A/N: I wrote this a while back but haven't posted it due to the fact I decided to split every Guy/Meg scene in S3, Ep9 into a new chapter. This isn't an AU so it follows exactly what happened in the episode: if you haven't seen it, be warned! I added my own chapter in there as a filler to explore their relationship a little more.

I Thought You Hated Men

Chapter 1- Introductions

Guy of Gisborne stared at the ceiling of his cell, unblinking. He desperately wished that he wasn't in this position, but truthfully, he knew he deserved it. He had not only succeeded in ruining his own life, but also the lives of other innocent people. Marian.

He sighed bitterly: no matter how many times he told himself that she deserved it, he knew she didn't. He had been solely responsible for ending her life. And he hated himself for it. He was willing to accept his fate if it meant release from the thoughts that plagued his mind. She didn't deserve it, he thought sadly, bitterly.

Isabella on the other hand: she can rot in hell, he thought angrily. She was the one who had put him in this cell after Prince John had left rather hurriedly. Still, he thought, smiling satisfactorily, at least he's just a Prince. He thought back to the Prince's coronation when he had donned a guard's uniform in order to get closer to him and Isabella. She had been right though; Hood hadn't allowed him a second shot. Although, he admitted, my first shot didn't do any good anyway. After firing the crossbow he had only succeeded in injuring Isabella's arm: not his intention.

He was wrenched from his thoughts and back into his dreary surroundings by a commotion at the door. Armed soldiers were dragging a girl across the floor, towards the cell next to him.

"Get off me! Get off!" she squealed as they threw her into the cell.

Wonderful, Guy thought. Now I'm not going to get any peace.

"I'll make you pay for this you rancid brutes!" she screamed, clinging to the bars of the cell defiantly. "Men," she muttered disdainfully, obviously talking to herself. "If I had my way they would all disappear in a puff of smoke and the world would be a happier place."

Oh this is excellent, Guy thought, turning his head slightly towards her. She hates men. Can it get much worse?

She turned away from the bars and caught him looking at her. "What are you staring at?" she asked sharply.

Obviously it can, he thought bitterly and turned his head back towards the ceiling.

She studied him closely. "I know you," she said. "You're him aren't you? Isabella's brother. She's a friend of mine."

"Not that close obviously," Guy smirked.

She glared at him and when she spoke, he could detect the venom in her voice. "Her nasty husband did this to me clever."

"Thornton," Guy's smirk grew even wider. "Is he here?" he chuckled maliciously. Finally it looked as though Isabella would get her comeuppance.

"She's terrified of him."

"She shouldn't have run off and left him, then should she?"

"You always were a bit pleased with yourself," she retorted.

Guy looked directly at her now, wondering if she knew him and what she meant.

"I saw you once: the man in black on his black horse. The big I am."

She laughed at the last part, disdain in her eyes. His eyes flicked back up to the ceiling.

"Look at you now: dirty and miserable and small. And now you're going to be executed."

Guy tore his eyes from the ceiling and stared at her.

"By the look of it you might not be far behind," he retorted maliciously and then immediately regretted it at the look in her eyes.

She was shocked. She knew that this man was capable of such cruelty but she hadn't really expected him to be like this when he was staring straight into the jaws of death.

"I hope you go to hell!" she snapped, before abruptly turning her back to him and sitting down on the floor of her cell.

"I'm already there," Guy murmured, downcast, before turning towards the wall. He decided it'd be easier to ignore her.

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