Hi, new readers and old, no I am not dead no, I didn't come out of a coma. I know I haven't been writing here for a long time but I've still been reading, however I have been writing, just not here on FF. Life's been hectic to say the least and still is. A shout out to UniqueTeen who reminded me that this story still has room for a proper end.

He was getting close and the racing in his heart only increased. Exactly what would happen when he reached camp. Would they have moved on with out him, would there even be anyone alive? He already lost the love of his life, he couldn't bare to lose one more. He wasn't exactly sure of what would happen after he got back, or what would he do? Go back to normal life...maybe...but what was normal life?

He noted a trap as he got closer, to keep out any unwanted visitors. He smiled, it was a recent trap, they were still here, well, one at least. Soon he reached the camp and he could smell food, burnt food, Much! There was laughter too and- silence? He stepped forward cautiously, but the silence was quickly lost.

"MASTER!" Much was the first out and literally jumped on him. "I knew you were alive I knew it!"
He was treated to thumps on the back and hugs from everyone, everyone was there, alive and uninjured.

"Give him some space" said John "he can barely breathe"

Much pulled back.

"How did you get back? Last we saw were the Saracens taking you and then people said you were killed, that they saw you dead!"

"We looked for you."

"Everywhere!"

"Thought you were dead."

"What happened?"

Robin wondered how much he should tell. Should he tell them about Guisbourne and they recent...alliance? However he knew one thing that would suffice "I'm Robin Hood aren't I?"

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It had been three weeks since he had returned to England and for Guy things were more or less the same.

"Oh, you've found your way home, go get me my taxes, the villagers have way to much" that was the only acknowledgment he had received from the Sheriff on his return home. The villagers didn't seem to miss him either, Hood on the other hand...

Guy was leading up front on horseback followed by six soldiers and a horse and cart carrying some coins and gold-tax money. They were currently taking the 'Black' road, a place made infamous by a certain Outlaw. He wasn't exactly sure why he choose this road, the West road would be nearly quicker but some part of him was nearly hoping the money would be taken and given back to the... no, he did not say that. He had no care or pity for the villagers and remained loyal to the Sheriff, or so he said anyway. However, recently, he could feel himself changing, foreign weather and food he put it down to.

"Stop right there" came an all too familiar voice wielding a Saracen bow, he conviniently decided to step out right in the middle of the road. "This is not your money, this belongs to the people of Nothingham who are starving because of your taxes, so if you would like to hand back the money?" Guy rolled his eyes, dramatics.

The guards, with what little training and intelligence they had remembered one thing, Hood cannot not have the stuff in the chest.

They drew out their swords and proced to run aimlessly towards the gang who surrounded them on both sides.

Guy dismounted and drew out his sword making his was towards Hood. He made a sweeping move with his sword but Locksley easily parried. They sparred even after the gang had won their fight with the guards. Guy waited for Locksley to lose concentration for just a second and his patience paid off. Hood stole a glance to his gang and Guy hit his legs with the flat of his sword knocking him over. He was quickly on top of him with his sword to his neck.

"Not a word to Vaizey" he growled lowly.

Robin frowned.

"Under the cart" whispered Guy "that's where the rest of it is."

"Guy?"

"Now push me off, make it look like your good for something"

He didn't need to be asked twice, he shoved Guy off of him. Standing up he quickly kicked the sword out of his hands. He looked over proudly to the gang who had guards dealt with and with his nod they began to open the chest. He picked up Guy's sword and threw it in the pile with the rest of the soldiers swords.

Allen opened to chest but his face quickly dropped. "No being funny or anythin' but I think we've been set up."

Robin peered inside the chest where there was only a few coins, barely enough to feed a family for a week. Robin went down on his knees and checked the bottom, true to Guys word there was more underneath. He removed it and dragged it out. "Well, gang, you know what the bags are for."

Everyone quickly filled up their bags with the small treasure and began to leave the road. Robin was last making sure nothing was forgotten and the guards didn't try anything. He looked over at Guisbourne who gave him a single nod, Robin nodded back.

It was a weird...alliance they were beginning to have but maybe it wasn't to bad. Maybe they actually work well together. Maybe, just maybe.

Thanks to all the readers who kept with me and apologies for the delay, hopefully you'll see more of me in the future.