Full Summary: It wasn't about him, wasn't about any of them, it was about their silly political games. And now he was going to pay in the place of his fearless leader. He says they will save him but Robin has been late before, what if he's late again?
Pairings: The usual... R/M, W/D as well as some G/M, A/D, and W/M if you squint...
Warnings: (For later chapters) Violence, Language, Suggestive Themes(maybe?)
Disclaimer: If I did own Robin Hood, do you really think 2.12 - 2.13 and season 3 would have ever happened? I didn't think so, so not, I don't own them... Just borrowing without permission for a little while...
Short chapter is short, bear with me, my laptop likes to fuck with me and my precious time.
Author's Notes: Takes place sometime after 2x9 (Lardner's Ring) in AU time... I tried to get as close to the characters are I dared but because of my lack of fan-fic experience this may be a bit raw written, OOC , riddled with mistakes and slightly Americanized. Because, Americans can do that...
Chapter 1
The knife came down on its prey, slicing it clean in half. The man smiled despite himself and went in for another cut.
"No, Will!" Much yelped, snapping up and thumping the raven haired outlaw atop the head with his large wooden spoon, a soft thunk echoing around the camp as it made contact with his skull. Will turned slowly, raising an eyebrow carefully, eyeing the large utensil with a healthy amount of trepidation as he lifted a hand to run his fingers through his hair, wincing as it came in contact with the growing bump just above his crown.
"Bad outlaw!" Were Much's last worlds on the subject as he turned his attention back to the so-called stew that boiled above the fire, the twigs crackling and snapping in the blaze. It was only the two in the camp, to guard the well-hidden masterpiece and cook the outlaws' dinner – again. For the third time that week. If they didn't know better someone would think that they were being ignored…
Wait... Bad outlaw?
"Is that the same thing as bad dog?" Will wondered aloud, looking pointedly at Much who shrugged slightly. The older man stirred the 'stew', not daring to turn around. "You just called me a bad dog because I—"
"I really don't know what you were thinking," Much admitted, sighing and turning to the younger outlaw, shaking his blonde head, "Cutting it like that..."
In truth, all Will did was cut the parsnip the wrong way for the 'stew' pot. If the concoction boiling over the fire could be called a stew. He didn't even know if it could be called food but he was far from sure.
"What's wrong with cutting it that way?"
"You need to be able to bite it, not choke on it, Will…"
"Well, I'm so very sorry that me mum didn't teach me how to cook, I guess I was too busy earning a living." Scarlett snapped quietly, earning a roll of the eyes from the older outlaw.
"Moody… Since when are you moody?"
Pausing to look back over his shoulder, he frowned softly, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. And when he opened them again, Will sighed, pushing his fringe out of his eyes, "When Robin seemed to figure out that I am only useful for guarding the camp and sharpening the stupid dull swords that they seem to have no problem in nicking every time they go out."
Much frowned, shaking his head. "Not gettin' much sleep are ya?"
"No."
Much sighed, nodding in understanding, "Your father?"
Scarlett turned back towards the blonde, shaking his head softly, "Honestly? No... Not really, I-- I know I should be but I'm not, I'm just not."
Peering over his shoulder at the youth, Much frowned slightly, stirring the pot as he dropped a handful of carrots into the mix.
Opening his mouth, Will frowned slightly, hesitating before he spoke softly, "What do you think of Djaq?"
"What?"
"What do you think of her--? I mean really think?"
Taken aback, Much raised an eyebrow. "She's-- She is nice."
The words echoed slightly, "I fall in love easily."
"Don't worry I don't."
"That's not much of an answer, Much."
"Pretty, smart, kind, can't cook to save her life..."
Scarlett scoffed, shaking his head as a smile found it's way onto his face.
"Apart from the whole honey euphemism thing…"
Will coughed lightly, "It wasn't a euphuism…"
Stopping, the man-servant whipped around, "What?"
"We really did collect honey but the bees didn't seem too pleased with us…"
Much grinned, "I would suppose not, so where's the honey?"
"Took it to Locksley, that's why were were there in the first place. New mothers and all, thought they could use it..."
"And--?"
"And nothing, you know what happened in Locksley later."
Nodding, Much chuckled. "Will Scarlett; Bee Hunter I'm gunna have to remember that one…"
TBC