Regina's POV

I think it is about midday when everybody decides to take a bit of a break. We've been going a solid two days trying to patch things together for the people of Storybrooke neé Enchanted Forest.

Oh and another thing I wish I could've taken with me, a watch. An honest to god analog ticking watch. Something to help myself mark time. But then again, what's the point, it's not like I can cross off the days until I see Henry again.

I could cut the tension at this ramshackle camp/town with a knife. I've had the vibe that the so called "Merry Men" didn't really want us here in the first place.

I played this game long enough to know when I've overstayed my welcome. I think it's safe to say, we're just about to cross that line. Unfortunately dumb and dumber don't have as keen a sense as I do.

As usual I'll end up having to tell them, which makes me think I should do it sooner than later, otherwise I could spend all day conjuring up the different arguments I'd get from them.

There's something in me though that doesn't seem to want to let go. I have a dreading suspicion that it has to do with Robin and Roland.

I can't get them out of my head. I would have no qualms leaving this hovel today, this minute. There is nothing tying me to this place. Nothing, except a thief and a little boy.

I must be suffering a nervous breakdown. I mean I only met them a couple of days ago. The only explanation I can come up with for how I'm feeling is mental instability due to the loss of my son.

I must have looked very perplexed in my thoughts because I am soon interrupted by none other than the sly smirker himself.

"And what could have her majesty in such a state of worry this early in the day, that's a late to almost ghastly late frown of a face my dear, I wouldn't dare let that grace my face until at least 8 o'clock" he chides gently.

I shake my headed slightly as if to rid myself of my thoughts. He actually looks genuinely concerned, which in turn throws me for a loop.

Why must he be so disarming. I always come too close to actually telling him what I mean. It's a revelation.

"Oh nothing… and everything I guess" I reply, I feel like that is almost too genuine do I quickly throw in,

"Not that it's any of your business, thief" There, I smile to myself, let him deal with that for a while.

"I did not mean to offend you m'lady. I honestly believe that sometimes a stranger can be most beneficial in the department of baggage dumping. That's all, no harm no foul" He spits, a little too quickly to seem nonchalant.

I am taken a bit aback. It almost seems that he is hurt that I am not going to share my deep dark secrets with him.

The nerve of him. I've known him for all of 5 seconds and he thinks he has some kind of hand holding secret sharing bond with me… we think again thief.

I can't even trust the people I trust with my secrets. Sometimes I think I can't even trust myself.

"I'm sorry" I say before I can help it. I realize as I'm saying that, I can't even remember that last time I ever apologized to anyone of my own volition except Henry.

He is halfway down the little path I'd made for myself near the stream and a large willow tree where I'd been hiding out when he looks back and stopped at my reverie.

I stand up and begin to untangle myself from the vines and leaves and various forms of dirt around me when my foot gets caught in one of the roots and I am flung full throttle towards the stream.

I brace myself for the inevitable crash of cold water but instead of icy cold, I feel warm, and strong and protected.

I realize before it's too late that it is Robin who has come to my rescue again… typical. This time though, it's different.

I feel his warm arms wrap around my torso and pull me towards his chest and away from the stream. He feels so strong. For a second I feel so safe.

I fall on top of him slightly, my back is pressed up against his chest. My hair is spread out all over him too no doubt. Our legs are a mess and tangled in each other's.

"urogh" he grunts as we hit the forest floor. That snaps me out of my head.

I turn quickly to asses the damage and realize that turning so I was now chest to chest with him was probably not the smartest move.

I lie frozen for a minute, just drinking him in. I should not feel like this, I should not feel like this I chant to myself.

Get it together Mills. You are one of the most feared villains in all the lands, you can't be brought down by a single ragamuffin thief in the forest.

You're a bitch, you're a badass bitch who fights with Rumplestiltskin and throws fireballs and rips people's hearts out.

I do not get all mushy. I do not do mushy. Yep this is definitely a mental breakdown.

"Excuse me" I say quietly. I get up as daintily as I can and "poof" myself out of there before he can get a word in edgewise.

I reappear inside my tent. I bring my hands to my face and lie myself down on my bed.

What am I doing. What is going on. How is this my life right now?

I am awoken to the faint sounds of giggling. This confuses me greatly. Not only because I don't usually hear a lot of giggling in my everyday life, but because I can't surmise why anybody would have cause to laugh at me.

I open one eye and see not surprisingly that it's Roland.

My actions seem to really amuse him because his giggling volume increases/

"And to what do I owe to pleasure of your company Roland?" I yawn, as I stretch and sit up.

"Well, He wasn't really supposed to be here, but I wanted to check on you and he wanted to be with me, but I wanted to be with you, so it's simple maths is all when you get down to it really"

My head head whips to the side and my eyes grow wide in fright and embarrassment. Shit. Why does he have to be here.

People in the Enchanted Forest really need to learn a lesson or two about personal space.

"Math you say" I smirk, in the most snide way I can after being so startled.

"Yep, twas but a simple equation" he grins and winks.

He's effing winking at me. The little shit. He knows exactly what he's doing.

Well game on monsieur, game on.

I'm just about to launch into another verbal assault when I hear yelling and screaming outside the tent. Then I hear the tell tale screech of the flying monkey. This time it seems, it brought s couple of friends.

"Quick," Robins says and offers me his hand, " Follow me".

He grabs Roland in one hand and mine in the other and then we're just running.

But he's holding my hand… so… it's really not the worst situation I could be in.

Nevermind, oh shit I really lied about that. "ARghgh" I scream as one of those goddam creatures claws at me again.

The pain is too much. It's just too much.

"Regina!" I hear someone call in the distance.

All I can focus on though is that he let go of my hand.

Hi, so I plan to update as much as I can, which could mean everyday or every other day or just whenever an idea hits me. I plan to do some Robin POV soon so just so you can have a heads up as to where this is going... but yeah... Review would be appreciated! Thanks for reading!