn it Regina, you are so bloody perfect, so beautiful and so mine. You are mine.' He growled it against her shoulder, biting a little harder than before, and while she didn't know where this possessive nature had sprung from, heavens above, she certainly didn't hate it. Especially given the way his accent seemed thicker than before, turning every possible defense she had into flowing honey. 'You're mine and I'm yours. Every single bloody inch of me belongs to you, my Queen. My beautiful, beautiful Queen.'

'Robin we have to go... Robin.' Personally, Robin found it ridiculous that she could expect him to stop when she was saying his name like that. Her raspy voice that just asked him to do wild and wondrous things to her body, breathing his name more than uttering it. Reluctantly however, he pulled up from assaulting her neck with his lips and he looked at her (because, by George, how could he not). But seeing her swollen lips which had been thoroughly kissed by him, seeing the shine in her eyes and knowing it was for him almost caused him to disregard the plea and resume their previous activities. But, using a strength that came from somewhere deep, deep within him, he was able to roll to the side, fingers caressing her body once more.

'M'lady- Regina.' She looked across at him so open and free, hope for a future- their future together- radiating from her so strongly he could feel the heat warming up his heart. 'I- you..' Any confession of love would be too soon in their relationship for her to believe it, to feel comfortable with it, but it would still be the truth. 'You truly are stunning in every way.' It was but a whisper, the overflow of emotions choking him up, the knowledge of what may be in store for them in a few hours crushing his heart once more. He hoped she would read his expression and understand the depth of his feelings, to know that he loved her endlessly, regardless of whatever she may have done or whatever may happen.

She understood, but not enough.

'Come on, we need to pick up Roland from Little John for the coronation tonight.' He pouted at the thought of leaving her side. 'We promised.' Still, she couldn't help the whimper as he found that spot on her neck that completely dislodged any train of thought that was not related to how amazing he made her feel.

'Five more minutes,' his voice rasped against her earlobe, and not for the first Regina noted that he could ask for the world and she would give it to him on a sliver platter. 'Just... let us stay for five more minutes please.' She hummed happily in reply, his arms tightening against her waist and pulled her closer to him.

The tinkling of the bell barely registered in Robin's mind, especially when the alluring woman he was helplessly in love with was kissing him in public, marking him as her's to everyone and anyone who happened to walk by. He assumed it was Roland, bored of waiting, entering the store, and it was this thought that allowed Robin to kiss harder, grab her rougher, pull her body flush against his own.

But it was not Roland entering the building, but rather another person leaving.

'Regina!' Slowly disentangling himself from the woman in question, Robin couldn't help but notice that Miss Swan did have a knack for ruining his relationship with the former Evil Queen.

'Hey Roland, why don't you head inside and say hello to the baby for us.' The cheeky smile that lit up his face with the mentioning of the baby was utterly adorable, and so he rushed in, the ice cream trickling down his hand as he attempted to see the little one again. Emma on the other hand, did not look that happy or carefree. She was biting her lip, almost as if attempting to hold in a secret, something she knew was not quite right. The glimmer of fear in her eye reminded him of Roland when he was smaller, knowing that he had done something wrong and was too afraid to tell any of the Merry Men in case of retribution. But after a few awkward moments the secret seemed to tumble from her lips without her violation or any form of filter.

'I ah... I brought someone back from the past. But it's not really the past, it was more of an alternate universe. I mean, nothing looked like Henry's book so I figured it wouldn't be affecting anything in this timeline and dragged them with us.' Emma winced at the end of the statement, the words seemed much more heroic in her head. Regina merely raised her eyebrow, but that sinking feeling in Robin alerted him to the fact that Tinkerbelle may not have blessed him with the opportunity to continue in a relationship with Regina free of guilt after all. And that is not what he was hoping for at all.

'Why would you do such a careless thing? You may not be ruining our timeline per se, but think of the people in the alternate one and the consequences that your actions would have had upon them M'lady. Just because they are not a part of this world does not make them or their lives any less real.' Both woman were surprised at the outburst from the outlaw - one who, by definition, broke laws to assist the less fortunate, surely breaking the rules of time travel was no different? Even he himself was a little caught off guard, but he couldn't resist verbalising the thoughts that had been running through his mind for the last months - thoughts that could never have been expressed before, after all he was given a second chance with his wife, what in all the realms could he possibly have to complain about? (It's not as though he could possibly feel as though his soul was being crushed by the guilt of his decision, the guilt of not loving his wife the way he should. The way she deserved to be loved.

Oh wait, he did.)

'Yes Miss Swan, I do have to agree that it was a rather idiotic thing to do, but one I would expect given your linage. Do you know what the ramifications of your actions could have upon that timeline. Children may never exist, their true love may never have found them and now never will. All of which is not even considering the ramifications if the person still exists in our own timeline.'

'Listen, your mother was going to crush the person's heart. Me and Killian just convinced her it would be better for everyone if we took them instead for a job of some sorts in another realm. She didn't care as soon as she saw I could use light magic... she just wanted us gone.' Emma seemed nervous, clearly not expecting the tongue lashing she was receiving. She shivered at the cold, longing for the warmth of the diner, a cup of hot chocolate and Killian's embrace.

'That is entirely irrelevant. They could have had a family who will never receive closure because there was no body, there could be leagues of people who would have been inspired by their death and rallied against whatever evil they were facing.' Emma winced at the comment, not for her sake, but for the sake of Robin who had just insulted the mother of his love. But Regina did nothing but lean into him, allowing him to take the role as defender and the voice of logic.

'Maybe you should come inside and meet him. He could explain the situation better than I can.'

Him?

Marian wasn't a him.

And suddenly, Robin just wanted to rewind time and return to the comfort and warmth of his lover's bed and arms.

'Wait.' Given that the Saviour had rushed inside as soon as she gave the statement, Robin felt no hesitation in pulling Regina back into his embrace and fusing their lips together once more. The kiss had a level of desperation in it that none of his other kisses had before but Regina was certainly not one to complain of it. It was torturous for any form of separation to occur, breathing not considered of much value when the other was simply intoxicated every single one of their senses. And when it was a necessity of Regina, Robin simply moved down her neck, lingering over her pulse, a shiver of unrestrained thrill running through him at the knowledge it was he alone that was making it race. That it beat for him. That those damn sexy noises from deep in her throat were because of what he was doing. He searched her face when he pulled away, memorising the slightly glazed look in her eye, the smile that could rival a million suns, the deep velvety tone of her laugh seemingly drunk on the euphoria of the moment, taking it all in as if it would be the last time.

'What was that for?' She meant to put it lightheartedly, but the look of anxiety and panic on his face softened her tone, concern pouring through it. She rose a hand to his face, reveling in the feeling of his stubble beneath her fingertips, stroking his cheek as his eyes fluttered close and drew strength from their contact.

'Regina, you need to know that you're not just my second chance - you're my only chance. I cannot live a life without you in it, a life where you are not by my side, where you are not the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night. I have lived that life and it was just agony, you need to understand ... I' love you. His eyes were shut tight, afraid for any sign of rejection in her face at the confession he, hours before, thought too strong to admit. He didn't realise there were tears rolling uncontrollably down his face until he felt her soft lips slowly kissing them away. Yet still they remained closed, the fear of seeing a cruel smirk on her face as she laughed playing on the back of his mind on a continuous loop. But then her hands cupped his jaw, fingers stroking the side of his face in an attempt to offer comfort. His eyes flew open at the contact, seeking any form of reassurance that she wasn't frightened off by his declaration. And he found it in abundance.

'You are my only chance too.' She was too choked up to continue, the tears shimmering in her eyes at his confession. 'I hated happiness after Daniel's death, I cast the curse to avenge it... but you, I opened up again to you, I used light magic because of you. I need you a lot more than you realise Robin Hood, so don't you dare leave me, okay?' There was a quiver in her voice at that statement, and goodness, if he didn't fall more in love with her because of it.

'I wouldn't dream of it.'

And it was the utmost truth.

Because no matter the circumstances that they would face, he would not be choosing anyone over his soul mate.

Not again.

'Papa, look at the baby, isn't he cute?' The cry of Roland immediately drew his attention from the crowd of people in the diner and distracted his attempts from scouring the faces of the men to see who was the mysterious individual from the other dimension. His son dragged him to the booth holding Snow, Charming and their latest addition, dragging him away from Emma, away from Regina.

'I want one too Papa, can we get a baby please?' The look of absolute desperation on Roland's face as he pleaded for a sibling was possibly the most memorable moment of his life so far. So see such a young boy so willing to show his love for another, to be the protector that would be required warmed up Robin's heart. Maybe he had done something right after all.

'Well Roland, you remember how I told you about your mama with the angels and how she loved you so much.' Roland nodded dutifully at the mention of the story, 'well, in order for a baby to be born there needs to be a mama, and she protects the baby until the baby is ready to face the world.'

'But maybe 'Gina can be the mama, 'cause she protected me when the flying monkey. And then, and then we can be a big happy family and she could be my mama too.' His eyes widened at the suggestion from his son, the perfectly simplistic view of a future that seemed so out of reach for the longest of times, a suggestion that may now be possible thanks to a meddlesome fairy. His mouth opened, but no words could come out. Roland had by that stage gotten distracted by the baby again and so turned away from his father, allowing his eyes to instinctively find her form, his heart catching at the thought of her bearing his future children, stomach swollen with them inside, the glow of pregnancy enhancing her already perfect features.

'Maybe.' His voice was gruff, caught with all the emotions that he was feeling, today in particular. Maybe.

But then, like all things in his world these past few months, his hope for a happy ending came crumbling down.

He watched as Emma approached a man, the man, and talked to him for a few minutes. Regina stood a few steps away from the conversation, looking awkward and embarrassed at the gratitude Ruby and the other patrons of the diner were directing towards her. She was slowly extracting herself from the situation and wandering off to where Emma's golden locks could be seen.

And, as if clockwork, Regina and the stranger looked at each other and the rest of the world seemed to fade away. Robin doubted they realised that they were being drawn to one another, as if by a force higher than their own will. It was almost beautiful the way they watched each other, movements so slow, as if the other would fade away to nothingness if they moved faster. Robin would have gotten up and walked over to the pair, staking his claim upon the woman, if not for the terrible weight in his heart weighing him down.

All he could do was watch as they finally reached the other, hand reaching out, needing contact. Regina' fingers skimmed his jawline while his own traced the outline of her lips. Lips that had, not more than five minutes ago, been fused with his. Lips that confessed words that he could not script in his wildest of fantasies.

Those lips.

And then there was the moment they accepted that the other was here, was real, was tangible. The stranger's eyes seemed to light up. Regina however... he had no idea what expressions would be on her face, and that made the moment exponentially worse.

'Regina!' The look on the man's face was one of unspeakable joy. Robin knew it well. It was on his face the moment he woke up and realised that Regina was in his arms and he was home. And there was a nagging feeling deep down in his soul that it was a look that may not be gracing his face for a while now.

'Da- Daniel?'

And in an instant his dreams of a future came crashing down. He didn't feel Snow grabbing onto his hand, he didn't see the conflict on her face as she watched Regina reunite with her True Love while her soulmate could only watch dumbstruck from the sidelines. He didn't see the look of utter sorrow from Emma who realised the situation she had just forced upon them. And if the pain she felt when he reunited with Marian was the smallest fraction of the absolute agony drumming through his veins, he would hate himself for eternity. Because while this may feel physically crippling, it was nothing compared to the internal agony sweeping through him at this reunion.

And then his world simply stopped.

Because what he did see was the way that this man grabbed his soul mate and kissed her like his life depended upon it.

And he saw the way she kissed him back.

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STORYBROOKE, PRESENT TIME.

Marian could pinpoint the exact moment that she knew something was horribly, horribly wrong. The moment she saw that green fairy walking out of the alleyway without Robin, walking away without a care in the world.

It became hazy after that, her mind shut down and her movements seemed to be controlled by someone other than herself. She rushed to the alleyway where they went before, abandoning her son in the street, the fear for the father crushing her heart.

And there he was, lying there. Motionless. Unconscious.

In all respects, dead to the world, but one.

She could feel the magical residue left behind from the fairy, evidence that this was no physical attack, evidence that mere science and medicinal cures would not be able to bring him back into the world of the living. It required magic... but not any magic, the purest form known to exist. True love.

So she kissed him.

And that, my friends, did absolutely nothing.

SO, this was me studying for my physics and crim. law finals (i.e. very poorly). But I was hit with a damn plot bunny and it wouldn't go away until half of the chapter was finished. Stupid bunnies. Damn it Daniel, you were not supposed to kiss Regina though, show some self control. I do not control my stories... it's the bunnies, I swear.

On a semi-related note, wow. I don't get the way my mind operates sometimes... I love Outlaw Queen, I really do. But goodness, I seem to take out all my frustration on Robin. And happy OQ week... I swear I didn't plan on publishing this on the first day... I finished it at 1 AM here down under, but I couldn't think of a title or a good summary until now. But boom, it worked out perfectly (especially given the prompt of the day 'True Love's Kiss'). Hope you enjoy it, you shippers, you.

AND SEAN TWEETED ABOUT TIM CAHILL'S GOAL IN THE WORLD CUP AGAINST THE NETHERLANDS. OH MY GOODNESS I LOVE HIM. I ahh... yeah, Australia knew they were screwed once the teams were announced, but we did well-ish. But still... he tweeted about the goal... *heart flutters*

And to those who are like 'where the hell is the update to your other story?' well, I did make quite a bit of headway in the next chapter, but my computer was going through a tough time and decided to shut down for no particular reason. And I had not saved a word. So I took it as a sign I should finish this chapter first (given that I did save this. Mostly. I lost some stuff here). But finals are now complete and so it'll be up soon. I think. I need to write it all again.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything you recognise and some of what you don't.