Like the Seasons
Summary: While travelling to the Holy Land, Allan considers the things that have changed. Oneshot set between 2x12 and 2x13.
Timeline: The interval between 2x12 and 2x13
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
Author's Note: Written three years ago, for the prompt 'season'.
The silence was uncomfortable, no longer easy and warm. Allan could feel the differences, the subtle changes in the group's dynamic.
Some were more obvious than others-it was hard to ignore Will and Djaq's joined hands, for instance. Allan also observed the way Robin deferred slightly more to Much, no longer ordering him to shut up.
And then there were the looks of distrust (to varying degrees) shot his way by everyone except Djaq.
He wondered how many of these changes were temporary, like the seasons: phases with a preordained boundary of time. It certainly felt like winter on that ship-not because of the weather, but because of the way he was treated with suspicion, not quite included. He was left to himself.
And then, on the last night, as he lay curled and shivering, trying to sleep, he felt someone drop another blanket carelessly over him. He looked up at the tall figure of Little John, who nodded curtly and walked away.
As Allan pulled the blanket closer around him, the corner of his mouth quirked into a weary half-smile. Finally, the first thaw-spring was coming.
Fin