Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood BBC, but I do own my wonderful assassin.
Chapter 1- Stone Work
Guy of Gisborne crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the Sheriff pace back and forth excitedly. "Gisborne, this is it! The day we finally get rid of Hood!" His eyes lit with maniacal glee, but Guy shared none of his excitement. Vaisey had been plotting Hood's death with twice as much force since the death of his sister, and Guy had grown bored of listening to his half-formed plans. "Guy!" the Sheriff stopped pacing as a wagon was heard in courtyard, "They're here." The Sheriff grinned and sat down with a forced calm to hide his excitement.
Guy scoffed under his breath; the man was a lunatic in grief.
A guard hurried into the room, "My Lord, a man called Esdin is here; says he wants to see you."
"Yes, yes, yes, send him in!" The Sheriff yelled him away.
Esdin? Guy raise an eyebrow, he did not recognize the name. "My Lord?"
The Sheriff snapped around to face Gisborne. "I have brought outside resources to deal with our little problem, Gizzy." Guy rolled his eyes and sighed. "Since you seem to be incapable." The Sheriff turned back around and muttered, "Besotted with a leper."
Guy allowed himself a moment to sulk silently. Vaisey had also been twice as ruthless to him since Davina's death. It was a small price to pay for what he would earn, though. Guy straightened up as two men came into the room.
The first man was tall and broad. His leather armor was well-crafted and of a style Guy had never seen before. He had dark red hair and a thick, trimmed beard. He was well-armed beneath his cloak. His companion was the opposite. Very small, half his width, and covered entirely by a hooded cloak. Guy could see nothing of this person.
"Ah, Esdin!" The Sheriff stood and charmingly crooned to the visible man. "So glad you could make it."
The man nodded, and his voice was calmly powerful as he answered, "You asked, I appear, Sheriff."
The Sheriff smiled and clapped his hands, "Right! I trust there were no troubles on your journey?"
"None, my Lord Sheriff."
"No outlaws?"
The man furrowed his brow, "You send for guests when you expect them to be attacked by outlaws?"
Guy could've laughed at the Sheriff's face when the man spoke. But he didn't of course.
The Sheriff recovered his poise, "No, no. Only some people who travel the roads find them a problem from…" the Sheriff scrambled and finally crooned, "wherever you're from."
Guy glanced at the Sheriff as he sat down. He didn't even know where these people were from? What were they?
Esdin smirked, "I am sure they do, if they travel by roads." He and his partner shared a mirthful glance. Guy stared to get a glimpse beneath the hood, but he could see nothing.
"Ah, yes. Now, about my problem. Gisborne, this is Esdin, Master of The Tower assassins. I have asked his help with a little outlaw problem."
"Assassins?" Guy finally spoke up.
"Yes, Gisborne, assassins. I have hired the very best!" he gestured to Esdin and the other one.
"My Lord Sheriff, I leave you with my very best, as requested."
The Sheriff balked, "You are not the one to take care of my little problem?"
Esdin laughed, a bold controlling laugh, "You asked for my best, Sheriff. You requested someone sly and stealthy to take care of your problem secretly." He put a hand on the shoulder of the cloak beside him, "This is it."
Vaisey looked dubiously at Guy who shrugged. He had nothing to do with this; although, if it failed Guy would bear Vaisey's wrath.
"Isn't he rather, small?"
"Less suspicious that way."
The Sheriff considered this. "Will he still be able to kill Hood?"
Esdin cocked a powerful brow, "You doubt me and my assassin?" his hand fell gently on the pommel of his sword. Guy pushed away from the wall and copied the man.
"No, no!" the Sheriff waved his hands, "Gisborne, lay off!" Gisborne shrank back into the wall as much as he could for being so tall. "I am simply protecting my interests." The Sheriff picked his words carefully.
Esdin nodded and his hand fell at his side again, "I understand."
The Sheriff looked between the Master and his assassin. "He can fight?" Guy stared the man in the eyes.
Esdin grinned, "Would you like a demonstration, Sir Guy?"
"Let us see him, first."
"No. The money first, and then we will be go into the yard to show off your new assassin."
The Sheriff clapped, "Money first? I do not buy things that do not work."
Esdin met the Sheriff's eyes and tone, "We trusted you in coming here at all, Vaisey," he spit out the man's name. "The least you can do is trust us in return."
The Sheriff sighed and stood straight. "Very well," he muttered. "Boy!" he flicked at a serving boy Guy had not noticed before.
The boy walked cautiously towards the assassins and held out a shaking bag. Esdin smiled and took the bag. He shifted it in his hands, feeling the weight of it. "Very good, my Lord Sheriff."
The Sheriff called for guards to escort and stomped out to the courtyard with the assassins behind. Guy was last out of the room. He watched the two assassins walk in front of him. The cloaked one walked very straight. His posture was perfectly upright, and his feet were graceful as they walked surely over the stone floor. Guy sneered.
The light of the courtyard temporarily blinded the assassins and Guy as they came outside. The Sheriff stood in the middle rocking back and forth on heels barely concealing a grin of delight. "Right, well, Gisborne draw your sword, let us see this assassin in action." Gisborne obeyed. "Guard, fetch a sword for our friend."
Esdin laughed, "Sheriff, do you not expect that we fight with our own weapons?" Esdin and his companion spoke very close together as Guy took his place in the center of the courtyard, sword drawn.
The cloaked assassin removed his hood. A long blonde braid and feminine face appeared. Guy and the Sheriff blanched.
"A woman!?" the Sheriff roared much like a cat. "You send me a woman to kill Robin Hood!"
The woman removed her cloak. She wore similar leather studded armor to Esdin's, but her armor was more form-fitting and laced with dark purple instead of red. Guy could see thin flashes silver reinforcing parts of it when she moved in the sunlight. Guy could not discern what color her eyes were as she watched him.
Guy bent down to the Sheriff, "My Lord, suppose this is a trick for the gold." Guy would like nothing better than to have Hood dealt with, but Vaisey would be furious if the assassin turned out to be useless. And Guy would buy the brunt of his anger.
Esdin crossed his arms. "You requested my most sly, my least suspicious, my best assassin. Here she is. From what I've head of Robin Hood, he is an advocate for the poor, for the weak. This includes the weaker sex," he gestured to the woman who nodded, smiling. "Who better to kill Robin Hood than someone who he thought needed protection."
The Sheriff grinned uneasily, only half-swayed by his words. "Let's find out."
The woman drew a sword from her side. Her sword was a silvery dark grey and slightly curved. It appeared neither metal nor fortified stone but both. She twirled in an arc around her hand.
Guy readied his. They two stood feet from each other, neither moving. The woman held her sword at her side, entirely open. Guy charged.
He swung at her shoulders, but she saw him coming. She parried his sword with her own making a strange metal on stone scrape. She danced to the side of him, and he swung down at her. She crouched in a duck and hit the back of his knees to the hilt of her sword. Guy fell to the ground, his sword narrowly missing her as she rolled to her back. She grabbed his leather jacket and pulled him to her chest with the tip of her blade pressing to his side. Guy fell to the stones on top of her.
Guy could feel the silver reinforcing of her armor against his chest as she held him to her. He looked up to her face. Her mouth was slightly parted as she gasped softly; her eyes looked down at him through her lashes. Her eyes were a greenish-gray. She let go of his jacket and pulled the sword away from him.
Guy pushed himself up and offered her a hand more out of habit than anything. The assassin stared at it for a moment before taking it and allowing him to pull her up. She sheathed her sword and walked back to stand with her Master.
The Sheriff clapped loudly, "Good show! Gisborne, that's twice now a woman's left you on the ground." Guy rolled his eyes and saw the woman raise an eyebrow. "Very well, my dear! That was excellent. Now, tell me, your name?"
Her voice was low and smooth, "Falon Felir."
"Falon?" Vaisey raised his eyebrows. "Well, Falon Felir, welcome to Nottingham Castle.
I am so excited to write this! I tried writing a Guy/OC story a few years ago, but it was awful. Now I have a real story with an entire outline. I am so excited to work with Falon! I watched all of Season 1 trying to find all about Guy that I could and to find where I could put a character in. I decided on right after Season 2 episode 1 when Vaisey is furious over the death of his sister.
I skipped through all of Season 2 in half a day, skipping to parts where I could put Falon. At one point, I even pointed to the screen and thought, "Falon would be right there!"
I have always thought Guy was a very complex character and thought he deserved something at least. This is my take on Guy of Gisborne if he had had someone who cared enough about him to be his friend.
I hope you enjoy!