Title: Outlaws2006 - Chapter One: The Storm
Rating: PG
Author: moonmajik and Tanya
Synopsis: Robin and his gang of outlaws, plus Guy of Gisnborne and the Sheriff, get swept 800 years into the future, to the year 2006, into the ladies bathroom of a Starbucks Coffee House. Follow their journey as they get to grips with their new surroundings. Based on the BBC's 2006 Robin Hood.
Pairings: Robin/OC, Will/OC, Alan/Djaq
Disclaimer: We do not own Robin Hood or any associated comments, such as "We go to Nottingham" or "Not being Funny, but..." Especially do not own the Sheriff. Damn. We do, however, own Charli and Tanya. In the later Chapters, there may be other characters that we own.
"Did you see the Sheriff's face?" The young man laughed so hard that he was in danger of falling of the log that he and his friends were sat on. "I mean, when Much appeared from the privy, he was just so shocked..."
"Yes Will" Alan grinned, "I'm not being funny, but you've already asked us that five times"
"Well, it was funny" The outlaw defended himself. "Much, when is this food going to be ready?" The young outlaw sat opposite them across the fire laughed.
"Thinking of your stomach Will?" Robin grinned, "I'd have thought you would never eat again, not after being stuck in the Privy while Gisborne used it." Will paled.
"You had to remind me of that!" Djaq spluttered with laughter as Will uncomfortable brushed off his clothes.
"That's the last time I agree to a plan which uses the privy as an escape route!"
"You said that last time. And the time before that." Much poked the fire with a stick, then glanced up at his friend, a mischievous smile on his face, "and the time before that, if I recall."
"Yes, well, this time I mean it!" Will exclaimed. "Wild horses couldn't get me back inside that Privy." Laughter burst out from everyone, and the chatter and banter continued throughout the meal and well into the night.
It was hours later before Robin finally rose from the group and stretched widely. "Well my friends. It is time for me to retire for the night. Today's exertions have left me somewhat tired."
"What exertions!" Much huffed. "I thought that creating and causing trouble with the Sheriff and Guy came naturally to you these day?"
"Much…" Robin warned his close friend with a menacing look.
"Okay, okay" He held his hands up in defence. "I was just jesting, my lord."
Robin shook his head and turned to leave. "Will, keep usual watch."
He headed away from his men and to his so-called bed; it consisted of an old musty blanket and a few damp leaves. Sighing loudly, he plonked himself down heavily and closed his eyes. Surely things were to get better around here? Things had gone from bad to worse since his return from the Holy War and his 'exertions', as Much had plainly put, were only helping to some extent. What he needed was a well-earned break.
The thudding sound of horse's hooves woke Robin with a start; the vibrations rippling through his body like thunder. He knew by the sound that there were many of them and he also knew that they were in grave danger; they'd been discovered. No-one had ever just 'stumbled' upon their hide-out before. It was too well hidden. No…these people knew where they were going; they were here for Robin and his men.
His worst fear was confirmed when he heard the warning whistle sound nearby; they needed to move fast. "Will!" Robin was on his feet like lightening and sprinting back towards his men. "Will!"
Will appeared suddenly through the trees, panting and sweating, a look of pure horror on his face. "Robin-"
"What do you see? How many?" Robin cut him off.
"At least twenty!" Will sputtered out, trying to catch his breath.
Robin ran his hand over his face and cursed. This was not good. They needed to formulate a plan and pretty quick.
"Master, what do we do?" Much asked wildly.
"I'm thinking!" Robin snapped. He looked around the camp several times and then back to his men. "We stick together." He stated.
"What?" Little John choked out.
"Since when have we stuck together in this situation? We've always split up!" Alan protested.
"No time to argue," Robin waved them off. "We need to go, now!"
The twenty or so (Will had never been excellent at mental arithmetic) horses galloped into the clearing a few seconds later. It was obvious that it had been the outlaw's camp, as their day-to-day litter was still strewn about the forest floor, but there was not an outlaw in sight. The Sheriff of Nottingham let out an angry cry and pushed one of his accompanying guards of his horse in frustration.
"You, go that way" he directed a small group of guards, "and you that way. Gisborne, your with me!" The party split up, the Sheriff and Gisborne, by chance, trotted off in the same direction taken by Robin and his band of outlaws only moments before.
They had been trotting quickly through the forest for a few minutes, when Gisborne caught sight of a man running through the forest before them. His shout spurred the sheriff, who had been muttering to himself, into a canter, and together their horses crashed through the undergrowth in hot pursuit of the men they were chasing.
The horses were, of course, faster than the running men, and Gisborne and the Sheriff soon caught up with them. Usually one to taunt from afar, the Sheriff dropped back slightly to allow Gisborne to over take them and block their way deeper into the forest.
The outlaws stopped and drew together in a tight knit group, weapons at the ready, as Gisborne dismounted in front of them and the Sheriff brought his horse to a stop behind them.
"Well, well, Hood, you are in trouble now" Gisborne seethed, drawing his sword.
"You can't take on all of us," Robin reasoned, fairly confidently.
"No" The Sheriff agreed, but I have 20 guards roaming the forest who will come at my beck and call, they don't have a problem taking on all of you."
Digesting this new information, the outlaws moved closer together and readied themselves for a fight. As they did so, a strong wind began to howl through the small clearing, one which quickly gathered strength. Trees creaked and the outlaws found themselves clinging together so that their combined weight kept them on the ground.
"What's happening?" Will tried to call, but the wind snatched his voice away as the sound left his mouth, and no one heard him. The gale began to form a vortex, the winds spinning around a central point. There was a scream as the Sheriff, complete with his horse, got sucked into the mass of whirling winds, and then a cry as Gisborne followed him.
The winds got stronger and stronger, until trees were ripped out of the ground by their roots and spun round and round above the outlaws heads. Soon the wind became too much, and as one the group was lifted into the air. It was all they could do to hang on to one another as they joined the Sheriff and Gisborne in whatever fate awaited them.
