Chapter 2

"Grey... That's a nice name." Much said giving a satisfied nod and a smile. "Different. But it's nice." The woman made no move to answer. She just continued to sit there and stare at Guy, who in return did the exact same thing back. "Where you from then, Grey?" This time he did get a response... if you would call it that. The said woman looked over her shoulder at Much, with such a blank expression on her face that it was almost scary. "Ok then..." Grey looked away from the blonde man and things seemed like they were going to be quite again. But this was much we are talking about. Of course it didn't last. "Interesting... You're choice in clothes. Really... interesting. Where did you get them?"

Grey gave an annoyed sigh through her nose, and shot a glare at Much before slowly getting to her feet and limping off past Guy. "Hey! Where are you going?! You still look terrible!" The man started to speed walk towards her. "If you want, we can take you home later when everyone gets back, yeah?"

She stopped and turned around to face Much. "Leave me alone." Her tone was dark and snappy sounding.

"But you can't just-"

"Leave. Me. Be." Her fists clenched tightly and she took an almost threatening step towards the poor blonde man.

"We'll take you home later; right now you just have to-"

Grey started to stalk towards Much and as she did, the outlaw swore that the sunlight drastically started to dim. The tied up Guy watched with a slight amusement as she gripped the front of Much's shirt and pulled him towards her with one hand. That or Much just really had no balance. "Did I say that I wanted to go home? Did I say I even had a home? Look, I don't know who you people are, but you can't and you won't keep me here." As she spoke her free hand grasped a dagger in the blonde man's belt and she easily pulled it out and put it in to her own spiked one without him even knowing.

She didn't even hardly think about doing and either this man was stupid and had no notice of what was going on around him, or she had discovered a skill that she had forgotten she had. Among other things. Grey let go of him and shoved his body away from hers. And once again she started to walk away. But as you all know, that never goes the way it should. It's funny how it's such an easy thing to do, but it just rarely works out the way it should, isn't it?

"You can't go out there all by yourself though! A woman by herself... defenceless... injured... It's just doesn't sit right with-" Suddenly the, apparently, angered woman had the dagger out and was coming at Much at a quick speed. And a limp.

She didn't even get a chance to do anything though, as they both heard Robin start to wake up. Much turned and started to run over to the waking man and Grey quickly put the dagger in the only place that she was pretty sure no one was going to see it. Down her shirt. She didn't trust these guys, not yet anyways. It was best if she kept a weapon of some sort. It looked like the Much guy had forgotten about it anyways.

For a first impression, the gang of outlaw's so called leader was not making a good one. Much had been stupid enough to believe the obviously angered man and actually untied him. Of course the minute he did, Robin had practically flown over to Guy, were he pulled the gag off and started up his traitor talk and threats again. She knew it was 'again' because that was the thing that woke her up in the first place.

Then he got in to a round with Much. Even though Grey didn't know him and had obviously been irritated by him before, she felt a twang of sympathy for the poor guy. But she also felt pretty awkward. No one had really noticed her standing there at all. It was probably for the best though, judging on how crazed the man seemed. Robin eventually left Guy, after throwing a knife uncomfortably close to his ear, and went in to the camp, leaving the leather clad man with a rather smug expression on his face.

Grey sort of just stood there and watched Robin stalk away as Much pulled the knife out and went to talk to his 'master'.

Her attention was drawn to a certain Gisborne as his voice rang out to her. "You." The woman didn't answer. She just stared at him with a completely blank expression. "From the sounds of it, you don't want to be here at all. Untie me. I'll get you out of here and pay you in gold."

"Do I look like someone who can easily be persuaded by wealth? Idiot." She spat at him, as a mocking and slightly twisted smirk became a little more than barely visible on her lips. "I don't know who you are. Who anyone is here. Why should I waste my time helping total strangers? I have better things to do." Like figure out what was going on, why she was here... yeah the list really dragged on and she would bore herself going over it. One thing at a time though, she supposed.

"You don't know about Robin Hood...?" He almost sounded surprised. "Him. All of them. They're outlaws. I'm sure even someone who looks like you knows that outlaws are trouble. Untie me and you will be kept safe."

"Funny." Grey looked up at the sky. It was quite sunny today. Honestly, it was giving her a migraine. For some reason, most likely because of the oncoming head ache, it felt natural for her to hate it. "That Much guy said similar things about you. But I suppose you heard that...But as for someone who looks like me... think of it this way! Look at me. Dressed all in black... Doesn't make me look trustworthy does it? Well guess what? I'm probably not. Now look at you. Exactly the same. It takes someone like me to know for a fact that I probably cannot trust someone that looks like you."

There little conversation was interrupted as the heard footsteps and then shouting from Much. Both looked towards the camp and saw Robin walking towards Guy with a practically flaming sword.

Grey's eyes widened slightly as her eyes went from the red hot sword to an expectedly startled Guy.

"No! Stop! I will not take part in this." Shouted a horrified Much. "You will regret this. You will see sense and then regret it!" And from there Much went on a rant and that angered Robin.

"Go!" Grey watched as Much turned and started to walk to the horses. He stopped and looked in her direction though.

"Come with me. I know you still don't look like you're feeling that well. And you probably hurt like nothing else. But I think it would be sa-" Grey managed to cut him off without even saying anything. She just rolled her dull colored eyes as she moved towards the horses as he had. Rather than getting on a totally different horse, she made a crazy attempt to get on behind him. She did get on by herself. It was just extremely painful. "You don't have to share one with-"

"Shut up and let's go already." She found herself cutting him off again in a completely emotionless tone that she seemed to favor so much.

The two rode off at a fast speed. To where, Grey had no idea. But as she hadn't actually taken much notice to the extreme difference between her clothing and everyone else's, she didn't quite expect the looks she got when they arrived in a tiny little town.

"What's this place?" The woman asked through gritted teeth. Yeah, she expected it to hurt like nothing else when she got on the bloody beast. Most of the time it wasn't too bad. Then the horse would go in to a trot. Now that bloody hurt. And not just her side, but her thighs. And she had no idea if it was supposed to do that. As far as she knew, this was the first time she even saw a horse. She just happened to know what it was. You had to love memory loss.

"It's called Nottingham." He replied as they came up to a house. Much jumped off of it and ran to knock on the door. A woman opened it. A really pretty one too. If Grey actually knew what she looked like herself, then jealousy might have been an option for her.

"Much! What is it?" Briefly, her eyes went to Grey, who sat there on the horse looking around the village with a glassy look. But then they went right back to the blonde man.

"It's Robin! He's gone mad!" The upset blonde answered in a rather concerned sounding tone of voice. "Marian you need to come back with me!"

The previously mentioned woman gave a nod and went to grab her own horse. Both failing to notice that Grey was no longer there. You see, she really could care less about what was going on. So she decided to take the opportunity to leave. Much seemed too busy to even notice anyways. And besides the slight limp in her walk and her ribs hurting like a bitch whenever she moved wrong, Grey was pretty sure that she would be ok.

As the two rode off, Grey pressed herself against the rough wood of Marian's house. It was most likely unnecessary, but she was just being careful. Anyways, she had come to realize how much she stood out. So first things first, and I can assume that you all know what.

But in case you didn't, Grey very much needed clothes. Or at least some sort of cloak to cover what she was wearing. She rather liked that option more than the one of wearing a dress.

The woman moved around the busy Nottingham as best as she could without being noticed. But that was rather hard, no matter how many barrels and wagons she chose to stay behind. There was always some mother calling her kids over and then grasping them tightly like Grey was going to try and steal them away.

It didn't take her as fast as she hoped, but Grey did eventually come across a shop that had clothing. That's what it looked like anyways. As she stepped in to it, something happened. And it wasn't just her realizing she didn't have any sort of money on her as far as she knew. Nope.

There was a flash. And then everything was like a dream. She was walking through a clothing store. Except this one was so much different. It was more... modern. And it made her confused. The building... clothes, and the sounds of amplified voices above her head. It suddenly felt very familiar. And it confused her. Then suddenly it stopped and she was on her hands and knees staring at a dirt floor. She could feel the eyes of disapproving people on her back as she slowly and shakily climbed to her feet.

What the hell had that been?

Grey blinked away the drowsiness in her eyes and looked around the small shop. Clothes. She needed Clothes. The dull eyed girl had nearly forgotten. But did she have money? The idea of checking hadn't actually occurred to Grey. She had been a bit occupied, you know. Reaching in to the pockets of her pants, the only thing her hand came in contact with was something sleek feeling.

She pulled it out and stared down at the pocket sized device in her hand. There were a multitude of button things all over it with numbers and letters. In her mind the words, 'cell phone' rang. But she couldn't remember what that was. Damn, she hated today.

Running her fingers down the side, they came to a small bump. Almost hesitantly she pushed it.

"Please give your command." A loud and clear voice spoke out. Startled, Grey dropped it on the floor and jumped back. So did the shop owner and pass-byers. The woman quickly reached down and scooped it up in to her hand, accidently pressing the button on the side again. "To cancel your command press-"

"Shut up!" Grey screeched smashing the device in to the wall of the shop. That didn't seem to do much good though. People had stopped and where watching the woman in shock as she repeatedly smashed it in to the wall. "Shut up, shut up, shut up, bloody shut up!" It continued to continue on speaking until the back suddenly fell off and a square thing inside of it fell on to the ground.

It seemed extremely quite suddenly. Almost deathly quiet. And then suddenly, "Witch!"

Yeah... I'm sorry if this was a really slow chapter . But certain things have to happen in order for the story to really take off. Hopefully stuff will get more exciting though. In the mean time, you should really review... hint, hint.