"Sportasmurf?" Robyn gleamed as she walked into the house and raised an eyebrow at Kit.
Kit laughed, "That one was Robbie's. I tried to think of other nicknames but they'd have been a bit rude. How's Morgan?"
It was Robyn's turn to laugh but she sobered on seeing a rather surprised pair of faces looking at her, "He's looking...rather holy."
Peters, the Network officer that had escorted Robyn home chuckled as he picked up on her meaning. Kit and Robbie looked at each other and shrugged as they guessed it was an in-joke between the two and Morgan. Whatever the joke was, they were just happy to see that part of the old Robyn they'd sorely missed was starting to come back.
Gauging that Robyn would be in a good enough mood to talk; Kit asked her if he could talk to her alone. Robyn didn't disagree and followed him upstairs.
When Kit had closed the door he said what was on his mind, "I don't know why that LaCroix guy was in your hospital room, or why he did what he did and what you two got up to. I'm not sure I even want to know, it's entirely up to you if you tell me or not. You two met when you were having one of the hardest times of your life and I can accept that you made a connection with him, I'm not angry that it happened then and I know I was angry when I saw him in the hospital but I panicked. I thought he'd come to take you away from me and when I saw the blood I thought he'd made you one of them. If I admit it as well, I'm jealous. He's the first competition I've had for you since Ziggy but then I'm not sure if Ziggy ever really counted. I just want to know if there's anything going on with you and LaCroix, if he makes you happier tha-"
Kit was cut off by Robyn putting her finger to his lips as she had always done before, it was her turn to speak, "I honestly don't know if I can explain the situation between me and Lucien. I remind him of someone he loved a very long time ago, Nick's sister Fleur. He sees her in me and deep within his heart he holds the regret that he never brought her across, made her a vampire, he doesn't want to make the same mistake with me."
"He wants to make you a vampire?"
Robyn nodded, "I refused him. He would have brought me across last night but the pain within my blood was too much for him."
"What do you mean?" Kit asked frowning.
"Lucien told me the first night we met that every drop of blood tells its own story. Within each drop they can relive memories, see things that have happened in the past. Your blood tells everything about you, every thought, every experience. He felt my pain, the pain within me. He couldn't drink any more of my blood; he hadn't taken enough to bring me over."
"I guess that's a relief. I suppose now the million dollar question is...do you love him?"
"Not in the same way I love you. I'm drawn to him somehow, as if that part of me he can see Fleur in is the part of me that's in some way connected to her."
A thought came to Kit, "Like some kind of extremely distant relative?"
Robyn shrugged, "Maybe. I don't know."
Before any more could be said between the pair the bedroom door burst open and Sportacus raced in, gathering Robyn up in a bone crunching hug. She had no time to refuse the physical contact or react.
His voice was muffled against her shoulder, "Kathleen told me they'd nearly lost you when they resuscitated you. I had to come over to make sure you were alright."
"If you squeeze me much harder they might have to resuscitate me again!" Robyn squeaked under the strain from Sportacus' strangling arms.
As if Robyn were red hot, Sportacus rapidly released her. He'd forgotten himself and realised that he'd forgotten Robyn's previous rejections of physical contact with him and hoped he hadn't burned the bridges they'd built back up again in their relationship.
"It's ok," Robyn reassured seeing Sportacus' worry, "You had every right to react the way you did. Just please, before you're going to try to see if my head pops off like pop up pirate, give me a little warning."
Sportacus looked as confused as Kit and Robbie had on seeing this slight glimmer of the old Robyn, a Robyn he'd feared long gone as a result of his grievous sins.
"Now I know you're ok, maybe I should go. I don't want to upset Robbie." Sportacus said, turning and starting to leave the room before a hand touched his arm.
Kit drew his arm back when Sportacus turned back to face him and Robyn, "Why don't you stay a little? You've come all the way here and it seems a bit of a waste to just head back to Greentown again."
Kit's suggestion had come purely out of the blue and Sportacus wondered as did Robyn whether they'd heard him right. Not willing to ruin the illusion of spending time with his daughter with two men he still cared for deeply Sportacus couldn't refuse and nodded vacantly.
"Cool," Kit smiled before looking at Robyn, "Hey Robs, why don't you tell Robbie to set the table for one more? Me and Sportacus will be down in a sec."
There was something about this that Robyn didn't like, she could sense a tension in Kit that belied his outward friendliness. As he insisted she left the room, thinking it best to close the door behind her.
As the door clicked shut, Kit rounded on Sportacus, an action that in no way seemed to surprise the older man. "Now you listen to me Sportashite. I'm doing this entirely for her benefit. She might be willing to make amends with you but I'm not going to let what you've done to her wash so easily. I called Robbie off you because what he says or does to you affects her more than what I do. If you ever hurt her again, and I mean in any miniscule way, if you ever lie to her again or do anything that upsets her in any way I'm going to bend you over and see how many juggling balls I can stuff up your arse before they start coming out of your mouth. Capiche?"
Sportacus nodded stiffly. He understood perfectly.