"How long will you be staying?"

"Until Sunday morning."

"What is the purpose for visit?"

"Weekend getaway."

"Where will you be staying?"

"With a family friend. Would you need his address?" Robin asked the customs officer.

"Yes, Miss West."

Robin pulled out her wallet with the address to John Burkart's resident and handed it to the officer.

"And Miss West, what is your occupation."

She leaned in as precaution for her own safety as she softly spoke. "Sailor for the United States' Navy."

The officer looked up at her. Automatically Robin pulled out her military issued ID card and passed it to the officer. After a quick inspection of her ID, the officer stamped her passport and handed it back to her with her ID card tucked inside. "Welcome to England, Miss West. I hope you enjoy your stay."

Robin nodded her thanks as she gather her two IDs and her duffle bag before heading through the rest of the arrival gate of Heathrow Airport. She quickly texted her uncle that she was about to leave the passenger area to the public area he where he was waiting. Her walked slowed down as she crossed paths with the Arrival and Departure boards. Robin's heart sank a little as she saw a British Airway flight scheduled to depart for Seattle. It's been six months since she left home for her first duty station; while Robin and Zelena barely talked to each other, they were trying. Robin had been trying since she received the quilt her mother had made for her as a birthday gift a couple of months back.

"Little Bird!"

The sailor smiled as she saw her honorary uncle. "Uncle John!" She yelped in surprise when her father's best friend lifted her up and twirled her around as they hugged.

"My have you grown!" John held his hand just over her head and brought it up to his chest. "You were just a tyke the last time I saw you. There is no doubt you are Rob's daughter. You have your mother's jawline, but practically everything else screams Rob. Maybe I should start calling you 'The Princess of Thieves'."

"Well, my name is technically 'Robin Hood'. Just hyphenated."

John gestured for her to sit down next to him as they waited in the Public Area for Roland's flight to arrive. "If you don't mind me asking, Little Bird, why don't you go by your full name?"

"Legally I do, but for general papers and when people call me by name I want to be a West because I was named after him so I should have my mom's name as well. I'm a West as well as a Hood. Also I got tired of the teasing as a kid when I introduced myself as Robin Hood, but I've learned to accept it. Didn't have a choice in boot camp. They went full last name. I was Hood-West the entire time. Everyone of course just called me 'Hood'. Except my RDCs, the moment they learned my name I was 'Outlaw' or 'RPOC' the entire two months."

"RDCs? RPOC?"

"RDCs, Recruit Division Commanders, my drill sergeants I guess would be the easiest way to describe them. RPOC, Recruit Chief Petty Officer. I was my division's leader so I worked with my RDCs quite a lot to keep order with the division. Someone or a group failed, I failed because I'm their leader. I should have been able to resolve the problems in my division without getting the RDCs involved unless it was above what I could do with my limits as a recruit."

John chuckled. "Okay, good to know basically the same no matter what branch or country. Blimey, I can remember my boot days. So, what do you two plan to do this weekend?"

"Actually…" Robin took a deep breath. "Uncle John, do you still run a tattoo parlor as well as the tavern?"

"Aye. Why?"

"Twenty bucks my mom is going to be pissed when she sees this." Robin said before clenching her teeth into the sleeve of her flannel shirt.

"No bet, we both know you'll two have another row and then forget it ever happened." Roland was flexing is cling film wrapped around his arm to help ease the burning sensation throbbing on his inner forearm. "Stop being a girl, Robbie! It's just a tattoo."

"Oi! At least girls can take a pounding unlike your crippling ass when you get hit below the belt!" Robin retorted.

The buzzing of the tattoo needle stopped suddenly as their Uncle John was wiping tears away from laughing so hard at Robin's comeback. "Oh boy, I know Ol' Rob is cursing at me over you two. Watch yourself Roland, little bird is a real spitfire. Brace yourself, little bird this might hurt."

"How bad could it be? You got the outlined fin- FUCK! SHIT! DAMN IT! BALLS!" Robin screamed as John worked on a sensitive spot of her inner forearm.

"Uncle John, the Navy has corrupted my sister she's so vulgar!" Roland feigned hurt as John continued working on Robin's tattoo.

Robin flipped off her brother. "There is a reason the saying is 'swear like a sailor' not a 'swear like a marine'."

"You're a support branch. Us Marines do the real work compared to you stuck up posh rust buckets." Roland playfully jabbed.

"Hey Ro, don't you remember what Marine stands for? My Ass Rides In Navy Equipment. Our rust buckets carries your ass to the fight, jarhead."

"Squid."

"Cult."

"Alrighty Little Hoods, two Sherwood Specialty coming right up." John placed the shot glasses in front of the Hood Siblings as they sat in the corner part of the bar. "How is your arm feeling you two?"

Both Robin and Roland looked down at their freshly cleaned arms. A slight glisten was over their tattoos from the ointment. It was still slightly red from where their blood rushed to take care of traumatized area. The two had discussed it in length what they were going to get to represent their father, it naturally fell to them getting a lion on their right inner forearm like him. Roland had their uncle ink him with an exact replica of their father's. Robin did feel like have a lot of solid black on her arm so she got a more detailed version of the lion that took up most of her arm.

"Burning and throbbing." Robin answered.

"No worries, that'll fade eventually. Just remember not to scratch it once it starts scabbing. Right, two Sherwoods ready to go. Little Bird, since this is your first drink I best warn you toss it back and swallow immediately."

The Hood Siblings picked up their shot glasses and turned towards each other. "A toast to the old man." Roland suggested. The turned towards the photo of their father and Roland's mother behind the bar. "Dad, we now bare the lion like you do. We promise to honor your memory, to live by what you've taught us to be honorable, even when things get tough we are to always remain honorable."

Roland's throat started to tighten and he couldn't continue. Robin spoke up with a watery voice. "To your legacy that we promise to carry on. We are your legacy. Cheers!"

They clinked their glasses, tapped it onto the bar top before throwing their shot back. Robin coughed not expecting the burning sensation down her throat going immediately to her stomach. "BLOODY HELL!"

John and Roland laughed. While John got a glass a water for her, Roland was patting her back. "You okay there, Champ?" Robin flipped her brother off before chugging the water placed in front of her. "Congrats, Robbie! You had your first big girl drink. Three years before the legal limit back home! Since it's your first time drinking, let's start you off easy. Uncle John, Strongbow for Robbie. As for me I'd like to try whatever was Dad's favorite drink. And we might need some of the tavern's burgers."

Robin leaned against her brother's shoulder as the effect of the shot began to settle. Tingling at the back of her neck, lightheadedness that felt great and not woozy. She pulled out her phone and sent a photo text to Alice of herself standing in front of a sign that said 'Welcome to London'.

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