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Allan and Djaq walked in companionable silence through the small church grave yard. They had been chosen for this part of the plan since they were the ones who came up with it. John thought it was morally reprehensible, and the rest just had the heeby jeebies about digging up lost souls. Djaq pointed out a small bit of earth that seemed newly dug and Allan got to work. She watched the man as he shoveled the dirt to the side of the grave. "You're different, happier."

"Yeah," he had a bad feeling at were this conversation was leading. If he were right this evening was going to become very awkward quickly.

She studied him closely as if he were some experiment. "The shroud of anger and resentment that you use to carry about you seems to have gone."

"Yeah, yeah," he blushed, "I'm nicer and happier and we're all a cozy family again." He didn't like to be reminded of the man he had turned into. The man that betrayed his friends, his family.

"So what's her name," she asked nonchalantly.

"Pardon?"

"My father always told me that only a good woman with a soul pure and light could erase the shadows of a man's past," she shrugged as though it made the most sense in the world. "So who is she?"

Allan smiled at Djaq's strange saying. She really was from a completely different culture, but at the same time her words rang true. He hadn't been the same since he joined Guisborne. He had turned angry and vengeful. What made it all worse was that he had loved Djaq, and she had turned him down. His broken heart only seemed to fuel the flames. Even returning to the gang did not heal those wounds. Seeing Will and Djaq together always brought him sadness and jealousy. That is until he found something that could soothe his pain. His miracle elixir came in the form of a feisty village girl with full rosey lips, black bouncy curls, and a mischievous smile. "Her name is Miranda."

"I would like to meet her and thank her for returning my friend," Djaq said matter-of-factly.

Allan, whom usually loved to be the center of attention, was desperate to change the uncomfortable subject. "So when are you and Will going to have a babe or two?"

Djaq gave him a harsh look, "do you really think now is the time or place to have this discussion?"

Allan shrugged lifting another shovel full of dirt from the fresh grave, "why not? All I'm saying is you two have been married for a while now and I assume you get some time alone. I just figured that you would've ended up with child by now."

"There are things to do to lessen your chances. Will and I agree now is not the right time for a family," her voice was soft.

Allan lifted an eyebrow, "Will doesn't have a clue that you are using precautions does he?"

Djaq knew she needed to talk to someone, but she couldn't very well talk to Will or even Marian. She chewed on her lip nervously, "you have to swear not to tell."

"Your secret should be safe," he smiled. "No one in our gang has enough money to loosen my tongue." Allan laughed as her face filled with shock. "I'm just being funny."

She took a slow, deep breath and waited to release it. "I'm scared."

"Of what," Allan looked confused.

"Of being pregnant, of having a baby, of being a mother." She sounded frantic, "it is terrifying. I'm not sure if you have noticed or not, but I'm not exactly a nurturing person."

Allan waved her off, "sure you are. Well sometimes you can be a bit harsh. Especially when a guy is bleeding and you are stitching him up roughly. Oh, or when…I'm not helping am I."

Djaq's face had fallen. She looked sad and lonely, "I was not always like this. Before… when I was younger… before my father and brother were killed I used to be very sweet." Allan snorted but she continued, "no really. I was always taking in strays, and I had done my best to fill the void my mother had left. But when they died so did that girl. Not entirely at first. I remember treating injured on the battlefields. I cared too much, and each time I lost one my heart broke. I had to learn to become tough."

Allan knew that admitting this to anyone was hard for her. "You are not that way with everyone you know. I've seen you with Will," and for a moment he couldn't hide his jealousy and longing. "You always look at him with warm, caring eyes. I've noticed the gentle touches and caress that you have given him just to cheer him up." He looked down at his shovel, "whether you believe it or not, you have a nurturing side. You are just particular about those that you share it with. For what it means, I think you and Will would be brilliant parents."

Djaq smiled, feeling warmed by his words, "it looks like we found our baby. Right age, little to no decay. Let's take him back to the camp."

"No way," Allan stepped back. "We had a deal: I'd dig it up, but you have to carry it."

Eve sat in the small camp clutching little Jacob to her chest. He was such a sweet boy. Loud but sweet. She just hoped this plan would go well. She hoped that this would not be the last time she held her child in her arms. She glanced up, hearing Marian's voice.

"We can't thank you enough for watching the children Rosemary," the brunette smiled down at her daughter. "Chloe is usually pretty quiet, but she is teething a bit. Had another tooth come through yesterday."

Rosemary smiled, "oh posh, both babes will be fine. I've watched my share of children in my time. You lot just return safely."

Eve kissed her son's soft, downy hair before handing him to her mother. She knew he was in good hands, but still hated to leave him. She couldn't help the nagging feeling that this plan was not going to go as smoothly as the others believed. A dark gloom seemed to settle around her making her feeling like something terrible was coming. Eve tried to ignore her fear. She had faith in Much, and if he believed in Robin than she would to.

John paced nervously. He was usually not a fidgety man, he left the annoying worrying to Much, but this plan was wrong. Everything about it seemed disturbing. They were grave robbing and using the corpse to trick the sheriff. Not only was it desecrating a resting place but it almost seemed to be tempting fate. He did not like pretending that a child was dead; it was something that could come true far too easily. He rubbed his fingers on his temples trying to relieve the tension growing there.

Djaq approached the camp, laying the small body down on her cot before walking up to her husband. Maybe Allan was right, she thought. Maybe with Will and their children she would be different, more nurturing. She wrapped her arms around his hips and rested her head between his shoulder blades. He tried to turn to face her but her arms tightened.

"Are you alright, my love," his voice was barely above a whisper.

She smiled into his back loosening her grip so he could turn and wrap his arms around her. "I just missed you," she rested her head over his heart and listened to the steady beat. After this mission she would finally have the talk he'd been asking for. The one about starting a family.

Oh, how sweet. A small Will/Djaq moment. I hope that they can start that family someday.