Title: Outlaws2006 - Chapter Four- What is a bus?
Rating: PG
Author: moonmajik and Tanya
Synopsis: Robin and his gang of outlaws, plus Guy of Gisnborne and the Sheriff, get swept 800 years into the future, to the year 2006, into the ladies bathroom of a Starbucks Coffee House. Follow their journey as they get to grips with their new surroundings. Based on the BBC's 2006 Robin Hood.
Pairings: Robin/OC, Will/OC, Alan/Djaq
Disclaimer: We do not own Robin Hood or any associated comments, such as "We go to Nottingham" or "Not being Funny, but..." Especially do not own the Sheriff. Damn. We do, however, own Charli and Tanya. In the later Chapters, there may be other characters that we own.

"So…I'm a little confused here," Charli manoeuvred herself between Tanya and Robin; he had no choice but to take a step back. "You say you're Robin Of Lockley, I mean Locksley-whatever! Are you making a film or something? Because if you are, I think you seriously need to work on your costumes."

The group of men all looked down at their clothing with puzzled looks on their faces. It abruptly became clear to Tanya and Charli that they didn't have a clue what they were talking about.

"Okay, this is freaky," Tanya, hissed quietly. "I don't think they're making a movie, Charli. They just fell from the sky for Christ sake!"

"I know but…" Charli stopped short, a crazy thought suddenly popping into her head. It was possible; they had just fallen from the sky as Tanya had said. "Um…what year is it?" She asked the group of men casually.

"Well what kind of a question is that?" A small boy with a foreign accent pushed his way to the front. The girls hadn't noticed him until now. "It's 1192 of course."

"Crap…" Charli's eyes widened in astonishment. "Tanya, I think we got ourselves a real bunch of outlaws here. And not just any bunch, but Robin Hood's bloody bunch!"

"You mean his merry men?" Tanya guffawed. "But their not wearing tights!"

"And I'll have you know that the Sheriff and I are not outlaws!" Guy sneered.

"Whatever! Look," Charli ignored him, causing Guy to sneer all the more. She spoke directly to the men again. "Something very strange has happened here, and I have no way of explaining it but…well basically…I think you're in the future…it's the year 2006…"

Charli cringed, waiting for them all to explode into some kind of rage, but instead, there was a deafly silence. Absolutely nothing. And then…laughter. Every single one of them seemed to be in some kind of hysteria, except the tall dark guy, clad in leathers. Tanya got the impression that nothing much amused him.

"Aw come on guys! You say you were in Sherwood Forest a moment ago right? And then you suddenly fall through the roof, landing right here in the ladies toilets of Starbucks, dressed in twelfth century clothing too! How do you explain that?"

"We…" Robin opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He turned around and looked at his men for some kind of help, but they all shrugged their shoulders in response.

"Well," Alan spoke up. "I'm not being funny but, it did start to get a little windy, and there were a few flashes of lightening and…yeah, it was pretty scary actually."

"I wasn't scared." Will defended.

"Not to mention the fact that it all came within about three seconds-" The small foreign boy piped in.

"Yes Djaq, but it all could have just been a case of very bad weather!" Robin wanted to cry at the absurdness of it all.

"And what about the part where we were all swept up and sucked into that hole, Locksley!" Guy stated impatiently.

"You see!" Charli started to jump up and down on the spot. "I knew it! They must have accidentally fallen through some kind of vortex! A time loop! You guys have just travelled over eight hundred years into the future!"

There were a series of gasps and grunts of astonishment around the room. Robin dropped his head and slumped his shoulders, chuckling away to himself in the process. He ran his hand over his face several times before looking around and holding his hands up in defeat. "Alright, you have me. It's the year 2006 and we're over eight hundred years old."

"Master, surely you can't be serious!"

"Do you have a better explanation, Much!" Robin snapped in frustration. Much stepped back, looking slightly pained for a moment. "I'm sorry…I just…I don't know what to do."

For the first time in a long while, Robin felt completely lost. Tanya almost felt sorry for the guy. If she'd been flung back eight hundred years into the dark ages, she probably would have just found a hole to hide in until somebody told her it was time to go back to the future.

Robin looked a little hesitant, but he eventually moved back towards Tanya. "Will you help us?" He hated asking, but now was not the time to let his stupid pride get in the way. His eyes searched hers pleadingly and Tanya knew it was going to be too difficult to resist. She opened her mouth to answer him, but was quickly jerked to one side by her friend.

"Are you mad?" Charli hissed. "You were going to say yes, weren't you? Oh jeez." She ran a hand through her hair, flattening it to her head. "How are we supposed to look after eight outlaws in the 21st century? And…" She glanced over to Robin, "sorry to ruin you fun, but may I remind you about a certain twenty-two year old brunette called Harry?"

Tanya glared at her, folded her arms and pouted, choosing to ignore her friend's well-placed comment about her on/off boyfriend.

"Please?" She fluttered her eyelashes, and then grinned wickedly. "Oh, please Charli, can we take them home? They are so cute…" Charli rolled her eyes. "It will help you to get onto that History course you want to do"

"That was three years ago. But…" She glanced over at Robin and his men again, her gaze falling on one particular dark haired outlaw. "They are pretty cute."

"Yay! Thanks!" Tanya hugged her friend, before turning back to Robin and announcing that the two girls would help them.

A sense of relief washed over Robin, at least now he would have someone who knew what was what in this strange, new, silver world; someone to help him lead his men. He glanced over at Guy and the Sheriff, the first of which was standing on his own, to one side looking sullen and angry, the second of whom was still cowering behind his second in command. Robin sighed, and turned back to the two girls.

"Thank you. My name, as you know, is Robin of Locksley, and these are my men. Much, Little John, Alan, Will and Djaq." Each outlaw gave a nod as his name was spoken.

"Who are they?" Charli indicated toward Gisborne and the Sheriff.

"I am the Sheriff of Nottingham. I will not be associated with Robin Hood and his band of Outlaws" The Sheriff's disembodied voice floated towards them from behind Guy.

"I am Guy of Gisborne" The black leather clad man's manners had not deserted him, and he two nodded a reluctant greeting at the girls.

"Is he for real?" Charli indicated to the Sheriff with her thumb, raising an eyebrow at Robin. It was Will who answered her.

"Unfortunately." He said curtley, glaring darkly at the smaller man.

Tanya, sensing the tension between the two, smoothly drew the guys' attention back to her. "Well, my name is Tanya. And this is Charli." Charli gave a little wave from where she had perched herself, half leaning on a sink.

"Surely Charlie is a boys name?" Robin frowned.

"No. Charli. With an I!" The girl enunciated. "Short for Charlotte. You know?" Robin looked confused. "Oh never mind." She gave an exasperated sigh. "Yes. I have a boy's name. But I'm fine with it!"

"Forgive me for asking, but what did you do that was so bad they made you stand the embarrassment of cutting off your hair?" Her hand immediately flew to her short, died locks, and she looked confused.

"Why, whats wrong with my hair?"

"Not being funny," Alan piped up, "But its bright red"

"I like it" Will offered. Instead of earning him a look of gratitude from Charli, as he expected, she glared at him.

"It's not meant to be liked, it's meant to be a statement," she informed him. Gisborne groaned.

"Can we stop behaving like married couples, and start thinking about how we are hoping to get out of this situation?"

"Oh yeah," Tanya gasped, "Charli, how on earth are we going to get them out of the Ladies bathroom, out of Starbucks, and back to your flat?"

"I don'-MY flat?"

"Its closer"

"Oh yes, I can see my mother being very impressed when I waltz in with eight outlaws and inform her that she has to cook for them."

Tanya grinned. "Your problem. The more immediate one is how to get them out of the café."

"That is not the problem I was referring to." Gisborne clenched his fists at the consistent chatter and bickering between the two friends. "I simply meant how are we going to get back to Sherwood."

"Oh that's easy." Charli responded. "You walk down the high street and get the number three bus. It finishes its route in Sherwood Forest."

"I meant our time!" Gisborne seethed. "And what is a bus?"