Part ten. Sorry it took longer to get out than I said it would. I was having some problems with how to make the plot progress so this one is kind of a filler.

"Ugh. How can you stand to not shower for so long?" I asked, digusted as I ran a hand through my stringy hair.

"What do you mean? We bathe once every couple of weeks. That's more than most." Much replied indignantly.

"Where I'm from, you bathe everyday. It's considered gross not to." I replied.

"Woah. You'd think you're skin would rub off from bathing that much." Allan said.

I gave him a funny look and turned to Robin.

"You don't change your clothes either, do you?"

"We wash them in the creek once a month." he replied.

"Ugh. That's so gross!" I groaned, falling off my log.

"Are you alright?" Djaq asked, looking at me with concern.

"I have a headache." I replied, not moving from my position on the forest floor.

I saw the stupid kid looking at me and sighed heavily. We went to the Abbey the day before yesterday and wouldn't you know that they didn't have room for him. So now we had no where to take him. They said they would send word when they did have room but I certainly wasn't waiting around for one of those monks to snuff it so I was trying to formulate a plan of my own to get rid of him. I had been asking where the nearest Abbeys were but no one would pay me any attention.

"Why don't we take him to one of the villages and put him up for adoption?" I asked, still not getting up from my spot on the floor.

"That would work, except that he's wanted by the Sherriff." Robin stated.

"Yeah. But what if we bring him like far away from Nettlestone. Like...where is your brother, Will?" I asked.

"Scabourough?" he offered.

"Yeah. Why don't we take him there?"

"Maybe I don't want to go to Scarbourough."

We all turned in shock to look at Damien, who had just spoken more words in that sentence than he had spoken the whole time he's been here.

"You don't have an opinion, Son of Satan." I recovered quickly from my shock.

"I'm not the son of Satan." he retorted.

I wasn't used to him arguing with me so I was kinda at a loss for words.

"Yes you are." I replied.

"And I do have an opinion. I'm almost 12." he said.

"There's no way!" Allan laughed.

"I am! I'm just small for my age." Damien defended.

"Why the sudden change in attitude? What happened to being all emotionless and stuff?" I asked.

He just stared at me.

"Ah. Back to normal I see. Eh. I think I liked talking Damien more." I said.

"So, Damien. Would you like to go to go to Scarbourough?" I asked.

"Yes Casey! I would love to go to Scarbourough!" I said in a high pitched voice as I grabbed his chin and moved it up and down.

Everyone just gave me the 'You're weird' look that I'd grown so accustomed to over the past week that it didn't even phase me anymore.

"Let's go to Nottingham." I said suddenly.

"Why would we do that?" Robin asked boredly.

"Cause I need soap so I can bathe." I replied.

"Do you have money?" he asked.

"You sound like my dad when you ask that. And no, I don't have money but you rob from the rich and give to the poor so what say we go and rob the sheriff, and then you can give me some money cause I'm poor, and I can get soap?" I suggested.

I could see Robin thnking about my plan and a small smile suddenly crossed his face.

"Oh Master! Surely not! You cannot listen to this girl! She's crazy!" Much groaned, seeing the same small smile.

"No this is good. I think we need to pay the Sheriff a little visit. And not just for the money, but also on the behalf of our little friend Micheal."

I looked over to the kid and nearly fell off my log again. For the first time since I'd known him, he was smiling. It was kind of creepy.

"Man. I feel bad for Djaq. Leaving her alone with Damien." I said, peering out from the alley we were currently hiding in.

"Be glad we didn't leave you with Micheal." Little John imphasized his name.

I looked at him blankly as Robin tried to think of a plan.

"I gotta a plan. Well half a plan anyway." Allan said.

"You really should have changed back into that dress." Will whispered, looking down at my clothes.

"I probably should have. I thought about it." I replied, not really paying attention.

"Well why didn't you? Now we're going to stick out even more than we usually do." he hissed.

"Hey. You try wearing a dress and manuvering around in it and then you come see me." I retorted.

"Are you guys even listening to me?"

We both turned to see Little John, Allan, and Robin all staring at us.

"Yeah. Of course. Great plan." I lied.

"So you undertand your part in this?" Robin asked, looking at me suspiciously.

"Yeah. Sure. Of course." I said, shrugging my shoulders.

"Okay well then we need to get you a dress." Allan smirked at me.

"Yeah. What. What?" I asked, turning to look at him.

"What. The. Hell." I stated as I looked down at my current attire

I was wearing a pale green dress that was slightly low cut, leaving little to the imagination. The men had sloppily tried to fix my hair into what I think was meant to be a bun but hey, they're guys. I felt the top of my head and knew that it was surely just a great big mess. I was currently holding up a breast plate from one of the guards that Robin had knocked out and looking at myself in the reflection.

"Wow. You really did a number on me." I said.

"Not bad." Allan said, smirking.

"You just wanted to see me in this dress you dirty perv!" I said harshly, smacking his arm.

"It's part of the plan. Now go be flirty." Robin said, pushing me in the direction of the nearest guard.

I turned around and started untying Will's cloak.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking down at me with confusion.

"I don't need every man within the vicinity looking down my front now do I?" I asked as I wrapped it around myself, pulling it tightly.

I walked up to the guard at the nearest gate and smiled at him.

"Well hey there handsome." I said, flashing him a smile.

"What do you want?" he asked gruffly.

"Oh nothing, I was just bored and needed somebody to talk to and you looked rather bored yourself." I lied perfectly.

"Well I'm not. So beat it." he replied, lookig down at me.

I saw the others senaking in the gate as he had his back to them and I choose this moment to fling open my cloak.

"It is certainly very hot out here!" I shouted suddenly.

"It certainly is." he replied, almost turning around as Will was in the process of sneaking through the gate.

"Wait! Do you have some water for a girl such as myself to drink. I'm quite parched and I think I might faint if I don't get something cool on my throat soon." I stated, drawing a hand up to my forehead.

He silently handed me his canteen of water and I poured on myself without a second thought.

"Oh no! Now I'm all wet! Do you have a handkerchief or something that I could borrow to dry myself off with?" I asked in the most sickeningly sweet voice I could muster.

"Listen, lass, I know what you're trying to do and it's not going to work." he said.

"Whatever do you mean kind sir?" I asked, putting my hand on his arm.

"I'm not attracted to your type."

"Kind sir, I'm afraid to disagree but everyone is my type." I replied playfully.

"Not me. I'm not attracted to the female type in general."

I looked at him dumbly before realization crossed my face.

"Oh my." I said as I kneed him where the sun doesn't shine. "I guess you're really not my type."

I ran through the gate and met up with Robin and the others.

"Why are you all wet? I thought I told you to wait for the signal. How did you get through the gate?" Robin bombarded me with questions.

"The guard was gay!" I shouted.

"Well I expect he would be, seeing you in that." Allan smirked.

"What?" I asked, thouroughly confused.

"Well you would make me happy in that dress too." he replied.

I still stared blankly at him until I understood. I burst out laughing.

"What? What did I say?" Allan asked, looking to the others for help.

"The guard... wasn't happy... he... likes...men!" I said between the laughs.

"What?" thay all four asked at once.

"Gay. In my world. It means attracted to the same gender." I laughed.

"Oh!"

"Well I didn't see that coming." Robin said.

"Can we please jus get into the castle?" Little John asked, getting nervous.

"Yes. We have a meeting with the Sheriff." Robin smirked.

"Haha. He's sleeping!" I whispered.

Robin put a finger to his lips, smirking as he walked over to where the Sheriff was currently at his table in the Great Hall, sleeping soundly as a baby.

"Well hello there Sheriff!" Robin shouted in his ear, bow strung and ready to strike if the Sheriff should try anything.

"Hood!" the Sheriff hissed in a low voice.

"We have a few things to settle, Vasey. First off, the boy wanted in Nettlestone. He is to be pardoned and returned to his family."

"Alright! Alright!" the Sheriff shouted in a panicked tone.

"And we need soap." Robin smiled at me.

"Soap? You want soap?" the Sheriff asked, clearly confused.

"I need to bathe." I said.

"You! I should have known you'd end up with Hood!"

"Well the choices were you and him. You tried to hang me. Who did you honestly think I was going to choose?" I asked, sarcasm laced into my words.

"Well. I see you got out of that other dress and into something more... befitting of you." he smirked, looking me up and down.

"You will not speak of her like that!" Robin shouted, putting the bow threateningly close to the Sheriff's face.

"Dirty old perv." I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest and going to stand behind Much.

"So you want the boy to be free and you want... soap?" the Sheriff asked somewhat boredly.

"Yes." I answered before anyone else could.

"Fine. Fine. Soap is in the store room down the hall and to the left." he said, very much annoyed.

Robin lowered his bow and walked around the table.

"Uh... are you going to just leave him here to call guards as soon as we leave?" I asked,

"She's got a point, Robin." Allan said.

Robin looked from Allan to me and then nodded at Little John. John took this as his cue to bash the Sheriff over the head with his staff.

"Woah! Was that necessary?" I asked, jumping back.

"Well what did you want me to do? Bring him with us?" Robin asked sarcastically.

"Eh. Good point." I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"Now. On to get the soap. And we might as well take some gold while we're at it." Allan said, scooping some of the gold off the table and shoving it into his pocket.

Okay. So this is Chapter Ten. I hope you liked it.