Title: Outlaws2006 - Chapter Ten: As Fast as Robin's Flamin' Arrows!
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.

The journey to training was an interesting one. Piling eight people into a smart car turned out to be impossible, and Tanya was forced to go and get her Peugeot 206. The outlaw's stared at the cars, nervous to get in one.

"Are they safe?" Robin eyed the blue Peugeot as Tanya climbed out the driver's side.

"Yeah sure," Tanya lied, grinning. "Now come on, everyone get in." Much, who had been disconnected with his bathtub and was apparently suffering withdrawal symptoms, quickly forgot his loneliness when he realized that they would be riding in the car.

"Oh!" He jumped up and down. "Can I sit there?" He pointed to the drivers seat. Charli appeared behind him, dressed now in a tracksuit and carrying a large rucksack.

"I wouldn't have thought so, Much. I don't think Tanya's car insurance covers 'Outlaw's from the 12th century'" Much looked so crestfallen, that Tanya had to smile.

"You can ride shotgun, Much!"

"Shotgun?"

"She means in the front. Around the other side of the car. Pull the handle and the door towards you!" Charli demonstrated how to open the door, before Much practically flew around the car and jumped inside. The others were a little more difficult to convince to get in.

"Will, Alan, Djaq and Robin," Charli shepherded them towards the door. "You sit there. You'll have to squeeze in!" She put her hand on Alan's head, who was the first to approach the car, and pushed him in. Robin followed at a look from Tanya. "Its fine. I've been riding in these things all my life, and we haven't crashed yet."

"Crashed?" Alan blanched, and tried to climb out, pushing Robin to one side. Charli pushed him back into the car.

"It's just like riding in a carriage. Only faster. Get back in. All of you get in, or I'm going to be late. I can just imagine the excuse. "Sorry, but I have outlaws staying with me who have come back in time, and I just couldn't persuade them to get in the car." In!"

When the men were in, and the seat belts were fastened as best as they could be, Little John tapped Tanya on the shoulder. "What about me?"

"You'll have to sit on the floor." Charli pulled him towards the car. "It's uncomfortable, but it's not a long journey." Little John climbed in and cramped himself awkwardly into the foot wells, to crys of 'get of my foot!' and 'Djaq, your elbow is rather uncomfortable in my stomach!' Charli shut the door, and climbed herself into the boot.

"Right. Let's go people." Tanya, feeling slightly wicked, slammed her foot down on the accelerator, causing the car to skid as it pulled away. There were several 'Whoa's!' and 'Holys!' as the outlaws held onto each other for dear life. "Sorry guys," she chuckled as she slowed down to the legal speed limit.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Alan moaned.

"Not in this car you won't!" Tanya looked into the rear-view mirror to see Alan looking rather green. He was squashed up so much between the other guys that if he had not been green, he probably would have been beetroot red. "Why didn't you tell me you got travel sick?"

Alan looked at Tanya incredulously. "I'm not being funny, but forgive me for pointing out that the carriages in 1192 didn't travel half as fast as Robin's flamin' arrows!" Tanya giggled at his comment; Alan continued to look pretty sick.

The rest of the gang seemed a little calmer now that they had gotten use to the motion of the car. She could just make out Little Johns heads as it bobbed up and down. Will, who was now half turned round at a funny angle, seemed to be having an in-depth conversation with Charli in the boot. Djaq was peering out of the window; amazed at how fast everything appeared to be whizzing past and Robin…Robin had just caught her eye and was now staring at her intensely.

If Tanya hadn't forced herself to look away, she would have hit the car in front that had now stopped at a red. "So…" She coughed before turning to look at Much beside her. "You seem pretty excited about this whole experience."

Much's eyes were wide with amazement. Tanya had to laugh; he looked like a five-year-old kid who had just woke up on Christmas morning. "This has to be the most thrilling moment of my life!"

"More thrilling than the time you ate nearly a whole banquet to yourself?"

"Or more thrilling than the time you shared your first kiss…last week."

A series of laughter ran through the back of the car. Much, feeling extremely offended, tried his best to ignore the men and continued his conversation with Tanya. "How do these 'cars' move?"

"They are powered by what is called an engine." She answered simply as she began to pull away again. Much tried to show an understanding, but it was clear he didn't have a clue. "Basically, Suck, Squeeze, Bang, Blow."

There was a loud choking sound in the back of the car that came from Charli's direction. "Suck squeeze, bang what!"

"It's like a cycle…" Tanya ignored her. "First you have to place fuel into the car, otherwise it won't go at all. Then the engine sucks the air and fuel in. Suck. Then squeezes it all together so that it is compressed. Squeeze. The compression creates a bang…like a reaction or spark. Bang. The energy that is created from the bang is what makes the engine run…the wheels turn…and the car go. Any excess fumes from the fuel are blown out the back…through the exhaust. Blow."

The whole car fell silent. Nobody had understood a word she had said, not even Charli, who was shaking her head in disbelief. "That sounded so disgusting," she murmured.

"So…it runs off wood?" Will asked, looking very intrigued. "You said it needs fuel."

"Um no…we have many different kinds of fuel today besides wood. There are liquid forms too, such as Gasoline. That's what we use in cars."

Will's mouth dropped open. "Liquid fuel?" Tanya smiled and nodded at him through the mirror.

Much watched her closely as she drove the car. He seemed to be studying the way her feet moved and the way her hand shifted the gear occasionally. She looked at him from the corner of her eye, a thought popping into her head. "Would you like to learn?"

"Oh no!" Charli yelled from the back. "No, no, no!"

"Oh come on Charli, it would be fun!" Tanya defended him. Much turned and popped his head between the two seats, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Yeah come on Charli! It will be fun!"

"I won't be within a mile of him, if this ever happens." Robin said simply. "You haven't seen him ride a horse yet."

"Master! Forgive me if I call you a complete-"

"Okay!" Tanya cut in. "We're here!" She pulled the vehicle into the car park of Woodlands College, where the DMT training was held, and quickly manoeuvred into a parking space. She unbuckled her seat belt and, before getting out, turned to Much and whispered, "I'll make sure you learn how to drive. Don't worry about it."