Anyone who's read AJ's MtM verse updates on Ao3 this week will know they're all my fault (and I'll own that, they are… Most of them). This oneshot is her fault because it was inspired by a comment she made, hope you all enjoy it! Happy last day of the Olympics!

"Come on Mary, You can do this!" Regina shouted. She was watching her champion from the sidelines as she nocked the next arrow and aimed it at the target.

Mary shot the arrow at the bullseye, landing it in the ring just before the center.

"Focus, Mary, focus!" Regina encouraged her. That was key. As long as she paid attention to what she was doing, there was no way Mary Blanchard wouldn't win gold for the United States at the Olympics in the individual, team, and mixed events.

Mary shot her an evaporated look as if to say What do you think I'm doing? before looking at the target again. Regina could see from her squinted eyes and perfect stance that Mary was putting as much energy as she could into her performance. Good. That would ensure that she got as many medals as possible.

"Focus is always the most important part, isn't it?" a voice said in her ear.

Regina turned and her breath caught. She had been captivated by his voice alone, a soft spoken British accent that made her insides turn to goo, but his appearance made her want to get to know him even more. She was looking at the most handsome man she had ever seen. Granted, a mask obscured much of his face, as it did for anyone in the arena who wasn't actively performing, but his eyes were endless sapphire depths that she found herself wanting to dive into.

Then she remembered where they were, that he could be Mary's competition, and she scolded herself. "Trying to pick up tips and tricks for your Olympian?" she asked. She had no idea if he was a trainer or an Olympian, of course, but either way, his presence here was potentially disastrous for her trainee.

"Actually no, I will be competing based on skill alone," the man responded. "I live by a code, I would never cheat. I simply have heard so much about the incredible Mary Blanchard that I had to see her talent for myself since the opportunity presented itself."

So he was an archer too. Interesting. But at the same time, "A code? How do I know you're not making this up so I'll trust you?" She felt like a failure to her athlete because she didn't already know who he was. She had been so focused on ensuring that Mary was as prepared as she could possibly be for the Tokyo Olympics that she had completely neglected to research her competition.

Before he could reply, another, more familiar, voice entered the conversation. "Who's this?" Mary asked. Regina glanced over her shoulder to see she had come up to join them.

The stranger held out his hand, and Mary shook it before offering it to Regina. She shook his hand, but not without glaring at him the entire time. "Robin Locksley, at your service."

"I'm-" Mary began, but Robin interrupted.

"Mary Blanchard, I know. I've researched the competition, and your skill, Miss Blanchard, is legendary. You're the best in your field, or so I'm told."

"Well, thank you," Mary said with a soft smile. "It doesn't come easily though, it's a lot of hard work. And I owe a lot of my success to Regina," she acknowledged, gesturing to where she was standing.

Regina crossed her arms over her chest. She didn't know why she was part of this conversation. She was just a trainer, her days of competition in this sport were long over. Besides, it was clear that Robin thought one of the two of them was attractive, and it was most likely Mary. She was certainly the friendlier of the two of them. All she said in response was, "It's my job."

"Are you nervous at all?" Robin asked Mary.

"Oh, I've never had more butterflies in my stomach," she confessed, and then the two of them were off, talking about different strategies they had used to relieve some of the stress caused by the sport while Regina just stood there, feeling like a third wheel. There was a part of her that didn't mind at all, because as Robin's eyes were locked with Mary's, Regina had the opportunity to admire his physique without getting caught. She didn't know why she was bothering to take in every detail of that perfectly toned six pack. It was clear that just as she suspected, Robin was more interested in Mary, given that they hadn't stopped talking since Mary had entered the conversation. Besides, even if they weren't both Olympic athletes, Mary was much more outgoing than Regina, meaning that people generally liked her better. It wasn't even worth Regina trying to get to know Robin. Right?

"Would you care to join us?" Robin asked.

Wait, what? Shoot, she had been caught. "Where?' she asked.

They both laughed at her expense, and honestly, she didn't blame them. "I asked if you both wanted to join me for lunch before the first round of the mixed competition, and Mary accepted my invitation. Will you be joining us?"

"Oh, I-" Regina didn't know what to say. On the one hand, she knew she shouldn't encourage fraternization with the enemy- or time that wasn't spent in the training room. However, she also knew she wanted to get to know Robin better, and that wouldn't happen if she didn't spend time with him. "I suppose one lunch wouldn't hurt…"

"Excellent," Robin said, rubbing his hands together. "I'll give you both my number then, shall I, so we can work out the details?"

Once they had exchanged numbers and he had left, Mary tried to talk about their new acquaintance, but Regina wasn't having it. She didn't want to talk about the most attractive and seemingly nicest man she had ever met with the girl who would likely steal his heart. She had done it before, after all. Graham had been in love with Regina when they were teens until the day he met Mary. Regina had caught the two of them making out on school grounds not long after. She had since forgiven Mary, and once Mary and Graham had broken up, the two had regained their close friendship enough that when Regina had decided to put away her bow and quiver of arrows, Mary had asked her to coach her and Regina had readily agreed. However, she hated that the exact same scenario from years before might repeat itself. After all, Mary was younger and more personable. Who wouldn't want her over Regina?

By the time lunch rolled around, Regina's stomach was in knots. Mary was prattling on excitedly about their plans, but all Regina could do was dread the hour (not more than that, she hoped) ahead of her. Robin wouldn't even look twice in her direction, she was sure of it. She had no idea why she had even agreed to come.

On their way there, Mary asked, "Regina, what's wrong?"

Startled, Regina glanced at her. "Nothing," she denied quickly- too quickly, she knew, judging by Mary's eyebrows, which had risen to her hairline.

"That's not true, and I think we both know it," Mary said, crossing her arms. "I'm not moving from this spot until you tell me what's going on."

"Perfect," Regina grinned maliciously, forging ahead. If Mary wasn't there, she could have Robin all to herself.

"Regina!" Mary cried, running after her. She caught her by her arm and spun her around to face her. "What's going on? You never act like this. Something's up, and don't you dare try to tell me otherwise."

Regina sighed. She didn't want to risk her friendship with Mary, but she couldn't resist pointing out, "Doesn't this whole scenario seem a bit familiar?"

"Huh?"

Regina could tell from Mary's face that she was genuinely confused, and she hated that she had to spell it out for her. "Graham? Remember?"

"What does that have to do with…" Mary trailed off. Then her eyes widened as realization dawned. "Oh, Regina! You don't think I have a crush on Robin, do you?"

"Can you blame me?" Regina asked. "It wouldn't be the first time we've fought for the affections of a man with an accent."

Mary laughed, and Regina was fuming. "Didn't I tell you? I've gotten to know David, one of the competitors in fencing this year, and we really hit it off. Robin and I might have a lot in common, but I'm not interested in him. He's all yours."

"He- what?" Regina asked, hardly daring to believe what she was hearing.

"I only want to be Robin's friend- and I'm pretty sure he feels the same way," Mary explained slowly, as if Regina was a toddler she was trying to teach how to read.

"How can you be so sure?" Regina asked. From where she was standing, it had seemed like he was interested in Mary, not her.

"Didn't you notice? You may have been completely oblivious to it. He may have been talking to me, but he was staring at you the whole time," Mary explained.

"But- how did I not see it, then?" Regina wondered. She hadn't been able to take her eyes off of him. She would have noticed if he was doing the same thing- wouldn't she?

"I think you probably checked each other out at exactly opposite moments," Mary theorized. "Because the entire time he was talking to me, I could tell he was looking at you."

"I- I-" Regina stuttered. Horrified by both the situation and her immaturity, she whispered, "What do I do?"

"Go to lunch with him, I'll go somewhere on my own," Mary suggested.

"Are you sure?" Regina asked. "I don't mind-"

"Clearly, you do mind, or we wouldn't be having this conversation," Mary pointed out. "Go ahead, I'll just eat something with Ariel."

Regina snorted. Ariel Triton may be a decorated Olympic swimmer, but she and Regina hadn't seen eye-to-eye in years. "I definitely don't envy you there. I can't stand that mermaid."

"Exactly. So you go to lunch with Robin, and I'll do something with Ariel. Everyone wins," Mary shrugged. "On one condition."

Regina let out a dry chuckle. "What condition could you possibly have? This was your idea."

"Exactly. So just tell Robin how you feel and let me know how it goes, okay?"

Regina sighed. She supposed she could do that. "All right."

Mary turned around, and Regina continued on to their meeting spot alone.

No sooner had she gotten to the restaurant than she saw Robin sitting at one of the tables outside. It was a table set for three, and Regina's heart sank. What if Mary was wrong, and Robin was disappointed when she didn't show up?

"Hello, milady," Robin said, standing and embracing her warmly. She couldn't resist holding him for a moment, savoring the feeling of his arms around her, the fresh pine scent that clung to him. Whether it was a cologne or his natural scent, she didn't know. All she knew was that it was such a calming smell, and she didn't quite understand why.

That sense of rightness, of home, shattered with Robin's next words as he pulled out her chair for her and sat down across from her. "Did Mary decide not to join us?"

Of course. Of course he was more interested in her. Regina sank into her chair. Why had she ever let Mary convince her for even a second that she stood a chance?

No. Mary's voice was in her head, giving one of her typical hope speeches. Robin just admired Mary as a rival and friend, nothing more… right?

Robin was still staring at her expectantly, and Regina realized she still hadn't answered his question. "She wanted us to have the chance to get to know each other without her dominating the conversation," she said, settling for half-truths. In response to Robin's raised eyebrow, she added defensively, "I competed in the Olympics as an archer too you know, before I decided to retire and coach instead."

"I know," Robin beamed. "I know your reputation well, Regina Mills."

His use of her full name brought her up short. "You knew who I was the whole time? Why didn't you say anything?"

"While I did want to get to know Mary as well, you are the one who fascinates me, Regina," he said softly, reaching across the table to take her hand. "You're beautiful, you're the best archer of any gender in our generation… You're stunning. In every way."

"What?" Regina whispered. Surely, she was dreaming, although the way he was now tracing her palm suggested otherwise.

"I know it may be difficult, but I do come to the States fairly regularly. I'd like to get to know you better, explore what's between us. If that's all right with you, of course."

If that was all right with her? Regina couldn't help smiling at the thought. She had never been more glad that Mary had been right. "Yes," she smiled. "That would be wonderful."

She didn't know what would happen next, but for the first time in a long time, Regina Mills had one very important thing: hope.

Prompts included in this oneshot: 251 Olympics AU, 157 Mary Margaret and Robin friendship, and 177 jealousy. As always let me know what you think!