I own nothing...

It had taken Robin twenty minutes to find Marian; she wasn't with John or in her room, though she had been there, supposedly to change out of her clothes. The suitcases on the bed had been rummaged through, though nothing else had been touched.

He was wandering back to the briefing room when he heard a noise from the old bathrooms. They weren't used much now because they all had their own, but someone was using them. He silently pushed open the door. There stood Marian, she was now wearing some tight blue jeans and a turquoise top was discarded on the floor. She stood in front of the sink, in only her bra, as she washed years of dirt from her face. Robin winced visibly as he saw the whip marks that covered her back; she had a small tattoo of an angel heart on her shoulder.

"John sent you to check on me?" Marian asked, without turning around. Robin jumped, he had been silent.

"How... how did you..." Robin stuttered.

"Years of being in solitude, well mostly, you get used to these things." She smiled and turned around.

"Yes I heard, I am sorry."

Marian was touched, she hadn't imagined him to be the one to say sorry. "It's fine." She turned and pulled on her top, wincing slightly.

Robin picked it up at once.

"Is it your back?" He asked quietly.

She span around to look at him, "How do you know about those?"

"I saw them."

"Oh," she turned away and looked down.

"You don't need to be ashamed, it isn't your fault."

"But I should have been, should be, stronger, not feel the pain."

"No!" Robin found himself oddly indignant. "You have every right to feel the pain!"

"How do you know?" She spat.

"I just, do." He sighed and looked away.

Marian sighed too and walked over to him. "Look I'm sorry, those Russians don't really, well, like a good argue, I suppose I've been deprived!" She tried to laugh off the meaning behind her words.

Robin still noticed. "I heard about your past too, really, I am sorry."

"It's fine!" Marian tried to laugh it off again, but it turned into a sob half way through, she sank to the floor still sobbing.

Robin followed and cradled her in his arms, Marian snuggled in and shut her eyes, bad idea.

The bright light was intense after days of darkness, it hurt her arms and she creased up her eyes.

"Tell us, what you know." A voice from behind her said.

"I have told you, I know nothing!" Marian spluttered as someone smacked her around the head. The rope that bound her hands to the plastic chair, dug into her wrists.

"Ahh, it seems our little English rose doesn't want to play! Use the shocker." The man walked away leaving Marian in the hands of two brutes. One went to a cupboard and pulled out a baton of some sorts. He raised it a pressed a button. Then he smacked it down onto her arm. She screamed as a shock wave bolted down her arm and then she realised, electricity...

"Marian, Marian!" She was being rocked gently and slowly opened her eyes...

Robin stared down at the shacking girl in his arms.

"Marian, Marian!" He shouted and she slowly opened her eyes. "Are you alright?"

She nodded weakly, "just a flash back."

"Yeah." He nodded wisely.

"You know?" She raised an eyebrow, already the flash back was starting to fade.

"Yeah, I know, so," he decided to change the subject. "You want to talk?"

"Not yet," She turned away. "Not yet."

"Okay," he nodded, understanding that she wasn't ready. "Come on, there's a meeting in a minute, I'm sure John will want you to meet everyone!" He lifted her to her feet and led her out the door...

xxx

She smiled at Robin as they walked into the briefing room, he grinned back as John bounded up to her and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Hey John." She smiled up at the large man as Robin went and sat down.

"Hello, you feeling a bit better?" John smiled down at her.

"Fine thanks." Marian lied.

"Good." He lead her around to the top of the table. "Time for you to meet the gang."

Marian nodded and looked out at the table.

"Guys!" John bellowed catching everyone's attention. "This is Marian." He put his arm back around her shoulder. "This is Much," the young man in a bandana nodded friendly. "Of course you know Djaq," Djaq and Marian both exchanged the 'hey girlfriend!' look. "And Will," the dark haired young man gave her a friendly wave. "And Robin it seems," Robin, who was sitting by her took her hand and kissed it gently.

"My Lady." The smiled and Marian smiled feeling herself turn pink.

"And this is Alan," A young man with ginger/blond hair gave her a cheeky grin. "And finally, Guy." John seemed to say his name reluctantly. A man with deep black eyes and black hair with way too much gel smiled at her, sleazily. She was used to those kinds of looks so shrugged it off.

"Marian, has just come back from Russia." The shock of his words transformed the gang as their heads shot up with worry. Marian paled slightly and looked down. Robin stood up and put his arms around her. "Marian will be staying at base, even though she won't be participating in runs until she is fully recovered." John continued.

"What!" Marian's head shot up. "No!"

"Yes Marian! After what has happened you need to rest." John said, sternly.

"Don't you think I've rested enough for the past eight years?!"Marian shot back.

"You need to rest!" John repeated.

"I'm not a glass vase, I won't brake!" Marian shouted.

"Everyone brakes Marian, everyone!"

"I don't need to be mollycoddled!" She hissed.

"Not participating!" John said finally and walked out, Marian followed, going to her room, leaving a tense silence.

"I'll go to her." Guy decided, getting up.

"No," Robin put his hand out and stopped him. "I will."

"Why you?!" Guy pouted.

"Because she obviously trusts me!" The pair stood at odds and Djaq, seeing another argument (the pair had never got on) pulled Guy away.

"You go Robin." She ordered and Guy stormed away, leaving a smug Robin.