A/N: Just, sorry if this is a load of crap, I don't know Allan's character that well, I haven't seen any of series two, and I only know what I've been told, and this is mainly based on my own feelings, but twisted to fit
Not One Of The Gang:
Allan A Dale watched the Outlaws closely from behind a tree. Much was cooking, and the others were just talking while waiting for the food. Talking and laughing. Allan sighed to himself. He used to think he belonged there, with Robin Hood, with the Outlaws, but now he knew better. Now he knew they were better off without someone they couldn't trust, someone they had abandoned. He had never meant to betray them, he hadn't meant to give Gisborne information, his planned had been to keep his mouth well and truly shut until Robin and the rest came to save him. Only they never came, and his mouth opened.
It was a stupid thing to do, something he would give the world to undo, because it had left him looking at his friends, wishing more than anything that he could just walk up and them and join in the conversation. He wanted to just join them. He was an Outlaw. He was one of Robin Hood's men. He should be there with them. He should be there talking and laughing. He should be with them.
He was too far away to know what they were talking about, but close enough to see them all in detail. He was so close and yet there was a whole world separating them now. He turned to walk away. With every step he took he looked back at them. Each time renewing what he already knew; he wasn't one of the gang any longer