Written for the Satan Squad - and every single person who has read this has told me "Who gave you the right" so it's EXTRA ANGSTY, you have been warned


Arrows (It's like a story of angst, can you hear me?)

- Set in 5x02 (The Price) - Camelot - The Ball

"May I come in? It would be an honor to dance with the Savior"

He heard a voice from his left and looked at the man, who was now staring at Regina expectantly. She stopped, her wide smile slowly fading, and plastered another smile, you would say fake, more embarrassed, accepting his hand, looking at Robin once, with one apologetic look that said Sorry, I have to keep the farce up, and he bowed, letting them join the other couples. He stayed next to the column, watching the love of his life as she danced with the man. A little stab of jealousy, mixed with pride – he was so glad to see the people accepting her, because she had changed so much, she deserved it – and they twirled, and he could see he talked to her. The smile now gone, he caught a glimpse of a devilish grin on her lips – a grin he had seen a few times during the Missing Year, always addressed to Zelena. He wondered – what possibly was he saying to her? He watched them as they stopped – her arm stopping, lifted, then lowered quickly, and she was tilting her head, asking a question.

Then the man answered, and – something was wrong – she moved away, her face now scared, but the man lifted his arm, as a signal, and it was so fast, an instant, the trained eye of the outlaw, and he could see the archer from the balcony, the arrow leaving the bow,

time froze –

– and the arrow was piercing Regina's chest –

He ran, all the movements around him blurry, but somehow he could understand everything as he ran towards his love – David running towards the man, sword in hand, killing him with an harmonic move – Regina had fallen on the ground – Emma, lifting her hand, releasing a yellow wave of magic and killing the archer in the balcony – and he had reached Regina, finally,

he collapsed to the ground, next to her head, the arrow horrendously settled between her breasts – NO – he lifted her head, placed her head in his lap, – he had watched her die two day before, in that alternate universe created by Isaac, NOT AGAIN, PLEASE – Henry was there, kneeling on the ground, a girl standing next to him – the blood flowing from her chest

"Robin," she coughed, and he lifted his head, yelled, "Emma!" – but she was already there, a white spot next to him, her hand above the murderous arrow –

magic –

nothing –

NO –

"Why isn't it working?" he screamed, Regina's eyes weaker and weaker, a sigh from Henry, the pink dress now red as wine –

"I don't know!" answered Emma, the guilt on her face –

"Robin," Regina tried again, and he answered, now, "I'm here, my love" she was trying to talk, "Henry" she muttered, and the boy got closer, "Henry, I'm – I'm sorry – I love you, Henry" then Snow was there, meeting her eyes, "Forgive me, Snow,"

"Emma, take care of our son,"

"Robin," and he was crying now, and blinking away the tears, and her voice, oh so weak, "Robin," she repeated, and he was lowering towards her, her cheeks wet from tears, and kissing her forehead, "Regina, no, please"

"Robin, I love you, I'm sorry" in a final breath, and he repeated her words, "I love you, don't leave me"

– holding his soulmate, her life raising up and vanishing, so pale,

Emma was crying, holding Henry, both over her body, as he kept sighing, kissing her lips, please, come back to me, hoping in that blasted rainbow kiss, because she couldn't die like this,

she had survived so many things, not like this

they were supposed to die together, with grey hair and winkles, in their bed

"No, mom, wake up"

"Regina, please, come back, please,"

"Please, my love"

#

He woke up with a scream, breathing heavily, Regina, his first thought, she's dead, and he felt a small hand on his shoulder,

"Robin," oh, her voice, he turned towards her, messy hair and brown eyes, and her scent, "you're alive," he said, almost in disbelief, "you're okay"

"That dream again?" she asked, and brought up a hand to his cheek. "I'm here, don't worry"

He moved under the blankets to embrace her, breathing, relief like a wave, "I love you" he said, and she smiled, "Don't worry, my love," as he was finally pouring his tears, fear still shaking him, and she held him, lulling him, "I'm here, I'm here"

#

And he woke up, a primitive fear paralyzing his lungs, Regina, Regina, he brought a temptative hand towards her side of the bed

– a cold mattress

NO

That nightmare, the night Regina had died in Camelot, and the second dream, where he woke up to find her alive, another lie, and he cried, he cried himself to sleep, because she wasn't there anymore,

he was alone

no more second chances.