Second to last chapter here folks! Took so long because initially chapter 13 was going to be in this one, but it wasn't quite right, so I've cut it off here, and it will be a chapter in it's own right :) Pure fluff, this one, but there's still one more character we need to meet…

In the end, it was decided that Isabella was to be kept in the dungeons under the strictest guard, not to be released in any circumstances. She could stay there until King Richard returned to England to await trial then. Presently, the outlaws were lounging in the camp, bandaging and cleaning any wounds, sorting out the last of the food and money to give to the villagers, and talking cheerfully. The only person who wasn't in this jovial mood was Guy, who was leaning against a wall, away from the rest, his face unhappy. No one seemed to have noticed, except Meg, who kept shooting him furtive little concerned glances. Finally, she got up and went over to him, unable to stand him sitting there looking miserable any longer.

"Guy." Meg stood over him, her expression stern "Tell me what is upsetting you."

He smiled just a little bit at her fierceness, and relieved by this, she sat beside him.

"Do you remember what I said, in the dungeons, the day we met? The person I used to know?"

Meg nodded.

"Her name was Marian." he sighed and looked at Meg mournfully "I loved her, but I should have been able to see that she was always Robin's. Like you did, she saw good in me once. She believed that I was capable of compassion, goodness… but it didn't last. As I told you, I killed her."

Meg was silent. As the first time he had told her about this, a tear leaked from her eye, but she stayed nonetheless, listening.

"Before I killed her, she told me she would rather die than be with me. I don't know why I did it. I was jealous and angry, and when she said that she broke my heart. As soon as I put the sword through her, I wished I could take it back." Guy's hands had balled into fists, and like Meg's his eyes were shinier than usual. "But the thing is Meg, you can see the tiniest amount of good I may have in me, but like Marian, you realised that the bad outweighs it. I think you did this afternoon. And like her, it's tearing me into pieces."

Meg was properly crying now, and he turned his face away. He didn't want her to confirm he was right, he didn't want to see her walk away from him.

A hand touched his, and Guy turned his head slowly to look at her. Meg had reached out to hold his hand. She didn't say anything, but the tiniest, most impossible glimmer of hope sparked inside him. She was smiling through her tears, and he felt tears of his own spill down his cheeks.

"Meg?"

"You may have done more bad than good in your life, but I don't think the bad overshadows the good." He gazed at her in wonder, almost unable to believe what he was hearing. "And even if it did," she went on "I don't think I could hate you."

They were interrupted momentarily by Allan, who had walked to the opposite side of the camp to grab the remainder of the food. He glanced at Meg and Guy, sitting in the dirt, holding hands, both with red eyes and damp faces.

"What are you two crying about?" he asked, shaking his head, as he made his way back to the others, shaking his head.

Meg turned back to Guy, wiping her eyes now, swallowing and their eyes met.

"What I have been trying to tell you all this time." she went on, as if there had been no interruption "And believe me, I never thought I'd say this to anyone, ever…is that I think I love you."

Completely lost for words, Guy did what he most wanted to do, cradled her face with his hands, then leaned forward to kiss her. She curled her arms around his neck, feeling as though she was going to burst with happiness. She thought she hated all men, but Guy had given her a new perspective. When he drew back and opened his eyes to look into hers she smiled at him, almost shyly.

"Meg." Guy said, taking hold of both her hands in his again "I would never have imagined that I'd find someone like you, and I know I don't deserve you." she opened her mouth to protest, but he put a finger on her lips, and she fell silent "But," he took a deep breath "I love you too."

They couldn't sit there forever, absorbed in their own little world, and after a while, Guy and Meg returned to the place where everyone else was sitting. The rest had seen how attached the pair had been before, but it seemed more permanent now somehow, as if they'd got past some obstacle that had been stopping them being completely right. Looking at them sitting there, Robin felt a pang for his Marian. They looked so happy, they looked as though they completed each other, as he felt he and Marian had done. He liked Kate a lot, maybe he even loved her – she certainly loved him – but it wasn't the same as what he and Marian had had. Turning back to the conversation with John and Much, he wondered aloud if Guy and Meg would be staying now that they had done what they had joined them for. Night was falling fast, and exhausted by the day's work, the outlaws drifted off to bed. Within the hour, the camp was full of steady breathing.

Only two people were still awake in the blackness of the night. With these two extra people in the camp, there was not really enough room for everyone to sleep, and Guy and Meg had pinched some blankets from Tuck and Much, and were lying on the forest floor under them, just happy to be there with the other. It was nice, Meg thought, to just lie here, his arms around her in the dark.

"What are we going to do next?" she whispered, and her voice echoed in the dark wood, bouncing off the trees. He chuckled softly, then shifted his body a bit so he was facing her. Well, it was dark, so she couldn't see, but she could feel his breathing on her forehead.

"What do you want to do?" he asked, sensing that she wanted to answer this.

"Well, I know you and Robin aren't the other's favourite person in the world…"

"But?"

"Well, I think it might be best for us to stay here. We can help, and somehow it wouldn't seem right if we just walked away when we could help."

"Alright then."

Meg smiled in the darkness, and felt him press his lips to her forehead.

"Goodnight Meg."

Eventually they too drifted off to sleep, still holding each other as the sun crept up the horizon, sending rays of sunlight through the canopy of the forest, where they shattered on the forest floor like liquid emerald.

I loved writing this chapter :D Hope you lot enjoyed it as much as me! x