A/N – Writing mood. Please let this make you all smile. I want to be wonderful at getting emotions out of readers like you all do to me.

Love is wonderful.

Love is beautiful.

Love is sweet.

Love is NOT simple.

Not simple in the slightest, Marian thought as she sneakily crept passed yet another group of brainless guards. Honestly, you'd think if the Sheriff wanted protection he might higher the standards for his guards. If an enemy is pointing a dagger at your chest, you might want some men who aren't going to simply be standing there with clueless expressions on their faces. Hmm, and another thing, she was pretty sure one of them just saw her, and defiantly recognized her! and rolled his eyes. Maybe they're not as dumb as they look. Hold on…she recognized those mischievous blue eyes! She put a hand on her hip, and fixed Allan-a-dale with her best 'You-are-so-going-to-get-an-earful-as-soon-as-I-get-over-there.' He was going to get caught, Robin would burst in the castle like the sneaky fox he was, maybe sneak in some time with her, heh, and then run off.

Story of his life.

And another thing! What was Allan doing in the castle at this time of the night?

"Marian."

And yet another thing! If Allan was here, where was Robin? Isn't he their little leader?

"Mariaaan."

Yeah, you heard it folks, leader. He probably insists that they call him that too. Sigh.

"Marian, love."

Wait! If Robin wasn't with Allan…he could be in the dungeons! Oh Lord.

"MARIAN!" Six voices whisper-yelled together.

"WHAT?" I shrieked. Couldn't Robin and his assorted members shut it for two moments? Honestly. Wait…Robin? And his assorted members?

She focused her eyes and saw all of them looking slightly amused. She felt her cheeks redden, but cleared her throat and put a cute, she hoped so, smile on her face. "Oh. Hello."

Robin smirked and pulled her around the waist to him, placing a small kiss on her forehead. It only lasted a minute, thank goodness; sometimes she thinks that fool is making the moves on her forehead. Slobber much? Then it got on her sleeve when she wiped it away so Guy won't get the 'why-is-there-insert weird substance-on-her-insert random body part?' look on his face. Yeah, it happens a lot. Anyways, while Robin had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, (boy, he moved his hands around a lot) and started getting all 'here's the game plan' on them, Marian looked at the others. Yep, they all seemed just as confused and uninterested as her. Just kidding, that was just Allan. Everyone else looked completely tuned in and ready for action.

Robin cleared his throat and gave everyone "the look." The one that's all, 'LETS DO THIS!' "Okay, gang, everyone know what's going on? Good. Much, Will follow me. See you all back at the camp."

As he finished, him, Will and Much ran off towards Dark Corridor numbero one. John and Djaq ran off into Dark Corridor numbero two. Marian slowly turned to look at looked at Allan, looked at Dark Corridor number three, looked at Allan again and asked, "Uhm, so, are we supposed to, you know, go down there?" Pointing her thumb towards the hall of darkness.

"I dunno, luv." And shrugged his shoulders.

Marina lifted her chin and made her voice sound astounded and slightly miffed, "Were you even paying attention?"

"No. Were you?"

His voice sounded way too Mr. Smarty for Marian, so she spun on her heel and walked in a dignified fashion down into the deep abyss that was Dark Corridor numbero three, vaguely aware on Allan's chunky huge-ass boots following her. This should be fun. Stupid boys, and Djaq, always bringing me into their troublesome plans. She should be in bed, her warm bed. Or in the forest gettin' some with her little bow-and-arrow man, Marian thought. That was where she was headed before she spotted Allan and his ocean-blue sparkling eyes. Damn sparkling eyes.