Title: Outlaws2006 - Forty-Two: No Interruptions
Rating: T
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 sound of laughing drifted through the hallways as the group returned to their rooms."...Do you remember, Master? And then he said - Master?" The door to Robin's room had slammed shut, Robin and Tanya nowhere in sight. "Well, how do you like that?" Much sighed.

Charli cackled. "Robin's gonna get some!"

"Some what, exactly?" Much looked peeved. "And where am I going to go?"

"Looks like you'll be shacking up with Alan, 'coz Will and I are having his room. And 'some' meaning...well, 'some'..."

Much shook his head, still not understanding her. Charli sighed. "Get Djaq to explain it to you. Will, are you coming?" She headed over to her room, where Will joined her. "Goodnight guys! Don't cause too much trouble."

"Trouble? I'll give you trouble," Much murmured as the pair disappeared.

"Hey Much!" Alan hissed from outside his room, motioning for him to come over. "You wanna have some fun?"

"Just as long as it's not the kind of fun they're having, with you," Much went over to him. "Or John. I get the nasty feeling Charli is tying to 'set us up', what ever that means."

"I say we leave, get out of here, find a few inns, or whatever they call then today. It's not like they're gonna notice us gone," he motioned over to the two doors the couples had disappeared behind.

"I like it!" Much brightened up at the prospect. "Lets go now! Djaq, John, come on!"

"All alone at last. I have you all to myself, no interruptions." Robin said as he threw the key down on the side table and began to advance on the woman.

"Should I scream now?" Tanya rolled her eyes, backing away from him.

"Scream all you want to. No one will hear you." Robin threw his head back in a dramatic fashion and laughed evilly. Tanya grimaced, thinking how he never would have made it as actor.

"Oh how melodramatic of you." She played along but spoke in a deadpan tone. "Let me go. You evil man." She was shocked though when she backed into the bed. "Oh my…"

"Oh my indeed."

Tanya fell backwards onto the bed; Robin grinned and, rubbing his hands together, made a jump for the bed also. Instead, he judged the distance wrong and rolled straight off the other side.

Tanya burst into laughter. "Robin! Are you okay?" She leant over the side of the bed and peered at where he lay on the floor. Robin held his head in his hands and groaned for several moments. "Shit, did you hurt yourself? Robin? Answer me!"

He looked up suddenly and grinned. "I think I might be dying."

"Why you complete bast-ARGH!" Tanya didn't get chance to finish her sentence. Robin had reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her down to him on the floor. "Bastard," she finished.

"My mother loved only one man and stayed with him throughout her life." He said. "That man was my father. Bastard, I am not."

"I believe you," she whispered as he rolled over so he was on top of her.

Tanya felt herself flushing at the position they were now in, knowing that even though they had fooled around on several occasions in Paris, this time was different.

Robin's face grew serious as he looked down at her. "You truly are beautiful... remarkable."

A smile formed on her lips as he said that and she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips softly against his. Robin smiled too as he kissed her back tenderly, lovingly, his hands stroking her cheek and her hair as he did so. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip and felt her shudder beneath him. He chuckled. "You okay?"

Tanya said nothing, only nodded, her eyes still closed. She repeated her earlier action, her hands taking hold of his shirt and lifting it over his head, quickly closing the gap between their lips, hands exploring his chest. Only this time, Robin began to unbutton her shirt too.

After several minutes, he reached the bottom and tore it away from her, throwing it messily beside them on the floor. He was about to start an assault on her neck with his mouth, but stopped short suddenly, looking down at her bra in wonder. "Oh, so THAT'S what it's for." He let a deep laugh from the back of his throat. "Make perfect sense now."

Tanya couldn't help it, she laughed. "I'll let you tell Alan shall I?" She whispered, gazing up at him from the hard floor. "Robin...there's a bed there, do we have to be on the floor?"

Robin looked up at the bed, his eyebrows raised. "Oh yeah." He grinned sheepishly before getting to his feet. He held out his hand, pulling Tanya up, and before she could move any further, took hold of her waist and lifted her into his arms.

Tanya would have rolled her eyes if the moment hadn't been so serious. "How romantic," she said anyway as he carried her back to the bed. "You know I don't like being carried though."

"Deal with it," he whispered huskily as he placed her on the bed. "Now how do I get this thing off?" He traced the line of her bra strap with his finger, following it with his mouth, kissing her skin.

Tanya opened her mouth to speak but found the words wouldn't escape her. "Um...you need to...oh lord..."

"I need to what?" Robin grinned as he slid his hands down her sides to her waist, caressing her skin with his thumbs.

"Unhook it…" Tanya whispered, arching her back at the sensation.

"Where?" He asked, his eyes sparking down at her, full of lust.

Tanya rolled onto her front. "Right there."

"Can't you just pull it off over you head?" He stared at the clasp with a look of confusion. "It would probably save a lot of time..."

Tanya rolled back over. "No...not really," she chuckled. "I'll do it...beside, why would you want to save time? We have all night remember?"

Robin groaned. Yes, they had all night but... it felt like they had already waited a lifetime. While Tanya unhooked her bra, he kissed her stomach, her belly button, trailing kisses along her skin.

It took the girl a little longer than normal to remove her bra; the feel of Robin's lips on her bare skin a distraction. When she finally removed it, she threw it to the floor and Robin looking up from her stomach. Tanya blushed as he made his way back toward her, still trailing kisses on her flesh as he reached her breasts.

She arched her back upward, placing her hands in his hair as his mouth caressed her. She closed her eyes again, the feel of his lips making her gasp. Robin lifted his lips back to hers, pulling his body over her. He slipped his tongue into her mouth briefly, his kisses short, passionate, needing. Her hands found their way to the waistband of his jeans. Slowly, almost teasingly, she began to fiddle with the buttons.

Robin smirked. "This beats the lace ups I have to wear any day."

"Yeah...with these, I can just 'pop' them open," and she demonstrated just that, the five buttons undone in a matter of seconds.

"Genius," Robin smiled, his own hands finding the waistband of her trousers, fumbling with the button there.

"Or maybe not..." Tanya said skeptically when she saw him begin to struggle.

Robin frowned at her. "You do know this is the equivalent to undressing a man for me?" On seeing the look upon her face, Robin immediately tried to correct himself. "Oh no...I mean...having to take trousers off someone..."

"You mean, if I were wearing a dress, you'd have ripped it off by now?" She kissed him softly.

"What do you TAKE me for!"

"You said it." Tanya grinned at his outrage, "not me!"

"No you said it! Your words were 'if I was wearing a dress, you'd have ripped it off by now by now."

"And would you have?"

"Yes, no questions."

"So, shut up then." She pulled him back down as his hands finally finished unbuttoning her pants, sliding them down her legs. She kicked them off and they dropped to the floor, joining the ever-growing pile of clothes. It was not long before his jeans joined them, and then certain items of underwear, as the two explored each other, breathing labours, nothing more said.

A little while later found the two lay still, his arms wrapped around her, her eyes closed and a smile on both their faces. He stroked her hair, trying not to think about how little time they had together. He looked down at her for a while, knowing that even though she had her eyes closed, she was awake. "I really like it here."

Tanya opened her eyes and looked up at him. "Glad you do," she smiled. "I've always liked Paris."

"How many times have you been here?"

She chewed on her bottom lip. "This will be my third time."

"Lucky you," Robin smiled and kissed her hair. "It's funny…I feel like I know you, but there's so much I don't know about you too. Does that make sense?" He mumbled into her hair.

"It makes perfect sense to me," Tanya chuckled. "I've heard so many tales about Robin Hood, yet I actually know nothing about you."

"Exactly." Robin replied. "I mean, your exact age? Where were you born? Your mother and fathers names…" He murmured.

"And I wish I could say we had all the time in the world to talk," she looked up at him sadly. "But I fear we don't."

Robin looked back at her, feeling saddened by the look in her eyes. He leant down and placed a soft lingering kiss on her lips, not wanting to pull away. "Why don't we at least start?" He smiled at her.

Tanya giggled, curling tighter into his chest. "What do you want to know?"

"Anything. Just talk."

"Well, I was born in 1983, in Nottinghamshire and-what?" Tanya frowned; Robin was already chuckling.

"Nothing, just that you were born in 1983."

"Why, when were you born?"

"1177." He shrugged.

"Quite an age gap."

"Quite." He kissed her head again. "Continue."

"My parents names are Fiona and Philip. I have a brother called Kieron and a sister called Natalia. Unusual I know, but my mum had this thing about foreign names. My full name is Katanya."

Robin raised his eyebrows. "Very unusual, but nice."

"My mother and father split up five years ago and so my dad moved away to the south along with my brother and sister. I stayed in Nottinghamshire with my mum. We do have a place together, but I spend so much time with Charli that we practically live together. I enjoy singing, acting, reading, writing…"

Tanya continued to talk about her life, Robin sat listening, taking it all in. He hardly spoke, except for the odd nod in agreement or understanding every once in a while. They lay where they were for at least an hour before Robin told her all about his life once she had finished. Tanya, in turn, found her life to be pretty dull and boring in comparison to Robin's adventures in Palestine and Sherwood.

"Much told me, just after we'd met that you're loyal and that you love with all your heart…" she pulled away to look up at him. "Is this true?"

Robin glanced back down at her, silent for several moments, his lips parted to speak, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "What do you think?"

"I think, he may have been right." She looked him in the eye seriously. "Although…"

"Although what?" Robin frowned.

"I may need some significant proof…about the loving part of course."

"You mean I haven't proven myself already woman?" He playfully scolded her as he nipped at her skin.

Tanya laughed and tried to pull away from him. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"You will be," Robin began to wrestle with her. "Come here!"

"No! Stop!" Tanya giggled furiously as he began to tickle her. "STOP!"

"No." He said simply as he rolled them over so he was now on top of her.

"Not fair, Locksley." She sulked.

"I always win, you should know that by now." He ceased the tickling, leaning down to kiss her neck.

Tanya sighed contentedly, relaxing into his touch. "Uh huh."

"Now stay right were you are, I've not finished with you yet."

"Ugh," Charli groaned as she fell face first onto the bed. "I think I ate too much."

"You didn't eat anything." Will pointed out, moving to sit next to her.

"I did." Her voice was muffled in the pillow. "I ate that bloody snail." She gave a small shudder, and rolled over to face him. "It was worth it though, to see your reactions."

Will pulled a face. He had not enjoyed that moment. "You could have told us that they were snails" He swung his legs up onto the bed and lay back next to her. She immediately curled up to his side, her head resting on his chest.

"Like I said, it was amusing. We should order something from Room Service."

"Why?"

"Because Tanya is paying," Charli grinned mischievously. "But I can't reach the phone, so you're going to have to do it." Will gave her a look. "Its not that hard. Get the phone."

"Ni Hao."

"Um…Wow. Is this really China?"

'Click.'

"Hello?"

"Charli, I just called China!" The girl in question groaned and pulled the pillow over her head. She had just two hours to spend with Will, and yet the excited young man had already spent half an hour phoning different people and getting generally excited because he could use a phone. She wanted to get mad, but he looked just so adorable.

"Will," she sat up and leaned over to him. "Can we stop playing with the phone and be adults?" Any attempt at making puppy dog eyes having failed in the past, Charli didn't even try. Pouting and fluttering her eyelashes had always worked when making sad and soulful eyes had failed, and this was no exception. Will, admittedly with a frown, replaced the receiver and put the phone back on the bedside table.

"That was fun." He smiled, and Charli had to smile back, amazed that something she took for granted, something as trivial as a phone, could entertain someone for longer than two seconds.

Taking Will's hands, she pulled him down into the bed so that he was half leaning on top of her. "We have two uninterrupted hours, and you want to phone people?"

Will looked a little sheepish. "Maybe I got a bit carried away."

"A bit? And we never got round to ordering room service."

"I'll do it!" Will reached for the phone, but was stopped when Charli grabbed his arm.

"Oh no." She smirked, linking her fingers with his. "We don't need room service. Tanya will throw a fit when she sees the call bill, we can't add room service as well."

"Feeling guilty?"

"No. Feeling jealous."

"Why?"

"Tanya and Robin are in that room," she pointed "doing who knows what, and I'm stuck here with you and your phone."

Will pouted. "Jealous of Tanya? Or jealous of Robin?"

Charli gasped, and pushed him of the bed. "Cheeky!"

A dishevelled Will reappeared moments later, a serious expression on his face. "You don't want to be in here with me?"

"There's no where else I would rather be," Charli crawled to the side of the bed so that her face was level with his. "But I wish we could throw the phone out of the window."

Her grin was cut short when Will pressed his lips to hers. He stood and pushed her back on to the bed, his lips not leaving her mouth. She slipped her arms around his waist and pulled him towards her, granting his tongue access to her mouth, and as she moved her hands to the waistline of his trousers, he pulled away from her, resting his forehead on hers.

"I don't know you."

"What?" Charli looked more than a little shocked and stricken.

"I mean…I know you, well I feel like I know you… but there's so many things that I don't know." Will struggled to convey what he meant. "So many questions, I want to know everything about you."

"Easy Will. Even I don't know everything about me yet. Still figuring some things out, you know." He linked his fingers with hers, kissing her pinkie and she smiled.

"Tell me."

"I can't talk about myself." Charli blushed. "You'll have to ask questions."

"How old are you? Where are you from? What are your parents called? Do you have any siblings? If you do, where are you hiding them? What-"

"Whoa!" Charli held up her free hand, grinning, and then poked him in the ribs.

"What was that for?"

"Its rude to ask a woman her age."

"What's your full name?"

"Why the sudden change of subject?"

"I just thought of another question." Will grinned, resting his chin on her chest and peering at her.

"I'm twenty three years old. I'm from right here in Lockley. Well, not right here, since we are in Paris, but I was born and raised in Lockley. My parents? My mum's name is Michelle, and you met her. My dads name is Nicholas. You haven't met him because they don't live together anymore. They are still married, they won't allow themselves to divorce, but… My dad has a girlfriend, Suzanne." she paused. "I have a younger brother, Austin. But everyone calls him Jamie. He moved away from Lockley to work for Nike in America. And my dad has a four-year-old daughter, Hayley. She is adorable. A spoilt, cheeky brat, but adorable." Will was silent for a moment. "Oh yeah, and my full name is Charlotte Rebekah. But if you call me that, Ill kick you all the way back to 1192 from here. Does that answer your question?"

Will looked thoughtful for a moment. "Why do you like DTM?"

Charli burst into laughter, both at the abrupt change in type of question and at his mistake. "I don't like DTM, it was the thing I dreaded most in A Level Geography." She took pity on his confused face, kissed him, and then corrected herself. "You mean DMT. DTM is to do with population and…never mind, I never understood it." She shrugged. "I love it. But I can't say why. But if I couldn't trampoline, or if I couldn't train DMT, then I don't know what I'd do…"

Will nodded. "That's how Alan and I feel…its different for Robin and Much, they both have lives to return to when King Richard returns… but I don't. My mother is dead, my father and brother left the area…" Will sighed as Charli slipped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

"When the time comes, you'll know your place, you'll know what it is you were meant to do. We all will." She sighed contentedly. "But right now, you're not in 1192 and you're not in England, you're here, in France, with me. And we are all alone. Finally." She lifted her head of his shoulder and met his lips with hers.

"Will?"

"Mmm hmm?"

The two were lying in each other's arms, Charli's head on his chest and his hand stroking her hair rhythmically.

"Did you mean what you said? That you love me?" Will propped himself up on his elbow and stared down at her.

"Of course I did. I wouldn't have said it if I did not." Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear he smiled. "Why?"

"It was just…just something Tanya said… that it was too soon and…well, it made me feel like a bit of a slut actually."

"A slut?"

"A prostitute," Charli muttered, blushing.

Will gasped. "No Charli!"

"Its just the way she looked…" Charli sat up, hugging her knees. Will joined her, slipping his arms around her.

"Tell me where you hid my axe and I'll beat her up for you" he offered, kissing her forehead. Charli smiled, lifting her head and capturing his lips against her own. Nothing more was said as he responded, pulling back down onto the bed.