Author's Note: So this part will be more of Robin's POV. Hope your guys like it. And of course I don't own any characters they all belong to our kings of crazy Adam and Eddy
Robin Hood was walking through the woods trying to find the berries his son loved so much. It was early the sun just had begun to rise but Robin couldn't sleep so he decided to go for the search now and not later how he planned. Roland's birthday was coming up and he still had no idea what to give to his boy. It had to something special for a special four year old. Robin kept walking through the woods deep in his thoughts when he suddenly heard a laughing, the mad kind one. The kind he heard from people who were in a murderous frenzy and more than just a bit dangerous. So the archer got his bow and arrow ready and walked around the corner but as he saw what was going on he almost forgot how to breathe.
There was a man standing over a motionless woman who was lying in a blood pool. Even though Robin was standing a couple feet away he could see that the dress the dark haired woman was wearing had been expensive so she was very likely from high status. As Robin went closer the man looked up and glanced straight at him. The look the man gave him let Robin swallow hard there was so much hate but also enjoyment probably regarding the suffering of the woman in front of him. Not long thinking Robin aimed his arrow at the man and asked who the bloody hell he was and what had happened. But the man just kept laughing and then suddenly noticing the bow running away. Robin was about to follow him but the blood pool got bigger and bigger, he couldn't leave the woman alone. So he let the man escape and sunk next to the injured woman. He reached for her and tried to feel a pulse and after a few seconds desperate searching he finally found it, weak but clearly there. Robin grabbed some cloth he had with him and put it on the wound on her stomach careful not to touch the arrow, trying to stop the bleeding. As he put quite some pressure on it the woman silently moaned in pain but she was responding which calmed Robin a bit. He rolled her over and pulled her dark hair back and then it was like somebody had punched him in the gut as he recognised the unconscious woman-the Evil Queen. Robin had heard many tales about the great and terrible monarch but seeing her in person well that was a different story.
After the first shock was over he had to admit that he never seen a more beautiful woman than the one lying on the ground. Many people talked about the beauty of the Queen but Robin had to say none of the tales did her justice. Her raven black hair was long and silky and some strands got lose from her updo. She had smooth olive skin and full red lips even though the only reason for that were probably the lipstick she was wearing since her face had lost all color and was pale as snow. She suddenly let out another moan of pain and her eyes popped open which ripped Robin out of his stare. She had the most beautiful dark eyes he had ever seen. They kinda remembered him at the color of whiskey and she looked at him, those big eyes so full of emotions. Pain, fear and confusion and it was like somebody punched him at his gut. He couldn't describe this feeling he just knew he couldn't leave her here. Something in him just clicked and this woman was badly hurt and needed help. Before Robin could say something to her, her eyes closed again. Robin sighted and bended over to pick her up but then still hesitate for a second. This wasn't an ordinary woman this was the Evil Queen she was known to be as powerful as she was dangerous and he had a son to think about. But Robin nevertheless picked her up. He had a code to help those in need and if he liked it or not this woman needed it badly. She was lighter than he imagined lighter than any person her size should be. Afraid of her and afraid for her Robin started to walk toward the camp and asking himself if he didn't just made the biggest mistake of his life and at the same time why he was so sure he didn't.
After about half an hour Robin arrived at the camp of the merry man where his boy closely followed by Little John walked towards him. Roland stopped shortly before his father and asked curiously: "Daddy who is this?" Robin smiled at his boy and said that that was the Queen and that she got hurt and he had to go and take care of her. Roland nodded eagerly and asked with big eyes what had happened. Robin looked searching for help to his old friend but John just stared at him and the woman he was carrying with blank horror in his face. "John would you get…" Robin started to say but John interrupted him: "Robin what the bloody hell where you thinking bringing this monster here, to your son, to us?" For a second Robin was thinking that Little John might have been right that this was crazy she could kill all of them but then the Queen made another strangled moan full of pain and Robin couldn't leave her he just couldn't. "We swore to help those in need and the Queen is clearly injured. What kind of man does it make me if I leave her in the woods to die?" Robin threw at his friend. Little John looked like he wanted to argue but Robin stopped him: "John I don't want to hear it, take Roland away and bring friar Tuck to me hopefully he knows what to do." It was clear that John didn't agree with it but he knew the look Robin was giving him, it meant that arguing was senseless. So he nodded, grabbed Roland and went to look for Tuck while thinking his leader and best friend might have gotten crazy.
Robin watched his son and friend walking away and headed to his tent, gently dropping the still unconscious woman on the bed. Despite what he was saying to John he couldn't let the concern go entirely but his gut told him that it was the right thing to do and his gut had never been wrong.
Robin tried to make sure the Queen was lying as comfortable as possible when Tuck was marching in and before the man could say anything Robin said: "I know who she is and what she is capable of but I couldn't let her die". To the archers surprise the other man just nodded and kneeled before the Queen to take a closer look on the wound mumbling that he would do what he could to help her. Robin stood anxious next to the bed while Tuck was examining the wound and Robin swallowed hard as his friend got up with a concerned frown: "The wound isn't too deep but the arrow is poisoned and if I'm not mistaken it was dipped in Incubus. Whoever did this wanted the Queen to suffer". Robin sighted heavily at the name of the poison. It was a plant he was familiar with and had seen its horrific effects on people and how in the end they begged for death. The plant introduced a high fever which let the patient feel like he or she was burning alive. It was the kind of pain which let the entire body crumbling and it also let to hallucinations, mostly letting the poisoned person relive the worst moments of their lives.
"Robin I don't think there is much we can do." Tuck said with a frown. "Isn't there anything we can do, anything?" Robin asked his heart heavy. Sure the Queen did many evils in her reign but that was something nobody deserved. Tuck looked at his friend and bit his lip and started: "I do have an antidote here…" but before he could end his sentence Robin interrupted him: " Why in god's name haven't you said that immediately?" Tuck looked up in surprise at the almost desperate sound of the voice of his friend. He knew Robin was a good man but why the fate of this known evil stranger hit him so hard wasn't something Tuck could understand. "Because even with the antidote she likely will die and it will be a hell of a fight. A fight I doubt even the Queen will be able to win." Tuck answered with a concerned look at his friend. Robin walked slowly towards the Queen and asked without taking his eyes from her:" That still means there is a chance which means we have to try. She deserves a chance to fight and I kinda believe that's something she is good at." Tuck thoughtfully watched Robin and asked: "Why Robin why does she deserve a chance when so many didn't get one from her? " The prince of thieves slowly sits down next to the unconscious woman and shook his head: "I don't bloody know but I guess it shouldn't have been her choice to decide over life and death as it shouldn't be ours. So please Tuck just get the antidote." With that Tuck knew the last word was spoken so he nodded and left the tent with the promise to bring the antidote.
About ten minutes later Tuck came back and asked Robin to help him with the Queen. "She will wake up as soon as I rip the arrow out of her; you need to hold her down so I can pour the antidote directly onto the wound. She will fight it but you can't let go I need to hit the wound and nothing else understood?" Tuck looked questioningly at Robin who nodded and bended over the Queens small size to held her down. As soon as the fluid reached the Queens belly her eyes popped open dark from all the pain and like Tuck said she began struggling. For such a small woman she had surprisingly much strength but Robin had more and without much trouble he held her down while apologizing to her all the time.
Robin asked to Tuck to hurry up as suddenly the Queen looked right into his eyes and again it was like something hit Robin in the gut. Those beautiful dark eyes he had been thinking about all the time. He had the feeling he could drown in this big pained eyes that were again so full of emotions. Like before with pain, fear and confusion she looked up at him but also something else Robin couldn't quite recognize. He tried to put her mind at ease but all his efforts where useless she wasn't to calm down. As the Queen started to scream in pain it was like Robin felt her pain himself. He looked tortured over to his friend waiting for sign that he was done. The screams died as soon he stopped pouring the fluid on her and Robin let go of her and sunk next to her. He stroked a strand of hair back trying to comfort her but she flinched back and that was it when Robin realized what else he had seen in her eyes. Disbelieve and surprise that somebody would save her and if somebody had than certainly with a hidden agenda. Likely she thought he had worse plans with her, his own chance of revenge. The thought that she clearly didn't think anyone would come to unless to cause her pain pained Robin in a way he didn't really understand. He just knew as he was whispering to her:" You don't have to fear me milady I won't hurt you ", that he meant it. Nobody would hurt her he would make sure of it. The Queen just kept looking at him and then she was trying to say something but it was consumed by another moan of pain. Before she could try again her eyes closed and she had lost conscious again. Robin glanced to Tuck who stood silently on the other side of the bed and handed Robin a vial full off the fluid he just poured on the Queen with the introductions to put it on the wound all three hours. "It will be some hard days for the Queen she will need support to get through it." Tuck told his leader but he knew Robin already made his choice so he wasn't surprised as Robin took the vial and nodded.
Tuck smiled and was about to turn around as Robin asked:" John asked me why I would help her, he said she's a monster and you didn't want to help her at first too but you still did why?" Tuck sighted and looked up: "Because I saw her on her wedding day Robin, I saw how she, barely a woman said yes to man who could be her father. I saw a young innocent girl with so much fear in her eyes but also a sparkling in those eyes Robin. That woman here might be the Evil Queen but under all might still be that kind young child I've seen that day. " Robin saw an anger flashing in his friends eyes for a second and he swallowed hard by that Tuck just told him- The friar smiled and walked towards the exit of the tent as Robin realized something, stopped him a second time and asked:" Tuck do you know the Queen's name?" Tuck turn around and answered with a smile: "Regina" and this time he really left the tent and Robin was alone with the Queen no with Regina he thought with a smile as he sat next to her and reached for her hand and asking himself for the hundredth time what the bloody hell he was doing.