Author note: Nothing belongs to me, everything belongs to those who wrote, Directed and produced the Movie 'Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves' in June of 1991.

All I own is my OC's I place in here; I do hope you enjoy! If you've read my previous stores of the Harry Potter, the Marauders Fox and its sequel I hope you'll enjoy this also! Wish me luck! :)

**This is T and or M rating, not really sure where I want this to lead too so bear with me for a bit. So, you've not only been given the rating on the introduction of the Fan-fiction summary, but also here on the first chapter.

THIS IS A Will Scarlet/OC Fanfiction :)

2020

Chapter 3

The Sheriff had continued to visit the witch under his castle, Mortianna, an old Crone witch that had raised him since he was a child. She had foreseen their deaths at the hands of Robin and a painted man, as she had said, a painted man from where Richard had gone to invade. "Kill him, Kill them both!" She'd cried into his arms, her eyes both different, representing her ability to witchcraft and the dark arts, one an albino white and the other a bright brown, human, like eye. The Sheriff had placed a bounty upon their heads the very same afternoon.

Sherwood Forest

"There are you ghosts, Duncan," Robin smiled with some laughter, "Wind chimes, a children's toy put to very good use." Robin said, continuing his gentle laughter, placing his sword back into its sheath.

"This forest has eyes, I swear it." Azeem said, his curved sword's hilt still held in his hand, ready for anything as they moved along. He had placed his sword back into its sheath after finding the forest safe once more but continued to keep an eye out for anything suspicious. His breath had been taken away when they came upon a waterfall and large river surrounded by lush green forest, "If I'd ever seen anything as beautiful it would have only been in my dreams." Azeem whispered, mostly to himself, only Robin had heard him, as had Duncan. Azeem's words had brought a bright smile to both men in company.

"Then why not try to dream up a way across it my friend." Robin said with a jesting laugh, moving from his horse and easing himself across the visible rocks the waters were running over and eroding at and poking into the water to find the bottoms for safe passage for the horses. He had smiled with triumph and stepped into the water, raised his arms up, sword in hand, "There's hope! It seems I have found safe passage across -" To Azeem's and Robin's shock he hadn't had the chance to say much more due to a hidden rope in the water being pulled, tripping Robin's legs out from under him, sending him back into the water, dropping his sword in the waters and Robin coming back up sputtering from the water that had been sucked into his mouth and nose at the sudden fall. But it was the man's voice that began to sing that brought their attention back around to more trouble with confusion and curiosity.

"There was a rich man from Nottingham who tried to cross a river.

What a dope, he tripped on a rope!

Now look at him shiver.

Beg for mercy rich man!"

~Will Scarlet~

Laughter came as anything but a belly roll to their ears from a young man looking for money of unfortunate people who truly could be looking for no trouble.

"I beg of no man!" Robin said, he was not in the mood, and to make this worse for him, he was wet and had lost his sword in the water. But he seemed to have continued to be surprised when several others began to shout and cheer as they came out of hiding, armed with wooden shovels and walking sticks, or what he'd have thought were dueling stick, and rakes as the young man jumped out laughing at them.

"As you can see, this is our river, and any man who wishes to cross it you'll have to give payment!" The man shouted, Robin could have sworn he was looking at a mirror, but the boy was not only younger but had a few different traits that were not resemblance to himself or his father.

"As you can see, I have nothing, not even my sword." Robin said with a sigh, and it was true, he really didn't have anything, but he had honestly thought they'd have gotten out of that one but was graced with no such luck as a hearty voice boomed from nowhere that had Robin and the others looking around. His attention came to a tall and broad shoulders and bearded man in multiple rags and skins holding a dueling stick, "Any man who travels with two servants and says he has no money, is either a fool or a liar."

"Yeah, he's a liar!" The man who'd sang shouted with encouragement to his company who'd come out to join them in gathering a payment.

"Really now? I'd have always been under the impression he was simply full of himself!" A female voice called out, directing everyone's attention to a wavy-haired brunette and blue-eyed angel setting atop a grey horse. Her long green, wool dress, leather arm bands laced around her wrists, to keep her sleeves closed and the chilling air from going up them. Her waist was belted with a leather belt and her sword, bow and arrows with her and a large sack sitting behind her atop a rolled blanket and a canteen full of water, the sack was full of something that they could possibly guess was traveling gear, yet was truly full of bread, fruit and vegetables.

She had been sitting there for a while but had only found them simply because of the man's voice that sang loudly. The woman had seen who had sang the song when he'd jumped from the hidden bushes and spoke to Robin and called out about Robin being a liar. She had looked around them all and her eyes had landed on a sandy blond-haired man with bright green eyes, and she was shocked to say he had a charming smile and air about him that gave her notice that she needed to force her blush back, "Now how did that song go again? Ah yes, 'There was a man from Nottingham who tried to cross the river.' Am I correct so far?" She said with a grin as she stared at the gaping mouthed man who'd tripped Robin in the first place before singing the song.

They couldn't believe their eyes, nor ears, she didn't just look like an Angel, but she nearly sang as one too.

She couldn't help but smile with some laughter, "Quite entertaining, you'll have to teach me the song."

Will couldn't believe it, she was beautiful, as was her voice. But what drew him in was the woman's smile and her eyes. He was brought back from his dreaming when Robin had called out with shock and wonder as he sputtered the water from him still drenched. "Ashley? What in God's name are you doing out here! Where's your sister?" Robin shouted up to her.

"I'll tell you later, Robin, but I believe you have a duel you've yet to finish,dear friend. Please don't stop just because I'm here. You know I love watching you getting flattened." She said back with a teasing smile as she laughed at Robin's shocked face and laughter with a look telling her he'd have words with her later.

"You're too kind, Ashley," Robin called up with a tease but had been stunned back to reality when he'd been hit in the gut just above the belt, knocking the wind from him and Ashley winced but grinned at him knowing he really wasn't trying much. He was better with a bow, just like she was, but she knew he was better at a sword than she was, so she didn't see why he was letting himself get walloped like he was. Ashley only later began shaking her head when he got knocked back into the river again, "Any suggestions Azeem!"

"Get up! Move faster!" He said with a shack of his head and crossed his arms with a bit of disappointment, but Ashley couldn't help but laugh at Azeem and Robin, truthfully, she'd have possibly said the same thing, or told him to go for John's legs. But he didn't ask her, he had asked Azeem, so she stayed silent besides the laughter she had as she watched Robin getting flattened, but her laughter had died when he'd been sent over the waterfall and John moved to look for him.

Ashely had abandoned her steed and rushed down towards the water bank, "Robin!" He still hadn't come up yet and Ashley was fearful he'd hit his head and drowned, but the sudden fall of arms wrapping around her shocked her from her thoughts of going in after her friend.

"No, don't jump in." His voice whispered into her hair just behind her covered ear. The notion sent shivers through her body. Looking over her shoulder, her face came almost an inch from the man who'd sung the song and tripped Robin, they were both in a daze as the two stared at one another at a much closer distance that Ashley hadn't noticed Azeem was even worried Robin hadn't come up and looking around the water surface for him. Their daze was broken when John had shouted out, "It's a bloomin' shame, he was brave lad he was!" Though Ashley had the feeling he just truly didn't care. She soon smiled and laughed with joy when the dueling stick had come up and out of the water, hitting John between his legs from behind and heaved him over head into the water himself screaming for help, "I can' swim! Help!"

"Do you yield!" Robin shouted, refusing to release the man and continued to dunk John's head under the water surface until he got an answer.

"Yes!" John screamed fearfully, he'd drowned flailing his arms out hoping to catch something to help him but to no avail.

Robin bit back his laughter, "Good, now put your feet down." And helped John stand as the two laughed and everyone else began to join in, Azeem and Ashley both sighed with relief while Azeem simply shook his head while Ashley smiled.

"The pendant." Robin panted, wiping his face of the dripping water.

"Your name first." John said, a look of appreciation for being bested in his own forest.

Ashley only saw it as a fair trade and smiled knowing she already liked John Little as did Robin, "Robin of Locksley." He said with a smile and happiness as John hung Robin's pendant around his neck and smacked him on the arm in welcome.

"Well, Robin of Locksley, you have balls of solid rock! Come on Lads, let's make camp and find some food!" John shouted.

However, Ashley seemed to be the only one to take notice that the man holding her had loosened his grip on her. The act caused her to look at him in wonder, ready to ask him if he was alright but had stopped in her actions when she took a full notice of his shock as he stared at Robin.

"Come on, Will, let's try to find some rabbit." One man said patting him on the back and heading off. Remembering she had brought some food she quickly offered it up to them.

"I have some bread, fruit -"

But Will had turned on his heels quickly, glaring at her, "We don't need charity from a spoiled little girl." Will snapped at her, a glare set in his eyes, his tone was a natural level and laced with venom.

Robin and many others had quickly looked to the two in shock, but Robin's fury had soared to the skies, "What did you just say to her!" Robin shouted taking wide strides to get to the two as Will rolled his eyes with an annoyed sigh, only irritating Robin more.

Ashley feared what would happen next, Robin looked rather upset on her behalf and Will seemed to have a sudden dislike for Robin that would not start, nor end, well. "No, Robin. It's fine." Ashley had attempted to stop this before it even began. But as John stepped forward, patting Robin on the back, a silent signal he was to take care of this, Robin had stepped back to allow the man who knew these men to handle the situation.

"No, your friend is right, me Lady. Will, if you ca'not appreciate the help offered to us, then you can suffer the night without her aid. And while I'm at it, I'll give ya some advice boy. A woman can provide more than just food when she's willing to help you, and I don't mean that in the wrong way, my Lady, I mean that a woman can listen better than any man or friend. She's comfort where you last expect and a lady that's willing to help ya and listen to ya with no complaint, is a rarity in any day... Now, someone said somethin' abou' food?" John finished off with a smile and patting his stomach.

He had made Ashley smile in appreciation, "The satchels and sack I have on my horse are full of bread fruit and some vegetables. And to answer your earlier question Robin, Marian knows I came after you three. We weren't going to let you have to survive in the forest if you didn't have to. You and my brother kept me safe in the prison for six years, I'm not going to abandon you now, even if we are in England. And yes John, there is plenty of food in there for all of you, you can keep the horse as well, she's an old mare, you can trade her in the market nearby for a fair amount, as long as you don't sell her to a butcher, please."

"Why do you care so much about an old horse." Will grumbled off from the side sulking to himself, he honestly expected a spoiled girl's answer, but what he got was something he'd never thought a rich girl would ever say.

"Because she's a good horse, and she was mine when I was a child. They used her for farming when I ran away, and now the poor thing is so old and used she deserves a steady life. She still likes running so anything that can keep her on her feet for a while longer may be better, she has a heartbeat, Will. And I'd have done the same for a bird." She told him a bit sternly and walked away from him.

John hadn't helped him feel better about snapping at her, in fact he made it worse when he raised a brow and grinned, "Now that, boy, is a lady."

They spent the night around a fire. Will was off in the short distance listening to them talking, Robin had defended Azeem when one of the men had tried passing the mead past Azeem, "Has English hospitality changed so much in the last six years that a friend of mine is unwelcome to this table."

Ashley had stopped mid drink from the bottle of Mead she had been handed, she hadn't noticed they had skipped over Azeem at all, or at least tried to.

"But, he's a savage, Sire." The man holding the mead container said to Robin under his breath to him, this had Ashley coughing on the mead she had been trying to swallow down.

"Yes, he is. But no more a savage than you or I, and don't call me 'Sire'. I am no longer Lord of anything, I am just the son of a dead man. The moment I killed the Sheriff's men I became one of you." Robin spoke gently, tossing his small dagger into the ground, his mind wandering. He'd grinned to himself when Azeem had gratefully with deep thanks and regret he must decline the offer.

"Allah forbids it," He said up to John, who was sitting up in a tree just grinning down at the man with a shake of his head.

"Your loss mate." John was nowhere near offended, he understood Azeem's religion would forbid him from doing something, like their's did, but he was honestly surprised his religion would refuse him the joys of liqueur. But it was what it was, John wouldn't complain, more for the rest of them then. But his grin had been replaced by one of confusion and small annoyance when Will spoke up with annoyed aggression.

"You are nothing like us, Rich boy." And quickly strode off into the woods.

"Now that there is Will Scarlet, pay him no mind mate, he's just full of piss and wind." John joked. Really John meant nothing by it, but Will had a tendency to lash out over something ridiculous and it had always bothered John, the boy refused to say a word as to why he was always so angry.

Ashley had still been unable to clear her throat from her coughing and Wulf, liking Ashley, had jumped from his perch to help her, taping her back gentle with a bit of playful laughter, "You know, if we have to we can just have Will kiss you."

"Wulf!" John playfully scolded his son, "We'd like to keep the Lass breathin' son. Not have her lose more breath than she has already." Laughter filled the night air, but Will was proving to be difficult. He may have walked off, but he had just moved from the previous corner he was into a different spot.

"It's alright John, I wouldn't kiss her either way." Will said, a grin played on his face, but with the night sky and the moon unable to give light around him Ashley couldn't see his playfulness, she had only had a few sips of the mead container and she was thankful she wasn't drunk, but Will was truly beginning to push her patience, "Did I offend you in another life or something?" She said sternly, confronting him.

With a grin he moved from his spot and towards the fire, allowing the light to shadow cas his face, "No, my Lady, I'm just full of piss and wind like John said." Will said sarcastically. Will had then gone on to insulting Robin more, calling him the son of a Devil worshiper. That had sent poor Duncan into an emotional frenzy, causing Robin to intervene to calm his old friends, "My father was no Devil worshiper, and anyone who says otherwise I shall have words with." Robin and Will had both shared a stern and heated glare before Will scuffed and went back to his previous corner.

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