"There. You got what you asked for so now will you go away?" Kit scolded his fist still clenched.

Robyn needed no other request. With her hand still covering her mouth where she'd been hit she turned stiffly and walked out of the toilets. In the confusion of her pain filled mind she wasn't aware of the bustle that had erupted around her when a drop of blood had fallen onto her dress. Comforting arms wrapped themselves around her and she felt herself being led away from where she was standing. Whispered words entered her ears and calmed her.

Doctor Cole sat Robyn in a chair that he'd just picked up from the floor. Carefully he removed her hand from her mouth and inspecting what damage was done pressed a handkerchief to it. There was no doubt as to how Robyn got these injuries and he was shocked. Kit had never raised a finger to Robyn let alone his fist and he had a good mind to give him a piece of his mind. Physical violence to Doctor Cole was abhorrent, even more so when women were the injured party.

Robbie was positively fuming. He was torn between going to help Kit and punishing him for hurting his daughter. He also wanted to help Robyn but couldn't decide which choice to make, loving them equally as he did made this choice harder. His mind was filled with arguments for and against the options in front of him and eventually he came to a decision. Robyn was his daughter and Kit could wait. It was Robyn who needed him the most right now, her split lip was an indicator that her relationship with Kit was over.

"My my. What a day this has been." Grigori laughed amused at the scene in front of him.

Robbie stopped walking towards Robyn and his shoulders arched. Whirling around he grabbed the front of Grigori's shirt and pulled him up to face him.

"Why don't you just shut your mouth? I heard what you called Robyn earlier and there is something you need to know about the way things work around here." Robbie said through clenched teeth his anger boiling.

"And what's that?" Grigori asked sounding bored.

Robbie let go of Grigori's shirt front, "Insult a man's daughter and you get lamped."

Before Grigori could ask what 'lamped' meant he was punched by Robbie in the opposite side of the face from where Kit had hit him. It was a hard punch but he recovered quickly and made to retaliate when several people seemed to gang around him all wanting a piece of him. Not to be beaten he spat whatever blood that had leaked into his mouth in Robbie's face. This action caused the group to surge forwards towards him.

"Stop it!" Robyn shouted standing up. "Stop it all of you! There is someone in there that needs help more than I do and you're all out here acting like animals! I won't stand for it!"

No one had moved since Robyn's outburst and they weren't surprised at her being this way. She was extremely upset and what could have been the most important day in her life was ruined entirely and her relationship with Kit hung in tatters.

Slowly Robyn walked over to Grigori, "You are a sick and twisted old man. You started the fire in the animal tent at the circus and when your wife found out what you were up to she tried to stop you. A fight broke out and when a burning beam fell on her you just watched her die. Instead of taking care of your son you left him to rot. I let you into a little secret, you know you get those times that the hairs on the back of your neck stand up without warning?"

Grigori nodded. He was well and truly shocked and confused as to how this girl seemed to know everything about him and he was starting to get scared.

"They rise up because your wife follows you wherever you go. She hasn't forgiven you and she's here right now." Robyn said in a threateningly low voice.

The colour drained from Grigori's face. He knew it was true, the tone of the girl's voice had said it all. Suitably terrified Grigori left the complex and went to collect his luggage; he had a flight to catch and wanted to be away as quickly as possible. He vowed never to return here, things were much too strange in this part of the world.

With Grigori gone all of the tension in the room eased somewhat. Greta handed Robbie a handful of tissues so he could wipe his face. Looking at Ché she could see her husband cogitating a plan. He was obviously trying to work what to do next, someone had to deal with Kit and Robyn needed help too.

Ché cleared his throat when he'd thought on what to do and everyone gave him their attention, "I think that for the most part everyone should go home. There's nothing more for anyone to do here. I'll stay here and see what I can do to help Kit and the rest of you go home and relax."

"If he hit Robyn he could hit you too." Robbie protested stepping forward.

"I know that but I'm less likely to be hurt by it and he can hit me as much as he likes. If either you or Sportacus goes in there your tempers are more likely to fray and make things worse. I don't condone Kit's hitting Robyn nor do I condemn it, as I'm the most neutral person here it makes sense that I try to put things right at this end. Greta can fly my airship back to Lazytown and come to fetch me afterwards. It gives me over an hour to speak to Kit and hopefully sort things out a little."

No one else protested. It was a good plan and made sense. They all hoped that Ché could fix things; if he couldn't there would be two very heartbroken people and a tricky situation to work through.

Kit heard music playing through the wall of the toilets. It sounded muffled but it was a song he recognised. Getting up from the where he'd seated himself after the realisation of what he'd done to Robyn hit him he opened the door and stepped out. The music sounded as if it was coming from the room where the reception was to be held. No one was about and as he got closer to the room the words of the song became clearer:

Well Baby I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor,
I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me do you
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Maybe there is a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah Hallelujah

Kit saw Ché sitting in the place that had been allotted for him on the seating plan. Ché was watching him and didn't look at all angry; in fact he just looked somewhat disappointed. Under the intense gaze from Ché's brown eyes Kit didn't know where to look, he knew exactly how Robyn had felt when he'd stared her down after hitting her.

He'd hit her.

Before he knew what he'd done Robyn had left the room. His anger had evaporated the moment she'd turned away and he'd wanted to go after her but was afraid of what reaction he'd get. Helplessly he'd sat with his back against the door with his head in his hands. He'd heard Robyn shouting and couldn't bring himself to believe that even after what he'd done she put him before herself. Her words to Grigori had been truthfully spoken and he'd heard the retreating footsteps of a frightened man.

"It hurts doesn't it? I can understand how you feel about hitting Robyn." Ché said in a much softer voice than the one he usually spoke with.

"There's no excuse for what I did. She provoked me into it and I rose to it. It doesn't change the fact that I should have known better and not hit her."

"Well if she told you to hit her where's the problem?"

"I raised a fist to her and used it, that's the problem. I took everything out on her when she was trying to help me. What have I done Ché?"

Ché shrugged, "You know what you've done and hopefully we can fix it. I want to see your and Robyn's relationship to survive. At the moment it's broken but I think it's salvageable. It might be best to keep a low profile for a little while. The only problem is where to put you."

"Perhaps I can help with that." Doctor Cole suggested walking into the room. "I have a spare bedroom if Kit wants to borrow that. I agree with keeping a low profile, we don't want to aggravate things any further and as you live with Robyn it makes things difficult."

"Thanks Doc, I appreciate it. It's very kind of you." Kit said new tears forming in his eyes.

"Not at all. Come along, we'll have to go to my house on my motorbike. I have a spare helmet. By the way Ché, Greta is waiting for you. They never left for Lazytown."

Ché nodded his thanks and all three men departed. What Kit needed more than anything was a good rest. Trying to save his relationship with Robyn could wait for a day or two.

AN: The song in chapter 6 was 'Underneath your clothes' by Shakira and the song in this chapter was 'Hallelujah' by Jeff Buckley