So, just so everyone knows; I'm following the story starting with the end of season2. I'm not following it exactly, I've got my own little twists to it. But I hope everyone enoys it. :)

Chapter 4

I woke up to the sun shining right in my eyes. Groaning I rolled over, only to be greeted by a splash of cold water to my face. Sitting ramrod straight, I glared at the culprit. Sherriff Vaisy stood before me with a stupid grin on his face and an empty pitcher in his hand. Guy stood against the door frame watching me.

"Good morning! It's late and you need to get up. We are leaving at the end of the week, and you must prepare to travel with us. Gisbourne will guard you at all times during our stay. Good?"

"Firstly, you could have shaken me awake. Secondly, where on Earth are we going?"

I was so tired and my throat was sore. I could barely remember the deal I made with Gisbourne last night. My voice reflected my tiredness, making the Sherriff's grin grow larger. What a creep.

"We are to travel to the Holy Land to meet with King Richard. It's an important meeting and we are needed as soon as possible."

The Sherriff left me at that time to get ready for the day. I groaned and threw myself back onto the bed. He had assigned Guy as my guard… or granted him permission, I don't know. Guy was still standing by the door when I finally sat up and slipped out of the covers.

"You are going to be training with me for the rest of the week and for the journey. We need to convince Vaisy that you are an assassin. He will think you are working to remember your training and skills. This way I can keep an eye on you and make sure you are getting proper training."

"You're seriously my guard? And here I thought you didn't want to be put at risk. Am I expected to kill people if anything happens?"

I couldn't believe it. I had no sense of time, and now we were traveling. On top of that, I was training with Guy protect myself. Fantastic. This is going to suck majorly. He's so stuck up and bossy, him being my teacher doesn't make it any better.

"Yes. If I am not there for some reason, you are expected to protect yourself by any means necessary. Your sword and dagger training will take place here in Nottingham, and in Locksley. Locksley is my home, and it will be yours. During the trip across the sea, you will learn to shoot and learn to tie knots. These next weeks others or I will teach you how to survive. I will oversee anything extra that you do. Am I understood?"

I stared at him with my mouth open. I was literally stuck with him. Forever. Every foul word came to mind. The week passed uneventfully. I met Guy's prisoner, Allan-A-Dale. He had given important information about Robin Hood to the Sherriff and Guy, resulting in the demise of his gang. Or so we believe. From the stories told by Allan, Robin and his men escaped everything. When I wasn't training with Guy, I was watching his pitiful attempts to woo Marian. She was his fiancé or something, and it wasn't willingly on her part. Her and I were almost the same height and we had similar figures. The dresses I had been wearing belonged to her.

It was extremely awkward for me to have to be with Guy constantly. When he would visit Marian, I would be commanded to stand against the wall, but in the same room. Watching and listening to their conversations was very painful. I could easily tell that his love for her was unrequited. When I was blessed with time away from Guy, Marian and I would talk. She spoke of Robin fondly; her heart belonged to him fully. And from the sound of things, he loved her too. I pitied Sir Guy; he wasn't loved even though he loved.

Guy and I trained in the courtyard of Nottingham, and on the weekends, we went to Locksley. Hour after hour I was taught the basic steps to swordplay. My footwork was good, my concentration never faltered. However, the sword was heavy, which resulted in a delayed swing or strike. After the first couple days, I begged him for throwing knives, or a one handed sword I could use with two. He gave in and gave me throwing knives. Unfortunately, when I thought knives, he thought daggers. A pair of twin daggers as long as my forearm arrived instead of a set of knives. They were light, which made it easier for me. I loved them! They were perfect. I could use them with fluid movements and succeed in the simplest of attacks.

When the end of the week arrived the Sherriff and Guy had a small carriage arranged to carry Marian and Allan. According to Guy, Marian had done something unwise, and Allan was key to something. He was keeping secrets.

"Secrets don't make friends."

"We're not friends. And I don't need to be your friend. I will tell you if I choose. That's the end of it."

The Sherriff offered to let me in the carriage, but my love of horses kept me from accepting. I loved riding and couldn't wait to get going. The arrangement was for us to ride until the coast, and then take a ship manned by the Sherriff's men to the Mediterranean Sea, where we would travel by land until we reached our destination. According to Guy, it would take a month if we were lucky. Over the month that it took to get there, I had become proficient with my twin daggers. Guy still wanted me to use swords, but I had to rest often, and it wore on his patience. Guy was proud of me though. I was learning fast and becoming very deadly with my new skill. When we switched to the ship, I started archery immediately. I don't know why he chose to have me practice on the ship, but it was difficult. I hadn't obtained my sea legs and needed some obvious target practice.

We arrived to the mainland and rode horseback to each camp. There were only four horses, and five people meant that someone was going to have to share. I teased Guy, telling he'd have to share with the Sherriff. When Allan was put on one of the horses, Marian was partnered with Guy. I felt bad for them both. Guy probably liked it, and Marian hated it, with all certainty. I felt so bad for Guy; he had not idea about her feelings for him. Well, non-existent feelings.

"Gisbourne, we ride until I say. Lady Marie, don't fall behind. Stay close to Gisbourne, though the poor soul has two women to look after; I am sure that with your training being up to date, he won't have to worry much about you. I'm sure you can handle yourself. Though, you can never be too sure."

He sneered the last sentence. Infuriated I looked at Guy. He was looking back at me, unsure of what do say. Oh, he'll get his, I swear. Marian had been crying. Her sniffles interrupted my rage. Why was she crying? Another look to Guy held no answers. He was looking straight ahead; ignoring the crying woman in his lap and the confused one beside him. It was then that he kicked his horse, and we began our trek across the desert.