This is probably one of my favourite fics out of the ones I have written. I worked on it for so long, 12 days straight, and so excellently beta'd by Bob, LostInFictionLIF, she has been my fanfiction rock!

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Summary: The Five Times Marian Didn't Cry and the One Time She Did.

The Five Times Marian Didn't Cry and the One Time She Did.

One

'Robin of Locksley you get back here right now!' screamed a four year old Marian, hair raging in a wavy mass on her head, flying in all sort of crazy directions some what representing the mood she was in. He always aggravated her in such a way only he knew humanly possible; everybody else just seemed to over look it. She took off at a sprint and darted after him down the hall. Quite what he had done nobody knew, but whenever he was around Marian, they knew it was going to be something. He ran for his life that day, and she wasn't far behind him.

It was actually funny, a boy of seven running from a girl of four with her hot on his heels. Well she had been until it came to the T-junction he ran around so fast and stopped that she ran straight into him and went flying over. Sprawling out in a delicate manner is a hard thing to accomplish, but somehow Marian managed it every time. Or so Robin thought. Scrape, cut, blood, trickling down her leg, but she hadn't cared about the gash on her knee, she had caught up with him. Laughing manically at the blood running down her leg she faced him. She was wearing that adorable four year old scowl that said 'I'm so telling Father on you!'

'You Robin! Are in big trouble!'

'Me? What did I do?' He laughed openly, knowing that it would only annoy her further something he loved to do. It was just so easy he could barely resist. He raised his eyebrows and laughed some more when Marian looked a little put out at him. Standing slowly, he backed off from her a little. He'd asked her the question so innocently, flashing her his award winning smile he had from such an early age. But smiling would get him nowhere, not with Marian in the mood she was in.

'You know exactly what you did!' she kicked him then at that moment. A time when every other girl would be brawling because they ripped their favourite dress and cut their knee, she was showing Robin of Locksley what for. She kicked him heartily in the shin once again, Robin let out a yelp of pain. He bent over and grabbed his soon to be bruised shin. 'Did that hurt?' Marian smirked; she had enjoyed the damage she did wreak.

'Yes!' he almost cried in pain as he looked up at Marian.

'Good!' She shrilled in an upbeat manner, before smiling innocently; Robin looked at her gutted as she ran off. Four years old and she had enough kick power to make him come out in a bruise. She had to be worth keeping an eye on purely because if he didn't, he may end up with even more bruises. God knows where he might end up with bruises in the future, it didn't even bare thinking about, it was painful enough just contemplating the thought.

Marian ran off back to her Father, Robin chasing after her but more slowly. She was injured after all. Not that she would take that as a reason for him to slow up on her, because she was too proud to want the aid of him, especially if it was 'his fault' in the first place, that made him the last person she wanted help from.

'Father? Where's Sarah?' She asked innocently as her fathers eyes fell upon the rip in her dress and the blood on her knee. They widened, Why does Robin find the need to wind her up so much? She's nearly out of dresses!

'Good Lord in Heaven what did you do?'

'Robin tripped me over,' Robin blinked when he heard this, 'But its okay, I just need Sarah to clean it up for me.' Robin blinked again even harder when Edward turned to him after pointing his infant in the direction of her Maid. That wasn't fair, Robin hadn't done anything wrong, she'd been chasing him, for something he said, but that didn't make it his fault.

'Robin why do you aggravate her so?' Robin's father asked him, looking at his son with an amused expression painting his features. What was it with children and fighting those they loved? Robin hadn't known her long, but his father could tell from the first time they had been put together he'd fallen for her, head over heels.

'It's fun!' Robin said simply, looking at Edward. 'I'm sorry about her dress Sheriff, but she fell over me, I didn't trip her up.' He really hadn't, he couldn't think why he had stopped, he didn't really know but he had, and he supposed it was sort of his fault, but he'd never admit to it. He never did.

'Never mind about it Robin,' Edward smiled; laughing it off, There goes another dress. She had only know Robin about 3 months and in that time she had had 20 new scabs and he had to buy 6 new dresses to replace the ones she ruined. Robin was confused, Marian's dress was ruined, once again, her leg bloody, once again, and as far as her father knew it was his fault, once again, it was his fault anyway, once again, but why was he not in trouble for this? Once again! He shrugged it off and took leave in the same direction as Marian had gone. Once again.

'I don't think we'll need our arrangement after all Locksley,' Edward laughed looking after where their children had walked. It was strange, normally in such circumstances those subject to it hated each other, but not, it seemed, in this case.

'No Edward I don't think we will.' They laughed breezily clinking together their chalices. 'I don't think we will.' An arrangement which had been in place many years before either child was born. If the families were to have different gender child there was the agreement between the Lords that they would be arranged to marry. It just so happened that these two seemed already to be on the right path.

Wherever Marian went, Robin always seemed to follow, and visa versa. If Marian was ever in any trouble, Robin would help her, and be by her side, keep her eternally safe.