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The wind roared through the valley like a hurricane, the countless roars of wyverns echoing though the hills. A woman in a plum- coloured cloak, peered over the edge, to the bottomless drop below, a shiver ran through her as she imagined anyone of her comrades falling over the edge. A muscular man, with a long blue and white cape stepped towards her, his fingers scratching his navy blue hair.

"Are you sure about this?" He looked nervously at the woman.

"Yes... But we'll have to be careful, those bridges don't look like they will support everyone's weight at once..." The white haired woman replied, trailing off as she was lost in thought. Looking somewhat nervously at the rickety wooden bridges connecting the hills together. They would have a hard time fighting the brigands on those. Her eyes darting as she quickly assessed the enemy ranks.

The man with the blue hair leaned in towards her, "Robin, what are we to do?"

Robin pulled her Arcthunder tome from her cloak, "We'll split up onto three groups, the fliers, the riders and those of us on foot. Chrom, we have to protect those villagers" As Robin explained the battle plan to Chrom, she noticed a young man, dressed in dark clothes, and armour. His black hair was slicked back, and wore a black mask. He stood next to a wyvern staring silently into the sky. Robin approached him,

"Are you with the villagers? Who are you?"

The masked man lowered his head to look at Robin, "...I am Gerome. A traveler."

"These people are in desperate straits. Will you help us?"

"It is not for me to interfere in such matters. Death will always have its due."

Robin was shocked at Gerome answer, "You would leave innocents to die and lay the blame on fate?" She shook her head, that's just wrong!

"I've seen too much of fate's cruel work to doubt it." Gerome stated flatly

"So you would surrender rather than struggle against such cruelty... I cannot understand such thinking. A bleak past doesn't justify condemning the future to bleakness as well. Nonetheless, I cannot force your hand. Join us if you will." Robin ran over to Chrom who was already battling the Brigands.

"What does she know of bleak futures? It is a fool who breaks himself against fate's tide. That said, I suppose I'm as big a fool as any... *sigh* Very well, then. Come, my dear Minerva. Join me on one final flight..." He mounted his Wyvern, Minerva and joined in the fight.

Robin snuck a peek and was surprised to see the wyvern rider fighting alongside them. She smirked then brought her lighting bolt down on a brigand, roasting him. Robin easily dodged the enemy's hand axe and ran up to him at incredible speeds and stabbed him through the heart with her silver sword. Her satisfaction grew when she saw him fall to the ground, dead. The fighting dragged on for what seemed like forever, but ended when Chrom ran up to the leader and slashed his stomach open with the legendary sword wielded by the Exalt, the Falchion. Robin groaned, her shoulder was on fire, a brigand had cut her when she was briefly distracted. Lissa made her way over to the wounded woman, and began the job of healing her. Once Lissa had finished, Robin stood up and walked over to Chrom. She noticed Cherche making her way over to the newcomer, Gerome

"Do you have a moment?" The woman asked.

"What is it?"

"I was hoping you might introduce me to your wyvern." Cherche said cheerfully.

"Why?"

"To see which of ours is cuter. Not very sporting of me when mine is the finest wyvern in the world. I know" she added with a giggle.

"...Do as you please." The masked man said bluntly

"I will, then! Thank you...hee hee! Oh but you ARE cute! She's nearly a match with Minerva!... Nearly so in every way." Her face twisted in confusion. "Wait what sorcery is this? They...they look identical!

"That's because they are identical. They're one and the same."

"M-Minerva? How is that possible?"

"You could examine her from tip to tail looking for scars and marks if you like... Or you could just look at this ring." Gerome removed his glove and showed her his hand.

"I...I know that ring. So then you're..." She trailed off.

Gerome answered bluntly, "I am, though I had not intended that we meet."

"Why not?" "I came back in time so I might release Minerva. Not to seek out parents to whom I've already bidden farewell." He frowned

"You crossed the bounds of time just to set Minerva free? Whatever for?!"

"In the future I know, she is among the last of her kind," the wyvern rider clenched his fist. "I...I could not leave her to that solitude."

Cherche smiled, "she is lucky indeed to know someone of suck kindness... As, I imagine, am I"

"Stay your words, I've no intention of getting close to you! Fate will not be mocked, this war may claim your life anew, and I'll not weep twice for losing the same mother. My burden is heavy enough." He closed his eyes under his mask, sighing inwardly.

"But yet you carry it still." The pink haired woman gave him a solemn look.

"That's enough." He tuned away to leave. "Thank you Gerome." She murmured as he walked away.

Hmmm so Gerome is Cherche's son, didn't see that coming, ah we'll, at least that's another person for our cause, and man is he dreamy! Robin thought to herself, smiling.


Robin pondered to herself about what to do when she noticed the newest recruit, Cherech's son swinging an axe at at dummy and slashing it in two. Robin was impressed at his impeccable axe wielding skills. She always believed axes to be the most difficult to fight with, and yet here was, in her eyes, a master.

Gerome had cut the dummy cleanly in two and was ready for another one when he noticed someone watching him. He abruptly stopped training and scanned the line of trees, only to find nothing. Annoyed he returned to practice, It was then that he saw a shadow move from behind the weapons tent, it was Robin. The shepard's chief tactician began strolling over to him. He inwardly groaned, he didn't fancy company, especially when it interrupted his training. What does she want? He frowned. She sensed his annoyance and stopped, "What's wrong Gerome? You don't look too happy."

Cherche's son responded with a grunt, "'Tis none of your business, now what do you want?"

"Geez, what a cold shoulder! You know you could try being nicer! We're comrades after all." Robin replied exaggeratedly, making a shivering motion.

"I have no intention of getting close to anyone."

"Well too bad for you, cause I am the tactician of this army, which means I have to get to know my fellow soldiers." She added the last part with a smirk. "So how about we start off by sparring with each other?"

Gerome sighed, and reluctantly agreed to let her join him. The tactician gleefully unsheathed her sword. And the pair were looking at the other, sizing up their opponent. It was Robin who lunged first at incredible speeds, his axe parried her sword. The sound of clinking metal echoing around the camp. Gerome was stunned, he knew Robin was an exceptional fighter from what he had seen in battle, but in person she was perfect. He had finally managed to get a chance on the offensive side, but when he was about to strike the wyvern rider hesitated. He stared into her eyes, his heart began to beat faster. What beauty! Gerome shook his head, what am I thinking? Robin noticed Gerome's hesitation and saw her chance. she knocked the man over, landing on top of him with a sword to his neck. "Got you! If I were an enemy, you would be dead!" The woman exclaimed with triumph, getting off the flustered Shepard. Extending her arm towards him she offered her hand, he gaped at her, shocked at the turn of events. He realised her motion and accepted her hand, the tactician hoisted Gerome up where she shook his hand. Gerome could feel his face getting red at her touch, his heart beating so fast, he was afraid it would burst. "Well done, you fought really well, we should make this routine." Robin chirped with a grin "Seriously though, I thought I had lost back then."

The masked man gulped, "W-well, you fought great too..." His voice faltering, how could he contain his reputation, when he was stuttering like fool.

Robin, sensing his discomfort chuckled softly, "Let's go grab something to eat eh? I don't know about you, but I sure worked worked up an appetite." She brushed a few straying hairs behind her ears and began to stroll towards the mess hall.


Robin and Gerome sat down, a fair distance from each other at one of the long tables in the mess hall, though the latter was reluctant he couldn't deny that he was indeed hungry.

After Gerome had finished eating he excused himself quietly then left, leaving a confused Robin staring after him. Huh? Where is he going? She sighed, realising her questions would be left unanswered. Fine then! If he wants to be left alone so much! Be my guest. The tactician annoyingly slammed her tray on the table, causing everyone to look at her. She stood, then strutted out of the mess hall, she veered away from her tent, deciding instead to take a walk through the forest to clear her mind. What's wrong with trying to get to know him? Why does he have to be like that? Robin stormed through the forest, oblivious to the fact that she was attracting unwanted attention.

"Well, well... What 'ave we 'ere?" A strange, deep voice sounded in Robin's ear making her jump.

She stiffened when she noticed the 6 brigands that had encircled her. How could she have been so stupid? Walking into the forest alone, not alerting anyone. She felt fear rising within her, calm down Robin... I can take these brigands... She tried very herd to convince herself to be brave, failing miserably. There's no way I can take them all on at once, she pulled her tome quickly out from her robes and her foes laughed as she attempted to fight them. The Shepard frantically opened to a page In her book, as her enemies took up their weapons, poised to strike.

"ATTACK!" The leader yelled as the brigands ran at her, she targeted one and took a step, twirled around, stopping with a crouch, then whipped her right hand to point at the target, she shot lighting from her hands, which hit the brigand, roasting him. She had no time to revel in her triumph as another enemy took a swing at her, Robin narrowly dodged and did a back flip so she could escape from another axe wielding foe. She focused her energy on another one, charring him, while she was distracted another brigand ran up behind, she ducked as his axe came down at her, she was too late though. The axe deeply slashed all the way down Robin's right arm, she screamed in pain, red, thick blood oozed out of her wound, collecting in a pool at her feet.

This is it. The tactician thought, closing her brown eyes. I'm done for... Robin was about to give up hope when she heard a loud noise, it sounded like massive wings beating. She cracked open her eyes, she was entirely unexpected of what she saw. A tall man dressed in black, with a mask was sitting atop of a black wyvern, cutting down the brigands with a silver axe. Gerome! Robin almost shouted aloud with joy. As Gerome finished off the remaining brigands, he slid off Minerva, rushing to Robin's side as she feel to her knees.

"Robin! Stay with me!" He panicked when her saw her eyes drooping, he noticed the pool of blood around. The tactician eventually lost consciousness, laying limply against Gerome's arm. The wyvern rider tingled as he realised the Shepard was in his arms. This is no time to be embarrassed! Gerome exclaimed in his head. Robin needs urgent medical attention! He gently carried the woman in his arms over to his wyvern, where he placed her on the saddle. He jumped on behind her, holding her so she wouldn't fall off. "Minerva, up!" The man shouted commandingly. With that Minerva lifted up into the sky, and sped towards the camp, Minerva came to an abrupt stop in front of the medical tent, not caring if anyone saw. He slid off the scaly dragon, with Robin snugly in his grip, he hurried into the tent, receiving immediate attention from Lissa who was quietly doing her own thing.

"Gerome? What the..." She trailed off when she saw the tactician bleeding heavily in his arms. She gasped "quick! Bring her over her!" Gerome didn't hesitate in laying Robin down on the bed, where Lissa began treating her wounds with a staff. After about an hour, Lissa sighed with relief. "She should be fine now. You're lucky you brought her when you did, from the amount of blood she lost, she's lucky to be alive." The masked man gulped in guilt, but then changed to anger!

How could she have been so reckless? His anger melted when he saw her face, her long lashes caressing her checks as her eyes remained closed, her luscious lips, parted slightly. Gerome felt his face getting red, he had to leave before Lissa noticed him blushing heavily. "I- I must be leaving now! I have to...tend to Minerva!" He said the first thing that came to his mind. He turned away to leave, but hesitated when he heard Lissa giggle mischievously He gave her a quick glance to see was standing with her hand to her check. "W-what?" The man stuttered.

"Noooooooothing. Anyway, your wyvern is waiting for you." The cleric giggled again, clearly seeing his face blush at seeing Robin. Awwwww, how cute!

The wyvern Rider went to give Minerva a bath, trying to distract himself, however he couldn't get the image of Robin laying on the bed, so peacefully. Damn it! Why must I have these feelings! He felt frustrated, he was acting like a love-sick fool. He finished scrubbing Minerva and went to his tent, it was fairly dark already however he couldn't sleep, his mind was racing. Gerome sighed, he found his legs moving by themselves as he continued to the medical tent, he hesitated before entering. He turned to leave but decided instead to just go through with it, the man slowly walked to the bed where Robin lay. He gently reached his arm out to run the back of his gloved fingers down her check. He reluctantly snatched his hand back and sat down next to her bed, Gerome decided to stay and watch over for awhile.

Gerome woke to the sound of his name being called softly. He sleepily lifted his head from the side of Robin's bed. Robin was gazing at him with a smile, "Good morning," she chuckled.

Gerome jerked fully awake, "R-Robin, you're awake!" He sighed with relief.

"Yeah, and so are you." Gerome's cheeks burned with embarrassment. Idiot! How could I have fallen asleep? She must think I'm a complete fool.

But she did not, Chrom's tactician just smiled, I've never seen him look so at ease, he must of had a pleasant dream. "I'm glad I had you watching over me, and how long have I been asleep?"

"Since just before sundown, last night."

"Hmmmm."

"What?"

"Nothing." She closed her eyes, Gerome heart beat faster when he saw the genuine smile "Can I ask you something?"

"...Anything"

"Why... Why don't you want to be close to anyone from this timeline?"

"... Because I don't want... I don't want to open up to people only to get hurt in the end." He replied hesitantly

"That must be so lonely though!"

"Hmph." He stood up and backed from the bed "I'm leaving." He turned away to leave, not wanting to discuss this topic anymore.

"Wait!" He turned back to look at her "I want to keep talking to you... It's nice." Gerome's eyebrow raised, she thought it was nice to talk to him? "Come on, let's go for a walk." Robin practically jumped out of bed and took a shaky step towards Gerome only to collapse, the wyvern rider bounded forward catching the tactician. "Sorry, my legs are asleep," she laughed and a snort came out. She slapped her hand to her mouth, her face turned beet red. A small smile appearing on Gerome's face "uh... I was just doing my pig impression."

"Sure, sure." The man spoke sarcastically, his rare smile becoming wider. "Now how about that walk?"


A/N: yay chapter 1 done, this chapters actually pretty boring but meh, the story is escalating really quickly because I didn't want to write a whole chapter about Gerome being all... well, Gerome XD the next chapter should be up soonish. I wanted to write A Robin/ Gerome fic cause there's not many out there. So yeah, reviews are appreciated :3 oh and I'm sorry if the characters seem OOC.