"Regina?" he called turning around several times in a way that would have been comical if the circumstances were different.
"Regina?!" he called again a bit more frantically.
"Where is she?" Emma asked running into the library.
"We were trapped in the elevator, and then it started to fall, and then I was here, but I can't find her," Robin explained, still looking around as if he expected her to pop out from behind a shelf, but one look at Emma's face, and his previously rapidly beating heart stopped.
"She has been feeling really tired lately," Emma started to say, tears welling in her eyes.
"No!" Robin interrupted.
"Ever since Elsa hit her with her ice powers, her magic has been a little drained…"
"No,"
"I'm so sorry, Robin," Emma whispered, taking a step to try to comfort the distraught thief, but he stepped away, shaking his violently.
"No! NO! NO! Regina!" he screamed, trying to wrench open the old brass doors. "Regina, I am not amused in the least. Show yourself this instant." When the door refused to budge and the queen refused to appear, he turned to Emma. "You have to get us down there right now. She lives, I know she does. I would know… I would feel it if… You have to get us down there."
"I'm sorry, Robin. I don't know how. We could call Gold, but I think you need to prepare yourself for an unfavorable outcome here. I mean the shaft goes like a hundred feet below the surface."
"Come now, Emma. There isn't time to go find the Dark One. Please, you must try."
Emma shifted uncomfortably. She had been taking magic lessons with Regina for the last few weeks, moving things here and there, but always small unimportant things, and only so far as across the room.
"I… I don't know what might happen to you if it doesn't work," she mumbled uncertainly.
"I don't care. If there is even a chance that I might save her, I must try."
Emma nodded in understanding. She felt much the same when she pulled Killian's lifeless body from the water after his run in with Gold. She stared hard at Robin trying to focus on him while in her mind she thought of the cave where she had battle Maleficent. In a blink, Robin was gone. Not knowing what else to do, Emma called for Gold and the ambulance, before working on opening the elevator doors.
Robin felt the unsettling swirl of magic envelope him once again. When the smoke cleared, he was surrounded by darkness, and perched on uneven ground. Pulling out his flashlight, he immediately notice the dust and smoke thick in the air, and raised his scarf over his nose and mouth.
"Regina?" He called into the darkness, chokingly. "Regina, please if you can hear me my love, call out!"
Silence was his only answer, but he could not be daunted. Shining his light on his surroundings, he maneuvered his way through the piles of fallen rock and other rumble toward the only light coming from the shaft.
"Robin?" Emma called.
"I am fine, highness, but I have yet to find Regina."
"Okay, I called for help. Someone should be here soon Robin."
No further conversation was necessary, especially with the terrible air quality, so Robin returned to his search. He plucked through broken boards and large boulders until his heart snuck, when on one particularly splintered board, there was a rather large amount of blood.
"Regina?" he called for what felt like the thousandth time. "Please, please, I am coming. Just hold on."
He dug with renewed force, knowing his quarry was not far. Under a bit of the iron work lay the prone form of his soul mate. There was a deep gauge in her leg where the splintered wood had been pulled out, and a huge bruise was forming on her head, but other than that she lived.
"She lives!" he hollered up the shaft. "Emma, you must get someone quickly. She lives!"
Robin then turned his attention back to his broken Queen. The pool of blood beneath her was terrifying, but he could not dwell on it. He quickly removed his scarf and fashioned it into a tourniquet.
"Milady? Can you hear me, my darling?" he whispered as he stroked her cheek, trying to cox her back to the land of the living.
Her eyes fluttered, followed by a gasping cough.
"That's it darling. Come back to me," he continued. Above him, he heard the sound of more voices. "Help is on the way, dear, please just hold on."
She coughed again, but this time a bit of blood trickled from her lips. Robin wanted to weep. He wanted to scoop her in his arms and never let her go, but there was nothing more he could do for her. His every move brought her pain. It was the story of his life. He was destined to have all his loved ones stolen from him.
He was staring at her beautiful bruised face, when he heard a rumble that could only mean one thing. There was going to be another collapse. Not knowing what else to do, Robin moved so that his body was shielding Regina.
Closing his eyes, he prayed to anyone that would listen to save them. The air blackened and he squeezed his eyes closed, taking comfort in the fact that he would die trying to save Regina. The rumble grew to the sound of thunder. A voice could be heard through the darkness, but their words could not be made out. Robin braced himself for the inevitable impact, but amazingly he felt nothing except an all-encompassing warmth.
Robin opened his eyes, but all he could see was Regina. Everything around them was dark, but for an otherworldly glow which surrounded them. Moments passed like an eternity. Robin taking in every little detail in her precious face. The scar above her lip. The freckle near her nose. She was remarkable. He was so wrapped up in his study that he missed their rescue party calling. It was Emma tugging on his arm that finally got his attention.
"Robin, you need to move so that Whale and Gold can get a look at her," Emma whispered, continuing to try to pull him away. Robin looked beyond the savior to the worried faces of the dark one and the doctor.
"I… Her leg, she has a deep cut on her leg," he offered, still confused by the turn of events. As Gold and Whale began to work their own brands of magic, Robin tried to process what had happened.
"Are you going to be okay, Robin? I still need to find that Urn, and with all this rubble my job just got a lot harder," Emma sighed looking around at the dust and wreckage settling throughout the cave.
"Regina said the urn would be near the control panel for the elevator."
"Thanks," Emma smiled halfheartedly before trudging off.
"Easy there, Dearie," Gold cackled, helping Regina to her feet, though she leaned heavily on Dr. Whale.
"I'm fine," she whispered stubbornly. "It seems that cushioning charm did the trick."
"A fine bit of magic, but it you could stop the debris, why didn't you do it the first time?" Gold asked.
"I didn't stop anything, I just made it a bit softer landing," she replied in confusion.
Gold cackled again this time eyeing Robin with suspicious glee.
"I should have known, Thief. The wand, her, there was no way you didn't have a bit of magic in you."
"You must be mistaken, Imp. I am anything but magical," Robin replied.
"How else do you explain it, Thief? No less than several hundred pounds of debris just fell down that shaft, and somehow you and the unconscious queen were completely shielded."
At this, Regina looked at him in wonder.
"Is that true?" she whispered.
"I was just trying to protect you," Robin answered.
"I found it," Emma called, wandering back and breaking the spell that had fallen over them.
"Bravo, Savior," Gold rolled his eyes, before taking Regina's hand and blinking them all to the main entrance of the hospital. "This, I'm afraid, is where I must leave you. Regina, I have healed that pesky head wound, but the good doctor with have to deal with the leg." Without another with the Imp disappeared.
"I should get this to my mom and dad," Emma mumbled, shaking the urn. "Are you staying long, Regina? Should I send Henry to come sit with you?"
"I'm fine," Regina started to say, but Whale interrupted.
"Send the boy on over, Em. She is going to be here a few hours at least."
"This ridiculous," Regina growled, pushing off Whales shoulder only to nearly collapse when she tried to put weight on her leg.
"It's alright, Milady. I've got you," Robin shook his head at her stubbornness.
"You want to borrow some handcuffs?" Emma offered. "This one is a notoriously bad patient."
"We will be fine thank you, Highness. I know several ways to keep the Queen occupied," Robin replied, grinning at the patient in question wickedly.
"We have got a room ready if you want to follow me?" Whale's nurse said coming up with a wheel chair. Regina looked at it with derision, but was in too much pain to deny it any longer. The nurse helped her into the chair and then wheeled her to a private room, leaving Robin in the waiting room.
a/n: back by popular demand, Hope everyone likes this chapter, I dont know if there will be more or not, let me know if you want more :) happy outlaw queen week!