A/N- My awesome reviewer Dpooh1970 has asked for more MadArcher! Date night! What could possibly happen? They also said something about last chapter being too short, so here, I improvised for you 😉

XX

Zelena wasn't a woman who enjoyed mess and chaos, despite the vast number of tornadoes she had conjured to destroy peoples' homes. She enjoyed cleanliness and structure; becoming a mother amplified that ten-fold.

Unfortunately, at the moment, chaos plagued her bedroom as her bed became littered with clothes from her closet, covering a small invitation for 'Witches Mixer! Bring your hats, magic, and friends! Witches drink free!' that had been tossed on the sheets.

She was finally going to get some time to unwind. Regina had given her the invitation, had invited Emma, (who had unfortunately invited the flea-bitten wolf who of course had to invite the wicked witch's nemesis, Dorothy. But Zelena wasn't the only one who was sulking. Regina had thrown quite the fit when she found out that Emma had decided to let Snow tag along for the simple fact that the vomit-worthy true love her parents had shared was enough to declare Snow a witch. Regina would remedy that) and had told her sister to be ready by six.

The clock read 5:23 and the witch still couldn't find anything to wear.

Finally, finally she gave up, deciding she would just wait until Regina had arrived and used her magic to one-up whatever her sister picked out.

She heard the ring of her phone and turned towards the massive mess on her bed, digging through piles of clothes until she found the stupid contraption.

However, much to her dismay, Regina wasn't the one calling to say she was going to be there in about half an hour. Instead it was her daughter, Robin.

"Hello? Monkey? Is everything all right? It's rather late for you to be calling and…"

"Late?" The voice on the other end of the line laughed, "Mom, you're not getting old in your grandmother age, are you?"

"The day I ever become old is the day you can start referring to me as 'Snow White'." Zelena muttered and Robin chuckled.

"Going to have to remember that one for future reference."

"My darling daughter, I've saved all of your embarrassing baby photos for just an occasion!" Robin could hear the smirk in her mother's voice on the other line.

"Moving on! I'm sorry to call last minute. Alice and I weren't sure if you had plans or not but seeing as how the only plans you usually have is hanging with Aunt Regina drinking wine and laughing about the good-old-days, I thought you wouldn't be busy."

The redheaded woman went to speak but held back, deciding she would listen to what her daughter had to say first.

"Alice and I haven't been out on a date in forever and would love it if you watched Locksley for the night. Alice tried asking Nook but he's on another adventure going to some place that's "too dangerous for children, lass,". Snow and Emma are going somewhere with Aunt Regina and Ruby and Dorothy are coming too, so I thought you wouldn't be going since you know, that whole Oz thing. I wouldn't ask on such short notice, but we could really use the time alone that we haven't had in almost 7 years and it's becoming more and more impossible to find a babysitter."

Zelena's glance went to the pamphlet on her bed that she had unearthed from retrieving her phone and she closed her eyes and put on her best smile for her daughter, as if Robin were standing there right in front of her.

"Of course, Monkey. I'll watch the little one for you." The sadness that she had been hiding in her voice was soon gone as she heard the excitement in Robin's voice, as well as the voice of Locksley in the background telling Alice how happy he was that he was going to go to Gramma's.

She would do anything for her daughter. Anything for her grandson, too.

"I'll see you soon!" Robin hung up the phone and Zelena called her sister after the call ended.

"Regina? Change of plans. No, no! Robin needed me to babysit tonight. Really? You think we could? Here? I'll set everything up. Tell the girls. No, sis. Shouldn't be a problem at all. He's a kid, they love sugar and television, you know that as well as I do. Sit him in front of that TV and he won't move a muscle."

XX

"So you know the deal…"

Zelena rolled her eyes, watching as her grandson made his way into her house and sat on the couch next to the stuffed toy monkey Zelena had enchanted for him when he came to stay over.

Robin remembered her Aunt Regina giving her one just like it when she was younger, telling her how it belonged to her older brother, Roland.

"Yes, yes, you're like a broken record, Robin. Bedtime at 9, no sweets an hour before bed, no spoiling him before his dinner and make sure he eats his vegetables. I should have known it would be you who would take up the wicked witch mantra. These rules are worse than torture."

The archer went to say something when Alice pulled her away. "Come on, Nobin. We're going to be late, and we don't have too much time. You can argue with your mum later."

"Have fun you two!" Zelena gave them a wave watching as Robin's leer faded as she followed Alice away from the farm. She turned towards the couch where Locksley sat, his stuffed monkey clutched tightly to his chest and his eyes glued to the cartoons on the television.

"Locksley?" She sat next to the boy and he gave her a smile, showing his recent missing teeth.

"Yes, Gramma?"

"Gramma is going to have Aunt Regina and some friends over tonight. If I promise to let you stay up and watch cartoons and not eat your vegetables you must promise me you won't tell Mommy that we had guests, deal?"

He didn't take time to mull it over, just instantly wrapped his arms around Zelena and nodded. "Deal!"

The redhead pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed Regina. "Coast is clear, come on inside."

XX

"So where exactly are you taking me, and why so far in the woods? We had reservations in Storybrooke, Alice, we could have gone there."

"Really, Nobin? Where is your sense of adventure?!" Her wife grinned, turning back to face the woman.

"There's really no arguing with you, is there?" Robin pushed another branch aside, her arms already cut by a few thorns that she hadn't seen since the sun started to set.

"Hush. We're here." Alice stood on the precipice of a mountain, glancing across to more forest, the camp that used to be there a long time ago had scattered as the inhabitants moved to either Storybrooke or Hyperion Heights, some even building houses in the Enchanted Forest.

Robin walked behind the woman, wrapping her arms around her wife. "This is…?"

"Yes, Robin. This is the spot where we first met. I haven't been here in so long, I just wanted to visit with you."

Robin nudged her nose into the crook of Alice's neck, kissing up until she reached the woman's ear to whisper words she hadn't said in over a decade.

"Don't move, spy."

They both erupted into a fit of giggles, before Alice pulled Robin into a deep kiss, squeezing the woman tightly against her. When they finally broke for air, the blonde looked around them and nodded.

"All right, I'll take us to the restaurant," Alice muttered, but the archer shook her head.

"Actually, how about just Storybrooke? I have a better idea. We barely ever go there, and I would love to show you around. Maybe even make out in the back of a certain bookstore I know?" Robin wiggled her eyebrows and the blonde rolled her eyes.

"Yes, perfect, give poor Gideon nightmares." Alice grabbed Robin's arm as a puff of black smoke surrounded them and in an instant, they were gone.

XX

Locksley could hear the voices of his grandmother and her friends in the other room, laughing and having a good time. Apparently Snow White had already passed out after Regina accidentally gave her stronger liquor than she was used to.

They had been playing cards for the past half hour, and the boy had grown bored of watching TV, especially by himself. Every time he tried to go in the kitchen to spend time with Zelena or Regina, or any of the other women in the room, he was reminded how adorable he was (and how much he looked like Robin, to which Zelena couldn't help but gush), given a snack and told to go watch cartoons.

His hands lit up with the white light of his magic. It was definitely time for a new game. And if Gramma or her friends weren't going to play with him, he'd find another game to play.

XX

It didn't take long for Alice to break out into a fit of laughter as soon as they arrived to Storybrooke.

Robin thought it would be a good idea to share the town's idea of wishing by giving Alice and herself a coin to toss into a nearby wishing well.

"But what's the point of doing this if you have magic, Nobin?" Alice asked and Robin glared at her for the use of the nickname.

"The point is, it's adorable, and not everyone has magic like you and the rest of our weird family. Just close your eyes, make a wish, and toss in the coin. Like this!" Robin jumped onto the stone edge of the wishing well, smirking at her wife for her skill as she prepared to throw the coin into the water, closing her eyes for the full effect.

Her eyes opened when she felt her footing become unhinged as she toppled into the water of the wishing well, landing on the scattered coins at the bottom with a giant splash.

"Robin!" Alice, rushing to the woman's aid, couldn't help but laugh hysterically at her dripping wet wife, reaching her hand out to help her up, but quickly taking it back once she saw the glint in the archer's eye. "Watch it, Nobin. I don't know how to use my magic to dry you off, so if you want my jacket, I wouldn't try any funny business. What happened anyway? You're usually so good with your balance."

Robin stood up and started to remove any extra layer of clothing that was soaked. "I don't know! I lost my footing, I guess. Kind of felt like I was pushed, but you were all the way over there and there's no one here but us. I guess…I guess the brick holding this up must have been loose. Storybrooke definitely needs a makeover."

She took her phone out of her pocket and sighed in annoyance when the screen stayed black.

Alice took off her jacket and wrapped it around Robin's shoulders. "Maybe we should go home?"

"Alice Mills…We barely get any time alone with not only taking care of Locksley, but Mom's constant sudden arrival in the house unannounced, my dad's always wanting to spend time with me now that he's back in our lives. Roland even called two weeks ago. Can you believe it? My own brother who I get in contact with maybe twice a year calls and wants to meet up because he's nervous about his wife having her second kid. The only one who ever gives us any peace is Noo—Erm, your Papa." She corrected herself when she saw Alice's eyes narrow. "The point is, we need this date. And yes, I'm shivering. And yes, I'm probably going to be sick for the next few days, but one mishap shouldn't stop us from enjoying ourselves. Come on, I know a really awesome dessert place nearby that may sell t-shirts."

Alice grinned and held her wife's hand. "Why Robin, is this a date?"

Robin smiled and gave the woman's hand a squeeze. "I sure hope so, otherwise I'm wasting a whole lot of lip gloss right now," she wiped away her wet hair that was sticking to her face and pulled the woman towards the shop, not noticing the tiny puff of black smoke that had materialized not too far away from them.

XX

"Alice! I am so, so sorry…" Robin had a bunch of napkins in her hand, wiping remnants of a slice of orange cheesecake off the woman's face.

To her surprise, the blonde could only laugh at her wife's clumsiness. "That's definitely one way to get me to try something new, though I wouldn't recommend it!"

What had happened? Robin had paid for the cheesecake (and a t-shirt to replace her soaking wet one), walked over to the table outside to set it down in front of the blonde, then watched as it slipped out of her hands onto Alice's face. The archer tried to replay the scene repeatedly in her head to see if maybe she was really at fault for what had happened, but nothing was making any sense.

"Maybe going out tonight wasn't a good idea after all," the woman frowned and Alice gave her a cheesecake laden kiss on her cheek, Robin smearing it with a napkin.

"Don't be silly, love. We've been having such a fun time! It's not standard for a date, but I love it. Where off to next?" Robin had just the idea.

"I sure hope Mom is faring better than we are, you know how much of a handful our boy can be sometimes," the archer muttered, continuing to clean off her wife's face.

"I'm sure Zelena is fine. She's watched Locksley hundreds of times, and he loves hanging out with her."

"Alice, he's like, seven years old. You know the older they get the more chaotic. Don't give me that look, we weren't all as good of a child as you."

"Which is why he gets it from you," she giggled, throwing the used napkins on the paper plate as Robin went to throw everything in the trash.

XX

"Good night everyone! Emma, make sure you take care of Snow. Don't want her having too much of a hangover in the morning. Really needs to control her liquor, the poor thing," Zelena smiled and turned to an empty home.

"At least the house isn't too messy. And Locksley has been quiet all night, so that's a good thing. Better go and check on the little one."

She gave a wave towards the kitchen, watching as everything appeared spotless, then poured herself a drink, walking towards her living room, cartoons still blaring from the television.

"Locksley?"

The witch thought she would find him sleeping on her couch, curled up with the stuffed monkey she had given him, like he always did after a long day of cartoons, but to her surprise the boy wasn't there.

"Monkey, where are you? If you're playing a game, Gramma isn't finding it funny!" She continued to search for him in every area of the house, even looking in her magic vault that Robin used to sneak into when she was about his age.

"Locksley? Robin Locksley Mills, where are you?!" As it became more and more evident that her search was turning out to be empty, panic started to slowly set in.

Robin is going to kill me.

XX

"I think we're cursed or something." Robin held the ice pack to her head as Gideon ran towards the back of the store to get more first aid supplies. "Or maybe someone shouldn't want a book so high up on the shelf?"

Alice flushed in embarrassment, looking away from the woman as a guilty look spread across her features. "I didn't think part of the shelf would wobble! I didn't mean to fall off and hit you on the head!"

"Just don't tell Gideon you were climbing his mother's bookshelves to get something you wanted. He's been so nice with his hospitality, we don't need him to throw us out. Oh, and by the way, the next time you say 'watch this, Nobin,' remind me of this moment so I can stop you."

Alice huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "I didn't want to bother him. I'm a pretty good climber, you know, and the book wasn't so high. It's these shelves. They're just…Really, really old, that's all."

"Is that why your leg gave out half way? You're lucky I caught you. Of course, today is the day you decide to wear your old Tilly boots."

"I'm sorry, Robin," the blonde the woman and pulled her into a tight hug.

Nearby, a young boy hiding behind a bookshelf watched as his mother was almost badly hurt. He nervously backed away, knocking a few books down before disappearing back to his grandmother's.

"What was that?" Alice turned towards where the books had fallen, letting go of her embrace on her wife, walking towards the scattered novels on the ground. "It's probably nothing but…I wonder if we've had company."

She made her way back over to Robin and reached into the woman's pocket, pulling out her wife's cellphone. She tried to turn it on, but the screen wasn't working.

"Going to have to get mom to fix my phone. It hasn't been working since I fell in the wishing well. Is everything okay, Alice? You look exactly like you did when I gave you that marmalade sandwich after we came back from our cursed selves."

The woman nodded, the look of epiphany falling from her face. "I'm fine. Keep that ice pack on your head. I just really wish we could call your mother."

"Are you missing Locksley already? Do you want to go back to Mom's to get him?"

But the blonde could only shake her head. "No, it's fine. Unless you're not feeling up to it? But if you are okay to continue our date I was wondering if you still have that dinner reservation? I'm thinking we won't have any more little accidents for the night."

"Might be a little too late, but we could try and see if we could get a table."

XX

When the doorbell rang, Zelena had been pacing her kitchen, her red curls extremely disheveled from constantly running her fingers through her hair.

"Mom? We're back!" The witch could hear the excitement in her daughter's voice, ready to get their son back and go home.

But the little devil was nowhere to be found.

Zelena made her way to the door and opened it, blocking the two women from seeing anything inside.

"How was date night?"

"We had a few odd mishaps, but in the end, it was really nice. That new place the Dwarves opened was busy, so we went to Granny's instead. What's the matter with you? Why do you look sweaty? Have you been using that exercise bike again? I thought you had thrown it away after your Kelly days."

"Sometimes I just have the urge to ride the bloody thing. What's with the interrogation? What about you? Why is there an ice pack on your head?"

The archer ignored the woman's question, "Mom, are you sure you're okay? You're acting really weird right now. Where's Locksley? Did you feed him sweets again? Is that what's going on?" Robin pushed past her mother and Zelena tried to stop her.

"Robin, there's something I should tell you about Locksley…He's…He's…"

The younger Mills stopped dead in her tracks, mouth hanging open.

"Sound asleep on the couch? Wow, this is definitely a first!" Robin sat next to the boy and ran her fingers through his hair, watching as he clutched his stuffed monkey tighter to his chest.

The redhead had bound into the room after Robin, surprised to see the boy on the couch, asleep. A place he hadn't been five minutes ago.

How did…Where…Oh, we're going to definitely have this talk later.

"We're going to have to let you watch him more often. I expected him to be bouncing off the walls, or missing, or something." Robin smirked, Alice walking over to the two and picking her son up, ready to take him home.

Zelena gave out a half-hearted laugh. "Well, I love watching him. The next time you two want a night to yourselves, please, let me know. It's no trouble at all."

"We will definitely take you up on that offer. Goodnight, mom." Robin and Alice gave Zelena a hug goodbye and left, making the journey back home.

The witch pulled out her phone and dialed Regina.

"Sis? Yes, I finally found him. You'll never believe what that little bugger did!"

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