Warm rays of sunshine shone on Zelena's face and she buried her face in the pillow she had wrapped her arms around during the night. She stood slowly from her bed, eyes fluttering open, the sunlight blinding through from the balcony. She stood from the bed, stretching her long limbs above her head. She moved to the balcony, pausing in front of the mirror, her eyes widened as she glanced at the mane of red hair surrounding her face. She raised her hands and attempted to flatten the unruly curls to no avail. She sighed and lowered her hands giving up. A smile crept on her face when she recalled the memories of last night. Despite her reservations of getting closer to the man sleeping in the room next door, last night she saw the care in his eyes as they bore deep into her soul, Zelena rolled her eyes,
"my god you're getting soppy." She moved to the balcony taking in the view from the palace window, the forests of Oz spread far and wide, she noticed the trees that had been green a few days ago when they arrived were now taking on an orange tinge. The sun was still rising, and the sky was lit up the warm glow of the golden sun and the dark blue remnants of the night. What she failed to notice was the brave munchkin that had left his village to finally rid the Kingdom of Oz of the Wicked Witch at long last. What he didn't know was that woman had been dead longer than anyone had realised. He lifted his crossbow and aimed carefully for the figure standing on the balcony, only recognisable by her fiery red hair. A careful finger hovered shakily above the trigger, one steady breath later and the bolt was launched from the weapon and the figure on the balcony fell to the ground, the munchkin nodded, the deed finally done he moved back through the forest to tell the tale of the fallen witch.
Robin woke early and although his room was dark the small window let in a stream of orange sunlight. He pictured the woman in the room next door. He wondered what she was thinking after last night. The dancing was enjoyable and the almost kiss had left him dumbfounded for a while after Zelena had left the room. He laid in bed, thinking about the woman, when he heard a yelp of pain and a thump from the chamber through the door. He scrambled from the bed, sheets hindering his movements. He wrenched the door open to find the redhead sprawled on the floor, a bolt trapped in her abdomen. He ran to her and crouched, "Zelena! What happened?!" She lifted a shaking, blood covered hand and pointed to the balcony. He stood and moved carefully towards the hole in the palace wall, seeing nothing but forest he rushed back to the redhead. Her breathing was shallow and sweat sheened on her forehead, her skin even paler than normal. He carefully lifted her and moved as quickly as he dared to the library where he set her gently on the table. A pained whimper came from the woman as he bustled around the room. Trying to recall what Zelena had said to him the night before, he poured the potion into the small vial that had been left on the desk, he thanked god she had thought to be prepared. He moved back to Zelena and threw the vial on the floor violently before turning to lift her again. "Come on, come on! Work dammit!" The portal sprung to life as if by his own will. He gathered the woman closer to him trying not to cause her anymore pain. He thought clearly of Regina's foyer, and leapt into the swirling, ominous portal.
He landed painfully on his knees, his arms almost buckling under Zelena but he kept her from landing on the floor. He laid her gently on the floor, checking her over, her breathing shallow, and blood pooling around the wound. His hands wavered above her, as her eyes locked on his, fear taking over.
"Regina!" He waited, "Regina!" He heard scrambling upstairs and a figure came bustling down the stairs. Regina was wearing her pyjamas as she took the stairs down two at a time.
"Robin! What the hell happened?!" She moved closer to the man kneeling on the ground and gasped when her sister came into view. "Zelena!" She kneeled beside her sister, she got up and ran into her study, swiftly returning in a matter of seconds. She grasped Robin's wrist,
"Robin! I can heal her, but I have to put her under a sleeping curse to let her recover properly. If I do this, she may not-"
"I don't care just do it!" Regina flinched, but nodded, she lifted her sister's finger and made her look her in the eye,
"You're going to be okay." Zelena nodded weakly as Regina pushed the curse coated needle into her finger. Zelena's eyes fluttered shut,
"Robin can you carry her up to the spare bedroom?" He nodded through misty eyes and carefully lifted her again, he followed Regina up the stairs and laid the redhead gently on the bed. Regina set to work as her hands hovered over her sister's body. The bolt vanished, and the wound closed as if nothing had ever happened. The only sign of injury was the bloodstain on the nightgown, even that looked old. He sat on the bed looking at the redhead, her hair spread out on the pillow and her skin returning to its usual pallor and her breathing evened out. He grasped her hand and held it in his own.
"Robin, what the hell happened?" He shook his head,
"Later." Regina nodded and her attention was taken by the figure in the door, a sleepy Emma moved through the doorway,
"Robin, what happened?" He shook his head, Regina explained what had happened since the man landed in her foyer with the redhead. Emma gasped and glanced at the woman that now lay in a sleeping curse. Regina motioned for Emma to follow her from the room and closed the door behind them. Robin sat and began his vigil over the woman he knew he had begun to love.