I am writing this series of alternative endings to scenes in Robin Hood.

Enjoy!

Everything Is A Choice
This takes place in the episode Tattoo? What Tattoo? and is told from the point of view of Marian.

"So you're a killer now," I asked Robin, looking down at him.

"Only when I have to be," Robin muttered.

"Grow up," I hssed at him.

"Gisbon made his choice. Everything is a choice. Everything we do. You told me that," Robin said.

"There wasn't a choice," I snapped at him.

"In the Holy Land, sarisans came to kill the King. But it wasn't sarisans. It was him." Robin said.

"Rubish," I replied.

"He stabbed me and left me for dead. Then he went to kill the King in his bed." Robin growled.

"I don't believe you. This is about-"

"What," Robin inturrepted.

"You and me," I said back, sitting down next to me in the tree. "I-I want you to know that I didn't know he was going to announce the wedding."

"Right," he snorted. "You didn't seem uncomfortable." He put his strong arm around me, and I leaned my head into his shoulder.

"I-I was uncomfortable. Do you think I want things this way?" I whispered. "And even if you are right-"

"I am right," he said coldly. "But I don't mean to insult your husband to be."

"He was here the entire time you were in the..." I trailed off, remembering.

"What," he asked at my silence.

"He was unwell for many weeks. Noone was allowed to see him." I hesitated before adding, "But surely..."

"You see," he snapped, "That is why i have to kill him."

"No. I won't let you." I exclaimed, grabbing his hand and holding it in my lap.

"This isn't fair," Robin argued, "What doesn't he deserve? He needs to die, Marian." He tried to stand up and push me away, but I pulled him back down to the bottom of the tree.

"Robin," I whispered, trying to soothe him, "Please. Calm down, my love."

He struggled, but I held tight. After a few moments, he stopped. We had ended up in a pretty awkward position. I was laying across his lap, and he was folded under me.

"Geroff," he muttered.

I rolled off him, and in the next moment he was on top of me. "Robin," I warned.

"What," he asked, leaning down, and pinning me down with his knees. He kissed me, and I can't say I protested.