Regina closed the bedroom door behind her and leaned against it, inhaling and exhaling deeply as she ran her hand across her hair, attempting to calm herself. The idea of Robin and Roland being in her house, around her, around her family, around her things, was a frightening and yet exhilarating prospect. She closed her eyes in frustration and sighed. She felt so calm and so protected when he was around, and this terrified her. There was something so natural about his presence with her, in her home, with her son. Something so familiar and comfortable, it was almost domestic. She considered how ironic it was that she was feeling uneasy about how easy this was, and how natural it felt. But when the moments of comfort and calmness had passed, Regina found herself feeling afraid once more. Afraid of allowing him into her life, and even more terrified of permitting herself to enter his. She closed her eyes and rubbed her head tiredly. What was she doing?

With the complexity of her thoughts Regina found her head aching, the healing wound burning painfully upon her skin. She pressed her palm to the side of her head and sighed, before lowering her hand and pushing herself away from the door, as she ambled tiredly towards her closet. In a few minutes she shed her bloodied and torn clothing, and replaced them with a pair of black leggings and oversized crimson blouse. She sat at her dressing table and applied some foundation, eye make-up and deep red lipstick, before untying her plaits, removing the clips and running her fingers through her hair, allowing the dark waves to tumble down over her shoulders. She looked into the mirror before her and smiled in satisfaction. She was feeling better already.

She slowly rose to her feet and made her way out of the bedroom, walking confidently down the corridor and towards the living room, where she was met with two pairs of inquisitive eyes. Henry and Roland both looked up at her, her son smiling in relief at how much more 'normal' she appeared, before edging over on the couch and indicating for him to sit down. She assented, sitting beside her son and watching as he ate his lunch hungrily.

"That looks good" she commented, as turned towards her.

"Mr Locksley made it" he responded between bites, and Regina nodded in understanding.

"Indeed" she returned gently, turning her attention towards Roland, who was easting hungrily.

Regina turned around and searched the rooms curiously for Robin, who she quickly found standing over the stove, stirring a small saucepan which he quickly removed. She rose her eyebrows curiously before Henry's voice called her towards him, and he began telling her about the film he and Roland were about to watch.

"Can you watch it with us, mom?" he asked.

"Of course, dear" she replied with a smile, running her hand lightly across his cheek as she spoke.

Regina wanted nothing more than to spend time with her son, and considering that she was practically being held under lock and key, she doubted that she would be permitted to do anything more strenuous than watching a film. And although she would never admit it, her head was throbbing and she still felt dizzy when she stood, and so the idea of spending the rest of the day on the couch was nothing short of heaven. As she turned towards the screen as her son played the film, she heard footsteps approaching her from behind, and before she could turn around she heard Robin's gentle voice as he moved towards her.

"Regina" he began gently, causing her to turn towards him as he walked around the couch and stood before her. Her eyes met his for a moment before drifting towards his hands, staring at the items he held with a look of confusion. "It's vegetable soup" Robin began, slightly amused by the perplexed expression on her face. "I assume you recognise it, it was in your kitchen."

"Of course" she returned gently, eyeing it suspiciously before turning towards him, her tone softening. "Thank you, but I… I don't quite feel up to eating right now."

"I understand" Robin assured her. "But you need to keep your strength up" he continued gently. "And the painkillers Dr Whale gave you shouldn't be taken with an empty stomach".

Regina stared at the steaming bowl of soup in his hands, which smelled absolutely delicious, and ignited a hunger inside her which she did not realise was present. She pressed her lips together and stared at the bowl in his hands, before nodding once and looking up at him.

"Fine" she stated in a low tone, accepting the bowl and spoon from him. "Thank you" she returned, as he placed a folded tea towel on her lap and a small plate of lightly buttered crusty bread on the arm of the chair beside her. Upon the plate he balanced a small glass of water, which he removed and placed on the arm of the chair. He also put down a strip of the painkillers Whale had given him for her.

"You're quite welcome" he returned, their eyes meeting as she looked up at him, causing her heart to swell within her chest. "I'll get you something to drink, too. What would you like?" he asked politely.

Regina's lips parted slightly as she considered his question, adjusting her hold on the hot soup as she did so.

"Could I have some raspberry tea, please?" she asked, earning a nod from Robin. "It's in the cupboard just to the left above the sink."

"Of course" he replied, before turning on the spot and heading back towards the kitchen.

Regina reached for the pills and popped two, swallowing them with a small sip of water. She then looked down at the soup before her and began to eat it slowly. She quickly realised how hungry she was, and tore chunks off the bread beside her and dunked it into the delicious, thick soup, which both warmed and soothed her. By the time Robin returned with her tea she had eaten the majority of the soup. Robin did not say a word, and simply placed her hot tea on a coaster on the table before her, which he dragged forward slightly so that she could reach it with minimal effort. Regina was unaccustomed to such kindness and consideration, and thanked him once more.

Robin returned to the kitchen and began to clean up, casting covert glances towards Regina and the children as he worked. In the ten minutes or so it took him to clean the kitchen and put everything back where he found it, he noticed Regina's head slowly drifting down the couch. He draped the tea towel across the back of one of the chairs beside the breakfast bar, before making his way towards her. As he reached her side, Henry looked up at him, removing the empty bowl of soup and plate from Regina's lap and placing it on the table. She moaned lightly in response, before turning her head to the side and opening her eyes.

"Sorry" she mumbled, easing herself into a sitting position.

"You have nothing to apologise for" Robin returned pleasantly, as he reached for the bowl and plate. "Would you be more comfortable in bed?"

"Bed" Regina repeated confusedly. Robin and Henry stared at her for a moment, as she pressed her hands to the sides of the couch and began to rise. "I need to make up the spare room for you-"

"Mom-"

"Regina, it's fine" Robin stated reassuringly, putting the bowl and plate back upon the table and stepping towards her, placing his hand gently upon her shoulder as she looked up at him with confusion. "Don't worry about the room, I'm sure Henry can show me where it is later" he continued kindly. Regina lowered her gaze from him and stared towards the corridor.

"I'll need to change the sheets, and-"

"Regina" Robin stated, his tone calm but insistent. "Roland and I camped out in the woods last night" he stated simply, watching as Regina frowned at him with confusion, "which I presume you worked out, noting how I 'smelled of forest'" he teased, watching as Regina sighed lightly in response. "I'm sure we can cope with making the bed later this evening" he stated, before indicating towards the couch. "Please."

"Mom" Henry stated, placing his hand in hers and tugging her towards him.

Regina sighed in defeat and complied, easing herself back onto the couch as Robin carries the bowl and plate into the kitchen. She hears running water shortly afterwards, and before Robin can return her eyes are closed once more, sleep claiming her.

It's dim when Regina wakes next, her eyes flickering open slowly, finding herself watching another film in the series that her son had begun playing during the afternoon. Her hand is in her lap, her fingers moving across soft fabric, which seems out of place. She looks down and finds that the blanket that had been wrapped across her in her bedroom was now draped over her legs. Her heart beats slightly faster in her chest as she runs her fingers along the soft material; she knows precisely who put it there. Regina feels a weight against her right arm, and turns to find Henry leaning against her, one arm across her waist, his eyes staring at the screen before him. A small smile played on her lips as she ran her hand through his hair, causing him to turn slowly towards her. She feels his hand move across her waist as he looks up at her, a kind smile upon his face.

"You fell asleep again" he smiled, holding her tightly.

"I did" she replied, bending down towards him and placing a gentle kiss upon his forehead.

Regina sighed lightly as she continued running her hand soothingly across his head, leaning against her son and slowly closing her eyes once more, before the sound of approaching footsteps caused her to turn towards the corridor.

Robin was walking towards the room and, upon noticing her turn towards him, smiled a kind and genuine smile.

"You're awake" he declared gently.

"It would seem so" she replied gently, looking up at him with interest. "Is everything okay?"

"Absolutely" he returned, as he walked past her and towards the other side of the couch, where Regina noticed a sleeping Roland lay entwined with a blanket. "With all the excitement of the day, I fear Roland could no longer stay awake" he stated in a low, hushed tone, as he scooped his son up in his arms and carried him across the room.

"What time is it?" Regina asked.

"Just after six" Robin returned.

"What?" she asked, sitting up straighter, her eyes narrowing in confusion. Robin chuckled.

"You clearly needed your rest" he replied, adjusting his hold on Roland as he spoke. "How are you feeling?"

Regina considered the question for a moment, and found herself aware that she felt revitalised following her sleep. Her head was still painful but not quite as bad as before, and her knee was slightly sore too. But really, she felt much improved; physically, that is. She still found herself plagued by gaps in her memory from the accident, which she hoped would soon be filled. As she tried to concentrate on the incident in question, her head began to ache once more, causing her to wince.

"I'm fine, I just… my head's a little sore" she stated dismissively, knowing that lying was pointless.

"You are due to take some more of your painkillers" Robin returned in a gentle, caring tone. "I'll just lie Roland down and then get you some water."

"I'll do it" stated Henry, who Regina hadn't even been aware was listening. Before she could react he sprung from the sofa and picked up her glass, carrying it towards the kitchen.

"Thank you" she stated, before turning back towards Robin. "Did you find the room okay? Do you have everything you need?"

"Everything's fine, thank you" he assured her. "Henry has been a great help."

"I'm sure he has" she responded warmly, her gaze returning to the approaching figure of her son, who handed her the water and strip of tablets. "Thank you, dear." He smiled in response, before quickly taking up his seat beside her.

"I'll be right back" Robin stated, before carrying his son down the corridor and towards one of the guest rooms.

"Thank you, Henry" Regina stated, running her hand through his hair as they leaned into each other. "You've been so brave today, and you really helped me when I had my accident" she continued, watching as Henry looked up at her. "You're my hero" she whispered, placing a kiss upon his forehead. Henry laughed in response.

"Mom" he chuckled in protest, as she leaned against him and allowed her eyes to drift shut once more.

"I mean it, sweetheart" she stated sincerely, causing her son to turn towards her once more. "I'm sorry if I scared you." Henry gave her a tight smile.

"It wasn't your fault" he stated, increasing his hold upon her and leaning against her. "I'm just glad you're okay." Regina smiled at the comment, drawing her closer to him, as she closed her eyes once more.

The next thing Regina remembered was the feeling of being lifted into the air, her body pressed against Robin, as he carried her carefully to her room. She remained still and silent as the door creaked open, humming lightly against him as he pushed the duvet apart and lowered her onto the mattress. She sighed and muttered something inaudible as the covers were drawn over her and the light beside her switched off. She felt her hair drawn gently from her eyes as she leaned into the pillow, the scent of him on her clothes and skin, soothing her back to sleep in seconds.

"Goodnight, Regina" he whispered, before the sound of footsteps and the closing of the door announced his departure.

The early morning light shone through the window and danced upon her face, warming her skin as she slowly began to open her eyes. Regina sat up in bed with a start, staring around her in confusion as she tried to remember how she got there. It took her mere seconds to recall the feeling of safety and comfort she experienced whilst in Robin's arms as he carried her to her room. As she considered this she found herself remembering being held against his chest as he ran, his voice calling her name, her head pounding, burning, her body cold. She could hear the gravel beneath his feet so clearly that she found herself glancing around the room and turning towards the door. She exhaled deeply and placed her head in her hands, as the persistent dull ache returned to her. She turned towards the bedside table to check the time, and was surprised to find that it was just after six in the morning. She blinked away her confusion and placed one hand upon her aching head, her eyes befalling the now full glass of water and a silver metallic strip beside it: her painkillers. Regina's expression softened and a grateful smile played upon her lips, as she reached for the tablets and took two more with a few sips of water. Regina took a few minutes to collect herself and gather her thoughts, before slowly easing herself out of bed and heading towards her bathroom, turning on the shower and closing the door behind her.

Thirty minutes later Regina emerged from her bedroom calm and refreshed, the shower having made her feel much better. She'd washed her hair, redressed her wound, applied some make up and got dressed. She felt cleaner and more awake, and the dizziness which plagued her the day before was barely noticeable, and she walked with ease towards the kitchen. She turned on the lights in the living area and looked around, for some reason finding herself unsurprised that everything was perfectly in place, as she made her way towards the kitchen. She ran her fingers along the work surface before pausing beside the sink, pouring herself a glass of water and taking several sips, and finding herself feeling more alert than before. Since waking up that morning she had been considering the kindness of Robin Locksley, who had shown her such care when he was looking after her. She sighed at the thought, exasperated. The idea of her being 'looked after' by anyone made her feel incredibly uneasy and uncomfortable; she didn't like to appear weak or in need of rescuing, she was highly independent and capable, she did not need help. Almost never she corrected, placing the glass on the worktop with a sigh. And whilst she would normally resist people's attempts to assist her, viewing them as unnecessary and intrusive, she found herself feeling the complete opposite with Robin. He was kind and compassionate, but not in an oppressive or overwhelming way; he was kind, gentle and considerate, mindful of her needs and respectful of her flaws. Guilt and fear overwhelmed her at the thought, and the realisation that his presence with her, in the sanctity of her home, was not something she resented or wished to pass quickly at all; it was something she quite… liked. Regina blinked herself from her stupidity once more, before drumming her fingers on the counter as she tried to figure out what to do. As Regina stood in a comfortable and reflective silence, she found herself realising how powerless she felt, how out of control. She stopped drumming her fingers upon the table and headed towards the large fridge freezer, opening it wide and staring at the contents. She may not be able to convince herself that she was fine and capable and perfectly in control, but perhaps if she could convince others that would be a start.

Twenty minutes later Robin rubbed his eyes tiredly with one hand, before easing himself out of his bed and standing unsteadily upon the ground. He'd woken up each hour to check on Regina, and as a result of the broken sleep he found himself feeling exhausted. He turned towards the single bed beneath the window and smiled at his son's sleeping form, safely tucked away beneath the warm sheets. Robin's eyes softened at the image, as he reached down towards his backpack, which one of the grooms, Pinocchio, had very kindly brought to Regina's apartment, having found it in the woods. This had allowed him and Roland to change into more appropriate night clothes, and the dark tracksuit bottoms and white shirt he was wearing were very comfortable. He rooted through the bag and found some toiletries, which he carried into the en suite, brushing his teeth before turning off the light and leaving the room.

Robin walked down the corridor towards Regina's room and was surprised to find the door partially open. He took a few steps forwards and pushed it open further, noticing that Regina's bed had been made, but there was no sign of her in the room. The door to her bathroom was open, indicating that she was not in there, and the pills were missing from her bedside counter. He stood up tall and walked down the corridor, his eyes narrowing in confusion as he headed towards the living room, relief washing over him at the sight before him.

"Regina" he called lightly, prompting her to turn around immediately.

Regina was standing in the kitchen cooking pancakes, which were presumably to be served with the generous breakfast she had already prepared. Robin walked through the living area and towards the kitchen, noticing the array of freshly cooked breakfast foods, cereal, fruit and juice which were upon the breakfast bar. Small stacks of plates, bowls and glasses adorned the table, as well as cutlery and napkins. Robin turned from the delicious feast to Regina, who was plated up pancakes. She was dressed in black leggings and an oversized black jumper, her hair loose, her make up freshly applied. As she moved around the kitchen effortlessly she appeared to be the picture of perfect health.

"Good morning" she smiled politely, placing the plate of pancakes upon the breakfast bar.

"How are you feeling?" he asked gently, his eyes not leaving her face. She looked up towards him instantly.

"Embarrassed" she confessed, causing Robin to narrow his eyes in confusion. Regina stood confidently behind the breakfast bar and looked up at him with a determined yet apologetic expression. "I am so sorry for dragging you into this, and for ruining your weekend" she stated. "I wasn't really… myself yesterday" she stated, watching as Robin watched her with an unreadable expression, considering her words beneath his patient gaze. "I shouldn't have allowed Whale to force you and Roland to stay here" she added sincerely, guilt present in her tone, as her she gestured towards the food before her. "So I wanted to cook you both a nice breakfast, as a thank you" she smiled, placing her hand upon her chest. "But then I realised that I didn't know what you liked, so…"

"That's so kind of you Regina, thank you, but you didn't have to do all this" he smiled, his voice soft and warm, causing Regina's defiant heart to swell. "And for the record, your guilt is unwarranted" he stated resolutely, watching as Regina considered him warily. "I stayed because it was the right thing to do, and because I wanted to" he continued, his eyes meeting hers, causing her breath to hitch in her throat. "And you have most certainly not ruined our weekend" he added, taking a step closer to the breakfast bar and staring straight into Regina's eyes. " You have absolutely nothing to apologise for" he stated sincerely, his tone low and gentle. Regina felt a strange fluttering sensation in her stomach, before removing her eyes from his alluring gaze. Robin senses that she's nervous and seeks to reassure her. "Regina-"

"Breakfast!" called the excited voice of Roland who, after appearing in the archway which led into the living area, came bounding towards the kitchen. Regina could not help but smile.

"Roland, please" Robin chuckled. "Where are your manners?" he asked, lifting his son into his arms, before sitting him down at the breakfast bar. "Now, what do you say to Principal Mills for preparing us such a glorious feast?" Robin asked.

"Thank you" Roland beamed.

"You are very welcome" Regina smiled. "Are you hungry?" Roland nodded enthusiastically in response. "What can I get you?"

"Mom?" came the tired voice of Henry, who was rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the kitchen. "What's going on?"

"Breakfast" she declared, watching as he tiredly ambled towards the kitchen. "Take a seat, dear" she stated gently, watching as he pulled out a chair and sat beside Roland. "Help yourself" she smiled, before turning her attention to Robin, who assisted Roland with his breakfast before looking up at her with a look of concern. Something was bothering her, she was upset, and clearly trying to hide it. He wish that he knew why.

The next hour or so was spent very comfortably by Regina and Henry and their guests. After breakfast Regina and Robin tidied up, with the principal expertly avoiding the subject of what was troubling hers, which her guest respected Robin and Roland then showered and dressed just as Dr Whale returned, spending some time with Regina and checking her injury which he redressed, despite her having already done so earlier that morning. Shortly before 8am there was a knock at the door which Regina answered, opening the door to a rather concerned and confused looking Tink, who walked quickly into the apartment and placed her hand on her friend's arms, staring up at her and focusing on her injury.

"Tink, what is it?" Regina asked with confusion.

"Why didn't you tell me?" she countered, as Roland and Henry looked towards her with confusion. Regina closed the door and led Tink towards the kitchen.

"Tink, I-"

"You were thrown from your horse and knocked unconscious, Regina!" she stated.

"I'm well aware" Regina returned. "Who told you?"

"Whale. Of course."

"Of course" Regina sighed, crossing her arms before her and raising her eyebrows. "So much for doctor patient confidentiality" she muttered. Tink sighed, exasperated.

"What matters, Regina, is that you didn't tell me" Tink stated in a low, gentle voice, her hands rubbing Regina's arms comfortingly. "You're my closest friend and you were seriously injured" she stated, causing Regina to turn towards her with a guilty expression. "Why wouldn't you tell me?"

Regina swallowed hard and inhaled deeply, conscious of the fact that Robin was watching them from across the room, despite attempting to distract himself by drying the already dried up dishes.

"I didn't want to worry you" Regina confessed, as Tink looked up at her sadly. "I knew how much work you had to do on the art display-"

"Screw the display" Tink stated haughtily. "You matter, Regina" she stated in a low, sincere tone. "You do. You really do." Robin watched as Regina held Tink's gaze and bit her lip, before turning to the side and crossing her arms tighter across her chest.

"Roland" Robin called, providing Regina with a welcome distraction. "Principal Mills' friend is here, so I think it's time we go home" he stated, which was met with a sigh from his son. "We wouldn't wish to overstay our welcome" he continued kindly, as his son ran towards the spare room.

Robin placed the tea towel over a nearby chair and made his way towards Regina.

"Robin…" she began, looking up at him with concern.

"It's alright" he stated kindly, offering her a reassuring smile. It was clear that Regina needed to talk, and Tink seemed like the best person to get her to open up. "I should be getting the little scamp back before he destroys your beautiful home" he smiled. Regina relaxed slightly and looked at him with a warm expression. "And it would appear that we are leaving you in very capable hands."

"Thank you so much" she stated sincerely, a professional edge present in her tone. "For everything." At that moment Roland came running towards them, handing his father his backpack and putting on his own.

"It was my pleasure" Robin assured her, before turning his attention towards his son.

"Bye bye Principal Mills" Roland smiled, before running straight towards her and wrapping his arms around her legs.

"Roland, careful" Robin stated gently, mindful of Regina's injuries.

"It's okay" Regina chuckled. "I'll see you soon, sweetheart." Roland nodded in agreement, before taking his father's hand. Robin bade farewell to Regina and Tink before leaving the apartment, closing the door firmly behind him.

Regina watched as Robin walked from the apartment, and suddenly all the guilt and fear she has been bottling up for the past twenty four hours (and longer) comes rushing back. Tink turns towards her and finds herself staring at the pale woman before her, whose haunted eyes are brimming with tears. Tink's mouth opens slightly and her eyes narrow in confusion, before realisation suddenly hits her.

"Henry" Tink called, taking a few steps towards the couch as Regina turned to face the kitchen. "How about you go and find those books you were telling me about on Friday, hm?" she began. "And the films too? We'll make a day of it."

"Sure" Henry smiled, easing himself off the couch and heading towards his room.

Tink turned around and headed back towards Regina, who was brushing some stray tears from her face, and inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm herself.

"Hey" stated Tink gently, placing her hand upon Regina's back and encouraging her towards her. "What's wrong?"

Regina turned around a faced Tink with a tearful and frightened expression, shaking her head once and inhaling shakily as she turned towards her.

"I don't know what to do" she choked, putting her hand across her mouth to stifle her sobs, as Tink pulled her into a warm embrace.