Title: Outlaws2006 - Chapter Forty-Four: The Red Light District
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.

"Okay...why are there loads of half naked women here?" Much asked as he walked along holding Claire's hand. Alan, Djaq and John followed close behind.

Claire giggled. "This is the place to be, there's a lot more going on here," she answered Much's question.

"And where exactly is here?"

"This is the Red Light District of Paris."

"The what?" Came four voices at once.

"Dark ages…" Claire muttered to herself. "Red Light District? You know... where all the illegal stuff goes on?"

"Oh! Illegal!" Much hiccupped again before turning back to his friends. "We should fit right in then, shouldn't we?"

"Why? What do you do exactly?" Claire looked slightly worried for a moment.

"We're outlaws," he said a little too proudly.

"Outlaws?" Claire looked at him, eyebrow raised. "As in...Outside the law?"

"Last time I looked" Alan nodded his head. "Unless any of us got pardoned recently. Djaq? John?" At their shakes, he slurred. "Much, did you get made Earl again?"

Much shook his head. "Not this time."

Claire scoffed. "Wow, guys. Whatever you're on, can I have some?"

"What are we on?" John looked confused. "I'm not on anything... are you Alan?"

"No," Alan lifted his feet one at a time. "I'm not standing on anything…except the floor."

Claire laughed all the more as she stopped outside one of the bars. "You guys have a wicked sense of humour! I'm glad I met you all!"

"Did she just call me wicked?" Much asked the others, looking puzzled.

"You can be as wicked as you want with me later," Claire purred quietly into his ear. Much raised his eyebrows, not a hundred percent sure what she meant but getting the idea.

"That's going to annoy me!" Alan commented as they walked along.

"Your just jealous." John pointed out, grabbing Alan and steering him away from walking into a building.

"Why would I be jealous?" His eyes widened as she looked between Djaq and John. "Shut. Up." He hissed at the man.

"I heard that Alan," Djaq rolled her eyes.

"Heard what?"

"Do they always fight that like?" Claire asked Much in a whisper as she led them through the streets.

He nodded. "Yes. We all fight, all the time. John says its because we are idiots, but Robin says its because we all live together, and Djaq says its because we are egotistical maniacs. Charli says its because there's too much testosterone...what's testosterone?"

"Testosterone is-wait! Did you just say you all live together? And you're all men? How many of there is you anyway?" Claire's eyes widened, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, of course we do," Much hiccupped. "We have no choice really."

"How many of you are there though?" She asked again.

"Um..." Much counted quickly on his fingers. There was himself, Alan, John, Robin and Will... that made "five". He nodded. "Plus Djaq."

"So six...wow, you must have a really big place!"

"Well yeah, but Sherwood Forest would be big enough for thousands more too."

"Did you say Sherwood Forest?" Claire gapped at him. "You live in the forest? What do you do, run the Robin Hood exhibition?"

"Robin Hood exhibition? I've never heard that before, but if that's what you want to call us, okay." Much shrugged.

Claire giggled. "Your rather amusing you know?"

"I am? And I always thought Alan was the amusing one of the group."

"I am!" Alan yelled drunkenly from behind. "Can we get a drink now!"

Claire indicated the fire hydrant in the middle of the path. "If you can get that open, there is water in there!"

Alan gaped at her. "AL...CO...HOL." He enunciated. "Not poncy water."

"Okay, okay! Um..." Claire looked around, her eyes landing on the bar they were now stopped in front of. "How about this one then?"

"Suits me, lets go!" Alan grabbed Djaq's hand and pulled her through the door, John following, shaking his head. Much was about to follow, when Claire pulled him back.

"Ah, ah! Where do you think your going?" She grinned, sliding her arms around his waist and pulling him close.

"To get a drink…" Much protested weakly.

"Not yet you don't." Claire grinned wickedly. "Let's go somewhere a little more..." she began to nibble on his lips.

"Private?" Much finished for her, slipping his arms around her waist. He kissed her back for several moments before he took her hand and lead away, not caring about the others for once in his life.

"Here…" Claire pushed him between two buildings, pulling his head down to meet hers. He took a step forward, pinning her against the side of the building and as their lips met, she grinned. "Not as innocent as you look, are you?"

Much answered her question by kissing her harder. He knew it was the alcohol that gave him this newfound confidence, but he was still enjoying himself. "Mind you," she muttered between kisses. "You don't look so innocent…" She gave a subtle moan as his hands slipped underneath her shirt.

"Shut up," he muttered. He pressed his body firmly against hers, his hands wondering her body like never before. Claire closed her eyes, and lifted one of her legs up, Much's hand slipping beneath her knee to hold it in place. She wrapped it round his waist and so pulled him closer to her, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He lifted the hem of her shirt, about to pull it up when they were rudely interrupted.

"MUCH!"

Much groaned. "Buggar off Alan!" Before kissing Claire again. "Go and kiss Djaq if you're that jealous!"

Claire pulled away. "You're Gay?" She raised an eyebrow at Alan.

Alan's mouth dropped open, thinking about Daffyd back in the first bar they had entered. "I most certainly am not! I happen to love Djaq! She is a very beautiful woman and now I get it because you think she is a man."

Claire burst out laughing, her head falling on Much's shoulder as Alan's voice changed from indignation to realisation.

Much just stared. "You love her? Has she taken you seriously about that yet?" Alan opened his mouth to speak, but no words escaped him. "See Alan, I think the two of you need to TALK. In the mean time, please go away and leave us alone."

To Much's surprise, Alan did just as he expected, and vanished. "Wow, that's never happened before." Much blinked, but Claire did not give him much time to dwell on it.

"Good, take it as a blessing," she smirked, kissing him again.

"Who needs a blessing?" Much mumbled against her lips. He took hold of her hips, picking her up and this time, she wrapped both her legs around his waist. She moaned in surprise, pushing her hips into his, kissing him back fiercely. Much felt the alcohol swirling around in his head, making him want to do things he'd never dreamed of

Her hands pulled his shirt over his head, while his slipped back under hers and up to her chest. Lost in the moment and in the alcohol, not caring if they were to be seen or caught.

"Much…" Claire moaned as she kissed his chest, trailing kisses along his collarbone. The young man pressed closer to her, completely trapping her against the wall. His lips found hers again, his hands wondering up the small skirt she had on. He grinned. "Where I come from, women do now wear such clothing."

"I don't care." Claire groaned, her hands finding the buckle of his belt and fumbling with it.

"I wasn't complaining," he said quickly, almost laughing when he thought back to the day they had all gone swimming and had been astounded at the lack of clothing both Tanya and Charli had been wearing. Funny how his views had now changed now.

"I'm sure you weren't," Claire muttered, finally undoing the belt and sliding it off, throwing it to the floor with his shirt. She returned her lips to his, pushing her tongue forcefully into his mouth.

Much groaned, not believing his luck for one moment. Since childhood, it had always been Robin who had had a way with the women, not him. He was grateful that Robin had finally met Tanya, at least now he had a chance to woo someone without the man getting in the way.

That thought in mind, he was about to push his hands further up her skirt when another voice sounded this time. "OI!"

Much groaned and pulled away from Claire to see a rather large bulky looking man staring at them. "If you want to fool around, find a room somewhere!"

"Shit," Claire said as she removed herself from Much's grasp and began to straighten out her clothes. "Bloody bouncers."

"Bouncers?" Much muttered, bending to pick up his shirt under the stern eye of the rather large man. "Aw, I need a drink."

"You and me both," Claire took hold of his hand and wrapped it round her waist. They would have to do what the bouncer said, and find somewhere else to go. "Let's get a drink, let the rest know we're okay and then maybe go somewhere?" She suggested. Much smiled, thinking it sounded like a great idea as he followed her back to the front of the bar.

"Two Pina Collada's," Claire ordered in French, as Much, unable to stop himself, began to kiss her neck, gently brushing her hair out of his way. Claire smiled, shivering slightly at the feel of his lips against her skin as the bar man mixed the drinks for them.

"I was wondering when you two would return!" Alan appeared at the side of them, his arm wrapped casually around Djaq's waist. "I spoke to Djaq too, she DOES love me."

"Maybe a little," the woman smiled regardless.

"Hey, that's not what you said before."

"Yeah, well before Much wasn't here to make fun of us." She grinned, elbowing his side.

"What are you drinking mate?" Alan turned his attention to the drinks that had just arrived. "Ooh, nice. I'll have one of those please!" He addressed the barman.

Much rolled his eyes. "You'd drink anything!"

"Just like you'd-"

"Eat anything, yeah, yeah," Much finished for him. "They're Pina-something-or-others anyway."

"Collada's," Claire provided. "Very nice drinks. Anyway, your name is Alan, right? We just came in to get a drink, and then let you know that we were going...somewhere, and that Much would meet you back at your hotel in the morning." Much nodded, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks as Alan raised an eyebrow.

"Oh really?" Alan began to nod his head, patting the man on the back. "Can't say I really blame you. Be good."

"Oh, I don't want him to be good," Claire laughed as she began to pull Much away from his friends.

Alan turned and grinned wickedly down at Djaq. "One down, one to go. Where is he anyway?"

Djaq looked around, trying to find John. "I'm not too sure actually. He was talking to some people over there before..."

"We can't loose John" Alan sighed, scanning the crowd. "He is twice the size of normal people - oh, there he is!" As they watched, John's head was pulled down into a kiss.