Argh, what are you doing to me? I promised myself that this was going to be a one shot. And then you guys asked so nicely… and followed… and then I sort of felt that I owed it to you to continue it… So yeah. I'm making this a two-shot (seriously. I'm ending it here) But I will add another fic that's going to contain John/Regina as friends. The insane part of me is starting to ship Little Queen because that would seriously mess with Robin's head… and I'm evil.

But thanks for the massive reaction on this fic (and my others by the way). This fandom is BEYOND awesome, you guys are amazing!

DISCLAIMER: Not mine.

Chapter 2

The pounding in her head was terrible – it felt as though someone had taken a sledgehammer to her head and Regina groaned as she attempted to open her eyes. It took her a while to realize that she was not in her bed, but on her couch and even longer to realize that her face was buried against a warm chest - which would have been fine, if it wasn't for the fact that this was definitely not Robin's chest.

She used her hands to steady herself on the chest and pushed up, shifting into a seated position. It took even longer for her to manage to open her eyes, and when she managed to do so her mouth fell open in shock upon the sight of the man on her couch.

"Little John?"

The man stirred and with that movement, the memories of the previous night came rushing back to her.

Robin and her, kissing on her living room floor, her giving herself – body, mind and soul, to Robin on her living room floor. Walking down the street with him and his son, holding Roland's hand. Being pulled in for a long, passionate kiss. Entering the diner, feeling like she wasn't alone and that she never would be again.

Having her heart shattered when his wife reappeared from the dead… It had been Little John who had followed her outside, who had convinced her to re-enter the diner and the two of them had taken to drinking every shooter on Granny's menu at least twice, before heading to The Rabbit Hole and continuing their excessive drinking there.

Her stomach churned at the memory and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, taking deep breaths. John moved as though in a haze and he sat up next to her with squinted eyes.

"How much did we drink last night?"

Regina leaned back against the couch and shook her head slowly.

"More than I thought Storybrooke had."

Her voice sounded raspy and she cleared her throat, shuddering as another wave of nausea travelled through her body. John frowned and looked at her with a tilted head.

"One question. Why am I here?"

Regina bit down on her lower lip and a frown settled between her own brows.

"I have… absolutely no idea. The last thing I remember… is going over to The Rabbit Hole and ordering something called a Green Vesper."

John nodded slowly and squinted as he tried to recall further memories.

"I remember that green fairy showing up… Tinker Bell. Maybe she remembers more?"

Regina stood and her hands shot out when she lost her balance. John caught her hands in his and held her wrists until she was steady. Regina gave him a curt smile as thanks and her hands moved to her jacket pockets, searching for her phone.

"I'll give Tink a call."

The fairy picked up on the first ring and her perky voice immediately proved that she had not been nearly as drunk as Regina and John had been the previous night. She promised to be there within minutes – adding breakfast to that promise. Regina fell down on the couch next to John again and he shifted, once more wrapping his arms around her shoulders protectively.

"How are you feeling?"

Regina looked up at him with a slight pout and her voice sounded small when she spoke.

"Jealous. Does that make me a bad person?"

It was insane that after all she had done in her life, she would be worried about being jealous making her bad. Then again, she supposed worrying about being a bad person meant that she had grown in some way. John shook his head almost immediately.

"No. It doesn't make you a bad person, you love Robin… and I'm pretty sure he loves you too."

"That didn't stop him from leaving with Marian."

She sounded like a petulant child, and she knew it. Luckily, John didn't seem to mind as he simply squeezed her hand.

"Robin is noble. He… he wanted to talk to you last night, but I stopped him. I didn't think it was the time."

Old Regina might have lashed out at him, telling him that he had no right. New Regina appreciated the gesture, realizing that he was simply trying to protect her.

"Thank you, Little John…"

She might have said more, had it not been for the door slamming and Tink's cheerful voice ringing through the house.

"I come bearing food! Where…"

She stopped dead in the living room and her eyes widened when she noticed the pair's close proximity on the couch.

"Did you two hook up? How could you, no! Robin will never get past this, I know things look bad now, Regina, but he's still your true love and…"

John shook his head quickly and removed his arm from around Regina's shoulders as he looked at the fairy.

"No! We did not hook up. I'm pretty sure we would have remembered that."

Regina grabbed a cup of coffee from Tink's hand before settling on the far end of the couch, her knees pulled all the way to her chest.

"So… we want to know what happened last night. At The Rabbit Hole."

oOoOo

If there was one thing Marian was not, it was stupid. Naïve and innocent perhaps, but not stupid and therefore it was quite clear to her that her husband was not happy. Of course he was relieved and overjoyed to see her, but after the initial shock had worn off he seemed… torn. She had so much hope when he booked them a room at Granny's, sure that he would want to hold her through the night and make love to her after not having seen her for so long. Yet, he had barely gotten them in the room before he left once more – with the excuse that he was worried about Little John and needed to find him.

She had fallen for the excuse, of course – Little John had last been seen with the Evil Queen and no matter what Princess Leia (or princess Emma, whoever the blonde was) said, the Evil Queen would never change – she'd always be evil.

Yet, Robin seemed different when he returned – if it wasn't such an insane notion, she would have thought he was jealous. But what on earth would he have to be jealous of? It simply did not make sense. She glanced at her husband where he was lying on a separate bed. He was staring at the wall with a pout, his arms crossed over his chest.

Yes, if there was one thing she knew for sure… it was that her husband was not happy.

oOoOo

As insane as the notion seemed, Marian was right – Robin was jealous, and even where he was lying on the bed now, he couldn't get the image he'd seen the previous night out of his mind. When he went down to the diner once more, the pair had disappeared and Red mentioned that the said something about going to The Rabbit Hole. Of course, he made his way over there immediately. It was impulsive and stupid, and he could see the judgement on the young wolf's face. But he couldn't help himself. He needed to see her.

He did – and what he saw had broken his heart into pieces. They didn't notice him when he entered The Rabbit Hole – neither Regina, nor Tink, nor Little John. They were too wrapped up in each other – laughing at something John had said. From his own experience, Robin could not imagine what on earth John could have said that was so amusing. He'd moved closer (silently hoping that they'd see him, that he would get a chance to speak to Regina). He only sat down when he was close enough to hear the conversation (silently hoping that they'd mention him, that he would hear his name escape Regina's lips).

"Let's drink to true love! Let's drink to pixie dust! Let's drink to being raised from the dead!"

The bitterness in Regina's voice cut through him like ice and Robin watched helplessly as she kept lifting shot after shot to her lips, draining the glasses from its liquid swiftly.

"Let's drink to my wings!"

Tinkerbell tried to be more positive.

"Let's drink to me – losing my wings!"

So did Little John.

"Let's drink to the Evil Queen being alone again."

Clearly, Regina wasn't stopping her pity party anytime soon and Robin buried his face in his hands. He hated that he was responsible for the sorrow in her voice, but what was a man to do? His eyes widened when he noticed her stumbling from her chair and wavering on her feet, suddenly grabbing Little John's collar and proceeding to give him a quick, firm peck on his lips. John seemed to be shocked out of his wits and before Robin knew what was happening he was up on his feet, heading in their direction. He faltered when he heard Regina's broken mumble.

"I didn't want him to be the last person to kiss me. I don't want to remember what it feels like anymore."

Perhaps it was selfish, but he wanted her to remember. Why could she forget if he wasn't allowed to? So despite his better judgement, he had walked forward and pulled her towards him in a rough movement. Regina was stunned to see him, and she looked up at him with those beautiful brown eyes. Robin felt as though his heart was going to jump out of his chest and he cupped her face with his hands, shaking his head.

"No. You don't get to do that, Regina. I love you."

His lips were on hers in a much longer and more passionate kiss than John had been rewarded with, and she responded instantly – opening her mouth under his and wrapping her arms around his neck. He could feel the magic pulsating in him as they kissed, and only stopped when he was jerked away from her. To his surprise, the action came from the fairy. Her green eyes shot flaming arrows at him.

"I won't let you hurt her, Robin. If you're not going to choose her, then leave."

Little John stopped him before he could respond.

"You have unfinished business. Finish it before you start something again. I said that already."

Regina – who had turned back to the bar and was currently throwing back yet another cocktail – nodded firmly. Her voice was slightly slurred and she refused to face him, but he knew without doubt that there were tears in her eyes.

"I'm not a toy, Robin. Go back to your family."

He left the group, but he didn't go back – he didn't leave until they did. Regina was passed out and slumped against Little John's shoulder, and the jealousy raged within him as his friend carried her away.

He loved her.

He needed her.

oOoOo

"Robin… do you want me to be here?"

Marian's soft voice broke through his thoughts and he looked up with wide eyes.

"Marian… of course!"

She sat down next to him and gently squeezed his knee. Her eyes were wide and kind.

"I've been gone for a long time, my love… And as you rightly said, you thought that you'd never see me again. You… said goodbye to me. So I'm asking you… and I want you to answer me honestly. Do you want me to be here?"

Robin closed his eyes and a muscle jumped in his jaw. He wasn't accustomed to being so selfish. He should want her here – she was his wife, his son's mother and he loved her. Yet… he had said goodbye to her years ago. He had mourned her. His voice was barely a whisper when he answered.

"No."

Marian nodded and smiled through her tears.

"I have cheated death one too many times, my love. I should… be furious right now, I should demand that you want me here. That we pick up where we left off, but in truth that is not possible, is it? I was dead and you've mourned me. You've changed… we're not the same people anymore."

Robin sighed and rubbed over his face tiredly.

"No. We're not."

"You're in love with her, aren't you? The Evil Queen."

"She's not evil."

His response came automatically and Marian lifted a brow, a sad smile playing on her face.

"So you are. In love with her."

"I am."

It hurt more than either of them thought possible – for so long, all he wanted was another chance with Marian. As he had rightly said, he would have walked through hell to get her back. The thing was, he did walk through hell – he walked through hell to get over the pain of her death, and he managed to do so. He loved her, and he always would. But she wasn't his oxygen anymore – Regina was. He had given his broken heart to the queen, and she hadn't given it back. Marian stood slowly, her eyes wild – searching.

"You know I told Princess Leia… I mean Emma… that I did not want to come to the future. I wanted to stay, perhaps find you once more… I wanted us to live our lives together. In the past. I shouldn't be here, but I am… I just… that doesn't mean I should be here with you."

He looked at her intently and she smiled, nodding.

"Perhaps… I'll find a place in this new realm, Robin. But you already did and mine… it's not with you, is it?"

It was rhetorical – they both knew it wasn't. Robin stood with a long sigh and kissed his wife's forehead.

"I'll help you… I'll get you settled in, I'll help you find a place where you belong."

Marian patted his cheek with a small smile and shrugged.

"I know you will… but before you do, I suggest you go to that woman you're in love with and tell her how you feel. I need to find my own way, here Robin. I need to… find myself in this new place."

He kissed her forehead again and glanced at their sleeping son.

"Leave him here. He'll… I want to get to know our son. And… I'd like to get to know the person you've become too. Even if your heart belongs to someone else. I want to see who you are now."

"Of course."

He hesitated, the significance of what was happening tumbling onto him like a ton of bricks. Marian was right – they weren't the same people anymore, they didn't know each other anymore. He knew a perfect memory and she knew the man he used to be… it didn't make sense that they'd pick up where they left off. Yet, it was not without a twinge of pain that he closed the door behind him.

The pain subsided the closer he got to the mayor's mansion.

oOoOo

It was Regina who opened the door when he knocked, and for a minute they could only stare at each other. Robin could hear John's deep laughter from the kitchen, followed by Tinker Bell's soft giggle.

"Robin…"

His heart skipped a beat when Regina whispered his name and he moved, pulling her close to him immediately. She allowed him to do this and he breathed out a sigh of relief, revelling in the feel of her body against his.

"Marian and I talked. We… she realized that her and I… she knows that it won't work. Not while I'm in love with another woman."

Regina's gasp tugged at his heartstrings and he smiled down at her.

"I've fallen for you beyond all reason, Regina. I've fallen for you beyond all hope of getting up again… and it hurts to have to say goodbye to Marian again, it hurts to give her up. But if I lost you… I wouldn't survive."

She dived for his lips with a choked sob and he wrapped his arms around her as tightly as possible as they kissed.

He didn't need a verbal answer.
The way she kissed him told him everything he needed to know.

THE END (SERIOUSLY)