This is an alternate version/story of the third series. Here are a few background notices.

-Marian was not killed, just severely injured

-Djaq and Will came back with them.

Enjoy!

The earth feels steady and strong under Wills feet. As much as he would have loved to stay in his beloved's homeland, the sand could never replace the loyal dirt of England. And Saracens could never replace his friends.

Allan wasn't really sure what to think. Would the gang ever forgive him? Would it ever be like the good old days? Would he ever forgive himself? How could the gang ever forgive him, after his betrayal?

Djaq was quiet positive she had made the right choice. As she lightly sprinted over the leaves, the cooing of mourning doves met her ears; the soft rustling of animals comforted her. This may not have been her original home, but it was her home now.

The steady beat of John's feet pounding the dirt steadied his heart. He was home. He was near his Alice. Today was not a good day to die.

Much was unbelievably hungry. How could the others go this long without food? Underneath that though, he was about ready to hug a thick leafy tree. He was about to make his views heard, but stopped himself. The sun was too bright. The birds were too loud. Life was too good.

Revenge bent Robins mind like a vine. How dare that man hurt his wife? How dare he think he had killed her, and not even give a backwards glance? Gisbourne had better be ready.

Robin stopped on the hillside. He glanced at the others, but did not register their glazed eyes and tired faces. He did not hear the birds shrilling or the animals squeaking. He didn't notice the stag that could have fed the gang for a week grazing peacefully in the nearby meadow. All he noticed was his freshly fletched set of arrows, and the fact that Marian was still in the Holy land, being treated by their best phsycians. However much he insisted that he should stay, she beat him down, telling him that England needed him.. He regretted it, but they were to far away to do anything now. As Much spoke up, Robin was about ready to strangle him.

"Master, I'm hungry. We haven't eaten in hours master. I'm also very tired. We've been running for at least an hour, and I'm-"

Robin clenched his fists.

"Feed off your own self pity. You have enough of that to feed the whole gang. And stop whining to me. When will you get it into your head that I don't care?" He slightly regretted these words after he spoken, but he shook off his pity. It was true! He didn't need his gang anymore. After all, it was only made up of complainers, traitors, lovebirds and brutes. He should just leave them all behind. He was going to get Gisbourne for brutally attacking his love. Gisbourne would pay. And Robin had an advantage over him. He didn't care how badly he got hurt killing that man.

"Robin!" Cried Djaq.

Will ran as fast as his legs would carry him after their leader. How could he be so foolish? Didn't he realize that they were his gang, and they wanted to help him? Will knew that Robin was upset; he understood what he himself would feel like if someone harmed Djaq, but that was no reason for him to abandon his friends for the sake of murder. Or at least he hoped that they were friends. He hoped that Robin hadn't just pretended that they were for the sake of the cause. He was certainly acting like it now… but Will forced that thought out of his head. Of course they were friends, and he knew that he needed to stop Robin before he did something foolish.

Will exchanged a look at Allan, who was running along beside him. They seemed to be thinking the exact same thing. Although Will wasn't sure he and Allan were best of friends now, he kind of understood his motives for betraying the group. But not really. Still, Allan was a quick thinker, and he slowed down to persuade John to go along with what Will was pretty sure was a plan. He turned around, and saw John nod at him. Will sped up his pace to meet Robin.

As he layed his hand on Robins arm, Robins head whipped around to stare at him.

"Robin." He said sharply. "You need to stop this nonsense." As John reached them, Will noticed his hand move slightly toward his quarterstaff. Robins eyes flickered in the same direction. As quick as a whip, an arrow was notched on his string. A mad glint was in Robins eyes.

"Let us not make this a habit of ours shall we?" He whispered. "I am going to kill Gisbourne, and there is nothing you can do to stop me. If any of you attempts to follow me, this arrow will be in their leg." Allan shied back from these words, thinking of the other times Robin had shot at him, when he had turned traitor to the gang. Robin was off again, not even looking back when Much called his name.

"Back to the camp!" Cried Allan. "We'll think of what to do when we get there." At a brisk trot, he sets off for the camp not far away. The others follow behind, moving silently through the wood as outlaws are supposed too.