Mad Archer - One Shots

Deliver the Message - Part 1

You could say she was nervous.

Which was fine.

Understandable.

Totally okay.

She was nervous, so what?

Pacing back and forth on one slice of the forest and sweeping away all the foliage with the kick of your boots for what must have been half an hour was a perfectly normal thing to do.

She was just nervous.

...

Scratch that! She was jittery! A messy bundle of nerves walking around in tights and an admittedly cool, awesome leather cape, lending her her name.

Robin Hood, yeah, right. She wondered if her father had ever been as nervous as she was before asking out a girl he liked. Only that he probably had not liked them but fancied them and did not just ask out girls but courted them; wooed them with poetry or some noble, Romeo and Juliet stuff out of the "Shakespearean Guide on How to Pay One's Addresses" or whatever.

The cape with the hood was the only cool thing about her at the moment and Robin hated it.

She stopped pacing stomping her feet onto the ground. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes, holding it in for one more second before releasing it.

'Okay, just be cool and don't bow out like last time,' she told herself and gulped. 'Or the time before that.'

What had happened to Miss Popular of Storybrooke High? She was not used to be like this.

She did not use to be like this. She had been asked out herself tons of times by the boys in school and had not blinked with an eye while shrugging them off. Now, she was the opposite of her usual or rather old self.

Seemed like hopping into Fairy Tale world and gaining yourself some mastery skills in archery as well as thievery did not translate to gain confidence in asking out girls.

Though it was not any girl. It was the one girl. The only one girl that had ever been interesting enough to really listen to, to watch closely to memorize all her adorable antics and funny, little quirks and to simply want to be close to: Alice.

The one and only and so beautifully unique Alice.

Turning on her heels Robin faced the direction in which Alice's hut lay, just behind the by now familiar slope. It would come soon into her sight, if she crossed the last few feet. Which was why she put down roots here in the beginning, going all queasy all of a sudden.

She was sure, Alice was already waiting for her outside, like she always seemed to do. It was neither fair to Alice nor Nook to keep them waiting. After all that was the prime reason why she was here, to help Alice get into contact with her father.

It just so happened that Robin developed feelings for the other girl.

Deep feelings.

Upon meeting she had been fascinated with the girl whose hair was a bright warm gold but in the course of one single day Robin's heart had jumped, had ached and had fluttered for her. By now, only a few meetings later, her whole being reacted to Alice as if she was under a spell and when Alice wasn't close all Robin could do was think about her.

And yet, despite the yearning Robin felt, she had not been able to devise a master plan on how to address her feelings towards Alice. Where could she even begin to explain she was feeling something beyond friendly emotions when the other girl likely had no idea this was possible.

'Move. At least bring her the letter. That's why you came here.'

Huffing one last time Robin began to march towards her destination, her goal solidified on her mind and carrying her feet in certain strides.