So, I got a prompt from FionaM asking me to write Maiden Outlaw Queen. They added they wanted to see Marian/Regina starting a romance after Robin died, then the three start a romance when he comes back to life. So, I'm setting this as Emma brought the real Marian back from the past and that Outlaw Maiden stayed in Storybrooke. If there's anything you want to see in this little story, let me know.

So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home-Ed Sheeran

No phone call at 3 in the morning can be a good sign. So, when Regina heard her cell going off at that hour, she was definitely worried. She blinked a few times when she saw Marian's name flash across the screen.

What emergency would constitute Marian needing her help? She had Robin. Robin had chosen her. The only reason she even had Marian's number in her phone was because they were on the PTA together. Every fiber of her being told her to hit ignore, but she couldn't.

Regina picked up the phone, holding it to her ear. Before she could get out a "hello", there was sobbing on the other end.

"He's dead," Marian choked out.

"Who's dead?"

"Robin."

Regina felt her entire body run cold. This wasn't happening, not again. Yes, she had lost Robin as a lover, but she still had him as a friend. She had lost Daniel, she couldn't lose Robin too.

Little John took the phone and explained the situation. Robin had been shot in a hunting accident and succumbed to his injuries. Regina just sat there, frozen in place at first. When Little John mentioned that he was taking Marian home and that Roland was with Mulan, she snapped out of it.

"I'll be right there," she mumbled. Henry was at the Charming loft, safely asleep. Telling him and the others could wait until morning.

Marian wasn't her friend, but she had just lost the love of her life. From what Little John said, Robin had died in her arms, just as Daniel had in Regina's. No, the two women weren't friends, but Regina knew what to do for her.

She threw on her jacket and some old sneakers. The streets were silent as she drove to the cottage that Robin had purchased for his family.

She could hear her heart pounding in her chest. Was this her fate, her penance? She always lost those close to her. Sometimes, she got them back, like Henry. Others, like Daniel and her father, were lost forever. Robin had joined the latter.

She spent so much time hating him for breaking her heart. She never blamed him for choosing Marian. They had a family, they shared love. Deep down, he knew Robin loved both women. But it wasn't as if someone could be with two people at once.

Could they?

Regina shook the thought from her mind. There was no time for that. It's not like it mattered anymore.

Soon, she parked in the dirt driveway. She got out of the car and headed straight into the house. Little John was coming out of the master bedroom.

"How is she?" Regina asked. A dumb question, but she didn't know what else to say.

John shrugged his shoulders. "She stopped crying."

"And you?"

There was a silence. Regina could tell Little John had been crying. She couldn't blame him. He had been Robin's best friend. If anything happened to Snow, even Miss Swan…

"How are you?" John changed the subject. He noted her pale, but still dry face.

Regina bit her lip. "I think I'll go check on her now."

She headed into the dark master bedroom. She found Marian curled up in bed, tear stained face and all. Regina settled down next to her and their eyes met.

"I'm sorry," Marian whispered. "I don't know if it was appropriate for me to call you. You're just the only one who is going to understand."

"Little John would've."

"John was his friend. You...you were his...love."

"He loved you."

"He loved us both."

The words knocked the wind out of Regina and she began to cry for the first time since she got the call. Her tears seemed to spark Marian's. The two held each other as they cried.

The funeral was held a few days later. Snow kept a hand on Regina's back the entire time. It was their second funeral in only a few months time. The pained look in Emma's eyes gave away that it hit far too close to home, but she also kept an arm around her friend. Marian was close by, Roland in her eyes.

He was only 5, he barely understood. Even so, an arrow was in his hands, just as there were in the merry men and women's. One by one, they laid them atop the casket. Marian leaned down so Roland could lay his down. He kissed it first, which brought a fresh batch of tears to Marian's eyes.

The wake was held at Granny's, with enough food to feed the whole town. Regina didn't eat, she just kept getting food for Marian, not that she was eating anything either. Henry seemed glued to Roland's side. He understood all too well how the little boy felt. He had just lost his father a few months ago, one he barely got to know. He wondered if Roland would remember Robin.

It was as if everyone knew there were two widows there that day. They gave their condolences to both Marian and Regina. They talked about how deeply Robin cared for them both. Both just nodded along, knowing no words could change the ache in their heart.

As the mourners began to leave, Regina could tell that baby Neal needed to head home and sleep. She assured Snow she'd be okay and to take her family home, Henry included.

"Mom, I want to stay with you," Henry said.

Regina gave him a soft smile and touched his chin. "I'm going to be fine, sweetie." He gave her a look that proved he was unconvinced. "I'm going back to Marian's, to give her a hand with Roland."

"I'll come too, then."

Emma chuckled. "Regina, he's a stubborn one, I don't think you'll win here."

Regina relented, putting an arm around her son. Roland had fallen asleep in a booth, so as soon as the Charmings left and Granny had given them enough food to last a year, they all headed back to the cottage. Henry carried the young boy to his bedroom, while Regina unloaded all of the food into the fridge.

"Why are you doing this?" Marian asked from her spot at the table.

Regina looked back at her. "It'll spoil otherwise."

"No, I mean...this." She gestured around the room. "Coming back here."

"You're the one that called me that night," Regina replied, more briskly than she would've liked. She saw pain cross Marian's eyes and she sighed. "I just...I know what you're going through."

"I know you loved Robin too…"

"It's not about Robin. This isn't the first love I've had to burry." She sat across from her at the table. "I was engaged, many moons ago. Before I darkened my heart, before, well everything. His name was Daniel."

"What happened to him?"

Regina's lips formed a line. "My mother didn't approve of the union. She crushed his heart."

Marian frowned and pity filled her eyes.

"I just...I had no one after that. It's why I became that horrible part of myself. I don't want that for you, Marian. You're not alone in this."

She reached over and held out her hand. Marian slid her own through it. If the two women didn't know any better, they would've sworn they felt a spark…

Regina stuck by Marian's side for the next month. She and Henry came to the cottage every day. They'd have dinner, the boys would play. When she felt up to it, Marian would join the Charming-Mills clan for family dinner at Granny's.

Regina and her cried together. They argued. They laughed. The two shared memories, not just of Robin, but Roland and Henry too. A friendship had been formed before their very eyes. It felt natural, it felt right.

One night, Regina headed to the cottage alone. Henry was with Emma and she knew Roland was visiting with Little John. The two women were going to have a movie night, complete with wine and popcorn. Regina used her key to walk in and found Marian pacing the kitchen.

"Are you alright?" Regina asked, setting the wine down.

Marian looked up at her. "I saw a movie last night, the woman, she peed on a piece of plastic and it told her she was pregnant."

Regina chuckled a bit, Marian was still adjusting to modern conveniences. The first time she used a toaster scared the crap out of her. "Yeah, they're called pregnancy tests."

"So, you have them here? In Storybrooke?"

"Yes, why?"

"I think I'm pregnant."