Hi, so here is the second part of this three part story and will take place during Season 2. The third part will take place during Season 3.

Now this story is going to be AU for a numerous amount of reasons so please keep that in mind. Also there might be some more unusual pairings in this story as well as the more cannon traditional ones. Also there will be discussions of rape and sexual violence so please do keep that in mind for any triggers while you are reading this story.

Also this story does deal with some historical debates around the Holy War and some scenes that might be Triggering. I will try to keep everything as historically accurate as possible.

This story will consist of 22 chapters like part one.

Spelling and Grammar are not my strongest points and therefore please keep that in mind as this story continues.

Disclaimer-Nothing but the character of Gisela and Erin will be mine.

Please Read and Review and let me know what you think.

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Sequel to Previous story 'Faith Based Initiative' and Part Two of a Three Part Saga. Set During Season 2-The Outlaws adjust, Marian and Erin are spies (Allan is not). Secrets from the past are coming to light and battles lines are drawn in which the aftermath will see nothing be the same ever again. Marian/Robin, Will/Djaq, Allan/OFC, John/Matilda, some Much/Kate and perhaps some Luke/Carter(?)

Chapter 1-The Things We Do For Love.

In which Marian is a spy in the castle, Robin tries to take on the Sherriff's sister (though he doesn't know it yet) Erin and Allan are divided and Much just wants to make stew in peace. Opening Chapter, Plot mostly next chapter.

Some nights it was like it had never happened.

That was what Marian used to say and then she would feel immediately guilty for thinking that way because for Erin there was not even that miniscule luxury. Marian at least had a safe space, safe memories and safe feelings in which to retreat to. Erin, now a bit more brighter (Marian thought) than the ghost of a girl she had once been had not remembered anything of her life before the cave.

Marian was sure if she did she would tell her. Perhaps it was more hope than anything else but she wanted Erin to trust her and she felt like she did.

As far as Marian was concerned you could not go through a thing like that and not have universal trust in the people you were with.

On those nights it was easy. The small room in the castle was clean and tiny, a fire was lit and it was easy for Marian to pull her books towards her and help Erin learn the basic luxuries that freedom provided.

In truth Erin was a very good and dutiful student. She had picked up writing quicker than reading and though she was still struggling in both when it came to long words her penmanship and her reading had improved considerably. Marian who'd had the benefit of being spoiled with her education was still ahead but she thought compared to what Will, Allan and Little John had in terms of an education her friend was doing very well indeed.

On nights like these they both went to bed separately. Marian's was the Lady's bed in the middle of the chamber but at her insistence (her very loud insistence the Sherriff had told her very pointedly the next morning) she had moved a smaller bed into what had been a Changing Chamber for Erin.

Erin had said she was fine on the simple mattress on the floor but Marian was not going to let her friend sleep on hard rock for one more night and she knew that if he got wind of it Robin wouldn't either.

"Your simply saving me a headache" she told Erin as they stared at the bed.

"Robin would just steal you one anyway and then I'd have to worry about him and worry about Guy finding out and…honestly Erin this way is just easier"

This was not a lie.

Those were the good nights, on the bad ones she would wake up screaming. When that happened, when she could see her father's face as the life drained from his body and his eyes faded she thought she was going to be sick. Sometimes when Robin managed to sneak into the castle to spend the night he would wake her with wide eyes and hold her until the trembling stopped. He never asked and she never talked and when it wasn't Robin it was Erin and she would just sit in front of the fire and watch the flames dance for a while until Marian was ready to be alone again.

Erin was a different story. If Marian didn't know she'd had nightmares (common sense alone told her that) then she wouldn't have known. Erin tended to suffer in silence and there were several nights when Marian would step out of her room to throw another log on the fire to see Erin sat in front of it shaking or in bed her legs tucked up around her, her whole body shaking with sobs.

And that led into the other problem.

Robin had not been happy over the last few weeks. As far as he was concerned Marian in danger in the castle was nothing short of stupidity in action. Marian disagreed but privately she was beginning to wonder. There had been no meeting of the Black Knights since she and Erin had come to stay and though she was sure that her cover was intact—the Sherriff didn't care and Guy believed that she had been humbled to the dirt which was enough to balm his wounded pride—there had been nothing happening in the forest either as far as she could tell and while Erin pointed out that no news was not exactly bad news, there was something else that seemed to cause more hurt to her blonde friend and that was the noticeable absence of Allan.

Robin when she had asked once had shrugged and told her that Allan was Allan and that he would come when he was ready which told Marian that Robin didn't know what was going on with his friend and was instead choosing to throw all of his focus at something he could fix (saving the King) rather than something he couldn't (his fellow Outlaw's love lives) he would then kiss her and Marian would let it all float away. They had not yet completed the act of lovemaking (she might behave in an unconventional way for a woman in 1192 but she was still her mother's daughter and that meant certain standards in the way she had been raised) but Robin and her had certainly seen the other without clothes and he was making it his personal goal to kiss every inch of skin he could whenever he could which always made her troubles seemingly float away for a time.

It was a dull rainy night when Robin came to see her slinging his way through the window as if it was second nature. Erin who had been stirring tea in a pot turned and smiled. She was getting used to Robin coming through the window as if he owned the place and Marian who had been sat repairing a tear in her Nightwatchman outfit started and then grinned as she saw who it was.

Robin bent his head and kissed her and Erin laded tea into mugs and passed him one. He took it and inhaled deeply and then slid the ring in his hand across the table before taking a seat.

"Took that off a woman in the forest today. Sherriff's personal insignia so he knows her. Not sure who she is to him but she's probably going to be in the castle the next couple of days so if you see anything—"

Marian took the ring and turned it over in her hands.

"We'll let you know. Well Erin will"

That was another thing she didn't like.

Erin was permitted to leave the castle under the guise of maid and after the first three days Robin was sure enough to report back that she was not being watched by any of the castle guards. Marian on the other hand was being watched everywhere she went and they were not even bothering to be subtle about it. She knew the order came from Guy and that when confronted he would turn around and defend this by saying she had been kidnapped and held hostage once by ruffians so what was to stop it from happening again? A point that only existed because she had lied to him about what had really happened.

Ugh it was all so very frustrating.

She looked at Erin who was folding some linen into squares for the laundry maids and rubbing her knee at the same time where it ached with the rainy wind that Robin had let in. In three weeks she had changed beyond all recognition from the woman that Marian had seen chained to a rock in the dark. She was dressed in neat green dress that though simple was clinched in at the waist with a dark leather belt. She had chosen simple leather boots to wear as her everyday shoes much as she had in the camp and after three weeks of baths, three solid (and mostly) hot meals a day she looked a lot better. She still had the faded bruises around her eye and her knee still hurt when the cold air slipped in and she was still very skinny but the hungry look had faded from her eyes, the haunted look had dimmed somewhat and Marian had no doubt that the girl who had once been a ghost was slowly but surely coming back to life again.

Erin caught her eye and smiled. They had developed a working relationship that existed very well in the past weeks and Erin folding the sheets up and said with that soft knowing and somewhat wistful smile she reserved for them.

"I'll go and take these down to the laundry rooms. Perhaps fifteen minutes?"

Robin caught Marian's eye and she blushed. Robin had already proven there was a lot that he could do in fifteen minutes.

Erin slipped through the door unnoticed.

Djaq was warming her hands by the fire when Will came back his hair wet and sticking in all directions. In the weeks where the weather had made hunting lean and all of the Outlaws crabby with temper the final stages of baby fat that came when a boy turned into a young man had faded away and now she could see the muscular build of his body under his new shirt and tunic and the sharp lines of his jaw and cheekbones.

As ever when she noticed these changes he took the moment to look at her and she had to look away. They'd all gotten new clothes recently due to wear and tear and the good fortune of Erin who was able to make purchases with discretion. Unlike her old slaves clothes this dark purple cloth had been fashioned to make good sturdy clothes that were a hell of a lot more flattering than her old ones and with her hair slowly becoming less like a boy's Djaq thought that like the rest of the Outlaws she was shedding the person she had been when she had become a criminal and was now becoming the person she might have always been.

"Like a snake shedding it's skin" Allan had said sagely. He had been staring at the blue shirt in his hands for a long time as if he could see through the fabric as to what was going through the woman who had bought it's mind.

Whatever was going on between Allan and Erin, Djaq was not sure off. Will had simply said that Allan was unhappy with Erin putting himself in danger and then commentated that he couldn't blame the poor bloke for being confused as hell as to what was going on because one minute she was kissing him and the next she was gone and that was enough to make any man confused.

Djaq had not commentated on that but had simply raised her eyes to the heavens. Will upon seeing this had promptly shut up and Allan had not said anything.

"Here" Will said looking slightly unsure of himself and holding out what looked like something wrapped in leather. Djaq took it and unwrapped it to see what looked like a new sword belt. "I made it" he said quietly. "You said your old one was looking a bit ragged"

"Thank you" she said staring at it. It was a good quality leather and intricately designed with little stars and half moons with the metal threaded through. She knew it must have taken him a long time to get right and she felt her heart swell with love for him. If only they could stop dancing on the edge of the abyss and step off the cliff!

"You really do have a talent for stuff like this you know. It's utter perfection"

It was the truth but Will went scarlet (no pun intended) and looked utterly thrilled with himself. He looked at her and she looked back quite content to drown in the brown that was his eyes until the flap of the camp opened and Much came in spoiling what Djaq thought was a rather beautiful moment.

"Oh good grief" he said upon seeing them. "It was bad enough with Robin, now I've got Allan pining like a lovesick soldier out trying to find me some mushrooms and John's skinning the rabbit for me. If you want dinner before the Good Lord calls us all Home then you better go and find me some herbs Will and clean out the bowls if you don't mind Djaq"

Blushing she went to do task that was asked of her but when she looked up she saw that the rain had stopped and though it was too dark she liked to think that the stars were going to shine through and that with any bit of luck the next few weeks would be so, so much better than the last.

And there you are. Hopefully the second chapter should follow this one as I tend to do a double update around the holidays. Please let me know what you think so far.

Next Chapter-Allan gets captured. Erin makes a decision to save he man she loves, there are snakes in the castle (in more ways that one) and the Nightwatchman makes her return.