Henry's Adventures in Fairytale Land

Fairytale Land

Chapter 2: Fairytale Land

A soft, warm hand carded through his hair as a beautiful voice sang a sweet lullaby. Henry curled up against the person, fighting the urge to wake up and open his eyes. It was far more comfortable here.

The singing stopped though. "Have you fetched a healer?"

Henry frowned. The voice sounded like his mother but she hardly sang him lullabies. She preferred to read him bedtime stories.

"He's out on another call." That voice sounded like Robin and Henry perked up. His mother and Robin together was always a good thing. "How badly do you think he's hurt?"

"I don't think he broke anything but I am concerned about this cut on his head. Did you bring what I asked you to?"

"Yes, everything you need to treat him."

Henry winced as something that burned was rubbed against his wound. The hand stilled and he heard the person who sounded like his mother gasp. "I think he's coming round."

Opening his eyes, two blurry faces came into focus. A familiar strong face with blond hair and scruff as well as bright blue eyes hovered over him, smiling. "Hello there, son. How do you feel?"

Henry tried to respond but all that came out was a groan. Robin patted his hand. "It's okay, you don't have to speak. Just rest."

"Robin, did you bring the gauze?" the woman holding him asked.

"Yes, I did." Robin reached into the bag he wore and pulled some out. "Here you go, Regina."

So the woman holding him was also named Regina and Henry was certain that if he could look up, she'd have his mother's dark hair and brown eyes. Maybe even that little scar on her lip she got from a childhood biking incident.

Yet she wasn't his mother. And the man smiling at him wasn't the Robin he knew and admired. Both Robin and his mother would've been more concerned about him and would address him with his name. Regina also wouldn't be tending his wounds herself, instead either rushing him to the hospital or threatening the EMTs until they arrived to do so while Robin tried to calm her down.

It was then that he noticed that it was warm and sunny out, not dark and cold like it had been when he and Emma had gotten into the accident. Thoughts of his other mother flashed in mind and she struggled, trying to find her.

"I need you to hold still. Just for a little longer until I'm done," not-his-mother said.

Robin placed gentle pressure on him. "We just need to take care of that wound, okay? So lie still."

Henry did as he was instructed, staring at Robin as he felt the woman press soft gauze to his forehead. As she wrapped his wound, he took in Robin's clothing. He wore a beige linen shirt under a green jerkin and leather pants. In many ways, he looked like..."Robin Hood?"

"At your service," he replied with a smile. "I see my reputation proceeds me."

"There you go. All patched up. Do you think you can sit up?" the woman asked.

Henry nodded and the two adults helped him up. He blinked a few times before turning to look at this Regina. Just like he thought, she looked like his mother. Except her dark hair was longer and she seemed younger somehow. She wore a simple blue dress with brown lacing and she smiled at Henry. "Hello, I'm Regina, the Miller's daughter."