A/N I'm so sorry for not updating sooner. I can't believe it is over two weeks since I last updated this. My muse seems to have vacated the premise.Though judging from some of the work posted on here recently, I guess she has gone to plot with all of you instead.Just wanted to say LONG LIVE SAM AND DANIEL. Though Ilike many other fandoms, they are clearlybest, and I want to take this opportunity tosay thank you to everyone who writes for it (and reads it!).

In other news, I have now watched Men in Tights FOUR TIMES and I think itis genius!

So now I have made you wait twenty days and five minutes, here is chapter 18...

Chapter 18

Sam stirred and Daniel held her gently, lest she fell off the hay bed. A quiet mumble informed him that she had woken up and he nudged her softly.
"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Hello."

Sam opened her eyes and looked up from her position near his chest. She smiled sleepily.

"Waking up next to you certainly goes some way to making up for the early morning start."

Daniel smiled and blushed lightly at the compliment, but sharing the same sentiments with regards to his bedfellow.

"Suppose we ought to get up. Planets to save, people to free, et cetera."

Sitting outside in the damp morning air, Colonel O'Neill watched as his 2IC awkwardly climbed down the ladder from the tree house, her injured wrist stiff and sore.

"Carter!" He gently called her over and was pleased to note she looked cheerful this morning. "Hi."

"Morning sir."

He grinned cheekily and watched Daniel drop off the ladder, skipping the last few rungs. "How's the wrist?"

"Fine sir." Will walked up and smiled at them both.
"My liege. Marion. Robin." He nodded at Daniel as he came to stand next to Sam. "The men are anxious to get started."

Daniel returned Will's nod and looked at Jack.

"So, what's the plan?"

Will handed Sam and Daniel some food and proceeded to explain the plot he and the others had devised. "The sheriff is the main target. If he revoked his powers, I think his men would fall in line. With Richard on our side it won't be difficult to persuade them who to fight for."

There was a shout from a group of men and Will ran over to discuss something with them. Daniel raised his eyebrows at Jack, who shrugged. "Isn't that a little bit risky Jack? I mean, technically the sheriff is one of your relations, yet he didn't recognise you. We don't know for sure that you're actually… A king."

"We'll only use that as a back up. Firstly, we'll just have a nice chat with the sheriff while the men talk to the villagers."

Daniel finished his breakfast and shook his head. "I can't help but feel it's a bit like impersonating a god – pretending to be a king."

"And yet you are pretending to be an outlaw."

Daniel's eyes met Jack's and he got treated to a special 'O'Neill look'.

"Not technically. I haven't used my name to get people to do things."

"You're the one that wanted a rebellion. Have any better ideas?"

Sam cleared her throat and the two men looked at her. "Ok, we sneak into the castle and have words with the Sheriff. And Plan B?"

Jack rolled his eyes at her. "We shall form Plan B if we need it."

"When we need it." Sam smirked at the General.

"You forget Carter, we have P-90s. He won't ignore us for long."

Daniel cleared his throat. "And let's not forget about the villagers – they need to have some part in this."

"They will. I'm just going to make sure the important bits are done by us. I don't fancy being hung today."

Jack rubbed the raw skin on his neck and winced dramatically.

Teal'c placed a hand on Jack's shoulder and his wince became genuine as he turned around to scowl at his team member.

"O'Neill, Will reports we are ready to depart."

Sam gathered up her gear and the others followed, before Will reappeared and led them to horses.

"Again?" Jack sighed and looked at Will.

"Is there no other method?" Teal'c asked, eyeing the black horse warily.

"Not really Teal'c. We won't gallop - unless it's completely necessary." Daniel said, climbing onto his own horse. Jack sighed and climbed on a horse, shifting uncomfortably in the saddle. "I think when we set up trade relations we may show them plans for jeeps and stuff."

Sam smiled and climbed on a horse slowly, wondering if she remembered how to ride. Teal'c climbed on the horse and looked at Jack. "I would second that plan O'Neill."

When all the men were mounted the group turned and passed into the trees, soon disappearing into the shadows of the trees.

Coming out of the forest ten minutes later, SG1 swiftly scouted the area for signs of life, sharing looks with each other when they saw none.

"You would've thought the place would be crawling with the Sheriff's men."

"Yeah. Keep a good look out. I'm going to go speak to Will." Jack rode ahead, allowing a smirk to cross his face as he realised how cool he must look, riding as part of a group of thirty men. The debriefing later was going to be fun.

After talking to Will for a few minutes, Jack rode back to SG1.
"Right. We're all going to split up. Us four are going on to see the Sheriff. Some men are going to provide distractions; the others are going to rally the villagers. Ok?"

Will rode up to them and pulled his horse in beside Daniel's. "You are sure you want no more in your group?"
Jack shook his head. "We work well together. We'll sort it out quickly."

Daniel turned to Will. "You need to speak to the villagers. They will listen to you. Show them that they fight for their own good."

Will sighed and looked ahead. "They would listen to you more Robin."

"So will the Sheriff."

"Very well. I will see you later. Good luck." Will spurred on his horse and rode back to the front of the group before SG1 pulled away and headed off separately to Nott'am.

Running across a castle courtyard twenty minutes later, Daniel wondered whether they were doing the right thing leading the people into a rebellion. His morals had definitely shifted slightly on this mission – though he was in agreement that the Sheriff was an idiot and needed to be sorted out. And he had kissed Sam and tried to take her for a bride. That image stuck in his mind, he ran into the back of Jack, who was paused against a wall.

"Danny! Just try to concentrate on what we are doing, yeah?"

"Sorry." He glanced sheepishly at Sam, who smiled and checked her weapon.

Jack looked round the corner and turned back to the three of them.

"There are three guards playing dice on the floor. Teal'c, you and I will take them out. Carter; cover us."

Sam nodded and Jack and Teal'c disappeared round the corner. A shout and three swift thuds followed and the team carried on into the castle.
"Ok. Know where he is likely to be, anyone?"

Sam shook her head and glanced around. "The living quarters are on the next floor, if he is likely to be there. Which I would think he is – it's quite early."

"Right. Stairs then."

The team ran up a flight of stairs and quietly stole along the corridors. Hearing noises approaching, SG1 ducked into a side room as a couple of servants passed their hiding place. Jack observed the women pass through a crack in the wooden door and Teal'c took the opportunity to look around their surroundings. Leaning behind a large table he found himself looking down at a page boy.
"Greetings. Could you please inform us of the whereabouts of the Sheriff?"

Jack, Daniel and Sam turned around from their observation of the entrance, surprised at Teal'c's outburst. The boy stared defiantly at each of them in turn.

"The Sheriff? Are you Little John? I've heard of you."

Teal'c glanced at Jack, who nodded. "Yes. Yes I am. Do you know where the Sheriff is?"

"Aye, I do. He's in his room."

"Which is where?" Jack asked, tapping his gun impatiently.

"Straight down the corridor, red door on your right."

"Thank you."
The boy looked from one to the next, his eyes finally resting on Sam. "Can I come?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." Said Sam practically.

"I can fight!"

"Maybe later." Jack gestured for his team to follow and they headed back out onto the corridor, running up to a red door and pausing, before swinging it open and entering, weapons raised.