Written for OQ Fix It Week Day 2

Used the following suggested prompt: When Robin has gone to NYC, Regina's heart is literally broken (they have to get him back to get her back)

Robin hated New York. It was too loud, too crowded and there weren't enough trees. Each night he laid awake on the couch as Marian and Roland slept in the bed, oblivious it seemed to the cars, horns and other sounds drifting up from the streets no matter the hour. The fights were the worst, he believed, as they would last the longest and he was forced to wait, unable to do something. He had tried to break up one fight early on and got a black eye for his troubles. People in New York weren't as kind as the people in Sotrybrooke.

Storybrooke. He missed the idyllic town he first called home in the Land Without Magic. If given a choice between New York, Storybrooke or his beloved Sherwood Forest, Robin would still choose Storybrooke. It was relatively safe—at least free from ogres—and had many technological advancements that made life better. The people were friendly, most active with honor and it was quiet. And most of all, Storybrooke had Regina.

Robin's heart ached whenever he thought about his beautiful and spirited queen. He missed her so fiercely, he was unable to feel anything else. And it was starting to affect his family. Roland was withdrawn and quiet around him while Marian's anger always simmered below the surface. She was trying to reconnect with him and he knew he was only giving a half-hearted attempt. Marian knew it was because of Regina and had forced him to make a clean break—he had deleted Regina's number from his phone and let him throw out the few mementos he had of Regina, save for the book of tales about him. The book only survived because he had lied and said Belle had given it to him. Yet unless there was some way to also purge Regina from his mind and heart, they both knew their marriage would never work. Both, though, were too scared to admit it out loud.

At least, he was too scared to actually say it. He and Marian had little resources in New York City except for the money Regina had given them, some faked identification cards and the keys to Baelfire's apartment. Work was not easy to come by as they had no experience to speak of and most of their skills were not marketable. They were stuck together and even if he could leave Marian, she couldn't return to Storybrooke and had made it clear she wanted to stay in New York. And she wanted to keep Roland with her. He couldn't abandon his son like that. It wasn't the man he was, the man Regina loved.

He was already letting Regina down as it was. When it became clear the only way to save Marian was for her to leave Storybrooke, it was obvious they couldn't send her out into a strange world on her own. Nor could they separate a mother from her son, which meant that Roland had to go as well. It all added up to Robin needing to leave. He had wanted to settle his family in a town near Storybrooke so he could travel between Marian and Roland and Regina and Henry. However, there was a curse on the town line they had yet to break and Regina couldn't guarantee he'd ever be able to come and go as he wanted. She insisted he needed to go to New York because if he stayed in Maine, he would spend the rest of his days trying to come back to her. With tears in her eyes, Regina insisted she didn't want that kind of life for him and they agreed it was best he tried to start over with Marian. What would she if she knew he wasn't trying as hard as he could be? That he was still pining for her?

Every day, Robin pondered all of that as he sat in a park by his apartment. He just needed to get out of the tense atmosphere there and clear his head at least once a day. Not that he every succeeded in completely clearing his head. This afternoon was no different and he sighed as he stood, noting it was time to head home to the wife who would know he had spent another afternoon in the park thinking of another woman. Shoving his hands in his jacket pockets, he turned to head home.

A familiar blonde woman in a red leather jacket, though, blocked his path, panic but hope in her green eyes. "Hello, Robin," she said.

"Emma," he gasped. "What are you doing here?"

She fidgeted with her jacket, glancing around at their surroundings. "Is there some place where we can go to talk in private?"

"Why?" he asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. There had to be a reason why she was here and not Regina, an unknown reason that made his stomach twist into knots. "What's going on?"

"It's Regina," she replied. Her voice shook as she then said: "She's dying."

Robin took Emma to a small pub by the apartment, ordering a whiskey for himself and a beer for her. They sat in silence until served and he took a large gulp before asking her: "What do you mean Regina is dying?"

She sighed, fiddling with the peeling label on her beer bottle. "After you left, Regina barely made it back into town, driving erratically until she got to Town Hall. She stumbled out of her car and collapsed in front of the building. Whale and then Rumple examined her and apparently her heart literally broke, shattering into pieces. Magic is the only thing keep her alive right now."

"How can I help? I don't have magic," he said, frowning. His own heart hurt like it was breaking all over again hearing that his Regina was in such danger. Robin would do anything to save her…he just couldn't see how.

Emma explained that there were pieces of Regina's heart scattered inside each of the people she loved. "They vary in size depending on how much Regina loves them," she told him. "Henry had almost half her heart while Rumple had a tiny piece."

He raised an eyebrow. "Rumple?"

"Don't ask. It was the most surprising discovery of this little adventure, including digging up Cora, finding a piece in a horse painting and the decent-sized piece I pulled from my mother." Emma took a long pull of her beer. "Not to mention the piece Rumple pulled from me."

"How much more of her heart do you need?" he asked, wondering how big a piece he held.

She gave him a soft smile. "A piece almost as big as Henry's. We all know it's yours."

"How can we get it out then? I thought your magic doesn't work outside Storybrooke." Part of him knew the answer but he needed her to say it out loud for it to be true.

"It doesn't," she replied softly, reaching out to cover his hand with her own. "You'll have to come back to Storybrooke."

His heart sped up. "The spell on the town line is down?"

Emma shook her head. "We have a way to get back in, though."

"But what about Marian?" Dread filled him as he realized she would need to stay in New York and keep Roland. He couldn't walk away from his son but he also could let Regina die. Either way, though, he felt he was going to have to lose something and his own heart felt like it was breaking even more.

"I know this isn't an easy decision to make," Emma said softly. "But time is of the essence. If we don't put Regina' s heart back together by the end of the week, we'll never be able to revive her."

Robin downed the rest of his whiskey, nodding. He needed to make a decision and he needed to make it fast. Somewhere in his heart of hearts, he knew what he needed to do. But there was someone he needed to talk with first. Standing, he turned to Emma. "Come on. Let's go see Marian about this."

Robin let himself and Emma into the apartment as Marian came out of the kitchen, carrying two plates with slightly burnt pizza slices on them. She gave him a smile as she approached their table. "I found a frozen pizza buy and thought we could try this rather than ordering out all the time," she explained. "Roland's napping. Can you wake him?"

"I think it's best if he stays asleep for now." Robin didn't want the boy to hear the inevitable argument as he stepped aside, allowing Marian to see Emma.

Her face fell and a cold look he didn't like came to Marian's eyes. She almost didn't sound like herself as she said: "Emma."

"Marian, we need to talk," he said, his stomach all twisted up as he stepped closer. "It's about Regina."

"Of course it is," Marian replied with a scowl. Her eyes flickered again toward Emma. "But I see she didn't bother to come in person. She sent a messenger instead."

He felt Emma tense up and he held out his hand, a silent signal to tell her he would handle it. "She didn't come herself because she's dying, Marian, and she needs my help. Her heart broke."

Marian rolled her eyes. "The great and powerful Evil Queen can't handle a little heartbreak? Pathetic."

That didn't sound like his Marian and something nagged him in the back of his mind. He frowned, hoping to get her to understand the severity of the situation. "It apparently broke literally."

"Smashed to pieces," Emma confirmed. "Little pieces of heart were scattered all over the sidewalk."

The image of Regina lying still on the sidewalk, surrounded by the shards of her broken heart made Robin bite back a sob. He felt himself start to shake as he fought his tears and as Marian set the plates down, crossing her arms. She appeared stern—her posture screamed "not pleased"—but there was a glimmer in her eyes he didn't like.

"So I guess there's a way back into Storybrooke?" she asked.

Emma nodded. "Ingrid left us something we can use."

"Right, the Snow Queen. Who put a curse on me. Which means I can't go back." Marian glared at Robin.

He swallowed, nodding as the fight he was prepared for was upon them. "I know. But I was hoping to talk this out. Maybe since we can get back in, if you move closer to Storybrooke, we can share custody of Roland and work something out."

"What if I like New York? What if I want to stay here with Roland?" She leveled him with a menacing glare that seemed alien to her features. "Would you walk away from your son? For the Evil Queen?"

"Marian…" he started before she cut him off.

"Why should we save her anyway? Wouldn't everyone be better off without her?" she asked, almost in a snarl.

Anger boiled Robin's blood. That didn't sound like his Marian at all. She had been the one to make him a better man, to help people, to do the right thing—no matter how hard. He couldn't believe such harsh words were coming from her mouth and he wondered when she had changed so drastically.

"How can you be so cruel?" he asked. "This isn't you, Marian. Not the Marian I married."

"Well, I'm not your Marian," she snapped.

"That's certainly true," Emma said, studying Marian with a guarded expression.

Confusion mixed with Robin's anger as he stared at the blonde. "What do you mean?"

She moved closer to Marian, her own arms crossed as well. "Rumpelstiltskin told me a pretty interesting story before I left Storybrooke. That's a lovely necklace, Marian."

Marian clutched the gold chain around her neck, scowling at Emma. "What does it have to do with Rumpelstiltskin? It's just a necklace I own."

"A necklace," Robin said softly, mostly to himself. He had seen the chain around her neck but never questioned it, even though the only jewelry they had ever owned were their wedding rings. He had tried to give her a bracelet once but she had sold it to buy medicines for a sick child in a nearby village. So where had she gotten the necklace?

Robin squared his shoulders. "Show it to me."

"No," she said, stepping back from him and Emma.

He leaned forward and easily pried her fingers from it. There was a glass case hanging from the chain and inside it was a six-leaf clover, one he was very familiar with. After all, he had used it to disguise himself so he could sneak into the Dark One's mansion to get the wand to save Marian. If she was wearing it, though, that meant…

"Go on," she taunted, smiling at the look of horror no doubt on his face. She leaned forward, smirking. "Turn it."

She covered his shaking hand with hers and twisted the top. Marian's form melted away as her dark hair became long red locks. Brown eyes morphed into blue and his wife became Zelena, the Wicked Witch of the West.

Robin recoiled, as if burnt. He looked over at Emma, feeling sick. "You knew? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Seeing is believing," she replied, "especially in this case."

He nodded, glancing over at a sleeping Roland. Bile rose up in his throat as he realized his son had been sharing a bed with…that. And now he had to lose his mother all over again. Robin shut his eyes as he grabbed his stomach. "Oh gods…"

Zelena let out a cruel laugh that made his stomach churn even more. "I've enjoyed our time as a family. It's been fun."

"Why?" he asked without looking at her. "Why put on such a charade?"

"I thought that would be obvious. If I had revealed the truth to you, you would've taken Roland and run back to Regina. And I wanted her to feel pain and loss. I wanted her to eventually found us and realize I had taken the life she wanted like she took the life I wanted. But her heart literally breaking? That's a wonderful bonus!" She let out a gleeful chuckle.

Emma backed up toward Robin, placing a hand on his arm as she glared at Zelena. "Get Roland. We're leaving."

"And I suppose you're taking me?" Zelena asked and Robin looked up to see she was pouting, though her eyes still sparkled with mirth.

Emma shook her head. "I think you'll do less damage here where you magic doesn't work."

Zelena's pout morphed into a snarl again. "Then what makes you think I'm just going to let you walk out of here and go rescue my sister?"

"Tie her up," Robin said, hatred he hadn't felt in years filling him. "She doesn't have her magic and I imagine you'll be able to overpower her easily. Tie her up just enough so that she can't prevent us from leaving or sneak away with us. I'll go get Roland."

He closed the doors dividing the bedroom from the rest of the apartment, quickly packing their few belongings into a bag as the sounds of struggle came from the other side of the doors. Robin lifted a still sleeping Roland into his arms, letting his son settle against his shoulder. He prayed Roland stayed asleep for several more hours. Maybe by then, he would have answers for the difficult questions he knew were coming.

Robin opened the door and Emma stood there, leaning against a chair. Zelena sat in it, struggling against the twine binding her hands behind the chair. Rage filled her eyes and her face was turning red. "You'll regret this! I will return to Storybrooke and destroy you all!"

Ignoring her, Robin motioned to the front door. "Come on, Emma. Let's go home."

Regina lay on a bed set up in the middle of her vault, her hands clasped over her chest. Her hair was perfectly coiffed and Robin imagined Snow coming every day to brush it for her. If he hadn't known better, he would've thought she was just sleeping rather than under a preservation spell to keep her alive.

Covering her hands with his own, Robin leaned closer to her so his lips were against her ear. "I'm here," he whispered. "We're going to get you back."

He straightened up, looking at Emma. "Okay. What do you need me to do?"

"Just stand there," she told him. "And brace yourself—it will hurt. Trust me, I'm speaking from experience."

Robin nodded, watching as she raised her hands. A burning sensation filled his chest and he struggled to breathe as he hunched over. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth, determined to stick this out. Regina was worth any amount of pain.

The feeling of being poked—as if being hit by several of his own arrows—followed the burning sensation and he winced, certain he would see blood if he looked down. However, the pain began to recede, and he took a large gasp of air as he straightened up. A large red piece floated between Emma's hands and Robin rubbed his chest, realizing it came out of him. "That's it?" he gasped.

"Yes," she said. "Now we just need Henry to get here…"

The sound of feet stomping down the stairs followed that. Henry entered the room, red-faced and breathless as he carried a carved wooden box. His eyes lit up when he saw Robin. "You came!"

"Of course," Robin replied, reaching out to give him a one-armed hug. He motioned to the box. "Is that the rest of her heart?"

Henry nodded, opening the box. An incomplete heart floated out of it and Emma merged Robin's piece with it. The heart still looked dull and lifeless, causing them all to frown. At least, it was why Robin frowned. He realized they frowned for another reason when Henry pointed to a spot out of Robin's sight. "There's still a piece missing."

Emma blew out in frustration. "Who is it? We tracked down everyone Regina loves. You two, me apparently, Mom, Dad, her parents, Daniel, her horse, this town, Rumple…"

"Roland!" Henry exclaimed, hazel eyes wide. "She loves him too."

Robin's heart sped up at the thought his son held a piece of Regina's heart and then over the fact he would need to suffer the same pain Robin did. "Do you think it'll be better if he remains asleep?" he asked.

Emma nodded. "And it should be quicker since his piece is a small one."

"I'll go get him," Robin said, heading up to where Little John waited with a still sleeping Roland. He took his son and brought him down to the vault, praying he was doing the right thing and that the spell didn't do any permanent damage to Roland.

Emma had him lay Roland on the bed next to Regina and he held the boy's hand, watching with renewed pain as Emma held her hands over his son. Roland's face contorted with pain and he let out a soft whimper, clutching Robin's hand tighter. But Robin saw a small red piece emerge from his son's chest—the last piece of Regina's heart. Once it was out, Roland calmed down and peace returned to his features.

"Here," Emma said, holding out Regina's heart once she merged the last piece with the rest. It was still a dull shade of red and wasn't beating. Robin was confused until she added: "You have to kiss it to restore life to it."

He raised his eyebrow but took the heart, raising it to his lips. Pressing a tender kiss to it, Robin poured all his love and adoration for Regina into it. A silent prayer sprung into his mind, hoping that it would work and Regina would come back to them.

To him.

A soft red glow spread through the heart before it began beating. Hope and joy bubbled through him as he looked up, holding the organ out to Emma gain. "You'll put it back?"

She shook her head. "I need to take the preservation spell off. You can put it back. Just press it to her chest and her magic should do the rest."

"Okay," he replied, hesitant. He watched as Emma lowered Regina's clasped hands to her stomach, leaving her chest clear for Robin. She then waved her hand over the queen's body. It shimmered with a pale yellow light before it died down, telling him the preservation spell had been lifted.

He took a deep breath and placed the heart in the center of Regina's chest. He gave it a gentle push, watching as it easily went through her clothing and skin. Robin held onto it until it snapped back into place and he pulled his hand back out, praying it had worked.

Regina's eyes flew open as she took in a large gasp of air. Her hand flew up to her chest, feeling her heart beating inside it once again. She glanced around the room, surprise filling her eyes when she saw him. "Robin?" she breathed.

"Yes, milady," he said, voice cracking as tears filled his eyes. He stroked her hair as he took her hand again. "I'm here."

"How?" she asked before it appeared she fully comprehended where she was. She frowned. "What happened?"

He and Emma helped her sit up as Henry explained about her broken heart. "We had to find pieces you had given to others and put them back together. Robin and Roland held the final two parts we needed," he said.

She opened up her arms and Henry stepped inside, hugging his mother as Robin rubbed her back. He loved seeing Regina's maternal side—he loved all her sides—but there was just something about the way she glowed around Henry that made his heart speed up and a warm tingle fill his body. It was love, he was certain of it.

Regina turned and ran her fingers though Roland's curls as the boy began to rouse at last. He blinked open tired brown eyes and gasped when he saw everyone. "Regina! Henry! Miss Emma! What are you doing in New York?"

"They aren't in New York," Robin said, crouching down to be eye level with his son. "We're back in Storybrooke."

The boy frowned. "What about Mama? And the ice spell?"

Robin didn't know how to answer that and Emma looked like she wasn't going to be any help. He glanced up at Regina, who frowned. "Robin, where is Marian?"

"That's a bit of a complicated story," Emma said, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets.

"Mama's fine," Robin lied, watching his son grow upset and confused without an answer. "We'll see her very soon."

"Henry, why don't you take Roland upstairs?" Emma asked as Robin helped the boy down.

Henry nodded, taking Roland's hand. "Your uncle Little John is waiting upstairs. I'm sure you want to say hi."

"I do!" Roland exclaimed, bounding up the stairs with Henry.

Regina swung her legs around so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her voice was stern and there was a familiar fire in her eyes as she looked between Robin and Emma. "Will someone please tell me what's going on? What happened to Marian? And do you need to leave again?"

She directed the last question at Robin, who shook his head as Emma said: "He really can't. We have no guarantee your heart won't break into pieces again if he leaves. I doubt we'll find more pieces lying around."

"And Marian…Marian is dead," he said, taking her hand. "She's always been dead."

Regina frowned. "What do you mean? Emma and Hook brought them back from their little time adventure."

"It was someone disguised as Marian. It was…It was…" He felt the bile rising to his throat as he once again recalled Marian turning into Zelena, making him unable to finish his sentence.

Emma jumped in. "It was Zelena."

"WHAT?" Regina jumped up, swaying a bit. Robin reached out to steady her and she held onto him. "My sister is alive? Where is she?"

"New York, for now. I didn't want to chance bringing her to Storybrooke. She's safer out there where she can't do magic," Emma said. "And she's far away from us."

"For now. She seemed pretty bent on revenge when we left," Robin noted, wrapping his arms around Regina. He held her close, breathing in the familiar vanilla and apple scent of her shampoo. It was distinctly her.

Regina squared her shoulders even as she relaxed against him. "Well, we'll be ready for her."

"I just don't know how I'm going to answer Roland's questions," he mused to himself, feeling guilty for the lie he had already told.

She patted his hand. "I have a memory potion we can give him and I can give him just enough to erase all memory of the fake Marian. We can spare him the pain of losing her all over again."

"Thank you," he whispered, kissing her neck. "That means a lot to me."

Regina then turned in his arms, facing him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "And you promise you'll never leave?"

"I promise," he said, resting his forehead against hers.

Emma cleared her throat. "I'll give you two a few minutes alone and go wait upstairs with the others."

Once she was gone, Robin captured Regina's lips in a passionate kiss. He had almost two months to make up for, kisses stolen by Zelena for her petty revenge against Regina. She had stolen two months of hugs and cuddles, of picnics by the fireplace and ice cream runs. They could've spent the two months bonding as a family—him, her, Roland and Henry—and growing closer to each other.

There was still time for that, he realized as she moaned into the kiss, tangling her fingers in his hair. Now that he was back and her heart was restored, he wasn't going to waste another second with the amazing woman in his arms. They were going to be a family and together, achieve their happy ending.

No matter what.