Alright , first off I'm sorry it's been so long (if anyone is still there at all).

I know you don't need to hear my excuses, so I won't give them to you.

I don't really have a plan for this fic, so I guess we'll see how it goes.

If you guys have suggestions or ideas on where you want to see this story go, I definitely want to hear them.

I want to thank the two guests who left very helpful reviews (y'all are awesome).

No beta, so all mistakes are mine.

I guess that's about it so, here it is:

Chapter 3

She never heard the lock turn. She never heard the second set of footsteps (though she, for the sake of her pride, maintains they practically mirrored her own). She was too lost in her own thoughts to notice, still trying to justify her decision. She had to make the right choice. For the both of them. If he wasn't strong enough to stand by his decision, she would have to be strong enough for the both of them. After all, she prided herself on being strong, on having no fear and showing no sign of weakness. Until you met Ro..

She cut herself off right there. Because if she didn't, she knew it wouldn't stop there. She'd start thinking about their first kiss, about the way he looked at her, about how much she loves him...No. She loved him. She'd resigned herself to referring to anything to do with Him in past tense in an effort to convince herself that she had moved on. She had to move on. Because he was married. Is married. Damn. This was going to be harder than she thought. Maybe she should just stay in bed forever. Maybe everyone would be better off that -

It was at this point in her wallowing that she became aware of his presence. And by very unconventional means. Though it took her a few moments to regain her orientation, she found herself pinned against the nearest wall. It was then that the second profound realisation of the morning hit her. He was a thief. If he wanted in a room, all he need do was pick the lock. Though the fact that he would do this to her (he had to know the fragile state she was in, whether or not she'd admit it. He was good at that) was rather shocking. A long and tension (more than one kind - was it always this hot in here?) filled silence followed, and she could feel her heart beating faster and She knew it most certainly was not usually this warm in here. She eventually decided speaking would be a logical course of action, as well as a convenient distraction from the noticeably minute distance between his mouth and her neck.

"You broke into my house."

She tried to snap at him, to make use of that icy, detached voice she had so much practice with. She couldn't. His left hand held her wrists behind her back, and the other she could feel dipping dangerously close to her ass. She was surprised, given their current position, that ANY words left her lips at all. There was a hint of a challenge in her voice, though. But it was weak (Whether that was due to lack of use or extensive crying neither could tell). He looked pale, and thinner (only barely, but still) than he had been 3 days ago. His eyes carried a deep sadness. One that she recognized. It was the look a person had when their life had become their own personal hell. Oh yes, she knew this look very well. She'd seen it every day for countless years in the very mirror she could she now across the way. Seeing that look in his eyes caught her off guard. She had thought he'd be happy now. Now that his true love was back.

He stumbled over his words, clearly unsure of how to respond.

"I ...I..."

His hand reached Its destination and she bit back a moan. This was wrong, and completely uncharacteristic. What had gotten into him?

"You should be with your wife Robin."

You belong with her. You always have. She's your true love, after all. Because you have one. Because that's how this works. You're the honorable man, the good guy. I'm the villains, and villains don't get happy endings." Her brain would not let her forget those words. Oh well. At Least he didn't know what she was thinking. She knew how it hurt him to hear her say things Like that. He was the reason she'd begun to believe otherwise.

At that moment, she felt his hand release her arms from where he'd pinned them behind her. She felt the heat from his body recede, and she wondered if she'd said that last part aloud. She realised, as she watched Little John (who ,no doubt, had known from the beginning where Robin was headed and followed him) escort Robin towards the door, that she had. She could tell by the expression of pure agony on his face. After her words he went willingly, refusing to meet her eyes. This day was going to be a particularly long one, she thought as she headed towards the shower. Cold, today. Definitely cold.