A/N: So there I was, munching away on my cheese and onion crisps and trying to battle my way through GCSE French verbs…when I came across this document. I had written it ages ago. Here's the plot, folks:

Plot: Set during Season 1, Episode 5, 'Turk's Flu'. After Djaq helps Little John out of the mine, the gang discover she's a woman. Who's first to join her when she's alone in the middle of the forest, deep in thought? Our big friend, Little John.

A/N: Yep, i decided to be my original pen name. i'm candyfloss77. that's how it'll always be, folks! Review please!

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Pinecones

"You look troubled, lass."

Djaq still did not turn her head to greet this big man with a small smile- the crunching of the autumn leaves under his giant boots were enough to realise he was there. Little John quietly made his way over and stood by her side.

After a couple of minutes, she spoke. "I…I do not know why I did not run with the others," She sighed and chucked another pinecone. "I do not know this country. I can't see how I can adapt to it, live here for a while. You English have strange things. Such as this, for example." She held up the pinecone. "Is it some sort of treasure? It must be, for I see it everywhere. You seem proud to have them."

Little John smiled. "Proud?" He grunted and picked one up. "These are pinecones, lass. Pinecones, I do not like."

"Yet," Djaq spun the odd shape-like object in her hand. "I saw the squirrel man collecting them."

Little John snorted with amusement. "He, lass, is weird. You will get used to it here, in time."

Djaq shrugged and chucked another one. It landed nearby a tree with a soft plunk!

"I do not suppose you have somewhere to bathe?"

"Bathe?" Little John looked deep in thought. "Well, there is the lake. That will suit you well."

Another pinecone. John cleared his throat.

"I also came to…to thank you."

Djaq looked at him, a quizzical expression on her face, and a small radiant smile in her eyes. "For what, big man?"

"Saving my life, you did, lass." John was surprised to see her so confused. "That's what."

She gave a small, modest shrug. "It is what I do." Djaq twirled the small pinecone in her hand. "But you are welcome, big man."

There was some more silence. It was quite obvious the pair were not talkers, more listeners. Djaq gave a sigh and chucked another pinecone, as did John.

Finally, he opened his mouth again.

"You will be treated equally, you know." Little John said gently to her. "We will treat you, or at least, I will try and make the rest treat you the same."

"I should hope so," Djaq sighed and chucked the last pinecone. "Well." She turned to him with a bright smile on her face. "I've run out. Next I will probably find some other treasures, yes?"

He smiled. "Oh yes, lass. I believe they're called leaves. And sticks and mud, and all sorts of 'treasures'. You'll have fun, lass. You wait. Just don't tell anyone I admitted it."

She smiled again. "I won't, big man."

"You can call me Little John, lass."

"And you can call me Djaq, Little John."

He smiled. "Want to come back to camp then?"

She turned and nodded. "I think i will. but only because it is getting dark and you men have food and blankets."

He hid a smile and nodded along with her. "hmm."

"I mean," Djaq stopped in her tracks and her smile disappeared. "You English killed my people. I cannot get over it."

"No," Little John agreed. "But you can't judge us for it either."