Hi, so here is another chapter, again i really hope you enjoy this chapter and all that comes with it. I know Season 1 moulds a bit into Season 2 here but my Season 2 Sequel i can assure you will be AU.

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Again and TRIGGER WARNINGS potentially for this chapter.

Faith Based Initiative

Chapter 4-Shock To The System

Marian is forced to fight. Erin listens as Djaq tries to formulate a plan. And the Outlaws storm Nottingham only to be faced with a plan to kill the King. Some Trigger Warnings in this chapter.

Marian took a breath and looked around wincing as she rubbed her wrists. She was in what looked like another circular cave and common sense alone told her that, that small hole in the other cave was the only way out. This was a catacomb of caves. She couldn't even see sunlight. She knew where Djaq's mind had been thinking. Erin was the thinnest amongst them and Erin alone would be able to escape. As harsh and as terrifying as it sounded they had an outlaw captured here and the woman who meant something to Robin Hood. Right now Erin would interest them the least.

Of course there would be some convincing needed to be taken—

She was ripped out of her thoughts by a kick to the face from a boot that sent her flying. Marian staggered backwards her hands cutting on harsh stone and wishing she was in something other than her nightgown. Her hair caught in her mouth and she brushed it out the way standing up on shaky legs her hands forming fists in response.

There was one man, young by the looks of him but hard built like a soldier. She watched as he came forwards and then someone pushed her back away from the rock and she realised she was being enclosed in a circle. These knights as Erin called them—The Black Knights were watching.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked and she was pleased to realise that her voice was braver and louder and calmer than she felt. Her heart was hammering inside her chest and she wanted…Robin. She wanted the comforting presence of Robin by her side.

Before she could ask again there was a cry from the nameless, faceless Knights. It started as a whisper and became a great roar, a crowd of people calling for one thing. It reverberated time and time again.

"Fight"

Marian was about to ask again but the man moved closer. The punch to her face already bleeding knocked her backwards as well as the boot to her ribs. She forced herself upwards, she had spent years as the Nightwatchman and she knew how to fight hand to hand. It was instinct and coming up against Guy's guards were easy. This was a different kind of fighting. These men knew what they were doing, they were trained and more than once she caught blows that she knew she should be able to block. But she was tired, she was cold, she was aching and she was grieving.

Marian flipped a little a move she had taught herself as a teenager when anger at the world for taking her mother had made her reckless. She managed to hook one knee around her attacker and then twist which brought him to the floor. She banged his head against the ground until he was either unconscious or dead and she found for the first time she didn't care. As Nightwatchman she had always tried to keep her killing to a minimal. She didn't want to kill, she always aimed for the blows she threw to injury but never kill and she found as another man came forwards and she was forced to fight again that she didn't care if she killed.

She just wanted it to stop.

She just wanted Robin.

Erin had been sat her hands in her lap watching the sunlight. She knew it was day but time had long ago meant little consequence to her.

"Robin will come for us" Djaq said finally into the silence and it was the fever in her tone that made Erin look at her curiosity cutting through her apathy. Djaq had said nothing so far but she had prayed in her own language for a while. Whatever it was for she didn't know but Erin listening to it found that it was soothing to listen too.

"Whose Robin?" she asked her throat dry. Soon they must come with food and water. Djaq turned to look at her and she smiled though the split lip might have made that a bit difficult.

"Robin of Locksley. He was a noble in Nottingham but he rebelled against the Sherriff who outlawed him. He know goes by Robin Hood. He lives in a forest. I was…I am part of his gang of outlaws. We tend to rob from the rich to feed the poor."

"Is Marian his wife?"

"Not wife but they are in love. He'll have realised by now that both of us have been taken and he'll be looking. He'll come and rescue us, I know it"

Erin stared at her and then she flickered a small smile. It hurt but Djaq seemed to take comfort in it. Erin felt the muscles in her face ache and she wondered when exactly had the last time that she had smiled had been. She shifted forwards a little bit so that she could listen to Djaq. Even she did not think it the time to mention there was no chance of this Robin Hood finding them, they were too well hidden, the Knights were too good and death which had for so long been her friend and her companion was coming for these two women as sure as it was coming for her.

"Robs from the rich to help the poor? What is he half saint, half idiot?"

Djaq gave another soft smile and shook her head. "No he's genuine, he actually believes what he is doing is right. He'd make a good nobleman but the Sherriff of Nottingham has the ear of Prince John. He tried to kill the king once. Not that it mattered. The king is far away, the country, this country is falling to pieces while he is overseas"

Erin said nothing. She knew that was true. She shot another look at Djaq and then decided that perhaps she had to trust her. There was nothing else to do really was there and even she had to admit this woman seemed genuine about the man she was talking about. She didn't have a choice either.

"The Black Knights" she said sitting forwards her hands clasped in her lap feeling the pain in her ribs increase when she did it. She didn't mind, a long time ago Erin had learnt that pain helped keep her aware of what was going on and she used it to keep her focused even when her vision started swimming with lack of water, food and an increase of pain.

"The Black Knights talk, you cannot help but overhear them. You must, you must understand what they are hear to do—" she was cut off abruptly by the sound she recognised all too well, it was the sound of boots coming along to the cave. It was the sound of nightmares and before Djaq could say anything her moment of bravery was over and she was pressed back against the stone watching as they brought Marian back beaten, bleeding, unable to stand and then took Djaq.

She waited and then scooted forwards on her hands and knees. Marian was alive, she was awake. For how long was another story and Erin despite her apathy, despite her lack of believe that she would ever see a way out of the hell that had been her life for the longest time found that she was crying for the first time in the longest time as she looked down at a woman who had done nothing wrong and who if Djaq was telling the truth had a man out there who was going quite mad looking for her.

It did not matter though, none of it mattered. Because Erin knew how this ended.

They were all going to die.

And there was nothing that any of them could do about it.

They dropped into the castle like shadows.

Actually it was getting embarrassing how easy it was now. The Sherriff was really letting his guards go soft.

Allan righted himself brushing dirt of his jerkin and turned to help John through the little entrance way. John being the tallest of them all had to duck almost in half to get through and once they were all into the castle Allan unsheathed his sword and followed Robin down the silent corridors of the castle looking for anything, Marian, Djaq, Marian's father (if he was still alive) the Sherriff, or anything that might lead them to the where they could be.

The stopped once they had reached the great corridor that overlooked the courtyard. Again there were no guards, there was nothing not even servants. Robin turned looking baffled. Allan could not blame him, at this point it felt strange that nobody was about. It was noon, the sun was shining and the castle, the main focus point for a village should be teaming with people coming in and coming out.

"This does not feel right" John said voicing what they all thought. "It feels like a trap Robin"

"Yes it does" Robin admitted biting his lip.

"It would be like the Sherriff" Much pointed out. "Kidnap Djaq, kidnap Marian and Edward, wait for you to come and rescue them and get us all instead. He knows Marian's loyal to you, he probably knows that Edward was going to testify against him to the King, and he knows that we would go after Djaq because she's one of us. After all we did it once before. He knows we do not leave each other behind"

"Alright" Robin said bowing to good sense. "If that's the Sherriff's plan then where would he take them?"

"Great Hall" that was Will who had spoken simply nothing since they had decided to go to Nottingham. His face was white and his eyes dark in his face and Allan who did not believe in concern unless it was warranted, looked at him in concern. Will shrugged his eyes not seeing and Allan did not have to wonder what he was imagining because he was imagining it too.

"If your waiting for us, if you want to show a spectacle you do it in the Great Hall. There's a lot of doors, the guards could be in the chambers off the main one waiting for us"

Allan waited, they all seemed to wait for Robin to make the decision. Allan watched him and thought that if they all got out of this alive he would personally walk Marian down the aisle himself. Robin was clearly hopeless without her and it would be sweet had Allan any notion of what that feeling was like and it wasn't likely to get them all killed.

"Ok" he said finally. "We've got this far. We go to the Great Hall. And if there not there we find the Sherriff."

Allan nodded and then they were gone running down the corridor into the chamber expecting Marian and Djaq to be there, expecting the Sherriff to gloat perhaps even Gisbourne but there was nothing.

"What the hell is going on here?" he said looking around an empty room as they went down the stairs.

Then suddenly just as the Outlaws were about to give up there was a tramp of boots that was all to familiar. Much threw open one of the side doors and they all flew through it. Much shut the door just as the soldiers entered the Great Hall.

"What is this?"

Allan turned around at Will's tone and felt his eyebrows rise. The small anti-chamber of the Great Hall was small no more, indeed had been stripped of anything of value and on the table was a huge map of England. The routes from several ports seemed to be planned out and there were lines connecting Plymouth to Nottingham, to London and back again. Allan who was not great geographical genius had no idea what it meant but he did notice that there were chairs carved into the wall and pillars around the second wall.

"What the—" he did not get a chance to finish that sentence as the door opened and the outlaws fled behind said pillars that were thankfully thick enough to hide the weapons they were carrying. Allan pressed his back against the thick wood and tried very hard not to breathe.

He did not have to turn around to hear what was being said. He would have known the Sherriff's voice even without seeing the man in person. You weren't hunted like a dog for nearly a year now without knowing the voice of the man who hunted you.

The tramp of boots and the clinking of armour came closer and he paused trying to think about the number of men that the noise would entail. He was guessing about somewhere between ten to twenty when the Sherriff began to speak.

"Friends our time has come, King Richard is marching on Jerusalem by the time the year is out he will be home"

It took Allan a second to understand what the hell was going on when the Sherriff was talking about Operations and hugging and holding and welcoming the King home. It was only until he mentioned the actual words that he felt his knees go a little bit week.

The Sherriff was talking about killing the King!

Allan listened as the conversation continued and he felt his jaw drop open. He had expected much of the Sherriff but even after his actions only a week ago he couldn't have expected this.

But what did Djaq and Marian have to do with this?

The Sherriff mentioned that he knew the Knights had entertainment to go back to but Allan didn't understand that and judging by the look on Will's face he did not get it either. Robin made an abortive gesture and Much grabbed him and then the Knights were gone, the Sherriff was gone and the Outlaws were left in a stunned silence.

They came out around the pillars all of them from John, to Robin and Much, Will and Allan stared at the map that was in front of them thinking that they had come to solve one crime and had stumbled across another, one that was perhaps more dangerous, more damaging and more treasonous than anything they had ever come across before.

Allan decided to speak because he knew nobody else would and perhaps, indeed because he could say the words that were in his mind where as nobody raised in a Christian household in the year of 1192 could say.

"Well, fuck me"

And there you are another cliffhanger and i will do my best to publish the next chapter sooner rather than later. Also i do apologise for any spelling or grammar mistakes as this is not my strongest point.

Next Chapter-Djaq faces the Black Knights as Erin tries to help Marian. The Outlaws attempt to come to terms with what they have heard in the castle and what it means for them. Again Trigger Warnings for the next chapter