Unspoken Agreement
Summary: Will and Allan have a talk about their feelings for Djaq. One-shot.
Timeline: Set shortly after 1x08 (Tattoo? What Tattoo?)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author's Note: Written two years ago for the prompt "days".
They didn't talk about what had happened until four days after the fact, whilst setting off to gather more firewood.
"So," Allan said to Will once they were out of earshot. "You love her." The words appeared to slip out almost casually, but there was a slight accusatory edge to his voice that Will wasn't sure how to take.
Will glanced at his friend, but Allan's eyes were trained straight ahead as they walked. "I never said that," he replied quietly, cautiously.
"Yeah, but you think you do."
Will didn't answer.
"What d'you reckon we should do?"
Will stopped walking and stared at Allan, who followed suit and halted with his hands on his hips. "About what?"
"Well," Allan waved one hand, gesturing back and forth between them. "Should we... I dunno, should one of us step aside or something?"
Will blinked. "What?"
"We both like her," Allan pointed out. "She can't like both of us."
With a sharp exhale, the young carpenter shook his head. "Look, Allan, can't we just forget about it? I mean, it's Djaq. She's..." He trailed off, pressing his lips together.
The other outlaw nodded. "Yeah," he agreed quietly.
An awkward moment passed, cementing a silent agreement never to speak of their respective feelings for the Saracen woman to each other ever again.
"Right then," Allan said cheerfully, turning aside and walking on. "Firewood."
Fin