First of all, SO sorry I have taken so long to update! My family went through a move and it's been a little crazy lately. But I haven't forgotten about this story and I've been thinking up a bunch of ideas for it. Hope you enjoy (and that you still follow me! haha). *If some of you who are subscribed are seeing this pop up twice in your email, I'm sorry! I caught a typo too late and fixed it, so I had to submit the story twice.*


Anger coursed through Elizabeth's body as the two guards roughly threw her into the prison cell.

"How dare you do this! I demand you release me this minute. I am a guest, do you hear? A guest and a nobleman's daughter. Release me at once!" Elizabeth called out as the guards left.

She clung onto the bars and waited for a couple of minutes, hoping this was all one big joke. When no one came, Elizabeth sat down dejectedly in her cold, dank cell. She shivered and hugged her knees to warm her body. Robin would come for her, she knew he would.

The guards looked at each other in confusion when a slumped figure on a horse approached the castle gates. One went over and drew his sword. Realization struck him when he saw the familiar clothing. He motioned for the other guard to come over.


"Sir Guy? Gisborne? Gisborne!" He shook Guy, trying to wake him. "Hurry, get him in the castle!"

Vaisey looked a little surprised when he saw two guards carrying Gisborne up the castle stairs.

"Well, what have we here? Gizzy being carried like a baby-oh this is good." Vaisey patted Guy's cheeks and looked even more surprised when he noticed the dried blood on the side of his face. The Sheriff felt around his head-a huge lump protruded out. "Seems like our friend Gisborne ran into a little trouble. Put him in one of the rooms and send for a physician. Call me when he wakes up." Vaisey walked away with a puzzled expression. The wheels in his head were turning as he thought over all the possibilities of what could have happened.


"NO!" Marian awoke covered in sweat. She had had such a frightening dream. Guy and Robin were fighting each other, but Guy was winning. He had just succeeded at cornering Robin and had his sword to his neck when she awoke. She felt a throbbing in her abdomen and felt the area where she had been stabbed…it was still swollen.

"Marian?" Carter sounded concerned as he walked over to her. It was already morning-Marian realized she must have slept in later than she wanted to. No one but Carter was around. She sat up and tried to control her erratic breathing.

"Hey, you alright?"

"I'm fine. It was just a bad dream." Marian tried to evade his gaze as she smoothed her disheveled hair. He made her slightly uncomfortable. The circumstances around their first meeting hadn't been so pleasant, considering he had tied her up and would have killed her if necessary. And she had struck him-hard. Carter had been the gang's savior when he rescued them back in the Holy Land-without him they would have died.

Carter walked over and leaned down. "Had a nightmare? Well, that sounds familiar. I began having bad dreams the day I found out my brother, Thomas, died. I kept dreaming over and over what happened to him. I was always there, but every time I reached the place where he was wounded, I was too late. I would have the same dream every night for over a month, until I decided I would take revenge on Robin. Then the nightmares changed-Robin was always in them. And each time he held a knife to my brother and killed him. It was only when I confronted Robin and found out the truth I had peace. In fact, I've never been as happy as I am now, with all of you. Haven't had a nightmare since."

"Well I'm…glad." Marian looked puzzled and was surprised Carter opened up so much, especially with her. She swung her legs over her bed and began to get up when Carter reached his hand out. Glancing at his outstretched hand ready to help her, Marian hesitantly took it and stood.

"So, what was your nightmare about?"

"I don't really remember now."

"Oh." Carter saw that he had overstepped his bounds with her and backed away slightly.

Marian saw the hurt in his eyes and regretted her curtness, especially after he had shared so much. "It was about Robin."

Carter glanced up.

"It was about Robin and Guy…fighting. Guy was winning and was about to kill him, and then I woke up. It felt so real." Marian could still feel the sweat on her brow.

Carter walked slowly toward her. "You know, Robin is very lucky to have someone like you caring for him. You should have seen him when he thought you were going to die back in the Holy Land. I think a piece of him would have died with you."

Carter shocked Marian once again by being so candid-now about Robin and her. It left her searching for words.

"Really? I can't imagine what it would have done to him if I had died. I mean…what would he be doing right now? Obviously he would be angry and seeking revenge, but after a while, would he forget about me? Everyone has to move on." Marian bit her lip, wishing she had kept her mouth shut. The words were painful even to speak. Why had she shared so much?

"I don't think he would ever forget someone like you. I know I wouldn't." Carter smiled awkwardly, wondering if he had been too bold. Oh well, if he was going to be a part of this gang he had better start by being on good terms with everyone, especially with Marian.

Marian gave him a smile in return. "Thank you."

Rustling and voices in the distance caught their attention. Robin and Allan were walking back toward camp, trying to formulate a plan. Will, John, Much, and Djaq followed.

"Marian, you're up. Are you alright?" Robin looked concerned at how pale Marian was.

Carter and she exchanged a knowing look. "I'm fine. Am I too late for breakfast?" Marian reached out for Robin's hand, trying to set him at ease.

"On it!" Much held up a goose, and grinned from ear to ear. "Now you know EXACTLY what you'll be eating."

"Squirrel will be back on the menu tomorrow, don't worry." Will said, trying to contain a snicker. Djaq slapped him in the arm.

"That is just…you're just…that's revolting!" Much stomped off into the corner and started preparing the goose.

Once Carter stopped laughing he turned toward Robin. "So, what's the plan for rescuing Elizabeth?"

"Knock out a couple of guards and disguise ourselves. It's the best way to get inside the castle. We'll slip her out of the dungeon and then convince the other guards that the Sheriff has ordered us to escort her out of Nottingham."

Carter nodded. "I like it. When do we leave?"

"As soon as we can. I hate to think what the Sheriff has planned for her."


Gisborne heard voices whispering above him but didn't recognize them. All he saw was darkness. His head was throbbing-why did it hurt so badly? He began to move back and forth, maybe this was all a dream and he would wake up any second. Gisborne's eyelids fluttered open. Two physicians were standing over him, looking concerned. Taken aback, Guy bolted upright, but stopped as the throbbing at the back of his head intensified.

"Ahhh, what happened?" His fingers instinctively went to the large bump. One of the physicians pulled his hand away.

"Please, don't touch Sir Guy. You've suffered from a very heavy blow."

"What? How? Where was I?" Guy strained to remember the events that led up to such a blow, but everything was fuzzy.

"We were hoping you could tell us, my lord."

"I…I don't know. I can't remember." He was getting frustrated. Why couldn't he remember?

"Calm yourself, Sir Guy. You most likely cannot remember due to the blow you received. It will come to you in time."

But Guy didn't want to remember in time. He wanted to remember now. And why did he keep getting the feeling that something had happened that he should remember? Something very important.


"Let me out! Do you hear me?" Elizabeth called out to the creepy looking jailer as he walked by.

"Shut up, will you? Whining won't get you out of here and it won't make me any softer toward ya. So lay off!"

Angered, Elizabeth pushed against the bars and sat dejectedly in the corner.

The door to the jail flew open and the Sheriff came down the stairs in his satin pajamas, complete with satin slippers. She rolled her eyes. He was so ridiculous.

"Well well well. How did our guest sleep last night? Comfortable I hope?" Vaisey stuck his head through the bars and made a bizarre face at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth stood and felt her face flush.

"If you call sleeping in a stinking cell filled with rats comfortable, I can answer that for you. No!"

"Now now my dear, you did something very naughty, you know. And I couldn't let you get away with that. So you had to be punished. Robin Hood…is a very bad man. I couldn't have you running off with people like that."

"How dare you! You have no power over me-I am a guest here, I don't even live in your wretched Nottingham. I can go where I please!"

"Yes, just not off gallivanting with Robin Hood. Which you were about to do."

Elizabeth glared.

"Aha. See, I win." Vaisey stuck his finger through and tapped her on the nose. Elizabeth pulled away in disgust.

"Did you know your dearly departed dad was a traitor to me?"

Elizabeth laughed. "That's hardly surprising. In fact, my esteem of him has grown even more now. I probably would have been on his side."

"Yes, and that's why I can't let you loose. Once it starts in the family it seems to spread, and I can't have that. But I'll make a deal with you, missy. You share some of that inheritance of yours with me and you're free to go. You see, Prince John is a bit demanding these days."

"You're despicable."

"Oh yes, I revel in my despicableness! It's rather fun. Now, you make your decision by tonight, and if you're smart, you'll see things my way. After all, would you really want to spend the rest of your days in a rat-infested cell?" The Sheriff laughed and walked back upstairs, pleased with himself.

"Errrrrr!" Elizabeth slapped the prison wall, ignoring the pain that shot up in her hands.

She sat down again.

"Please, Robin. Come soon."