Summary: Allan runs into Roy's younger sister as she's been chased by the sheriff's men. When her brother is killed, Belle takes his place in Robin's gang. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Robin Hood or its characters. I only own Belle White.

A/N: So, this is a re-write of the original fic I posted a while ago. I've improved my writing since then, and I've gone through the two chapters I wrote, editing them and adding new bits to them. I hope you enjoy it. I'll continue it this time, I promise.

Happy reading!

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In Your Place

-One-

Roy watched from the alley as his mother and sister hung out their few items of clothing to dry. His sister turned from her spot at the back door to the small dwelling, and she spotted the bag hanging from the line.

"Mother!" She cried, "Mother, look!"

Her mother saw the bag and looked merely confused as to where it had come from. She looked inside it with a very interested daughter by her side to find several coins, and she again looked around her as if trying to find the source of the money. To have so much money there would be suspicious to the Sheriff's guards, but if she hid it well enough, she knew that she could conceal it. Roy watched his little sister with sad eyes, and Robin, noticing his distress, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Roy batted it away almost panicked, and the pair moved away quickly to avoid being seen.

"Come inside, my love." He heard his mother say softly, tugging her daughter's arm to pull her away.

The young brunette turned around just in time to see someone disappearing around the corner.

The sheriff's men plagued Locksley village, and Mary White began to panic at the thought of her daughter being harmed by those ruthless soldiers. Grabbing her daughter's arms, she turned her towards the back door of their home, pushing her lightly forward, anything to get her to safety.

"Run, Belle." She whispered harshly, "Run into the forest and hide!"

"No, Mother! Not without you!" Belle cried as Mary ran a hand through her daughter's thick, dark locks.

"You have to!" Mary told her, "Run, darling! Go!"

Belle kissed her mother's forehead and made a run for it, running deep into the forest in the opposite direction of the guards. She soon realised that she was being followed. She could hear the sound of hooves behind her pounding in her head like her heartbeat. The sheriff's men were close by, but before she could even turn around, she felt a hand grab her arm tightly, pulling her down behind a tree. A hand covered her mouth, causing her to start panicking, but as she managed to look up, she met a pair of bright blue eyes. The sheriff's men passed above them, and the man who'd pulled her down removed his hand from her mouth carefully, watching her intently as she began to calm.

"You alright?" He asked her gently, Belle nodding in response, "What's your name?"

"Belle White…" She told him as she rested a hand on her chest while trying to calm down, "What's your name?"

"Allan A Dale," The man replied, looking at her with furrowed eyebrows, "Hang on…Belle White?"

Belle nodded in response, and to her shock, Allan grabbed her hand as tight as he could, locking their fingers.

"Come with me." He said softly, trying to reassure her, "I'm taking you somewhere safe, alright?"

Belle, who was shaken by the whole experience, smiled weakly at him, unable to stop the tears of fright escaping her eyes.

"Don't cry," He told her as she hurriedly wiped her tears away, "Come on."

"Robin!" Allan called as he pulled Belle into the camp, "Robin!"

"He's gone." John replied, emerging from the woodland and making the pair jump slightly.

He stopped and stared at the girl with Allan, realising why her dark eyes and hair were so familiar to him. He'd not seen her in years, and he discovered that she was wearing the same expression as him. She was obviously more shocked to see him than he was her, but he never expected Allan to find her. Of all of the boys to find her, of course, it would be Allan.

"Belle?!"

"John?!" Belle cried, unable to stop her running over to the older man and hugging him tightly, "What are you doing here? Alice is worried sick about you!"

John just hugged the girl close to him, sighing softly as he found himself unable to answer. Alice. His Alice. He missed his woman so, so much, and he'd give anything to go back to her, but he just couldn't. Not with his current situation.

"You're alive!" Belle exclaimed as tears began to form in her eyes, "You're alive!"

"Belle?"

Another voice sounded, causing everyone to turn around. John closed his eyes and rubbed a hand over his face, dreading Belle's reaction to seeing the newcomer to the camp. The young woman's face went a horrible shade of grey, and Allan looked at John with wide eyes. He knew that this wasn't going to end very well. The poor girl looked like she was about to collapse.

"R-Roy?" Belle breathed, eyes rolling as her stomach twisted with anxiety and shock.

Her legs began to feel incredibly weak, and she became dizzy and light headed at the sight of her brother, who she thought this whole time was dead. John only just managed to catch her as she fainted, collapsing heavily into his arms. Allan whistled and scratched the back of his head as he looked between Roy, John and the young girl.

"Great…"

"Belle?"

Belle could hear a familiar voice, and no matter how she tried, she struggled to open her eyes. When she finally opened those beautiful brown orbs, they met two eyes so similar to her own. Sitting herself up, she found herself having to take her time due to going dizzy with every movement.

"Roy..." She breathed, looking up at her big brother, "Roy, you're alive!"

"I'm so sorry, Belle." Roy whispered gently, stroking his baby sister's cheek to calm her, "What are you doing out here?"

"The sheriff's men have come to Locksley Village." She told him, trying to hold her emotions together, "They've come for taxes, and we can pay them, but they're going to wonder where the money's come from."

"It's alright," Roy told her, "It'll be alright, Belle."

Deep down in her heart, Belle knew full well that it probably wouldn't be. She had a sick feeling in her stomach that her life was about to change forever.

-TBC-

Hope you enjoyed!

Thanks for reading so far!

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