Home
Summary: Home is where the heart is, so they say. Will/Djaq oneshot.
Timeline: Post-S2 (ignoring S3).
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author's Note: Written three years ago!
Will's father used to tell him that home was where the people you loved most were, no matter if that place was a castle or a tent. If that was the case, Will supposed that his home was now the flat-roofed house he lived in with his wife.
Yet he felt like a ghost in this still-unfamiliar land, unable to communicate fluently with anyone except Djaq and Bassam, watched for and even a little feared by people who caught a glimpse of his pale skin. He was unused to the extremes in temperature, unused to the sand and hard earth that stretched as far as he could see. In his mind's eye, there was always a picture of a leaf-littered floor and roughly-hewed wooden fittings, pots and pans hanging in a makeshift kitchen, a storehouse filled with stolen riches.
He knew that Djaq was comfortable in her homeland, happy to be able to practise the customs of her people without fear, on familiar soil. So he kept his thoughts to himself, giving into wistful memories of Sherwood, the outlaws and his brother only when he was alone in his workroom. As happy as he was to be with the woman he loved, he could not help feeling like an outsider in a land that was hers alone, not his.
The pigeon arrived almost seven months after they had wed. Prince John is coming, Djaq read aloud from the note the bird carried, signed with Robin's symbol. We need your help.
Her lips pursed in an expression of grim determination as she looked over and nodded at her husband. He echoed her gesture. Without a word, she left the room to begin gathering their things.
Will gazed out the window and fingered the tag he still wore around his neck. A smile widened on his face.
He was going home.
Fin