A/N: It's time I picked up where "End Game" left off. If you recall, the Sheriff has put Gisbourne in the dungeon because Robin and Marian escaped and back in Sherwood the whole gang is finally reunited. Hope you like it. I haven't written much more than this first chapter, so I'm more than happy to incorporate input!

Gisbourne sat stewing in his cell. There was no way the Sheriff would get away with this. He was one of Prince John's sworn Black Knights. He was trusted enough in the eyes of the would-be king, surely he would be saved from this humiliation.

He looked away in disgust when the pox-faced jailer approached him and unlocked the cell door.

"Sheriff wants you," he said haughtily, as if his status were raised by the presence of so high a personage in his dungeon.

Gisbourne punched him and continued down the corridor without an escort.

Once in the Sheriff's chamber, he burst out ferociously, "You will pay for this! I have borne your condescension in quiet, I have bowed to your will at the expense of my honor, I have only done whatever you asked of me, and so help me, when John hears of this, he will have you pay."

"Oh, Guy, come now, John wouldn't have a word to say about it, would you, John?" he said, turning to a man who had previously been waiting in the shadowy corner of the room.

Stepping forward, he responded with a snarky grin, "Oh no, not a word, dear Vasey."

Gisborne couldn't conceal his dumb surprise.

"So I think we need to have a group meeting," Robin said as the gang was finishing supper.

"Well, we're all here," Much said, always the first to respond to his Master.

"Yes, so we are all here. It seems we have two orders of business, lads. First being the reinitiation of two wayward member who have returned to us after a stint in the castle—"

Allan and Marian smiled at this.

"—and the second being how we're going to get enough food to enough people in the months of January and February."

Wanting to sound useful, Allan offered, "Well, I've made some friends in the town storehouses, they probably wouldn't notice if we took some provisions off their hands."

Little John said one word: "Good."

They all looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders and explained, "Hunting, I do not like."

John's dislike of the bow was well known. Perhaps if deer could be killed with a blow to the head by a staff, then he might not mind hunting. As it were, he was more than happy to accept Allan's idea for food.

"All right," Robin said. "Fine idea. And you lead us back to the first item, Allan." Looking to the others, Robin continued, "So how should we let them back in?"

Marian rolled her eyes. Robin wasn't always looking for attention, but he often was. And tonight, he was lapping it up.

"I think we should make them sing!" Much exclaimed, merely as a pretense for him to sing himself.

"No!" Djaq and Will shouted at the same time.

Everyone laughed, much to Much's dismay.

"We could have them pass a test of honesty," Will suggested, having never lost the suspicion in his eyes as he looked at Allan.

The gang seemed to agree with this proposal and set about forming some rules.