Disclaimer: Okay, so even though I wanted five reviews but I want to keep posting. I can honestly say, my feelings are hurt cause I've gotten no reviews but I will keep posting until I feel this story is over! Okay so Isabella, Charlotte, and Evangeline, I do own. I made these characters up and they have nothing to due with Robin Hood BBC the original series.

The outlaws gathered around the body of the girl. Much was breathing heavily, running his fingers over his face and pacing across the dead leaves.

"Is she okay? I mean, is the wound fatal? What are we going to do? We could be accused of—"

"Shut up!" they all yelled. He stumbled backwards, settling on a fallen tree, a scowl on his face.

"We need to get her back to camp," Will affirmed. Robin nodded, gesturing for Little John. He nodded, tossing his staff to Allan. As he bent and lifted the child off the ground, his arms were met with almost no resistance, as if he lifted a feather. She moaned, rolling her head so that her forehead touched his chest. He nodded and they jogged quickly back to their camp. As they approached the hidden door, Will pulled the extra rope and let the others in, before removing the top off his axe and hacking away at the ice freezing the lever in place.

"We need a physician," Robin sighed. Since Djaq was gone, they relied on the people from the villages. But the closest physicians from Nottingham and Locksley were both gone. Gisbourne killed the Nottingham physician when Marian was stabbed. When a messenger, Henry, came to tell where King Richard the Lion Heart was landing when he returned from the Holy Land, he was stung by a bee. Matilda, the woman who brought Robin, and most of the people in Locksley into this world was no longer in reachable distance sine she had to leave because she was charged with witchcraft after trying to silence Henry and save the King's life.

"It's too late for that!" Marian said, gesturing to the blood slowly pulsing out of the wound. "She'll die before we get anyone here!"

"This, I do not like!" Little John grumbled, as he stood in the kitchen. Much groaned, smacking his forehead, "Stop saying that!" The two men started glaring at each other. Marian rolled her eyes. Men didn't know how to do anything.

"I can do it." They all looked up at Will, who came into the camp, his ears looking similar to tomatoes. His front was covered in ice chips.

"But, Will, you're a carpenter not a physician…" Allan said. Will shrugged, stepping into the camp, closing the door.

"Yeah, I know that but Djaq taught me some tricks while we were in the Holy Land," he explained. Robin nodded, stepping aside to let the tall, gangly man enter and study the dying girl.

"I need a clean needle and bandages," he stated. With a huge amount of searching, the items were presented when Will noticed a problem.

"Marian—" he gestured for her to come closer. As he whispered in her ear, she nodded.

"Okay, all of you, get out!" she snapped, waving her hands in shooing motions. Robin and the other frowned. They backed away from the sleeping area and Marian hoisted up some blankets, blocking everyone's view. Much and Allan exchanged confused glances as Little John began pacing back and forth, possibly putting a hole in the floor.

A few minute later, Marian emerged, the girl's dress bundled in her arms and nodded to Will. He nodded in return, stepping into the sleep area, glancing at the girl. Her breaths now came out in shallow gasps, her forehead and brown locks drenched in sweat. Marian had changed Charlotte into a loose shirt and her old pair of pants that no longer fit her, back from when she was a young girl. Slowly, lifting the hem of her shirt, Will looked at the wound. An ugly gash cut across most of her abdomen. It had seemed like the guard had stabbed her but actually managed to almost slice her in two.

"Hold on, Charlotte," he whispered, using gentle fingers to push the skin together.

"Much!" The capped man darted in instantly, brandishing his cooking spoon and pot lid as a sword and shield. Will chuckled, "I need some clean, hot water. Quickly." Much nodded, running back into the kitchen. After a few moments of crashing and cursing, Much returned, dripping, but with a full pot of water. Will raised a questioning eyebrow. Much waved him away, scrambling back into his kitchen.

Slowly, dipping a rag into the steaming water, Will mopped away the blood, cleaning the wound before he bound it.

"How's it going?" Robin asked, walking towards Will. He shrugged, pulling the needle tight on the last stitch. Robin sighs, settling on the bunk next to Will, watching the girl's face carefully.

"We need the information she knows about the Sheriff and Lord Robert," Robin stated. Will nodded, again, cutting the string and beginning to bind the wound.

"Will. We're all truly sorry about Djaq. She was a great—"

"Stop," he cut off Robin, "I appreciate it but I don't want to hear it." Robin nodded and clapped Will on the back, giving his shoulder a friendly squeeze before exiting. He sighed, resting his forehead on his hands, taking deep breaths to calm his nerves. Everything that had even the slightest mention of Djaq sent his mind reeling with sorrow, clouding his judgment. It was also the reason he had decided to return to England. If he could be where he first met her, Will somehow felt closer to the love he had lost.

"Who is she?" a soft voice croaked. Will looked up sharply into the hazel eyes of his young charge.

"What?"

"Djaq," she stated. Will felt his heart drop a million miles, the world zoning in on just the one word. That word brought back a world of hurt and pain. Djaq's round face came into his inner eyes, her bright brown eyes shining as she laughed on their Kalilah Dinah night back in the barn before they went to the Holy Land to save King Richard. The night she had pronounced her eternal love for him.

"No one…" he muttered, wrapping the last bandage around her and tying it tightly. She winced, pushing her hair away from her face.

"Okay." Will looked at her, startled. No one had ever dropped a subject that easily. She seemed to read his mind as she glanced at him, smiling.

"I just figured," she explained, "You'll talk when you want to talk. No need in pushing harder into sensitive ground." He smiled. Marian walked in slowly, smiling at Charlotte.

"How are you feeling?" she inquired politely. Charlotte snorted, gesturing to her midsection.

"How well does one feel after being stabbed?" she joked. Marian laughed. Will chuckled, washing his hands, and leaving the two girls to talk. Charlotte watched Will leave and then turned her eyes back to Marian.

"Who's Djaq?" she asked instantly. Marian's face grew still, regarding to girl closely.

"Excuse me?"

"I heard Robin and the man talking about her. Who is she?" Charlotte pushed her question farther. Marian sighed, sitting next to her.

"She was Will's wife." Charlotte's eye widened. "She died of childbirth." She gasped, looking over her shoulder at Will, who was fiddling with a piece of wood, letting the wood shavings fall heedlessly to the ground. Much frowned at him, trying to kick them out the door.

"That's so sad…" she whispered. Marian nodded. Charlotte lifted her head, staring at Marian.

"You're wearing a ring…"

"Yes. I am married."

"To Robin." Marian smiled, twisting the ring around her finger. Charlotte smirked, playing with her own fingers.

"Did he tell you?" she asked. Charlotte shook her head. Marian frowned.

"How did you know?" Charlotte just smiled, looking back at the main chamber of the camp; watching Robin walk in and seeing his eyes instantly find Marian. His entire persona seemed to light up as soon as he saw her there. Charlotte smiled. There were only two other people she knew that could do that, be happy and live a lifetime in just one look. Her parents. She feared she might never be able to see them again.

Nottingham Castle

Sheriff Vaisey of Nottingham paced back and forth restlessly, the eyes of all the lords and ladies resting on him. He was at his nobles dinner. The festivities had yet to begin, since Gisbourne was not here yet, neither were the three daughter of Lord Robert, who decided not to come since his position would be represented by his daughters. Sheriff waved to the servants and decided to start the party without Gistbourne and the girls.

As people finally started drinking and laughing, Gisbourne walked in, his face pale from the cold.

"Ah! Gisbourne! Where are our lovely friends that were supposed to arrive today?" the Sheriff asked. Gisbourne sighed, sliding into the empty chair next to him.

"We had some complications. Everything according to plan," he whispered. The sheriff grinned, drumming his fingers on the table as a young servant girl deposited a crisp quail on his plate. He instantly waved her away, ripping the legs and wings off the tiny bird.

"Perfect. Now, where are the girls? Griselda, Celestin, and Patricia?"

"Isabella, Evangeline, and Charlotte?"

"Blah di blah di da, where are they?" the sheriff asked dismissively, taking great gulps from his wine glass. Gisbourne sighed again, whispering into the Sheriff's ear. He roared, jumping up from the table, sending the mangled quail flying.

"You incompetent fool!" he snarled. The nobles stared up with wide eyes at the scene. Quickly, noticing the audience, the Sheriff grinned and walked out of the hall, instructing his steward to keep the feast going. Gisbourne followed the sheriff slowly up to his chamber, waiting for hi punishment for losing one of the girls to Hood.