Disclaimer: I don't own Enchanted; I've only seen it once, but I was quickly taken by it, having grown up on a steady diet of fairytales and Disney movies.
For now, this is a just a one shot, but I have a few more story ideas that I may tack onto this story.
Giselle shivered a bit and moved closer to Robert. In response, the arm around her waist tightening its hold on her, while the other pulled the thin black blanket wrapped around their shoulders tighter around her body. She sighed and turned her head slightly to give him a look of gratitude. "Thanks."
"Are you okay?" His eyes were a darker blue than usual, full of concern and the love that he'd only just recognized a few hours ago.
She nodded a bit and brushed a lock of damp hair off his forehead. "Just cold. And tired. Do you think we're going to have to stay much longer?"
Robert looked around the busy street from their position perched on the back step of an ambulance. They'd been rescued from the roof nearly two hours ago, but they'd been asked to stick around while the officers investigated further. Not that any one remembered the dragon that had perched on the roof. "I'm not sure. I'll go check, you stay here, okay? I'd like to get home to Morgan before the morning."
He stood up and she grasped his hand as he wrapped the blanket more fully around her. "Robert?" She grasped at words, not quite sure what to say.
His mouth turned up in a small smile and he bent toward her, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of her lips. "I'll be right back, Giselle."
She nodded, holding the blanket closer to her form, tracking his movements across the pavement. She blinked a few times, not quite sure how the night had ended up as such. A day ago she'd been breathlessly waiting for Edward to rescue her, and then just earlier tonight she had been so torn between leaving Robert and Morgan to go home with him.
As if he felt her eyes on him, Robert turned from his conversation with a police officer and smiled at her. She waved a bit, hesitant to loosen her grip on the blanket. And then there'd been that terrible, awful, wonderful dance when she knew that Edward wasn't her true love, but that she had to return to Andalasia with him. And then the apple…and nothing until she'd looked up into Robert's worried gaze. She twisted a lock of damp hair around her finger, dreaming slightly of that kiss.
"Giselle?"
Startled, she looked up to find Robert standing in front of her, his suit damp and torn, but still very regal looking on him. "Can we go now?" Robert nodded and moved closer to her. Before she knew it, he'd swept her up in his arms. She laughed a bit, throwing her arms around his neck, but still wondering at the chivalry. "Robert?"
"Hmm?"
"Not that I don't enjoy this, but…"
"Why am I carrying you?" They reached a waiting cab, and she moved to open the door when he seemed not to be able to decide if he wanted to let her down or not. "Mostly because you lost your shoes." He grinned impishly at her as he set her in the back of the cab. "But also because I wanted an excuse to hold you."
Giselle blushed and smiled, automatically taking his hand as he got in the cab beside her. They were silent for most of the car ride, content in holding each others' hand. When they reached his apartment, they tried to be as quiet as possible, knowing that Morgan would be asleep.
"Robert?"
"Hey Sam. Thanks for coming to watch her."
The office receptionist just waved it off, yawning a bit. "Is everything all right? I saw a bit of what happened on the news – just horrible that a gas leak ruined the night for you and Nancy."
"Uh…actually."
Giselle stepped out from behind Robert, waving meekly at his friend. "Hello Sam."
"Giselle! Well. Hi." Same shook herself a bit. "Well, Morgan's asleep. I'll see you on Monday, Robert."
They stepped aside as she left, the door shutting quietly behind her. And suddenly, they both realized that they were alone, and still quite wet.
"I'm just going to change. You're welcome to the bathroom first."
Giselle nodded but didn't move.
"Giselle?"
Robert's hands rubbed her bare shoulders gently and she looked up at him. "You okay?"
"Just thinking. You said something about the bathroom?"
Robert chuckled a bit, pushing her gently in its direction. "You go ahead and go first. I'll bring you something to sleep in once I check on Morgan."
Giselle nodded and moved into the bathroom, shivering as her bare feet touched the cold tile. Robert knocked a few moments later, and she gladly took the set of pajamas he handed her. A few minutes later, she came out, smiling at the sight of Robert leaning against the opposite wall, almost asleep on his feet. "Your turn, Robert."
He nodded and moved past her. She stood there for a moment before moving down the hall to look into Morgan's room. The little girl was asleep in her bed, her mouth open slightly as she breathed, her hair tangled on the pillow beside her. Giselle stood there, staring at her with a small smile on her face, leaning back as she felt Robert stand behind her and look over her shoulder.
"She'll be happy to see you in the morning." Giselle said nothing, following him into the living room as he tugged slightly on her hand. "I guess we're going to have to talk."
"About?" She yawned delicately and perched on the sofa, tucking her feet under a blanket.
"Well us I guess. And what you'll do now that you're here."
Giselle nodded and leaned against the back of the couch, settling a bit more into her makeshift bed. "Okay." She yawned again, and she felt Robert get up.
"It can wait until morning though. Goodnight, Giselle." He brushed a kiss across her lips and she smiled up at him.
"Robert? Thank you." She hoped he understood she was thanking him for more than just the kiss – for loving her, for saving her, for just being there.
One of his hands brushed at her hair, and he sat beside her, the cushions of the couch sinking a bit with his weight. "Thank you, Giselle. For so much. For coming into my life and making me fall in love with you. For making me want to believe in love again."
"I didn't do much. You knew how to love, you just forgot for awhile."
"Well, I love you Giselle. I don't think I really knew until I saw you laying on that chaise…you were so pale. I'd known that you would be leaving with Edward…but for you to almost…"
His voice shook, and she sat up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. "But I didn't Robert. You saved me."
His hands were warm on her back as he pulled back to look into her eyes. "And you saved me."
She smiled. "We saved each other?"
He nodded. "All right, I'd better get to bed, it's late."
"Good night Robert."
"Good night Giselle."
Giselle settled into her makeshift bed, folding her hands underneath her cheek as she watched Robert leave the room, turning back at the last moment to give her a smile. A smile ghosted across her lips as she closed her eyes, the strains of the song they'd danced to drifted across her dreams.