"Well everything seems ok. How are those bruises on your back?" Doctor Cole asked after examining Robyn.
"I don't know I haven't asked them." Robyn replied smiling her cheeky smile.
Chuckling a little Kit pushed Robyn forward and lifted up the back of her T-shirt, "How are you?" He asked the bruises and after waiting a minute looked up at Doctor Cole, "They said they're fine."
This little display made Doctor Cole laugh and Robyn playfully slapped Kit on the shoulder because he'd made her laugh again too. It was hard not to laugh when it was around and upon reflection she noticed that laughing was something she'd not done much of in the last six months. There'd always been a reason for her to laugh when Kit had been around and now he was back she'd never again be without a reason.
When he'd stopped laughing and gathered himself together Doctor Cole invited Kit and Robyn to his and Michael's party. The pair accepted and Kit promised to provide his own brand of entertainment. This was something the doctor had hoped for and he was absolutely delighted to see his two favourite patients back together again. He was certainly sure that Greta would be overjoyed too. Letting the two know that he'd inform of the arrangements when he knew what was going on he left them alone.
Robyn looked over at Kit and smiled, "I'm glad you're here. I really missed you when you were away."
"I missed you too. It was only when we were apart that I realised what I'd left behind. God only knows what would have happened to me if I'd lost you four days ago."
"Maybe you would have tried what you tried to do when all the bad stuff was happening."
"Yeah maybe. How did you do that? Save me I mean."
"If I could tell you I would. Let's just say it's a new edge to my ability that I found. You're wondering why I saved you, what answer to do you want me to give you? An answer that will make you laugh or one that might make you cry."
Kit considered this for a few moments, "I'm sure we can agree that we've cried enough over the last six months but give me both. You've gotten me interested now."
"Well the funny answer is that I couldn't let you die because you owed me money." Robyn waited for Kit to stop laughing before she continued, "The serious reason was that I couldn't have more blood on my hands. It would have been just like Cain all over again. I couldn't take another death where I'd been responsible."
"You still blame yourself for that don't you? I thought he forgave you. Talk to me."
"I don't know if I can. It's something that's been hounding me for a long time and if it were to chase you away-"
"I know who your mother was Robyn. I know that you fear that part of her that's in you and it hasn't scared me away. Unlike your dad and Sportacus I'm not biased and anything you say on that score won't scare me away. Tell me what it is that's been hounding you. It might not take it away but there's a chance that it'll make you feel better."
Nodding Robyn spoke, "Cain killed himself because of what I'd said to him in his hide out. When he was staring at me while his blood was pouring out part of me, a very small part of me enjoyed it. I enjoyed watching him die. His paint thrilled me. That's what's been hounding me, the small part of me that enjoyed watching Cain die."
"Princess, I know all about the battle that's going on in your head, your fear of putting a foot wrong in case you become her, that dark thread that runs through your personality. Yes there is something of Lily in you but like you said it's a very small part. You know that you're part of her and part of your dad, an ex-villain, but you are the best of both worlds between Sportacus and Robbie.
I know that you've always been terrified of that dark part of you and that you control everything you do. That fear is a burden and I know that if you were anything like Lily you would have severely kicked Ziggy's arse. Heck, you would have even taken a chunk out of your dad about what he called you. No one can accuse you being your mother, it's not right. You are you not her. There is only a very small part of her in you, a part that barely exists. Yes it took pleasure in seeing Cain die but it's the dark thread that runs through the human nature. He hurt you and that satisfaction you felt was what people feel when justice is done.
You aren't Lily and never will be. It was me that drove me to put a blade to my wrist. If you were Lily you would have watched me do it and enjoyed it. You stopped me because you loved me then and you do now. You saved my life, again. You aren't Lily, Robyn Rose Rotten, you are the most wonderful, kind, sincere, and giving person I have ever met. I love every part of you, even the bad bits."
Robyn smiled when Kit's speech concluded. Gratified by what he'd said she kissed him. Every word had been true and it was a great relief to her to know that she could talk to him about Lily and not upset him. There was no one apart from him that she could talk to about Lily, whenever she mentioned her mother to Robbie or Sportacus it struck a nerve with them which made them close up. Most other people reacted the same way. Only Kit was unbiased and understood the fear that resided deep within her.
Ten minutes later Robbie stuck his head around the bedroom door. When he saw that the two were awake it surprised him a little. Things had been awfully quiet in their room and he'd gotten a little worried. In a hand he'd placed behind his back was Robyn's portfolio, he'd thought it about time to return it or least talk to his secretive daughter about it. When he was finally noticed he entered the room and pulled Robyn's portfolio from behind his back.
"Where did you find that?" Robyn asked with a slight frown.
"It was sticking out of your wardrobe and out of curiosity I opened it. Why didn't you tell me you could draw like this?"
Robyn looked away slightly, "It's because Sportacus can't draw for toffee and you do weird little stick men. I thought it'd make you feel bad if you knew I could draw like that."
"I've looked these drawings over lots of times over the last couple of days and I showed them to Sportacus. We don't feel bad at all, we're proud of you. Neither of us knows where you got your talent from but it doesn't make us feel bad about our lack of talent in the art department. Those plans for the garden you drew up gave us a pretty big clue that you were good at drawing."
Kit looked from Robyn to Robbie, "Can I have a look? I'm about as in the dark as you were with this."
After looking at Robyn for her permission and getting it he passed the portfolio to Kit. Kit looked just as awe struck as he guessed he had done when he looked at the drawings. He was a little surprised that Robyn hadn't told Kit either but looking at the dates on the drawings he'd noticed that Robyn had been drawing long before Kit had shown up. The first drawing had been dated almost a year after his death and three years before she'd been given the garden, this led Robbie to believe that drawing had been a form of escape for Robyn during the rough times.
Once he'd studied the drawings briefly Kit looked at Robyn in total surprise, "These are brilliant. If you found a quiet corner of Greentown and painted people's portraits you'd make a bloody fortune. You've got everyone in here and in brilliant detail too. How did you capture people's looks like this without even getting them to model for you?"
"I have a photographic memory. I can draw with pencils and charcoals like in there but paints aren't my speciality. Now the secret's out I guess I could let you show everyone else the pictures."
Robbie shook his head and smiled slightly, "Draw a picture of me, Kit and Sportacus first. Put yourself in if you can do a self portrait and then we'll show everyone."
It took some minutes for Robyn to think about this but when she finally agreed she asked Kit to go in the wardrobe and pull out her pencils while Robbie called for Sportacus. All three sat around Robyn and watched her work on her newest drawing. They were all awe-inspired watching her work and their attention was fixed solely on the blank page that was rapidly becoming a work of art.