Author's Note/Disclaimer;

Hi readers, me again. This note/disclaimer is just to explain why I've written another 'Robin-Hood' story, and to basically let you know everything needed to know for the story...;

~ This fanfiction does not clash with 'The-Devils-Daughter'. I got another idea for a 'Robin-Hood' story, only thing is I usually delete the old one and replace it with a new one. But since 'The-Devils-Daughter' seemed to be doing quite good, I decided not to delete it. And I do feel a little weird having two stories in the same category, but hey, this is fanfiction. This is probably the least strangest thing on this website. ;).

~ All the images for the story are on profile. Like OC's appearance and what-not. And just to throw this out there; I do not own the BBC's characters!. I only own my OC - Primrose, and any other OC that may appear during this story.

~ Story will be in OC's POV and it is if course an Allan/OC story. There are no warnings really, but I've rated it 'T' to be careful. And I don't plan on writing any smut scenes, but if I do I'll let you all know and will bump up the rating.

Um, that's about it I guess. But please Review, Follow, or Favourite, it would mean a lot. And no flames please, they will be deleted. But that's about it, and I hope you enjoy the story. :)

~ England, 1192 ~
~ Nottingham Forest ~

I slowly trudged down the path, resisting the large urge to stop and rest.

I'd been travelling for at least a week now, longer than I ever had before. And the lack of food and water wasn't doing me much good. I'd run out of money a day ago, using the rest to catch a ride in the back of a strangers wagon. But I knew I couldn't stop, not until I reached a village at least. There I could hide in a barn, fall asleep between a large stack of hay-bale's. So until I arrived, I wouldn't stop, wouldn't sleep. I couldn't, not with my Uncle's men after me. And if that wasn't distressing enough; I had no idea where I was. I knew I was in England, but I had no idea where in England. All I knew was that I had to run - anywhere. As far away from home as I could possibly get.

A twig snapped and I flinched, knowing that it definitely wasn't me. The bushes began to rustle and footsteps reached my ears. Then, only one word reached my mind; Run. I took off into a quick sprint, though it was a lot slower with my weak state. I could hear whoever was chasing me close behind, only this time it sounded like a lot more footsteps had joined them.

"Oi!

I completely ignored whoever was making an attempt to slow me down and if anything, I sped up - but not without consequences. As I turned a sharp corner, I failed to notice the large branch on the floor, and my foot got caught. And once I slammed down on the ground, I couldn't find the energy to get back up again. It was as though all motivation to keep me running had gone, and all I wanted was to sleep, or rest at least.

Summoning enough energy to roll over onto my back, I let my head fall to the side, feeling nervously sick as multiple pairs of feet came to view. They couldn't take me back - they wouldn't. I might have been lacking energy, but I was sure I had enough to survive a little longer. And the dagger hidden in my boot would definitely help.

"Is she awake?" One of the voices questioned.

"Dunno, looks like."

I attempted to clear my dry throat enough to reply, making one last attempt at pleading. Though it hadn't done much so far.

"Please," My voice came out whispered, a clear sign of my lack-of hydration.

I watched through half-closed eyes as one of the men crouched down. He didn't appear dangerous, but looks could be deceiving. If he realised who I was, he'd surely take me back to my Uncle. Or his men. And I wasn't sure which was worse.

"Who are you?" He asked, his tone soothing.

"Prim...Primrose." I replied, immediately regretting it; My throat itched with every word I spoke.

"Why did you run?"

I shook my head, whimpering out again. "Please, don't take me back."

The man's eyes narrowed in confusion and he leaned down. And as he reached out, I immediately flinched back on instinct. Too many men had touched me since I began running, and none had been gentle or reassuring. Why should this man be any different?.

"I'll not hurt you." He reassured, lightly shaking his head.

"I've heard that before." I muttered, releasing a small chuckle that caused me to wince.

He paused for a moment, glancing at me then whoever had surrounded me. Maybe they weren't as bad as I thought, maybe they wouldn't try to hurt me like so many had before. But they were only 'maybe's', they didn't guarantee my safety. These men had no idea who I really was, or where I came from - and I was determined to keep it that way. They knew my name and that was all they needed to know; I didn't plan on sticking around.

"What do we do with her?" Another voice asked.

"Do we take her back to Djaq?"

"D'you really want a stranger seein' where the camp is?"

"No, but look at her. She's practically asleep."

It was true. The more they spoke, the larger the urge became. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and sleep, without any attempts on my life or virginity. Just some rest, that was all I wanted. I'd give them my necklace if it meant some good, re-energizing sleep.

"Can you walk?" The crouched man asked me.

"I doubt it," I whispered, struggling to keep my eyes open. They itched and stung with tiredness.

The man nodded and paused in thought, sighing to himself. Whoever were surrounding me were silent, most likely waiting for him to make his mind up about what they were going to do with me. But I didn't care, I was too tired to care.

"If we pick you up, will you struggle?" He finally spoke.

"No, I swear. Just let me rest, please." I begged, a slight whimper to my tone.

"Alright. Well lads, who's willing to carry the girl?"

"Not me, you know I'm not the strongest." The man sounded slightly irritated by that fact.

"Me either."

"Oh I'll do it." A gruff voice interjected.

The sound of moving feet reached my ears and the men moved back - except one. The larger man bent down and slid his hands underneath my back, lifting me into his arms. My body ached at the shift in position and I gasped, letting out a small whimper. The man muttered an apology and shifted me in his arms so that my head fell against his shoulder. One arm was placed underneath my knees, while the other wrapped around my back and underneath my right arm, holding me as we moved. I sighed in content and closed my eyes, immediately drifting into a dreamless sleep.

~...~...~...~...~...~

"What do we do when she wakes up?"

"I'm not sure, I haven't thought that part through."

"Well you should, what if she runs off an' tells the Sheriff? What if she tells Guy? We'll 'all hang."

"Calm down Allan."

The voices reached my ears though my eyes remained closed. I wasn't sure how long I'd been sleeping, but I felt a lot better than I had before. My body was no longer aching - though I was sure the soft blankets underneath my body were the cause of it, and I no longer had the urge to fall against a tree and collapse. Although I did feel hungry and thirsty, but I wouldn't let these people know that. I didn't need to owe them anything, it would only make things a lot more difficult.

"You don't have to pretend to be asleep, we won't hurt you." A nearby female voice said.

I reluctantly opened my eyes and took in the scene in front of me. There were five men and one woman, but all were watching me. The looks were a mix of confusion, curiosity, and some untrusting. Not that I blamed them of course; I was the stranger in their home, I'd be very surprised if they weren't worried about my being there.

"How do you feel?" The larger man asked. It was then I remembered him being the one to offer to carry me, something I was very grateful for.

"Better. Thank you for carrying me, you didn't have to." I told him, clearing my throat again.

"Well, with these lot arguin' over who was the weakest, yah probably would've fallen asleep on the floor." He shrugged, grinning at the now-annoyed looking men.

The woman slowly approached me, a cup in her left hand and a plate in her right. She seemed innocent enough. And while she was wearing baggy men's clothes, it was easy for me to tell she was female; Mostly by her feminine voice.

"Here, this will make you feel better."

I hesitated at first, but embarrassingly took both from her as my stomach rumbled loudly. The cup was filled with water, while the plate seemed to have what looked like chicken. But judging by their camp in the forest, I had a feeling it was either a squirrel or a rabbit. Not that I was complaining of course - I was starving. Not eating in two days would do that to a girl. So I dug into my food, eating quicker than I ever had before, and sighing in relief as my stomach rumbled in content.

"You must be hungry." The woman amusedly remarked.

I shrugged, a little embarrassed as I realised they'd all seen my slightly-savage eating. "Sorry."

"Don't apologise to us, especially for eating."

I nodded and quickly devoured my food, feeling a little awkward once I'd finished. They'd all finished their food before I started, so they'd been waiting for me to finish - and I knew they wanted answers. Answers to why I ran, who I was, where I was from, those kind of questions. And while I was a rather good liar, I had to make sure they didn't know too much. Lie or not, they didn't need to know everything about me.

"So, how long have I been sleeping?" I asked them, my voice finally returned to normal.

"Since yesterday morning. You wore yourself out with all the running." One of the men replied.

"It was bound to happen sooner or later. So, who are you? I'd like to know the name's of my saviours."

"I'm Robin, this is Djaq, Will, Much, Little John, and Allan."

"Well, thank you."

"It was no trouble. But, why did you run from us? We wouldn't have hurt you." Robin asked.

I swallowed nervously, wringing my hands as I replied. "I've been running for a week or two, from my Uncle's men. They're determined to find me and I'll not risk it. And I have to ask, where am I exactly?"

"Nottingham Forest. Not the best place to sleep but it's not too bad I suppose." Much replied, shrugging.

"Where are you from?" Will asked, carving something into a small piece of wood.

"I...I cannot say." I stuttered, my stomach in knots as they all stared.

"Why not?" Allan asked, a little annoyed.

"Because you'll send me back home and I cannot - will not, go back. If I return, then I die. And while you are wary of me I am just as wary of you."

"You said your name was Primrose?" Robin asked. I nodded in confirmation.

"Where were you planning on going?" Much questioned, leaning forward slightly.

I shrugged in response. "I'm not sure. All I knew was that I had to run, it didn't matter where, as long as it was away from home. The boat I got on must've brought me to England, then I got here. My money ran out a few days ago, so I have nothing to give you for helping me."

"It's no problem. But I'm afraid you might not survive if we let you go out on your own again." Robin sighed, leaning back against a broken down tree.

"Well she can't stay 'ere, become an outlaw. We got enough girls in the camp as it is." Allan said, gesturing to Djaq and Much.

"Oi!"

"I don't plan on staying, I swear. Just point me in the right direction and you'll never see me again." I reassured them. The fact that they were outlaws was a little worrying, but I couldn't think about that.

"How are we to send you in the right direction if you do not know where you're going?" Robin asked, slightly amused.

"I'm not travelling to a certain destination, just away from home. I can't stop, not with Uncle's men after me."

"Yeah, you keep sayin' 'away-from-'ome' but where is home exactly?" Allan asked, eyes narrowed.

"I can't tell you. Believe me I would if I could but I can't, I won't risk it."

"I'm sorry Primrose, I cannot just let you wander off with nowhere to go. You'll be killed, or worse." Robin said, shaking his head.

"Well I cannot stay! And it isn't as though I could hide away in a nearby village living under an unknown name." I scoffed. But as a small grin appeared on his face, I knew I'd slipped up.

"What if I said you could? If I told you that you could live and work in Nottingham, without having to worry about your Uncle's men?"

"Then I would tell you that you're insane and need to visit a doctor. There is no way, no one would ever take in a travelling girl with no home. Not unless there was something in it for them."

"Girl makes sense," Allan shrugged. "Yah know, for someone that fainted an' all."

I glared at the man. "I didn't faint, I fell asleep. And it wasn't as though I hit my head or anything."

"Don' get mad at me! Your just a little annoyed cause yah fainted."

"I didn't faint!"

"That's enough Allan. Primrose, you'll stay here tonight. Tomorrow, we go to Matilda's. She'll surely take you in, she's a good woman." Robin told me, heading towards what appeared to be a bed.

I nodded. "Alright. And thank you, again."

He smiled and nodded in a 'your-welcome' manner before lying down on the makeshift bed, closing his eyes before finally falling asleep.