So, at first I didn't want to start here, but I guess it works better.

English still not my first language, please forgive any mistake.

Just a little recap, story happens just after Emma's return from the past, bringing back the lovely *cough* Marianne with her. (And I say Marianne because being French I do not like translating names. Who cares Robin Hood is actually British).

Many thanks to my beta-reader, MiniRyn. She's awesome (if you read non-sense it's her fault).

Disclaimer: I DUNNOT own neither OUaT nor Harry Potter. Merely have fun with their creations. None profit stuff. I swear.

Enjoy!

Chapter I.

She sat beneath her apple tree. It always seemed even to comfort her. Well, nearly enough. What would have been enough were Daniel's arms, but that was too dangerous thinking, she didn't want to go there. She couldn't even start to compare what she have had with Daniel; with what she had with Robin. She didn't have anything with Robin really. They kissed a few times, sure. They almost dated. She gave him her heart, and he gave it away, in order to save his son, alright, but still. This was nothing like Daniel. Daniel had loved her, and she had loved him; and nothing will ever change that. She didn't have the time to fall in love with Robin. Sure, her heart ached like crazy, but it was more because of what could have been instead of what really was. She wasn't mad because Emma ruined her chance at having a soul mate, she was mad because she didn't even had the chance to see where it was going. But it was too late, anyway, he had his wife back, the mother of his child, and it was all that mattered.

She sighed, deeply. She wanted to do something, anything, just to make the pain stop. It wasn't as bad as when she'd lost her son to the curse, but still, she wanted to go numb. Or feel something else but despair and sadness, for that matter. She'd rather feel anger, rage, but she couldn't even master that. She was tired, oh so tired, of everything. Of trying and getting nothing in return, of trying to change and yet be screwed over another time. She was tired of opening her heart just to have it broken once again. She was tired to feel anything, really; she'd rather go to sleep. Well; she'd almost did that, the last time, and Robin … Robin was the one trying to stop her. Who would do that now? Her son? He was having too much fun with her mother being in the book. That bloody book. It was her doom, first it took away her son, making him hate her, and now it was taking her only chance at happiness as well.

She wondered who the hell was so mad at her that she could not be happy for at least a minute. Of course, some of that was because she didn't let herself be happy. Can you blame her? After having every single joy in her life ripped away at any given time, it's hard to have faith in the world. But she tried, lately, she really tried. Did that mean nothing at all? Seemed like it didn't. And she was tired of trying, and she just wanted to stop everything now. It wouldn't be hard. Who would miss her? Robin? He had his wife. Henry? Yes, maybe Henry. If he really did he would wake her up. Then she'd know, know there is only him; and she would give up on everything else in a second.

Distractedly, carelessly even, she manipulated the little pin she made so many weeks ago in the Enchanted Forest. The fight with her sister had made her live, made her fight, struggle, but now there was no one left to bring the spirit back. Why bother, anyway. She would see everyday her soul mate with that peasant, and her heart would continue cracking just a little bit more. She just needed to stop it, before it became even more unbearable. Just a little pinch, get the needle inside her skin, and she would be left alone, with only her regrets to haunt her. She didn't want that, really, but maybe she deserved it; maybe that was what was waiting for her all along. Just a … little ... pinch.

"Regina, I …" The voice came from the edge of her backyard, and the former Queen made the needle instantly disappear. She scowled. Who interrupted her, again? "I saw what happened at the … at the diner." The voice was hesitant, and lost in the shadows.

The brunette sighed heavily, and turned her head towards the nuisance, biting the inside of her cheek. No need to get murderous now, it's not like it would do her any favours. "And what happened, I wonder?" She kept her tone neutral, despite the great despair her words had created, again.

"Well, Emma-" The older woman hissed at the words, and turned her head away.

"Try to be a good dog, go back to your masters." She replied, voice biting. The werewolf flinched, considering doing just that indeed.

"What was that in your hand?" She asked, nonetheless. She stepped forward, getting in the deem light of the moon.

"None of your business." Came the curt reply, though lacking its previous bite. She sighed once again, folding her hands neatly on her lap. "Please go away, Miss Lucas."

The younger woman didn't, and took another step, getting closer of the tree. "I can't do that, see, I came here to steal one of those apples, I can't leave before I do." She tried, a small smile gracing her lips. For once, the former Mayor was glad for the change of subject, and she turned once again, settling her stare into those intense brow eyes. Too intense, perhaps.

"So it's you who's been depriving me of my fruits." She said quietly, though a small smile of her own appeared on her painted lips.

The other girl just nodded, and finally settled next to the older woman, sitting on the edge of the bench. She was afraid to overstep a little, knowing the Queen's temper, but she didn't want to leave her alone; not again. God knew how bad it all went last time. "She's an idiot, you know."

Regina didn't ask who; she just knew. She knew, and that made her shudder. An idiot who cost her everything; again. "Why are you here, Ruby?" She wondered, looking at her with curiosity. For once, she called her by her name, and that made Red beam, just for a second. Her name sounded nice in those lips.

"I didn't want you to be alone." She replied with a small voice, afraid of her admittance. She could already see the other woman's walls closing, getting back up faster than she thought possible. The Queen stiffened next to her, but didn't answer. "I … I'm sorry."

"What for?" Her voice was as neutral as ever, because she didn't want to care. She wanted the werewolf to go, to leave her alone in her misery. She wasn't use to someone caring. Since when did the werewolf care, anyway? Wasn't she Snow's best friend?

"I don't know. Everything. I'm sorry about what happened to you, about people letting you down over and over again." She blurted, stopping perhaps a little to late. Next to her, the woman rose to her feet, angry, staring down on her, jaws clenched.

"You have no idea what you're talking about, wolf." She spoke coldly, already taking a step back.

"No, you're right, I don't. It doesn't mean … It doesn't mean I don't … care." She said it, she said the word, and she didn't even know why. She hated the woman. She tracked her best friend for years, trying to kill her. How could she care?

The former Mayor was paralysed. She was staring at Ruby, or gaping at her, and she bit the inside of her cheek once again. She couldn't care. She was lying, of course she was. She just couldn't care. Nobody cared about her, ever. Daniel did, and he died. Her father, as coward as he was, did, but she killed him. No one cared. "Goodnight, Miss Lucas." It was too much, and she couldn't handle it, so she bolted. Her legs couldn't carry her fast enough, and soon she was in her house, closing the back door behind her — not that she thought Ruby would follow her. She walked up the stares in a daze, and got to her room, undressing. She didn't even care about folding the cloths, letting them fall ungracefully on the floor. She slipped under the covers, and forcing her mind blank, was fast asleep.

The werewolf stayed in the backyard for a long time, after she'd left. She watched every light got out one after the other. She watched as the moon was setting. She watched as the sun appeared, and the stars faded in the sky. She watched until she finally couldn't anymore, and so she got up, and changed. She needed to run, she needed to forget the despair she had seen in the other woman's eyes, the pain, the heartbreak. That's when she realized she cared, when she saw the whirlwind of emotions in those beautiful brown eyes. She realized she didn't want the former Queen to feel like this ever again. She wanted to protect her, though she didn't quite understand why. Like it mattered. She'd be there for her, whether she wanted it or not.

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