A/N: So sorry for the long wait guys. Here's a short chapter, hopefully I'll get back on track. You're the best! Thank you for the comments and everything else!


Regina eyes the woman sitting on couch. She's tense, clearly afraid, but Regina also sees hope in her eyes. The brunette walks to a chair opposite the couch, her steps a little labored, mostly because of the exhaustion, she winces a little when she sits down and holds her injured arm close to her waist.

Nothing goes unnoticed. Elsa is paying attention to each and every movement. It's guilt that rests in her eyes.

Regina finally looks at her.

"Alright. You managed quite the entrance, Elsa." There's a thin smile on her lips, it works more as a reassurance form Regina to let Elsa know that she's safe. But, Regina needs the truth.

"Did I hurt you badly? I… I'm sorry. Sometimes I can't… I don't know how to…" Elsa is rubbing her hands together as if trying to show Regina something.

"It's alright. It's better now. Afterwards I realized it was an accident."

"Can I see the injure? Maybe… Maybe I can help."

"You… You have healing powers, too?"

"I don't think so… they're more like… It's ice. It conserves things, I guess." She stood up and is getting close to the chair. She's searching for Regina's approve to touch her.

"I'm fine." But Elsa is already touching her arm and there's an icy sensation running through her body. She shivers.

"It's going to bother you just a little bit, but it will work."

She can feel her skin being pulled.

"Take a look at it now."

Her skin was faultless again except for some red mark where the gash should've been. Regina is a little startled and amazed by the young woman's power.

She mutters a "Thank you".

"Elsa, I need to know what you're doing here. How did you get in Storybrooke anyways? I don't recall you from the Enchanted Forest." The sentence comes out of her mouth more as a command than a question.

" I don't remember much. There are few things quite blurred in my mind. I know I was trapped in an urn and the next thing I know I was in a barn here in this world."

There's a knock on the door and former queen startled a little then said:

"Henry, do you need anything? We'll be out short…"

"It's not Henry." The blonde woman smiles at Regina, who frowns of annoyance.

"What are you doing here, Miss Swan?"

"I'm helping our son. He called me."

Those are the words that disarm Regina. She can't deny the pleasant feeling of knowing that her son cared enough to call Emma. Although, she hates the idea that Emma is here.


When Robin arrives at the camp, Roland is playing out side by the fire with Little John and two other merry men. Marian is cooking something that smells wonderful and makes Robin think of the old times. He approaches them and his boy is the first to notice him. With an pretend bow and arrow he points at his father and says:

"You better surrender now. You know I never miss."

"Oh my! Yes! I surrender." And Robin kneels down on the ground and Roland pretends to shoot. His father vehemently falls into character and making a painful face falls to the ground. The boy comes to check on his prey and as he reaching to his father's arm, Robin moves fast to hug and tickle him.

"How are you today my most skilled merry man?"

"Hi Papa! I'm good."

He kisses his son on his forehead and settles him on the floor, then nods to the men and goes to Marian.

"What about you milady? How are you doing in the midst of my merry man?

She looks at him and smiles. There's clearly pain in her eyes and sorrow. Robin understands that something is off.

"Hello, my love. I'm okay. Adjusting." She looks to the pan she's using, considers her thought for a second and adds, " Robin, are we friends?"

"Mar…"

"Robin. Are we?"

"Of course."

"So, talk to me."

"What do you want me to talk?"

"What's been obvious for days. What makes me so angry. What is impossible for me to understand. But, please, talk to me."

"I'm sorry. I know I should've."

"But you didn't. What you forgot is that you can't lie to me. Specially about something that's not hidden."

She takes the pan out of the fire and looks deeply into his eyes.

"Alright. Do you want to take a sit with me?"

"Of course."

Robin guides her to a branch. A little beyond the camp. A branch on the ground, one that he used to talk to Regina.

"I don't know what to do or what to tell you. Really…"

"Then start by answering me… Is it really true that you and the Evil Queen… Is she even capable of love?"

"Yes, it is. And yes she does."

"When did you meet her?"

"There was a missing year that was erased from out minds… but we have the memories back now. Nonetheless we only started… we only… well, it was here in Storybrooke. As for her. She changed, this world changed her, her son brought the best out of her and she's Regina now, not the Evil Queen."

"Do you know how much it hurts to hear you talking about someone like this? The person who killed me?"

"I know."

"You don't love me anymore, do you?"

"I do, Marian. I always will. I vowed to be at your side and here I am."

"Please, Robin, don't lie to me. It's been hard enough to deal with the adjustments and my son that doesn't know me. I need you right now."

"I do love you. But no, I don't love you as before."

"Do you love her?"

The words cut right through him and he knows that right now he's destroying these two women's lives.

"I do."

"Why then, didn't you say anything to me all of this time? Why are you here? I hate here. For what she's done, for who she is, but mostly for earning your heart."

"I… It's hard. I made my vowels to you and…"

"And you needed to keep your honor… your word."

"I promised you I would be with you."

"But you aren't. You can't fool me, Robin. You're my friend and I've known you for way too long. You're not keeping your promise by staying with me forced by a vowel."

"I do care about you."

"You have to fix this."

He tries to look at her, but she's hurting and her eyes are facing forward. He reaches for her hand and she takes it back.

"That day in the diner… I couldn't believe. The moment you reached for her arm, the way you looked at her… that everyone did. I was so angry. But it was worse, when we came home and you started to live as if I didn't know that happened."

"I'm sorry, I never meant to…"

She looks at him and leaves back to camp.


I promise I'll work harder on the next chapter. Please leave a review or message me, whatever you prefer. Also, this was not beta-ed so, be nice.

- Carol