From an anon prompt on tumblr: when Zelena broke her ankle upon arriving the Underworld and she didn't have any magic to fix it herself, I missed seeing Regina offering to heal it —even if it was reluctant.


The ear splitting wailing had just about drove Zelena mad, and no amount of bouncing and soothing from Regina or Robin had done anything to calm the baby's cries. Zelena was sprawled across the stiff couch, and she groaned loudly as she pulled a pillow over her head, the pounding behind her eyes distracting her from the sharp aching in her ankle. She could just make out her sister asking Robin to take the baby from her so she could warm another bottle, and she heard a slight hiccup in the baby's cries as she handed her over to the archer.

"Why won't she stop crying?" Zelena said, her voice muffled through the pillow pressed to her face.

"She's probably scared and tired," Regina answered from the kitchen, the fatigue in her voice obvious even from across the room.

"You'd think she'd worked herself up enough to finally pass out," Zelena muttered, pressing the sides of her pillow over her ears.

She heard footsteps approaching her, and she lifted the pillow to see Regina placing a steaming mug on the table in front of her, the smell of green tea wafting to Zelena's nose.

"In case you're still cold," Regina said softly as Zelena moved the pillow under her head, rolling to face her sister with a wince. She grimaced as she lifted her injured leg gingerly, pushing herself off the couch slowly so she could sit up. The old, unused springs creaked under her weight, and she tugged her good leg under her, stretching the sore one out on the empty cushions.

"Why haven't you healed that yet?" Regina wondered aloud, knitting her brow as she tested the warmed bottle on her wrist before handing it to Robin.

"My magic doesn't work here." Zelena slumped as she nestled back into the couch with the mug snug between her hands. The warmth was welcome, but she squeezed her fingers as frustration flickered through her stomach, and she hissed when she accidentally moved her ankle.

Regina looked at Robin as he bounced the screaming baby, and then shrugged as she stepped towards her sister. "Good thing mine does."

She slid into the seat next to Zelena's feet, raising her hands above her sister's leg only to stop as the other woman protested.

"I don't need you to fix it, I'll do it later, once my magic works again." She huffed and recoiled from Regina, pulling her legs towards herself more, slowly this time, avoiding a shock of pain from the movement.

"Don't be stubborn," Regina said, rolling her eyes as she scooted closer to Zelena, "You don't know if you'll get your magic back at all while we're here. It's not as easy as you might think."

"You have yours," Zelena quipped, the statement sounding more like an accusation than a simple fact.

"Yes, well…" Regina trailed off, watching Robin pacing the kitchen as he tried to get his daughter to take her bottle. She chewed her bottom lip as she paused to think, and then shook her head and turned back to Zelena. "Just let me fix your damn ankle. We don't need you hobbling around behind us when we could use your help."

Zelena narrowed her eyes at her sister, fighting her desire to argue with her. She didn't want help, she was quite capable of dealing with this alone, and if worse came to worse she could certainly manage a bum ankle while they looked for a way out of here; she'd dealt with worse before. But, as Regina stared at her, eyebrows raised and eyes wide as she waited for a fight, Zelena gave in and waved her hand in defeat.

Regina stayed silent, biting her tongue on the snarky comment that was probably begging to slip out of her mouth, and raised her hand, a purple glow radiating down to Zelena's injury. The stiffness in her leg instantly disappeared, and she could feel her nerves tingle as the inflamed muscles relaxed. Regina lowered her hand and Zelena rolled her ankle slowly, testing for any twinges of pain before she pushed herself up further, sitting straight enough to rest both feet on the floor.

Robin growled in frustration as the baby spat out her bottle again, and both women turned to look at him, eyebrows rising in unison.

"She's being difficult," Robin remarked, his frustration and exhaustion edging his voice with a sharpness he didn't intend.

"Like mother, like daughter," Regina mused, lifting off the couch to meet Robin in the kitchen, relieving him of the crying baby with a quick peck on his cheek.

"Can I try?" Zelena asked quietly, almost afraid for them to hear her.

The couple paused and looked at her before turning to each other. Robin sighed and rolled his eyes, mumbling something about getting some rest as he walked towards the stairs that lead to the bedroom above them. Regina smiled at her sister as she carried the squirming bundle over to her. She passed the baby over delicately, absently reminding her to watch the baby's neck, and lowered herself back to her seat on the couch.

Zelena cradled her daughter close to her chest, rocking her arms slowly as she whispered down to her. Regina took one of Zelena's hands to nestle the bottle in her palm, and she raised it to the baby's mouth, wiggling the tip slightly against her tiny wailing lips.

Both women sat together cooing to the girl tucked next to Zelena's heart, and the baby calmed as she looked up at her mother and her aunt. She took the bottle into her mouth and sucked sleepily on it, her eyes drooping as she watched the shining pairs of blue and brown eyes above her. Regina slipped her finger into the baby's hand and rubbed her thumb along her tiny fingers.

"Well look at you," Regina nudged her sister with her elbow, "The baby whisperer."

Zelena beamed down at her daughter, love and pride welling behind her eyes and threatening to spill down her cheeks. Without looking at her, she reached over and took Regina's free hand, squeezing it tightly as they sat together in silence. The three Mills women – well, she supposed one of them wouldn't be a woman for some time – held each other in blissful silence, finding a moment of peace in their apartment in hell.