I do not own Robin Hood BBC or the characters. Only my own thoughts and that's even questionable.
Knowing something of the loss of a brother-in-arms.
Dedicated to my best friend (Sasquatch). I held him as he died.
For where he has gone I have yet to follow.
(Calvin)
Prologue:
Deviations from script;
Much's talking and ignorance is only an act so he doesn't have to fight as he tends to forget not to kill.
Much survived the Holy Land and fought alongside his master as Robin said in the very first episode. Therefore, he must be at least as good, and knowing how protective he is of his best friend, probably better.
Like my twin we seem to be able to know each other's thoughts and feelings as well as where the other one is. These thoughts/feelings are represented by words here but words cannot truly describe it.
Marian didn't die in the Holy Land, and Djaq and Will returned with Robin and the gang.
For some background to my stories please read:
SilasBrandybuck, Mentor and beta reader. You-ll-Be-the-Death-of-Me
Also:
Empathise-Much
I-Was-There-When-You-Died
A night in town.
With a loud resonating crash the door to the small tavern room splinters open, loudly smashing against the side wall. "YOU!"; Manically screams a sweating fat balding red faced bearded old man hefting an old pitted rusty dagger menacingly in front of him wearing dirty Black Smith leathers.
Wait!"; Cries out Much quickly rolling out of bed naked while swiftly covering his nether region with his shirt while holding out his right palm towards the angry man in the doorway.
Much risks a quick glance at the frightened wide eyed woman still lying in bed with the sheets pulled up to her neck. Much shouts; "Hold on there mate! Who are you!?" Along with a glance confirming the location of his dagger lying on the table to his right close to him.
The red faced angry man glares at Much then at the woman and slowly lowers his weapon. "Oh! Sorry! Wrong room."; Replies the now embarrassed man lowering his dagger while slowly backing out of the room. "Sorry."; Turning and lumbers down the hallway.
Sighing deeply Much relaxes just as Robin wearing only his braies bursts through the open door with a dagger at the ready shouts; "What?!" quickly scanning the room. Robin glances between his nude brother and the nude woman in bed. Much calmly replies; "I don't know but he had the wrong room." as he drops his shirt then pulls on his braies.
From the other end of the tavern hallway they loudly hear from the old man; "Here you are! What are you doing!?" They hear a woman scream, then from the old man; "Who is he? Where'd he go?"
Robin and Much glance at each other knowingly, then swiftly Robin hops onto the bed, pauses, kisses the woman deeply, gazes into her eyes for a moment as he rubs his hand on her cheek, then following his brother out the window tells him; "Nice catch." Much replies; "Thanks." As they jump down from the second story to the ground leaving the rest of their clothes behind.
From up above leaning mostly out the window shaking his fist in anger howling is the red faced old man; "I'll get you!" Now on the ground standing in the glow of the tavern's lanterns the brothers grin at each other then sprint towards their waiting horses. Quickly mounting them they kick their steads into a full gallop.
Side by side Much shouts to his former master; "We need something to wear." Laughing Robin replies; "You are!" Much glares back but doesn't pursue the argument as they race out of town and into the early morning darkness.