I noticed a lack thereof of Archer fan fiction out there and hope to rectify this…
But first allow me to explain how I came to this decision…
Okay so after watching the series 3 finale and going through a moment…well about an hour or so of "what the crap?!" :L continuing this little rant of mine…they killed Gisbourne…just as I was beginning to like him and warm up to him…and most of all they killed Allan *sniffle*…and…and most importantly they killed our lovely, luscious Lord of Locksley, Robin…ROBIN! *weeps* Despite all these disappointments, I'll have to say the one thing that peeved me most was how they seemingly out the blue introduced Archer…be still my beating heart…and only had the devilishly handsome daring rogue on for 3 bloody episodes! I really liked Archer…for obvious reasons…but more than that the character had so much potential and quite frankly I was pissed to see him introduced so late in the game. Well, I shrugged that's why there's fan fiction!
Alas to quench my Archer needs I went in search of fan fiction from like minded individuals, only to find…to my dismay a great deal of which was lacking or non existent…disappointment after disappointment…I searched a whole afternoon frantically to no avail :L
So I decided to write my own! In which I'm using an OC I created and have been toying around with maybe writing her in the story. It's my first attempt at such a feat…as I am as cheesy as it may sound, a long time reader first time writer…
I don't own any characters from BBC Robin Hood…sigh…oh but if I did…mmm…Archer…Archer… :P
Oh and beware, as this story progresses the smuttier I plan on it getting…there will be smut…oh yes there will be smut… ;P The smut however does in my opinion have precedence in the progression and telling of the story…SO BE WARNED if you're not a smutter than read no further.
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How long had it been since she last seen the gang, last seen Robin Hood and his merry band of outlaws…what was it now 3 years, 4, 5? Not since she was 16, and the Sheriff killed her father, and Robin saved the impulsive girl from her own stupidity and blind sense of vengeance. She went to Nottingham that day with her father's sword and all his training he had instilled in her, with the full intention of slaying the Sheriff, cutting him down where he stand, and gutting him like the pig that he was.
She was brash, a child, and threw caution to the wind. That is why she was caught, that is why she was nearly hung, that was how she met Robin. She boldly and barely cut through 3 of them, leaving two guards dead, and one without the use of his left arm, before they descended on her like a swarm of locus and threw her the dungeon to hang at mornings light. She smiled and chuckled a little thinking of the grown men's look of shock and utter disbelief at the young girl as she sliced into them one after another, sinking her steel deep in them with utter satisfaction. When she was caught some of them were frightened of her, it was apparent, she wasn't human then, she was an animal in bloodlust, a child covered in the blood of men she had just killed. From the way she acted like a caged animal when they threw her in the dungeon, it's no wonder they didn't think her possessed. She smiled thinking of this…well not this exactly…but thinking of how Robin saved her from certain death. As she closed her eyes and resumed to her fate, as the rope tied roughly around her neck, knowing that she would be rejoined with her father on the other side…and then nothing…she opened one eye and found herself in Robin's arms as he carried her off to safety under the cover of Sherwood forest. She had admitted to herself that she in fact had a girlish crush on Robin. He was after all her knight in shining ar…leather…wielding his swift, sharpen, swo…bow of justice.
Well she wasn't the same girl anymore as all those years ago, she was a woman now. Not the girl that tried kicking and screaming to get away from him so she could go back into almost certain death so she could have another shot at revenge.
"Stop struggling! Calm yourself!" he said as she struggled in his arms to get free.
"He…the Sheriff…that bastard…he killed my father!"
A look of concern and empathy now painted over his face a stark contrast from the one of frustration and annoyance he wore earlier.
"What's your name…?"
"Anna…Anna Sovay." she said thrashing in his hold.
"I'm Robin Hood." her eyes widened for a moment, sure she had heard of Robin Hood, even in her and her fathers travels…but this man…Robin? Her mind was preoccupied for the moment on avenging her father to awe in amazement at the man that was currently at the moment between her and vengeance. So he would have to excuse her if she didn't fall into puddles of girlish fan girl shrieks.
"I know…you want the Sheriff dead trust me we all do…but being brash, and impulsive won't get you anywhere…"
She elbowed him in the gut and squirmed around facing him.
"…if you want him dead…why don't you just kill him! Do the world a favor! Coward!" she snapped back bitterly.
The words seemed perfectly called for back then given the circumstances and her youth, but now those words tasted of vinegar in her mouth as she recalled them.
"…look you think you're the first to lose someone you love to the Sheriff!? Will over there lost his father as well!…and plenty others have lost just as you and he has, and even more!…so don't you dare even begin to think that you somehow are more entitled to vengeance…get over yourself, and grow up…stop being a child!"
She stopped squirming, and laid still in his arms…had he just scolded her? He had…and he had been absolutely…completely right. Her ears burned and she turned red from embarrassment at her foolishness.
"Look…" he said loosening his grip around her, "…I know you want revenge…and I promise the Sheriff will pay for his crimes…I'll make sure of it…but you'll do no one any good, especially not your father…if you're dead…he would never want that for you…"
He was right…oh what a fool she had been…it was just her and father for as long as she could remember in a troupe of traveling performers, her father doing sword tricks, and she jumping around and climbing all manner of things, she since a girl had an affinity for acrobatics. Her father had been all she ever had, her mother had been from the east, some foreign land that laid far and undiscovered, how she and the Englishman that was her father met she never knew. Her mother had died in childbirth…so her father had been her world the only world she had ever known…she would shame him acting as she did…
She then broke down into tears, pressing herself into Robin as she cried into his chest. He held her, rocking her back and fourth, comforting her. She remembered how warm, tender, lovingly, and how sad it felt in his arms knowing that she was utterly alone in the world once she left his embrace.
"Sssshhh…" he said comforting, and stroking her head as he held her close.
She remembered leaving him tearstained. It was in that moment of youth she had fallen in love with the legendary Robin Hood…though looking back at it now she knew it was little more than a young schoolgirl's crush…but back then it was love for her, certain and undeniable. And she wanted nothing more than to stay with him and join his gang. She had begged him to allow her to stay with them, but he despite her constant pleas, he said "No." she was young, brash, and impulsive, he reasoned and still a child, and it was dangerous for her. That was it there was no arguing with him…she remember huffing and puffing and being so utterly infuriated at him that she must of looked like a small parakeet brooding on a perch. Before she left though, the anger melted away as he presented her with her fathers sword…she though she had lost it when she was caught in Nottingham. But here it was…he had retrieved it for her…how could she be angry at him…and with that she threw her arms around Robin in one embrace, and kissed him firmly on the cheek. It had been the first time in all her life she had kissed someone other than her father.
"I'll never forget you Robin Hood…"
And she never did…
