In my mind, there weren't nearly enough scenes between Robin and Will in the movie "Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves," which is a shame, for I feel that there was a lot left unexplored about Will, as a person, and his bond with Robin (an interesting twist, having Will Scarlett be Robin Hood's brother). Also, I just love to look at Will (or Christian Slater, who did a fantastic job). So, I embellished on certain scenes, giving them more substance and delving more into Will's character. Enjoy!

Will Scarlett had never felt so weak.

Lying on his back, his wounds exposed to all, he thought that his life couldn't get much worse. Then he remembered who was standing over him—Robin of Locksley, his brother.

Fighting against the pain that threatened to overwhelm him, Will vaguely heard Robin's voice: "You were to use this information to get close to me and then kill me, isn't that right, Will? What are your intentions?"

Will forced himself to rise, staggering as his tortured body protested against the sudden weight. John's attack had further weakened him, yet he refused to let Robin intimidate him. Will stood facing Robin, man to man.

"Well, that depends on you, Locksley. I've never trusted you, that's no secret. What I wanna know is, are you gonna finish what you started? I want to know if he's gonna turn and run like the spoiled little rich boy I always took him for."

Will refused to think past the moment. If he did, he'd wonder if each breath was going to be his last before Robin ran him through with his sword or shot to kill.

Robin was stunned at the ferocity in Will's voice. "Did I wrong you in another life, Will Scarlett? Where does this intolerable hatred for me come from?"

Will froze. He'd never thought that their confrontation would come to this. He wasn't ready to admit the truth. He was afraid that his confession would be the straw that broke Robin's back and caused Robin to kill him. What nobleman wanted a half-brother, proof that his father had tainted the family name?

Having turned away as he fought to come up with a lie, Will, again, faced Robin, deciding that if he was going to die, he'd rather do so with a clear conscience.

Forcing himself to meet Robin's gaze, Will said, "From knowing that our…our father loved you more than me."

There, it was out in the open—the truth about his connection to Robin and the Locksley family. Now, if only Robin didn't run him through out of spite or rage.

"Our father?" Robin couldn't believe it. This young man standing before him couldn't be the product of his father's time associating with that peasant woman.

Will could sense Robin's disbelief. "We are brothers, Robin of Locksley." Will fought to remain standing as Robin roughly pushed him away. "I am the son of the woman who replaced your dead mother for a time."

"It's a lie," Robin declared, wishing it were so, yet knowing, deep down, that Will was telling the truth.

"It was your anger that drove them apart! It's not a lie! You ruined my life!" Will paused to catch his breath. "I have more reason to hate you than anyone. Yet I found myself daring to believe in you. And what I want to know, brother, is will you stay with us and finish what you started?"

Will forgot to check his mouth, allowing for the shocking endearment of "brother" to cross his lips, along with other truths that he'd hidden away for years. Under ordinary circumstances, he wouldn't have dared to address Robin, a nobleman, in such a familiar manner. Yet these were not ordinary circumstances. They were in the middle of a war!

"I have a brother?"

Will was unsure of Robin's tone and what it meant for his future.

"I have a brother!"

Will suddenly felt himself being pulled into an embrace, Robin's arms wrapping around his neck and head in a gesture of brotherhood.

Robin pulled away, carefully holding Will's face in his hands.

"I'll stand with you, side by side. Until the end."

As Robin spoke, he turned to address the others who were gathered.

"Until the end," Bull repeated.

"We're all bloody in," declared John.

"Damn buggers!" muttered Friar Tuck.

"We finish this," said Robin, turning back to Will.

Will nodded once before falling to his knees, the strength from his adrenaline rush at their confrontation having faded.

Robin acted instinctively, sinking to the ground as well, supporting his brother's body.

"I've got you, Will," he said. "I've got you."

Fanny sprang to action, fetching water and clean cloth for Robin to dress Will's wounds with.

Lowering Will to the ground, Robin reached for Will's torn shirt.

Will bat feebly at his hands, "I'm fine, Robin."

"Will, you just collapsed and you expect me to believe you're fine? I don't think so, brother."

Will started at Robin calling him "brother."

Carefully, Robin tore the rest of Will's shirt off, revealing the true extent of his injuries.

Robin swore under his breath. Will looked as though his guts had been spilled, then hastily shoved back inside his mangled body.

Laughing slightly, Will said, "The Sheriff wanted my release to be believable. After all, who in their right mind would release a prisoner unharmed?"

Will's laugh quickly turned into a cough. He rolled over and dry heaved, blood trickling down his chin.

Robin's breath caught as he realized that Will's backside was torn up, in addition to his torso.

"Will…," he whispered, choking on the words of comfort he wanted to provide Will with.

"I'm fine. Just do what you have to do," Will snapped, reverting back to his former self who fought to remain isolated, especially around Robin.

Gritting his teeth against the pain, Will was quiet as Robin began to clean his wounds.

After an awkward moment of silence, Will said, "I'm sorry, Robin. I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"Will, don't worry about it. You're in pain. Of course you're going to be a little testy."

"Still, I shouldn't be taking my temper out on you."

"It's alright, Will. I forgive you."

As if Robin's forgiveness was the most important thing in the world to him, Will sank back as though a tremendous weight had been lifted. "Thank you," he murmured.

"While we're on the subject of apologies," Robin began, "I'd like to apologize for shooting an arrow through your hand."

Will shrugged, wincing painfully. "I deserved it."

"No, you didn't. Tempers were high and we both acted rashly."

"I tried to knife you—while your back was turned! My mother would have given me such a thrashing for that," Will said, chuckling slightly.

He soon gave a gasp, though, as he was overcome by a sudden spasm of pain. Fighting off the darkness that threatened to overwhelm him, Will became aware of Robin's worried face peering over him.

"I'm alright, brother," he said, liking more and more how the word "brother" sounded coming from his lips.

Once Robin was sure that Will had recovered, he set about, once more, to bandaging Will's torso.

"I'm sorry about making Father abandon your mother, Will," said Robin, voice heavy with emotion. "If I'd known that you existed, I would never have insisted that Father do what he did. I've always wanted a little brother to look after and protect."

Choking back a sob, Will said quietly, "I'm glad that you are my brother, Robin of Locksley."

"And I'm glad that you are my brother, Will Scarlett of Locksley," Robin replied.

Will looked startled at being addressed as a Locksley, a fact that Robin was quick to notice.

"You are your father's son, Will. That makes you a Locksley."

"Thank you, Robin," whispered Will. "Thank you for accepting me." And not killing me when you discovered the truth, Will finished in his head.

"You are my brother, Will. I will always accept you, no matter what."

Robin finished tying off Will's bandages.

"There," he proclaimed.

Will reached for his torn shirt (Hey, it was better than nothing), but Robin got there first.

"I have some clean clothes you can wear. If you wear your old clothes, you run the risk of your wounds becoming infected."

Will nodded, before rising shakily to his feet. Robin remained by his side, to steady him and lend his support.

Will tried moving forward, only for his legs to give out. If Robin hadn't been there to catch him, Will would have gone tumbling to the forest floor.

"Easy, brother," said Robin, allowing Will to lean on him as the two made their way to Robin's undamaged hut.

Ducking inside, Robin searched for the clothes he had salvaged from Locksley Manor.

"Here you go, Will. They might be a little big, but you'll grow into them. And for now, there's a belt to draw the waist in."

"Thank you, Robin," said Will.

Slowly, he eased the purple material over his head, mindful of the bandages covering his body. He didn't want for all of Robin's hard work to go to waste.

Then, he tried on the pants. Robin was right—they were a little bit too big. However, with the belt on, Will was able to adjust the waist to fit him.

"Come," Robin said, motioning to his bed. "You've had a hard day and need your rest."

"I'm not a child, Robin," said Will, scowling slightly.

"Will," Robin said, his voice pained, "You're suffering from a brutal whipping. The best way for you to heal, and for your strength to return, is to lie down and go to sleep. Now, please. Humor me."

The pain in Robin's voice tugged at Will's hardened heart.

"Alright, Robin," he said softly, "For you."

Will crawled into bed, pulling the covers up around him.

Robin turned, as if to leave.

"Robin, stay with me!" Will cried out. "Please," he added.

When Robin faced Will again, it was with a chair in his hands.

"I'm not going to leave you, Will. At least, not until you fall asleep."

"Fair enough," said Will. "Robin, will you tell me about Father?"

And so, Robin told Will about their father, and about his days growing up on Locksley Manor. As Robin's tales reached their conclusion, and he was pulled from his recollections of the past, his gaze fell on Will, who had finally drifted off to sleep.

Robin stood, placing the chair back in its original position in the corner of the room. He returned to Will, gently brushing the hair from around his eyes. He planted a light kiss on Will's forehead, before leaving to confer with his men about the rescue of Marian and the others.

Pausing in the doorway, Robin turned to regard Will's peaceful form once more.

"Sleep well, little brother," he whispered.

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