Daylight began to dissolve into darkness as night once again enfolded the world in its peaceful blanket. It had been hours since he had last opened his eyes, since he had last looked upon the woman he had dedicated his life to. He hoped that she had been sleeping just as he had been. It had taken surprisingly little time to reassure her that he wouldn't leave her if she closed her eyes and let her body and mind guide her to the place of dreams. She had laid beside him, her hand holding his tightly as if he were her only anchor in that function so necessary to survival. He'd not let her hand go once as she'd let herself drift off, her hand had loosened its grip of its own accord when sleep had wrapped her in its gentle blanket. Yawning slightly he slowly opened his eyes but what he saw wasn't what he had been expecting.

She was gone.

Sitting up so quickly that his head swam, he looked around the room. His eyes finally caught sight of her. She was huddled in a corner of the room so tightly it was if she were a part of the wall. Her head was rested on her legs which looked to be as tightly pressed against her stomach as she was into the corner. This sight concerned him and he got out of bed. Walking over to where she was, he crouched down beside her and tried to get a glimpse of her face but he couldn't see it for hair. Well aware of how jumpy she had been lately, he carefully lifted a hand and placed it on her shoulder; despite the gentleness of his touch she jumped so violently that it startled him as well. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down he looked into her eyes, they were wide with shock which soon vanished as she lowered her head back onto her knees.

"Talk to me," Kit whispered his voice tender.

Robyn shook her head in answer.

Sitting himself on the ground as his calves were beginning to ache Kit repeated, "Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong, Princess."

"I'm afraid,"

"Of what?"

Lifting her head, Robyn looked Kit in the eye. "You,"

That one word resounded through Kit's head as if it had been shouted through a loud speaker. A frown of worry creased his brow as he tried to understand what she meant.

Impatient, annoyed, nervous he stared at the telephone as it rang ceaselessly. He knew the others in the room were watching him but they didn't matter. All that mattered was the phone. He wanted to go out there and answer it. He would have done if it weren't for people talking to him, their voices bouncing off of his ears as if he were a wall made of rubber. Even a touch on his shoulder couldn't shake his attention from the phone and its insistent ringing.

Unable to bear it no longer he stuck his head out of the door and shouted, "Will someone answer that telephone please!"

What seemed like an eternity passed by but still his request wasn't answered. Straightening his tie he ran from the room only for his passage to be blocked from someone who had finally responded to the phone. With a shaking hand he brushed a small collection of loose hairs from his forehead before he turned back and re-entered the room. All eyes in the room looked at him with a myriad of expressions ranging from confusion to concern. Shrinking from their gazes he walked over to a water cooler nestled in the corner of the room and poured himself a cup. He was about to lift it to his lips when a nurse came into the room.

"Doctor Malone, I'm sorry to disturb you but you have a visitor in your office. Is there any message you want me to give them?" The nurse explained.

"Oh, tell them I'll be there in five minutes…no…make it six minutes, six minutes."

With a slightly confused look on her face the nurse left with a nod. She'd always thought that Doctor Malone was an odd sort of chap but this proved her suspicions. Despite his odd behaviour she couldn't deny that he was a very good doctor and had also been under a great amount of strain recently with managing three very busy places at once. Walking down the corridor to Doctor Malone's office she tapped on the door before opening it and delivering the message she'd been asked to give. This done she clocked off her shift and went home.

Having sorted out the nurse Doctor Malone thought it prudent to return his attention to those in the room with him.

"Where were we?" He asked turning to face them.

"You were going to tell us how Sportacus and Greta are. Are you feeling ok, Doctor Malone?" Trixie asked what everyone had been thinking.

"You're not are you, Rory?" A familiar voice said from the doorway forcing everyone to look in that direction.

It was Doctor Cole.

Robyn had remained silent for some time now, for his part Kit hadn't spoken while he tried to work the meaning of what she'd said but it didn't make sense to him. After coming up with no answer he finally broke the silence and hoped that Robyn would be able to elaborate on what she'd said.

"How can you be afraid of me?"

Robyn looked up at Kit. Her voice was thick with barely held back tears as she spoke, "Because I know you. I know what you do. You'll get angry."

"Princess, I promise I won't get angry no matter what you have to tell me. Whatever it is I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"I…I shared a bed with LaCroix…before…before Cain…"

Kit closed his eyes and turned away from Robyn. He'd promised he wouldn't get angry but his temper sparked at her confession. Using his counting to ten routine to calm himself down he looked back at Robyn. Her eyes were puffy with tears as she looked at him.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Robyn spoke again. "We didn't do anything. We just lay next to each other…and…talked. I'm sorry."

"Sssshh, it's ok. I believe you," Kit whispered pulling Robyn to him, "What with what's been going on lately I don't blame you, you're head's been in a mess. You know I'm not angry at you for running away. Finding out what you did would have made me run away if I were in your shoes."

"I didn't just run away because of that, there's more."

Another frown marred Kit's brow, "Talk to me."

"I found out who my real father is."

"What? How? Who?"

"It's…it's Sportacus."

Kit's frown deepened as the words sunk in. He was truly shocked by this news and what it meant. Now he knew what had driven Robyn to retreat from her home and those she loved his heart ached for her. Tears stung his own eyes as he held his love tightly in his arms.

He swore that when he saw him next Sportacus would pay for what he had done to Robyn.