Well well well, it's been a while since I've posted something here last - No, I'm not going to be writing one of my customary massive authors note here, just yet as this is only part 1 of today's surprises... to explain this OS however, this came from a post that I saw on Twitter by the lovely Taylor_Marisa , in which I promised that I would write. You can find the prompt in my pictures if you follow me at RuffledParasols on twitter but it is sadly a picture so I cannot put it here - however I will give you the jist of it. Basically, it was her heartbreaking thoughts on what this phone conversation between Robin and Regina will be like.

I have taken it word for word & you shall see it at the end! I do hope you enjoy & stay tuned for more coming today! MWAH!

p.s. all mistakes are my own. no beta'ing here... she's currently preoccupied with one of these said surprises! (;

Finally. She had it.

She wasn't even sure how long it had been. 2 months and 16 days.

But that didn't matter. Nothing did. She had a way to reach him now and that was all she cared about.

Though she couldn't seem to get herself to do anything about it.

She had been searching tirelessly, endlessly, for the past few weeks, trying to find something - anything!- that she could use to contact him to no avail. Now that she had it though, and a phone number no less, she couldn't seem to get her body under control enough to pick up the phone as dial.

She was frozen.

Regina let out a shaky breath. She didn't know what she was so scared of.

Sure, it had been a little bit of time - 2 months and 16 days - since she'd seen him last, and not once in that time had she heard from him.

She knew that, on her end at least, she had been doing everything possible to find a way to locate him outside the wall from inside her little bubble of a town, but she was hitting barrier after barrier due to the invisible magical shield that was surrounding them, keeping her in and him out.

That didn't change the fact though that she had never received one word from him in the time.

She knew he had had her number. She knew it because he had called her repeatedly every night whilst he had lived in the town.

She had been the one to get him the phone in the first place, educating him on what the little talking object was and teaching him how to use it.

There was one night that she remembered, where he had gotten so frustrated because he kept forgetting the password that they had set to open his phone; so instead of borrowing someone else's, at 2 am there had been a knock on her door and she had opened it to find him, out of breath, standing there unannounced, handing the little device over to her and saying 'fix it' for he 'couldn't make it work,' because apparently it needed her 'magical touch to unlock it.'

She had smiled profusely when she had reminded him that they had set it up so that he could just rest him thumb on the home button and let it scan his print to unlock it. Robin, on the other hand, hadn't seemed to find her quick answer so amusing. He had immediately cast his hands up in the air before throwing them back down, grabbing her by the hips, and making her gasp as he pulled her roughly against him, crashing his lips to hers in a passionate embrace.

Had he forgotten about her so quickly?

She sighed, letting her eyes squeeze shut as she felt the stinging behind her lids signaling oncoming tears.

No. She knew he couldn't have. Something must have happened to make him unable to reach her.

There was too much between them.

The night that Marian had arrived she could remember his face.

She remembered how he had gone from shocked to flabbergasted to incandescently happy to see his long dead wife reappear, living and breathing, right in front of him. He had ran to her, leaving her side and pulling Marian into a fervent hug.

She remembered it all so well because she could still feel the pain that had rocketed throughout her body when she thought about it. It had ricocheted off of every nerve ending, prodding like a blunt knife had been thrust into her chest, gutting a wrenching through her skin and bone, but never quite hitting hard enough to pierce through her heart and kill her.

She had felt a chink of her armor break off the moment that she saw the other woman's tears of happiness rolling down her cheeks as she watched her being embraced by the man she loved. And when Roland had called her 'Mama' in his innocent little voice, she felt her whole suit break apart and come crumbling down and that was when she knew how far she had fallen for him.

But Robin had chosen her.

It had only taken him a minute to realize what he had done, and the moment he did he immediately broke away, ending the embrace and turning in frantic search of her eyes. The moment they both connected, dark brown meeting ocean blue, she knew that he hadn't meant it.

He had just been so shocked he hadn't thought through it. She couldn't blame him.

If it had been Daniel in Marian's place she probably would have done the same thing too.

There was a time where she would have walked on hot coals in hell to be with him again.

But then Robin had come along.

Completely aggravating, bothersome, childlike and totally and completely the man for her.

She knew that she was in love with him, the moment that he had chosen her.

They hadn't needed to say it. She could just feel it coursing through her veins, raw and unbridled. With every look, every glance, every light brush of his hand against hers when they walked, she felt it double ten-fold. The way his fingers would wind through her hair as he kissed her and how they always seemed to find her hands, tangling together and intertwining without a thought making her heat up. She could still see the half crooked smile that he had reserved for her whenever they were alone lying together, gazing lovingly in one anothers' eyes.

She knew she couldn't forget about him, just as much as she was sure he couldn't forget about her.

She pulled the little slip of ripped paper out of her pocket, where she had zipped it up and sealed it the moment Emma had handed it to her, along with her phone from the other.

Her heart beat fluttered wildly in her chest. She hadn't even noticed that her hands were shaking uncontrollably until she tried to focus on the badly scribbled handwritting of the Savior. It reminded her of her son's handwriting when he was in first grade.

She snorted, clearing her throat before trying to focus again.

She dialed in the number, pausing for a moment before hitting the last digit and pressing 'call.'

Should she do this? Would he even want to talk to her?

He hadn't reached out to her in all this time.

Maybe, just maybe he had accepted his fate and let himself move on, forgetting about her and everything they had had together in the process.

She shook her head. No. No, she wouldn't take that for an answer. She could not face not knowing for another day.

Regina tightened her hold on the little phone that she had in her hands, hitting the 'call' button as quickly as she could before she could talk herself out of it again.

It took a second but then the little device was suddenly ringing. The call was going through! It was working!

She felt her heart now beating erratically in her chest, banging loudly against her ribcage like a hammer on a nail.

Would he pick up? Was he even there?

The seconds ticked away, ring after ring until finally, there was a faint 'click' as the ringing stopped and phone picked up.

Everything else faded.

She held her breath in fear that she might miss whatever was said on the otherside of the line.

There was a moment of silence, followed by a staticy pause and then she heard a voice.

"Hello? This is Robin."

Regina felt her heart stop.

It was him! It was really him!

Tears were beginning to prickle at the corners of her eyes and she squeezed them shut, forcing the deluge back.

She didn't feel like she could breath and yet she couldn't stop heaving at the same time. Her heart beat was spiking and she felt her breath coming out in heavy pants.

Squeezing her free hand together into a fist she tried to gain some control over her body.

When she was able enough to breath without fear of hyperventilating, she spoke. "-hi."

There was a beat of silence and she realized that he probably didn't hear her due to the fact that her voice was seemingly unable to project louder than a drop of water meeting the vast ocean at that moment.

"Hello?" She heard him say into the receiver.

Oh God. What if he hung up on her?!

Emma had said she only got one chance, one chance for that number to work before the magic that she had used to find it disappeared and it was lost to her again for forever.

She shook her head, clearing her throat loudly and willing herself to be strong as she tried again.

"Robin it's-" she began, but was cut off when she heard his sharp intake of breath before he breathed out.

"Regina."

there you have it, do hope you enjoyed! leave your comments, thoughts, criticisms and love, and if you have a prompt that you are dying to see written feel free to drop it off along with. I make no promises here, I do see them all but I cannot promise that I can finish them in a timely manner as I have a few fics I am working on at the moment - but you never know, some of your prompts blow me out of the water and re-fire me up again to write when I go through slumps! MWAH!

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