It's Saturday! YAY! There will be something in this chapter that will probably come as a surprise to you guys, but don't worry; I've got everything under control. There are also some parts of this chapter that has OCs in it (Specifically Bryony and Hewitt) to introduce them further into the plot and in one case, introduce a character we haven't seen yet. So, keep an eye out and enjoy!

I do not own Fire Emblem.

Robin was adjusting slowly to her new life. While her friends from the first week of her regained consciousness were still just as supportive and friendly as ever, she realized that if she reached out to people, she could make an active difference in their lives. Maybe it was the fact that Chrom had been the one to help her in a time of need, and now she felt that she should help repay the favor and improve potential buddies' lives.

So far, she was off to a good start; On the first day she woke up, she had someone managed to befriend two people and raise Lissa's self esteem. Sumia didn't seem as flustered anymore as well, and while Cordelia could be occasionally jealous, she seemed to be adjusting to the new girl. Robin's presence in the band had also caused Lon'qu, Panne, Anna, and the girl's friend, Tiki, to join within the first week. Maribelle warmed up to the drum major immensely after the rescue mission and was trying to get her to teach her "low life slang". Ricken's confidence nearly skyrocketed after the first day of school, and he didn't seem to have that slight fear of Chrom anymore.

That left Frederick.

While her teacher had become more accustomed to the newbie's presence in his band program, Robin couldn't shake the feeling that he still didn't trust her. Not like she could blame him; in the past two weeks, she had dragged Chrom and Lissa into paintball wars, gang attacks, peace offerings, and rag-tag missions. Honestly, she wouldn't trust herself if she was in his shoes.

So why did she desperately want his approval? Was it because she gained everybody else's so easily? Was Frederick her supposed challenge? Robin didn't like to think that, yet there was no other reason that came to mind.

So, you could imagine her surprise when he asked her to babysit Noire for the weekend. To her, it seemed like a simple, yet important, task, and she was more than willing to take him up on it. Frederick, on the other hand, was beyond nervous. He kept sending her emails about what his daughter could and couldn't eat, could and couldn't watch, could and couldn't sleep, could and couldn't read, and so on, and so on...

By the time Friday actually came, Robin had gotten so much information that she felt like she knew the child personally. After realizing that she had gotten her first job, Sumia offered to help (Robin assumed it was probably because she didn't want to spend her weekend in the apartment alone), but the white haired girl politely turned her down, assuring that she had everything under control.

That was how she ended up outside of Frederick's house with her bag on her shoulder and her band binder in her hands. She finger barely brushed the doorbell before her teacher (who looked surprisingly frantic) swung the door open," You're early."

"Only by ten minutes," She responded meekly," Cordelia said that it would be a good idea-"

"Of course, of course," He ran a hand through his ruffled brown hair," Okay, so have you read all of my emails I've sent?"

"Every single one."

Frederick nodded in approval," Okay, but did you triple check each one-"

"Frederick!" Tharja yelled from inside the house," Stop annoying her! You'll scare her away!"

The band director cringed," Yes dear," He took a deep breath, relaxing his shoulders," I suppose you should come in."

Although a little turned away because of his choice of words, Robin made a beeline for the living room. Tharja was closing the zipper on one of her suitcases, grumbling about how much she hated her parents and why they insisted on her coming to visit. The drum major had learned early on that Tharja's parents had never approved of her exiting the cult, but they have been bombarding her with demands that she at least visit them. It was no wonder she was leaving Noire behind," Good evening, Robin. I hope my idiot husband hasn't been pestering you as much as he has been aggravating me."

She shook her head," No-"

"Don't lie."

"...Okay, maybe a little."

Tharja smirked and wandered over to the couch where her daughter was chewing on one of her stuffed animals. She ruffled the toddler's hair before scooping her up and placing her in Robin's hands," Don't worry if she doesn't talk much; she's very shy. Her bedtime is at 7:30, her nap time is after lunch, and her dinner should be around 5:00. You can raid our cupboards to try and find whatever food you want."

Frederick wrapped his arms around his wife's and rested his chin on her shoulder," Did you tell her about-"

"Robin is the most capable of taking care of our child, so you need to trust her."

Most capable? Surely there were other people with more qualifications than her. Heck, she couldn't remember past three weeks ago. Then again, she needed to reassured the parents," Don't worry, I've got everything under control."

The man made a grunt like noise before dropping the subject and kissing his baby on the head," I love you, Noire. Stay safe, alright?"

The tiny girl kissed her father's nose and waved to the couple as they left the house, completely unaware that there were going to be gone for more than a few hours. As soon as the duo had pulled out of the driveway, Robin turned to the one year old in her arms," So, what do you want to do now?"

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Bryony tapped her pen against her notepad as she watched customers weave in and out of the diner. Cherche, who was the counter-tender, giggled at the girl's fidgeting," Something on your mind, Eeyore?"

"...No."

Cherche frowned and tried to pry information out of the girl," Oh come on, there has to be something!" The rosy haired girl pressed," Family problems? Hopeless dreams? Being bullied?"

Bryony rolled her eyes; even though she knew the French hornist was only exaggerating to make conversation, she found the girl's blabber slightly annoying. Of course there wasn't anything wrong with her life. The only unfortunate thing about it was that her parents got divorced the previous year, and she hadn't quite recovered yet. It was hard to feel bad for herself when people like Chrom and Lissa had a criminal for a father and Robin couldn't remember anything at all, so she mainly kept to herself.

"Bry?" Cherche tilted her head towards a booth where a lavender haired boy had been sitting," He's been here for awhile. You should ask him if he needs anything else."

The girl nodded nonchalantly and followed her elder's orders, meandering through the maze of chairs to get to his table. The closer she got, the more she realized that she had seen this kid in band before," Um, excuse me? Would you like anything else?"

Now that she was at her destination, she could see that the boy had been working on a pile of homework," I'm fine, thank 'ya!" He paused," Unless 'ya know somethin' 'bout this his'try paper."

Ironically, she had just finished it a few hours earlier. Bryony slid into the seat next to his and scanned what little things he had so far," It's the paper about Amelia Earhart, right? I guess I could help a little bit, but I don't think I'll do much good," She leaned on her arms," It makes me mad that this stupid paper had to do about her one failure instead of her many accomplishments. I mean, she was one of the very first female pilots, and all we want to remember is how she disappeared," Bryony paused, surprised to see the boy gawking at her," Heh. Seems like I piqued your curiosity..."

"Donnel."

"Bryony."

He let out a low whistle," That's a pr'ety name for a pr'ety girl! Smart too! You sure know 'bout this lady! By the way you explained her, I think I'm fallin' in love...with her."

Bryony's face turned pink," Well, keep this under your hat, but it's long been my dream to become just like her. I'm truly delighted that you're as interested in her life as I am! ...Although needless to say, I'm nowhere close to realizing my dream. They'd probably laugh me out of the Shepherds if they knew...or Ylisse...promise not to tell anyone!"

"She must'a been mighty special if a gal as amazin' as you can't measure up."

"I know, but-" The girl's jaw dropped, and her face turned even darker than it was before," Oh, I'm not amazing, Donnel. I'm just ordinary."

Donnel stuck his pencil in his messy hair and waved the very thought away," Aw, donkey dung! You're amazin' in more ways than I could ever count!"

Amazing? Was that what he had just said? Bryony shook her head," Stop that. You shouldn't try to flatter me—charming though it may be."

"I ain't flatterin' ya, Bryony! Cross my heart and hope to spit!" He declared proudly," And to prove it, I'm gonna start listin' 10 good things about ya every day!"

The mopey girl had to do a double-take," Er, every day?"

Donnel nodded confidently," Yep! Monday to Sunday, no days off!"

"What if I'm sick?"

"I'll call ya'."

"What if I'm on vacation?"

"I'll write 'cha a letter."

"What if I'm dead?"

"You won't die."

Bryony was running out of excuses, so she raised her hands in defeat," Fine. Just...don't make a big deal out of it."

"Anythin' ya' want, ma'am!"

She managed a small smirk, amused by his eagerness," Well, this should be amusing. I wonder how long you'll last."

It felt like her eyes were playing tricks on her, because it looked like Donnel had just winked," Oh, just you wait. I can do this for ages!"

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Meanwhile, Anna had just bargained her way out of working the night at her family store by telling them that she was going to make posters for the place and hang them around. Instead, she had come across the problem of where she should go for a few hours. Eventually she settled on the park, mentally criticizing the ice cream man's technique.

She managed to hold herself back from lecturing him until a black haired boy approached the cart. Instead of talking, he pointed at an object on the menu and began digging money out of his wallet to pay for it. The ice cream man narrowed his eyes," Is there some special reason you don't feel like talking?"

The boy frowned and held the money up in his hand, offering to pay ahead of time for his food. For some reason, the owner was having none of it," Look, kid; I don't know what game you're playing, but-"

Anna's jaw dropped. Why wasn't he taking the money? Why would any shopkeeper with common sense send away income? What kind of a place was this? Didn't this dude have to put up with kids all the time? Why was the mute kid annoying him so badly? She was fed up with this guy by this point, so she rocketed up and jabbed her finger into his chest," Have you not heard of customer service?! The customer is always right, and this kid has been doing nothing wrong! Has the thought occurred that he might be mute or-"

"I'm not mute," He interrupted softly.

She ignored him and plowed on,"-Deaf! Just give him his food and think about what you've done."

"I'm not deaf eith-"

"Who do you think you are, telling me how to do my job?!" The man bellowed," I should call the cops!"

"What crime have I done?!"

"Harassment!"

"I have done no such-"

The black haired boy cringed and hooked his arm in Anna's, slowly pulling her away before the situation could become worse. It was only when they were out of sight from the cart that he released her and awkwardly stuffed his hands in his pockets," Thanks."

The new colorguard-ist huffed," They should drag that man's sorry ass of the-Oh, you're welcome," She leaned against a nearby tree and smirked," You don't talk much, do you?" This answer didn't require a spoken answer, so he only shrugged," I think I've seen you around school. You go to Ylisse High, right?"

"I'm a trumpet player."

She snapped her fingers," That's right! You are, aren't you? You might not know me-"

"You're Anna," He stated automatically," You're on the colorguard team. We have three classes together."

That was the longest she had ever heard him talk. Now that he mentioned it, she had seen him around more than she originally thought. He usually sat in the back of the room with one headphone in his ear. Whenever a teacher picked on him, he often gave one worded answers that the class could barely hear. She was the head of the school newspaper and made an effort to talk to everyone (including Kellam), so why had she missed him? Anna tilted her head," You're that kid that never talks in class..."

"Hewitt."

"Right," She turned her gaze down to her feet, trying to hide the fact that she was surprised she hadn't noticed him before. How was that even possible? She was the head of the school paper, for naga's sake! How did this kid slip past her? Something was up with him, and she made it her personal mission to discover who Hewitt was.

Hewitt looked incredibly uncomfortable, obviously not used to social situations. All he knew was that this girl had just stood up for him, and barely anyone did that anymore," Let me buy you something!" He blurted, clenching his fists nervously as he did so.

Ooh, he wanted to buy her something? Anna did love material goods," Oh, if you insist!" She looped her arm in his, secretly enjoying the way his face lit up red whenever she made physical contact with him.

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Libra knew that he had a girlish appearance, but it was a nuisance whenever he went out. Even when he was volunteering at his church, something always seemed to go wrong. Today was not an acceptation to that.

He had been helping clean out a neighbor's attic, and some of the boxes were incredibly heavy," It's remarkable how much rubbish a family leaves behind...Ungh! This is heavier than it looks!" Before he could comment further on it, the weight was lifted from his grasp," It suddenly feels lighter! But how?"

Virion poked his head out from behind the box and winked," Such slender, delicate arms are ill-suited to this kind of work!"

"...Virion? What are you doing here?"

"This is my house," He explained casually before switching back to his...Eh, flirtier persona," Please! Allow gentle Virion to carry this! I think there's a pillow over there that needs moving if you want to help."

A pillow? Libra could probably handle more than carrying that, but he might as well help in any way possible," Oh. Yes, well, thank you, Virion."

"Think nothing of it, milady! A woman of your beauty shouldn't be reduced to hauling trash."

There it was. He had hoped that something like this wouldn't happen tonight, but fate didn't seem to be on his side.

Virion tilted his head naively," What's the matter, sweet Libra? Did I say something wrong?"

"I'm a man."

"Ha ha ha! Not only are you beautiful, you have wit to... Erm, to match? Yes? Hmm..." The blue haired man leaned in closer," Except now that I look more closely at your face..." He gulped.

Libra sighed and waved it off," It's all right. it happens a lot. I'm sorry I was cross."

"You had every right to be cross, good sir! Ah ha ha! Oh, my. How could I, Virion, make such an error? Me! VIRION! Oh my stars..."

The teenager had an incredibly nauseous look plastered on his face," Are you all right?"

Virion laughed awkwardly," N-nothing! It's just that... your eyes are... so very shiny and pretty... Like two pools...of...something..."

"I'm going to get back to work now," Libra announced, progressively becoming more flustered by the encounter. Virion only nodded and bolted from the attic as soon as possible.

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Robin sat on the couch the next afternoon with Noire in her lap while watching the educational cartoons Frederick had suggested. So far, the show wasn't well developed and kept asking the stupidest questions. She was tempted to just pull one of the movies Sumia gave her out and pop it in the DVD player.

She eventually did just that and was going to make herself lunch when the phone rang. She made sure Noire was comfortable on the couch before going in the kitchen to answer it," Warry residence, babysitter speaking?"

"Lissa was right," Emmeryn answered chipperly. Instead of coming across as cheerful like she had intended, the woman sounded like she was trying to hide something," I knew Frederick had trust in you!"

Robin rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall," Did he put you up to this so that he could have a minute by minute report on how I'm taking care of his daughter-"

"Robin," She could faintly hear the woman take a deep breath on the other side of the phone," Your family is...dead."

The white haired girl froze, dread quickly filling her stomach. She laughed nervously," Ha, that's...that's a funny joke...it was a joke, right?" When Emmeryn didn't answer, she squeezed her eyes shut," Right?"

The woman sighed," They were killed in a car accident a few years ago. It was a drunk driver and-"

Robin let the phone slip from her fingers, barely moving when the electronic slammed onto the ground. Tears pooled in her eyes; how was she supposed to figure out who she was if no one in her family was still alive? Was it even worth it to try and get her memories back? The drum major shakily raked her hand through her hair, holding back the temptation to scream. Instead, she made a beeline for the living room, scooped up Noire, and tucked her in for a nap. While the infant was confused on why her babysitter's face was wet, she stayed quiet and wasn't fussy when put to bed.

As soon as she shut the toddler's door, Robin collapsed onto the couch and screeched into a pillow, hoping to muffle the noise from the baby. Sobs clawed their way out of her throat, making her face feel hot and her breaths shorter. It was only when she felt that she was suffocating that she pulled her face out of the pillow, splashed with a wave of cool air hitting her face. As soon as she felt satisfied enough, she collapsed back onto the pillow and and repeated the cycle. She barely heard the door open.

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Chrom was a bit surprised when Emmeryn had entered his room and told him that he should visit Robin for a while and keep her company while she was babysitting. Now that he looked back on it, his older sister did look conflicted when she said it, almost as if something was troubling her. He had brushed his suspicions off, but they dug themselves right back up when Robin wouldn't answer the door.

Pulling the hidden key out from it's elaborate hiding spot (slid in the crack on the step that was hidden by a bush) he pushed the door open and stepped inside. His heart dropped in his stomach when he found Robin collapsed on the couch, trying to muffle her sobs with a pillow. He hightailed it to the piece of furniture and gently took his friend's shoulders. She flinched, probably because she hadn't heard him enter, but didn't pull her head out of the cushion. Chrom ignored the sound of his heart pounding and guided her into a sitting position, trying to hide how panicked he felt. He had never seen her cry; not when she got kicked in the head, not when he found out about her bruises, not when her foot got caught in barbed wire, and not when she was scared to perform. Whatever had happened was most likely something undeniably horrible," Robin?"

She avoided his gaze and sniffled, probably embarrassed that someone had seen her that way. Chrom frowned and situated her so that she was snuggled onto his lap, just like he did whenever one of his sisters was sad. He used his thumb to wipe away some of her tears, only tilting her head onto his chest once her face was free of the dampness," You want to tell me what's wrong?"

Robin shook her head and curled up against him, releasing a huff of air as she did so. He let out a breathy chuckle and obliged, knowing that it was hard to talk about whatever was bothering her. Eventually, she climbed out of his grasp and fetched Noire from her nap. The white haired girl placed the infant in a bouncer and put Disney's Robin Hood in the movie player before returning to Chrom. Much to his shock, she awkwardly stopped in front of him. Her face, although it was still soaked, seemed to have a rosy shade to it. What was she-

He got his response when she swiftly plopped back down onto his lap. Chrom could hear her heart thumping a mile a minute from where he was sitting, a mix of embarrassment and fear plaguing her features. The blue haired boy opened his mouth to question her actions, but she quickly moved to snuggle back against his chest. Once he got over the initial shock of it, he wrapped his arms back around her. It warmed him to know that she was comfortable enough with him to do so, and he liked hugging her. She jus seemed so...soft. Holding his sisters was completely different from holding Robin, and for some reason, he never wanted to let her go.

The two eventually turned their attention to the video. About halfway through the movie, she spoke up," My family is dead."

Although the news was particularly depressing, he couldn't help but feel greedily glad that no one would take her away from him. He pushed the possessive thoughts away and moved to rub her back comfortingly," Does that mean you remember them?"

"N-no. Emm said that she'd help me find who my family was, and sh-she said that they were killed in a car accident."

For the first time since he had matured, Chrom felt a rush of anger towards his older sister. Why didn't she tell him before sending him over? The Exalt children told each other everything...right? He bit his lip," I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"It's alright, you-" A choked sob broke from her throat," How am I supposed to find out who I am now? Is there any reason to anymore? There isn't anyone waiting for me! No one wants me-"

Robin squeaked in surprise when her best friend spun her to face him, emitting an almost dark amount of seriousness," Don't say that. You're important to Lissa, Sumia, everyone in the band, and..." His face tinted pink," You're important to me."

Her eyes pooled again, not believing what he was telling her," Really?"

The butterflies appearing in Chrom's stomach fluttered," Definitely, and you don't need a couple of adults you can't remember telling you who you are. You are you, and I don't want it any other way. Got it?"

Robin smiled through her tears, cuddling back into his grasp. Time seemed to move on quickly after that, and before the two of them knew it, they were putting Noire in her crib. Well, that was the last thing Chrom remembered, other than offering to stay with Robin. On any other night, she would've turned him away. Tonight, though, she only nodded timidly and settled her head on his lap before he could protest.

He didn't leave until the next day when he was sure Robin would be okay. Emmeryn wasn't home for some reason, so he had to put off on questioning her. Instead, he almost automatically called the only person he could think of at the time," Hello?"

"Blue?" Gaius cried from the other line," How did you get my phone number?"

"I'm a drum major, therefore I have everyone's numbers," Chrom ran his hand through his hair and double checked to make sure no one was listening," We need to talk."

Okay, now I know what you're going to say; Robin's parents aren't dead. I know that, but it is important that she thinks they're dead. So why did Emmeryn tell her that they were? Hmm? Also, why did Chrom call Gaius? Tehehe. Anywho, I finally got to put Libra and Donnel in! The whole Libra/Virion scene was put in the help lighten the news that you received right after. Then I put Hewitt (who I also have said very little about) and Bryony in to help flesh out some of my OCs. Before you ask, I'm used the Donnel/Cordelia support for the diner scene (The Anna/Hewitt one was original though!). I based Hewitt's appearance off of the Black haired-white+red coated costume of M!Robin in Smash Bros, and Bryony has short, purple hair cut in a bob. Review time!

Amy47101: Yay Ricken+Nowi (not officially confirmed in this story yet, just in case)! I agree, Henry is basically shippable with everyone in the Shepards because he is so dang social and adorable! I totally agree about all the Fairy Tail stuff, they need to get their crap together and make stuff cannon. I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THE NEW GAME! My brother and I are going to get different games (I'm starting with Hoshido and he's getting Nohr (I'll eventually get Nohr as well)) so that we can have different experiences and share our thoughts. I've never thought about Kellam+Anna, and unfortunately, I have different people planned for each of them. I haven't thought about her children until this point, though. Thanks to you, I've made a new character specially designated to be her kid, so thanks! I love long reviews, and don't worry, Gaius and Sumia are going to be interacting A LOT in the future. Thanks for commenting!

myra-is-a-tactician: I'm glad you liked the chapter! I had no idea what to do with it until last Thursday, so I'm glad it was read well by viewers! Thank you!

The payday: Haha, don't worry about it; I'm a girl (ironically, I call all my friends "girl", even though a good majority of them are boys). You're clever for seeing the name! I did it like that so that even though all the sisters aren't specifically "Anna", they have the same initials. Hence the nicknames.

Thanks for commenting you guys! As always, if you have suggestions, I will do my best to accommodate to them (as long as they aren't too different from my plot). If you want to see more of a character, send me a message of give me a review! Thanks for reading, and I'll see you guys next Saturday!

-uprisingdragon