Summary: This is set after season 2 finale and doesn't ignore any part of the season, so obvs there will probably be major spoilers. However I've decided if miracles happen anywhere its the Holy land. Read this first chapter and you'll probably see where I'm going with the story. The majority will be set in Nottingham and follow the outlaws renewed fights against the Sheriff, Guy, and Prince John. Focused a lot on Guy and Robin's relationship with Marian although minor Will/Djaq.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of BBC Robin Hood, not even a fingernail. Everything belongs to the BBC, I've just played with their creations in an attempt to come-up with a way season 3 won't be totally atrocious. Probably tell I'm not a fan of the killing off of a certain Lady, but anyway this is drifting away from being a disclaimer. This is non-profit and just for fun.
He stood on the deck of the ship staring out to sea, letting the furious ocean spray salty tears onto his face. Except the tears were his. No they were hers. Marian's. His whole body shuddered just thinking her name. He gazed into the swirling ocean and saw her face, still glowing even when she was moments from death. He saw her smile as she pulled that sword from her flesh. Gisborne's sword.
Robin's fists clenched, nails digging into palms until they drew thin lines of blood. His eyes stung as the sea flung more tears onto his face. He had often thought of the day he would marry Marian, thought it would be the happiest day of his life, knowing they were bound together for the rest of their days in blissful matrimony. But Guy had stolen that life from him. He had struck her down with one swift blow. The woman he loved.
Robin wanted to scream out, to tear the ship apart. He wanted to hate and destroy and bellow until he tore the boards from beneath his feet and fell, fell until there was nothing between him and the dark disturbing sea, until he was enveloped in its suffocating embrace and he would no longer feel the pain of mortality. But he was silent, and he was still, as he tore and slashed his insides to pieces.
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A week earlier…
Djaq swept down the stairs of Bassam's house, the Sun just high enough to send a few pinky rays through the windows. She had spent her first night in Will's bed (well technically it was her bed she corrected) and she smiled at the memory. He had been so gentle, he always was, but as she had known before he had an intensely passionate side hidden beneath his quiet exterior. It gave her a shiver of excitement. She was glad they had not waited to consummated their relationship, both seeing the fragility of their happiness in Robin and Marian's unspeakable separation the day before. Marian…
Djaq headed for the main reception room and saw the still corpse resting on a table, a thin sheet of muslin shrouding the body. Robin had taken her to a grave but he couldn't bear to see her lowered into the darkness, to discard her in an unmarked hole. Bassam had offered the use of the family gravesite, situated in the gardens of his house and Robin had asked for her to be buried under the tallest tree. It had reminded him of Sherwood and he had hoped it would keep her close to him.
Djaq moved closer to the body. She saw the way the breeze caused the muslin to gently flutter up and down, reminding her of Will's chest as he held her to him while he slept. She had snuck away from that sleeping chest this morning, she wasn't quite sure why. She loved being in his arms but she had felt the need to roam that morning, roam and think and not appear too dutiful. She shook her head at herself amused. No she would not let him transform her into a helpless fool doting on her lover, even if it did have some perks. She looked at the body again and her amusement melted into sadness as she let out a sigh. Will would start work on the coffin today. She moved closer to the body, the muslin was still slowly floating up and down, like she was breathing even in death. Breathing…
Djaq curiously pulled back the cloth and stared down at Marian's face. Leaning closer she put her ear to the girl's mouth and heard the faintest, the gentlest of rasps.
"Will!"
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