Disclaimer: This is not mine in any way, shape, or form. It belongs to BBC, and to the creators of this particular interpretation of the legend, Foz Allan and Dominic Minghella. If it were mine, season three would have been different. And there would be no such character as Kate...

A/N: These were written for the fifth Ultimate Drabble Challenge (UDC5) over at the Jedi Council Forums (boards . the force . net). The point is to write twenty sets of five drabbles (In terms of the challenge in particular, drabbles are defined as short pieces of only a hundred words, no more, no less) over twenty weeks based on the given prompts every week.

1. Doctor

"How are we supposed to get that out?"

"I don't know."

"Then what are we supposed to do?"

"I don't know, Much. Stop asking questions."

"Sorry. I just want to know how we're supposed to get it out of the tree…"

"Don't look at me. I'm a physician, not Robin. I don't have half a plan, Much."

"Djaq?"

"Yes, Much?"

"Maybe we should go get Will and Allan."

"Good ide- ah! Allan!"

"What? Thought I'd save you the trouble of finding me."

"You're an idiot."

"Yeah? You're also the one who cooks squirrel."

"I do not!"

"Much?"

"What?"

"Shut up!"

2. Companion

I tried to have it all…

Shattered moments replayed in front of his eyes when the words passed through his lips. His gaze was met with a disbelieving look.

Isabella was no Marian. She never would be. She never could be.

His past was with Marian. She had made him something special – Marian had given Robin Hood everything he wanted to fight for. Now that she was gone, he was broken. It was an undeniable truth. Marian had been his inspiration, his only reason to fight when things were difficult.

I tried to have it all…

His future was alone.

3. Time

He left her. He left her behind for war. He had gone away, probably never to return. In the process, he had broken her heart. He did not love her.

After all, if he did, would he have truly left her for a war that he might not come back from?

Months passed. Eventually, she would stop spending her days looking out the window, hoping – praying – to see his silhouette on the road back to Nottingham. In her heart, Marian knew that it was useless. He would come back when it was over.

She would not be waiting for him.

4. Space

There was sand everywhere. The land surrounding the Crusaders' camp was covered in it. Sand, dust, and more sand.

Captain Robin of Locksley rose to that every morning. At times, he reminisced of other sand – and the people who waited for him at home.

His mind would wander across the seas, back to England. Marian was an overarching thought in his mind.

He also found that he regretted much. He was torn between her and protecting his King.

Robin still prayed that she would be waiting for him at home. He missed her.

There was too much space between them.

5. Dimensions

"See, it's all about the dimensions, Much," Will insisted. The only response he received was silence. "Much?"

"Why do I have to help with this?" the former manservant asked.

"Because Robin said so."

Much began muttering under his breath. He glared at the hammer the tall carpenter had handed him less than an hour before. The supposed attempt to create a hideout was not going well (in his opinion).

"You're supposed to be working on that part, Much," Will reminded him, waving a hand in the general direction.

Several moments later, Much let out a yelp.

That hammer was evil.

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