My apologies for I am truly sorry for not updating in such a long time. I would not be suprised if any of you even remember this story. But life has been hell recently. Well here it is and we are coming to the end soon. I know I promised to update regulary and I haven't so all I can say is a deep sorry for all those people (if there are any) who have supported and liked this story. A HUGE SORRY to Candyfloss77, Lena Scarlett and Mizco who reviewed (for betareading whenever I feel like writing sorry again) all that long time ago.

Anyways, here it is. Enjoy..

Claude stood darkly in the small washroom listening to the woman talk nervously to the Saracen. Bowing slightly to him, the woman took her leave. Djaq turned round to face him.

"See, he is not the man you thought he was,"

Claude remained silent and pondered he words a moment.

She smiled slightly, she was right and she knew it. He sighed and nodded.

"What now, you have proved your point," he said, his arms folded across his chest.

"We save them of course," she said simply.

Claude could not help but laugh at her statement, before stopping abruptly at the glare she was giving him.

"What?"

"Djaq, they are outlaws,"

"And good men!" she interrupted.

"Even so, they are outlaws!"

"The law is wrong!" she argued, getting frustrated.

"I do not make the law. I do not decide," he protested.

"But you are going to help enforce it," she said meeting his gaze steadily.

Claude groaned and rubbed his head, "what is the plan?"

Djaq just smiled and grabbed his hand.

"Will glared at the sheriff hating him now more then he had ever in his life. He could not help but feel sickness rise in his throat when he thought of the sheriff's words. How could they of let this happen? They all had known that she was a woman, even if they treated her the same and they all knew this risks that women faced. Yet they did not link the two together. It seemed that they had overlooked this danger as by simply thinking of her as one of the lads. He gravely wished they had not overlooked such a matter. If anything had happened to her then god help him there would be hell to pay.

Robin stood there deep in thought, his arm wrapped around Marian as his mind raced. The sheriff's words echoed harshly in his head.

"Master?" Much said breaking into his thoughts. Robin turned to find all eyes on him. Will was pacing restlessly, while Allan and John simply stared at him.

"Master, we need to get her. We need a plan!" Much cried.

"I know," he muttered desperately, trying to conjure up a foolproof plan, but to no avail.

"Well we have to do something!" Allan said glaring at him, "We can't just sit here whilst she's out there with him," Allan said stopping short of finishing the sentence, not wanting to say the words out loud even if everyone knew what he was about to say.

"I know that Allan!" Robin said, worried too about the Saracen.

"Do you?" Will asked quietly

"What is that supposed to mean, Will?" he said turning towards the young lad.

"Just that last time you were too busy to help her. You were too caught up with your stupid argument with Gisbourne to give her a second thought!"

Robin opened his mouth to speak, "Will, we are all worried for Djaq, but taking your anger out on me is not going to help anyone especially her" he stated calmly. "Now, we need to pull together. As a gang we are a strong team, but if we fight among ourselves we are weak. We need to work together and come up with a plan."

Nodding they formed a small circle and began to come up with some ideas.

The sheriff grinned as he hummed to himself. It was not long now till he would see Robin Hood and his band of worthless outlaws swing. Well all but one, but she was nothing to worry about, at this point she was probably busy entertaining the young Lord. Part of him, felt somewhat despondent at the soon to be death of his enemy, things would be a lot duller round here. But for the most, Vaisey was looking forward to the relaxing times ahead. After the hangings in the morning nothing and no one would stand in his way.

"How do I look?" Djaq asked turning round as Claude inspected her.
"Erm," he paused, trying to think of a tactful way of putting what he saw into words.

"Like a vision out of a hot blooded young man's fantasy?" he asked.

Djaq snorted, "So it should work?"

"I believe so," he replied.

"Good, now off you go. You know what to do," she said as she ushered him out of the door.

Nothing. So far they had nothing. Time seemed to be going pitifully slowly. They had been thinking of ideas for ten minutes and becoming increasingly frustrated as each idea was discarded.

Suddenly there was a loud bang as the door was opened. In the dungeon now stood, the man that they had been so anxious to save Djaq from. Lord Klaviere walked into the dungeon.

There we go. I am not expecting any reviews, and will be finishing this story off even if no one is reading it. Thanks Soulprovider