-1Marion woke up with a pounding head, and a stomach that was rebelling. The light from the window made her put a hand over her eyes as she lay back. Then slowly she sat up, and looked around. Where was she? Was this home?

She was still puzzling over the big question, when the door opened and a short man in black silk walked in, followed by a second tall dark haired man wearing black leather.

"Well Marion, I see you are awake."

"Who is Marion, and who are you?"

The Sheriff turned and looked at Gisborne. "A game?"

"I don't think so."

"You never could tell what she was doing or thinking." He turned back to Marion. "This little game of yours will not work."

"Game? Who are you?" She rubbed the back of her head, and leaned over the side of the bed and threw up. The sheriff, stepped back, and wrinkled his nose.

"You ungrateful girl, messing up my castle."

She turned back to him, as she sat back against the headboard, and closed her eyes. "I'm sorry. Are you my father?"

'Father!" Sputtered the Sheriff. He turned to Gisborne and motioned him outside. "Rest a moment girl, I will be back." He turned and followed Gisborne out and shut the door.

"What do you plan to do with her?

"I have a plan." He was grinning, and Gisborne knew that look in the eyes.

"Couldn't we just let her go?"

Will was leaning against the wall across from the three trouble makers. The footsteps echoed down the hall and Will glanced over and saw several guards. One of them opened the door and motioned to him to come out.

Will was led into the great hall, and there sat the Sheriff, painting his toenails. He glanced up when the door opened. "Come here."

The youngest of Robin's outlaws walked over to the table and looked down at the man who sat there. "Where's Marion?"

"Don't tell me, you have feelings for her too? What is it with you men? Ah well perhaps this is a good thing. Now I am going to make you an offer, that you can't refuse…well you could. But if you do, Marion suffers."

"What is the offer?"

The sheriff, smiled and rubbed his hands together. I get rid of that pesty girl, and one of Hoods men at the same time. Gisborne quits behaving like a dog in heat, and Hood is so distraught, that he makes a mistake and I catch him and I am happy again."

"The plan?"

Allan walked down the hall, on a trip he knew by heart. He was getting used to the uniform by now as well. He wondered what it would be like to be a guard? When King Richard returned of course. But he didn't think that was the kind of life he wanted, he liked being free. Maybe he could borrow some money from Robin and open a tavern in London. Now that sounded good to him. Maybe Will would join him there, He could make furniture, and John could help keep trouble down in the tavern.

Opening the large door leading to the dungeon, he walked down the stone steps and looked about. He moved over to the cells. Only three men were there. "You lot, where is the skinny carpenter?"

"Sheriff got em, and the girl."

Allan wondered what girl that was, and why she had been put in with the men.

"When the sheriff is done with er, could you bring er back ere?"

Allan turned on his heel and left the dungeon. How was he to rescue Will now? Where was he. Maybe he needed to go get Robin now. He past two guards in the hall, they were laughing, and he listened as he pretended to look out one of the large windows.

"That Gisborne is one mean man. Putting his girl down in that dungeon."

"Not his no more. Not good to cross him."

Allan moved on down the hall. He hated to have to tell Robin what he had just heard. At least Will had been there, to look after her.

Will taken to a small cottage in the far side of Nottingham, by a village that Will hadn't been to before. Gisborne dismounted and motioned for Will to follow. Before they entered the cottage, Gisborne turned to him.

"Remember the agreement? You hold Marion's life in your hands as well as your father and brother's. This is your new home. Will gave him a dirty look as he followed him inside.

Marion looked up from the fireplace where she was stirring a pot over the fire. She stood up and looked at Gisborne and then the tall dark haired young man.

"Marion/"

"I still don't recognize anything here, Sir Gisborne."

"That's alright, your husband here will help you."

"My…"

"Yes, Will here is your husband. Good day Mrs. Scarlett." Gisborne left the room, and shut the door. Will stood there, looking at Marion.