This actually didn't take nearly as long as I expected it to, and it's a lot longer than I anticipated, so...go me? This chapter takes place at least a few days after the last, with Morgan having temporarily taken his mother's position as tactician, with the help of Owain and Henry if needed. It isn't actually mentioned here, but they managed to save Tiki and have her join the party after Robin lost consciousness, so she will be a character I will bring in later...and no one died while Robin slept. This chapter focuses more on the past of Owain and Morgan's seperate Robins, with some of Henry and this Robin, plus some of Henry's humor and attempts to make up for avoiding her earlier. I think that's about it, so hope you enjoy. Read and review if you can!

She begged Naga to let her forget the awful 'illness' brought on by her lose of control, but she never did.

It felt like an eternity to Robin when she finally awoke, her senses slowly returning to her. Her eyes tried to open but she quickly found them unable to, a spike of panic filling her...arms, legs, mouth, nothing would move! Her whole body ached, but her eyes, cheeks, back and mark on the back of her hand were the worst.

"You're...certain she will be...alright?" Owain? Who was he talking to?

"I'm sure." If the tactician could open her eyes they would have widened, because the voice that responded was Henry.

"You've really never seen her like this?" He sounded surprised.

"Never." The myrmidon answered. "The closest was when the guards attacked you two, they hurt her so she started...but nothing came of it, no real change. And the day she..." He trailed off, whatever he remembered, it was clear that he didn't want to talk about it.

"And do you remember anything like this?" Was there someone else here too? Several moments of silence was the only response she knew of.

"Mother was never like that." Morgan was here too? The pigtailed teenager realized she shouldn't have been surprised, considering he was her son, but for some reason she was. "Mother was always in total control...she told me what she was, but I never saw any proof beyond her eyes going red and her control of fire." So, his version of his mother was always in control...an interesting fact. "If I think hard enough...I can vaguely remember someone making Mother really angry with them, the fire of the torches along the wall flaring up. I...I can't remember what they said, or who they were, but she called for the king and ordered him to keep his 'subordinates in line'."

"Such a response was abnormal?" The blond asked.

"Yes...I remember being surprised...being scared of Mother..." The black eyed teenager could hear the shudder, the fear in his voice.

"Nya ha. Of course you were scared, you probably never saw her mad before." It sounded almost like the dark mage was trying to cheer up or reassure their son, but that made no sense with how he had acted towards the boy before...then again, neither did the fact that he was with the other two and apparently looking after her.

"Were you scared the first time you saw Mother mad?" The question was spoken softly, as if afraid of the answer...another laugh came as a response.

"I don't feel fear." The words were spoken so casually the cloaked teenager almost didn't hear the actual words.

"D-Dad?" Now the white haired tactician was scared again...she could almost feel the closed eyed boy's frown.

"Well...I don't feel fear for me." He corrected, pausing and sounding like he was trying to keep his voice steady. "I fear...I'm scared of Robin dying, or of her losing herself. I...I've gotten into trouble a lot for risking myself to save her." The robed boy had risked himself for her? Even after she'd gotten mad at him?

"I'm rather certain we all fear that possibility, Henry." The blue eyed boy stated, silence filling the area. "...What will happen to Robin, after coming so close?"

"She'll start off sleeping for several days straight, as you two have seen." Several days? Had the orange haired teenager already been sleeping for DAYS?! ...Oh gods, what if the Shepherds were attacked while she was asleep?! Was someone hurt because she'd been sleeping, was someone DEAD?! "It will be hard for her to move even after she wakes up, her entire body will be in pain...cheeks, eyes, back and that mark will be the worst." No, no...surely they'd be talking about someone being dead...her once travelling companion was exactly right about her pain though, did he realize she was awake now? "Once she wakes up we'll feed her...soups, sauces...easy things that don't take any chewing." If it was hard to move chewing and swallowing probably would be too. "She'll...she'll throw most of it back up, and still spend most of her time asleep." Throwing up didn't appeal to Robin at all, but it couldn't really be helped from the sound of it.

"Does she...have to?" Morgan asked quietly, sounding so sad...

"Her body will try to get all the energy it can from the food, but her body will also reject anything normal because of what happened to her...she shouldn't WRETCH-ject it for more than a few days." Henry was rather obvious in his attempt to make everyone feel better this time, and as confused as she was...she would have smiled if she could move her face enough to do so, even if it was an awful pun. "She'll be able to move some and maybe even use a bit of magic, once she can keep food down...but we'll need to keep carrying her for a bit. Nya ha! She'll DRIVE herself to the dirt otherwise!" Despite the fact that all of them thought she was still unconscious, and the joke was just terrible, her son and the blond gave a soft laugh.

"Henry!" Owain was trying to stifle his sudden laughter...

"D-Dad!" Morgan choked on his own laughter, sounding happier than she had heard him in a long time.

Henry...thank you. Their laughter sounded so good, so calming, relaxing...she didn't notice her eyes slowly shut.

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The next time Robin awoke she was able to flutter her eyes open, though it was certainly difficult...slowly she was able to move her mouth, make sounds until words finally formed.

"He...llo..."

"Mother!" The surprise was clear in Morgan's voice, his voice quiet. She moved her eyes to look towards him, noticing that she was currently lying on her cot within her tent...footsteps echoed in the tactician's ears as her son left her vision, the rustle of tent material revealed that he must have left the tent. "Go. Get Dad and Owain." A soft order, barely heard by her, was stated to...someone?

"Caw!" Oh, it was one of Henry's crows. A flap of wings signalled it's take off, and a moment later the black eyed boy had returned.

"It's dinner time, Owain and Dad went to get the three of us food...we all decided someone had to stay here and watch you encase you woke up." He smiled at his mother, who had her mouth twitch twice before she managed a smile. The title of the dark mage was spoken with the same familial compassion her own title held, along with the name of the blond prince...her once travelling companion must have been taking great care of the boy, cheering him up and the like while she was asleep. "Here, let me help you up...can't eat lying down." The white haired tactician carefully moved his mother's torso until she was sitting upright, then sat behind her to use the side of his body to a flat surface for her to lean on.

"Tha...nk... you... Mor...gan..." It was still far more trouble to speak than she would prefer, but at least they would know she was awake this time.

"Robin! Mine friend, you have once more returned to the world of the waking!" The tent flap moved aside to reveal the earlier mentioned young myrmidon carrying two plates of food, who sounded so happy the orange haired teenager couldn't help but laugh softly...at least her throat didn't hurt too much when she spoke or laughed.

"Owain, quiet. We don't want anyone to know she's awake until she's well enough to move around on her own, remember?" Henry stepped in after him with his own plate, frowning with open eyes staring briefly at his back...while the blue eyed boy didn't see the look it was apparent that he knew it was happening, considering he shuddered slightly, the eyes closed again and the white haired dark mage's seemingly perpetual smile returned. "There was a kidnapping among us days ago." He stated simply, looking straight at her.

"Wh...wha-" The black eyes of the teenaged girl widened in worry.

"But it seems she finally woke up." Eyes of the time travellers snapped between the once friends, getting more and more concerned as the silence stretched on. Finally soft laughter came from her, causing their eyes to widen and even one of the usually closed eyes to open slightly in surprise. After a few deep breaths she managed to calm the unexpected laughter.

"I-I've...been a-asleep...for d-days...and you g-go...with...K-KIDNAPPING?" The laughter came back, though she still wasn't sure why she found his puns funny now to begin with. "Naps d-don't...l-last for...DAYS...H-Henry!" A blink, confusion spreading across their faces along with surprise.

"You...Robin, will you not point out that you are no child?" When the cloaked teenager thought about it, she normally did point out that she wasn't a child...but, perhaps because it was intended to be a joke or because said joke was rather awful, the wrongful description didn't actually bother her. She shrugged.

"So, what would you say then?" The robed boy asked.

"I...would t-tell a...j-joke about m-my...cot, b-but...i-it hasn't b-been...made up y-yet." The males all stared at her, and the lack of sound from them began to make her uncomfortable...then the Plegian male and Ylissian royal began laughing loudly, causing another smile from the pyrokenetic teenager.

"That was amazing Robin!" The fire loving mage grinned, making sure to keep his voice down.

"I haven't heard such a joke from thee in ages!" The hero-to-be laughed as well, giving his fellow future child his plate before the laughter rocking his body caused his hand to release the plate...the younger made no response to the joke, merely beginning to eat.

"...Our food is going to get cold." Morgan pointed out after several moments, the others regaining their composure with a nod.

"The crow told me you were awake, so I brought you food." Henry pulled a small jar of apple sauce from under his shirt, along with a spoon. He opened it and dipped the spoon in, filling it with the sauce as he moved closer, pulling it out and pushing it towards the still softly laughing teenager.

"I-I'm not...a-a ch-" A frown appeared on Robin's face, moving her head

to the side in an attempt to keep him from feeding her like a baby.

"You're not a child." The dark mage agreed. "But you don't have the energy to feed yourself right now...please, let me help." After a moment the female tactician moved her face back towards him, opening her mouth despite looking at the ground as if embarrassed or self-conscious...she may actually have been.

"A-aaa..." She made her discomfort apparent, but her agreement was also obvious.

"Thank you." The closed eyed boy smiled ever so slightly, pushing the utensil into her mouth than back out once it closed before going back into the food as she swallowed. A few bites before her the black eyed girl's body instinctively straightened slightly and those eyes widened, the utensil being dropped into the food as a bucket was pulled up onto her lap...a second later everything she had just eaten came back up, gasping for air once it was over.

"Mother?!" Equally black eyes looked at her in fear, bottom lip trembling.

"F-fine..." The orange haired teenager assured him as her body calmed from it's experience...the white haired dark mage moved the bucket back to the floor before carefully used his free hand to push her chin up to look at him and returned to feeding her as though nothing happened. He had said he hadn't seen her this bad before, but his lack of any real response meant this 'illness' was one he had encountered enough to become numb to any worry or disgust.

"She'll be fine Morgan." The assurance her son from his father was simple, no jokes as he fed his mother, perhaps too focused on the task at hand. "...You two go get her some water." The usual jokester placed the jar on his lap, moving his now free arm to hold her upright so their son could leave.

"Come on Morgan." Owain had been eating until her food came back up, sitting on the floor and placing the food on the bookcase but now standing and reaching for the younger's hand...the white haired tactician nodded, placing his own plate on the bookcase and the two left the tent.

"...They don't have the STOMACH to handle this." Henry gave a strained smile and she wondered just how used to this he really was, and how much of it was an act for the benefit of the other two. It became a rather unpleasant cycle; a few bites before the girl would throw most of it back up...at least she could tell a bit of it was staying down, giving her just a bit more strength.

"Here." The children returned, the older holding out a canteen. As soon as she saw it her throat felt so dry in throbbed, momentarily wondering if the sight had caused the feeling or just made her notice it. It was opened and brought to the child-like teenager's lips, she managed to get a gulp before the one currently taking care of her pulled it away.

"If she tries to drink too much at once she'll just throw it up." He pointed out before anyone could actually question him, closing the source of water and grabbing the food again.

"But Mother hasn't had the chance to drink in days." Morgan pointed out.

"She'll wake up more often now, this won't be the only time she'll be awake today." Water after she'd throw up was added to the cycle...eventually she finished the small jar and was laid down to sleep again.

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The 'ill' tactician awoke more and more frequently as the next few days passed...eating and drinking more with almost each time awake, beyond when she would briefly awaken during a fight, and soon she was able to mostly keep solid foods like jerky down. The Shepherds mostly thought she was still in some sort of coma, but the three who knew better had reasons to keep her awakenings to themselves. Another couple days and she should be able to walk around on her own at least a little bit, according to her once travelling companion.

Eyes fluttered open to find themself in the middle of a battle, her son and his father were back to back with the younger calling out orders to the Shepherds currently fighting...while the orders weren't as full-proof as most of her own they were still great plans in their own right and people didn't seem to be getting hurt much. Robin was currently being carried on the back of Owain, who was with the caravan instead of the main fight, her hood pulled up to cover her face in shadows...it would keep anyone from noticing her eyes open. The child-like teenager had been considering simply returning to sleep, as the group seemed to be doing fine without her, until her eyes caught sudden movement in the sky...a falcon knight, diving towards an unknowing Lucina.

"Owain...turn left." Though surprised she was awake, the myrmidon did as ordered, the orange haired teenager pulling out the Arcfire tome she kept hidden within her cloak for emergencies. Her eyes had already become red upon seeing the threat, sending the high powered spell at the enemy...the pain that had been dulling over time flared up again, causing her vision to blacken with her head feeling like it was spinning, it was almost enough to make her sick...the screech of the falicorn and its rider was her only sign that the tactician had hit her target, eyes back to their original colour.

"Robin?!" It couldn't be helped that the king had seen the spell and the casting circles.

"Henry won't be happy, mine friend...he wished for thine friends and family to believe thou comatose until well enough to move." The blond prince pointed out.

"...I-I know." The pigtailed teenager agreed with a sigh.

"Nor did he wish thou to use thine magic." He added, getting a hum in return.

"Had t-to...save...L-Lucina." She explained softly, a sudden gust of wind blowing her hood back...the boy gave a sigh of his own.

"I suppose it can't be helped." The girl gave a sheepish smile in return, though it couldn't be seen.

"That's her! Their tactician! Capture her, Emperor Walhart has ordered it!" All the enemies that had been going after the caravan turned their attention to her and her carrier.

"Mother!" And now the white haired tactician was worried about her.

"Robin?" His older brother-figure questioned what they were supposed to do now.

"Th-this wasn't...part o-of...my p-plan..." The black eyed teenager admitted, watching the enemy getting quickly closer to them.

"Focus on your fight Morgan!" She didn't even have to tell him to yell that.

"But I-I...suggest you...r-run..." She added, the blue eyed boy gripped her legs tighter to be certain she didn't fall before spinning on his heel and heading towards the nearby tree line.

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"I request you not use any more magic today Robin, and certainly not high level magic such as thine Arcfire." Owain said once they had entered the small forest.

"I-I won't..." Robin assured him, doubting she'd be able to stay conscious even if it was only an attempt at that spell. He stopped after a bit more running, placing her on the ground behind a tree so someone who had followed them couldn't see her.

"Stay here mine friend...I shall deal with them." The tactician gave him a look of uncertainty, only to get a reassuring smile from the myrmidon...she knew the likelihood of her being useful to him, weakly sitting against a tree as she was and unable to cast a spell, but that didn't make her any more comfortable about leaving all the fighting to the time traveller.

"C-careful..." The orange haired teenager didn't really need to say that, her earlier expression already got that point across, but it made her feel better to speak the word anyway. The blond boy gave a slight nod and moved a few steps closer to where they had entered before hiding behind a tree himself, obviously intending to keep her hiding place a secret from their approaching enemy, she moved her head and body a bit so she could see the fighting but remain undetected due to her place so close the the ground.

It didn't take long for one of the foes to run passed the sword user's hiding spot, his precious Missiletainn cutting with ease through the person who had run by him. Their opponents noticed the sliced man, two of them rushing him...he could block the swings of both with minimal damage to himself, but it would take a mistake from one of them for him to get in an attack of his own. The pigtailed teenager knew he would be able to beat them with time, both were wielding axes after all, and would have let herself relax if not for suddenly notice a lance user slowly sneaking up behind her friend. A flash of panic filled her upon realizing he didn't notice, too focused on the people in front of him...magic was out of the question right now, but she had to help him!

Then I won't use magic. Pulling the steel sword from her hip, the cloaked teenager pushed her body up with the full knowledge that both it and Henry would be mad at her for pushing herself later...the adrenaline now rushing through her body stopped any pain she'd feel at the moment, and more importantly gave her the energy to actually use the weapon. She made no sound as she darted toward the back of the paladin who had left their horse behind to silently make it behind the blue eyed boy...their armour was sectioned far more and thinner than a general, allowing for this entire sneak attempt, but also meaning they had plenty of weak spots if you knew where to look and how weak her sword was wouldn't really matter any. "B-big mistake..." The black eyed teenager muttered, her crouched body leaping towards the threat before he had time to turn around...her sword easily slipped through a small opening between the pieces of armour on his back and into his spine. His body would be paralyzed even if he wasn't dead, and the momentum from her jump caused him to begin falling forward. She was about to allow the adrenaline fade from her body before she remembered that a fifth person had been headed towards them earlier...a sniper.

"D-damn..." The confidence the child-like teenager relied on in battle didn't fill her when using a blade, leaving her to her own devices with stutter fully intact and her mind slowly beginning to swim from how instinctual and primal the use of a sword was compared to her much preferred magic. She listened for any sign of the bow user, blocking out any sound that didn't matter. Finally the sound of an arrow being notched filled her ears from behind her, pulling her blade from the useless man was easy as she rolled to the side. Spinning around and running towards the new enemy all happened in one fluid motion the moment she stopped her roll...Owain would be intended target if the earlier mention of capturing her had been true, meaning the arrow had never been aimed at Robin, but her sudden movement and speed clearly surprised the sniper and gave her those precious seconds to close in before he fired. Another roll into a crouch gave the necessary momentum she needed, stabbing her weapon through their neck and pulling it sharply to the left and out of the soon to be dead body, blood splattering onto her as they fell...the cry of pain quickly became gargled by the blood filling the still attached part of their throat and lungs, a mix of sadistic pleasure and disgust filled her at the sight.

"I am thankful for thine help Robin." The myrmidon was suddenly behind her, the cry from their comrade must have distracted the two he was fighting enough for him to cut them down.

"Y-you nee-" The return of the tactician's pain cut her off, causing an outcry of pain as her body throbbed and decided that continuing to hold her up was no longer necessary...she began to fall to the side, but was luckily caught by her friend before she hit the ground.

"Robin!" Of course her once travelling companion would be the one to reach them first, but that was all she could make out as the pain became too much and her body passed out again.

The Robin of Morgan's time didn't make jokes, making him uncomfortable when she does here, even if he doesn't remember why. The driving pun is honestly really bad and doesn't make much sense, but I was going for a joke on how they were carrying her so they were sort of a carriage for her, meaning she'd be driving them only she's just going to drive herself into the ground...it's awful and forced, but I couldn't think of anything better there, I've literally spent days just trying to figure out a pun to put there before I could post this chapter. When Henry mentions her body rejecting anything normal; it is due to Grima absorbing life energy from the people she was killing and a bit from her friends, so things of a more tangible sort that give her energy are promptly gotten rid of as her body slowly returns to normal. Robin's eyes only go red (when fighting) if she's using her magic, as she's calling on Grima's power to make sure she hits her target and the like...this also shows that she is more than a capable fighter even without the fell dragon's assistance, but she doesn't like how swordplay messes with her head, the pleasure from seeing the blood caused by Grima of course. Walhart wants Robin because he got a report of what happened during the last battle, considering Validar reveals Walhart knows of the Grimleal and is actively trying to stop them (via taking over countries and continents but meh), I believe he'd have to know that Grima has a human form and that they have been born now...he is smart enough to recognize the event as inhuman, and put two-and-two together, so he's trying to capture her to keep her from the Grimleal. Ok, finally done explaining things here encase I didn't do it well enough in the chapter. See you all soon!

P.S. Is anyone surprised that I have planned out this whole AU to this where Walhart DID capture Robin here, locks her up and ends up falling in love with her? It would actually have a lot of character development on Walhart's part as he slowly starts to see her as more than 'the vessel', but I'm not sure if I'll end up writing it out...not like I really NEED to add anything else to this already 6 part planned story-verse but I just might end up writing it out anyway...