"Just a little further..."

"Alan, I don't think that's a good idea at all..."

"But I can almost reach it." Alan, who had climbed skilfully up several of the shelves, was now stretching as far as he could, determined to reach the book he wanted that sat on the top shelf.

"Alan..." Much warned again, looking around to see if anybody was watching. "Why can't you just pick one from the bottom here, like 'J.K Rowling's Harry Potter' or-"

"Because I want the one that says Danielle Steel!" His fingers finally grasped the spine of the book, but not before he fell sideways, losing his balance.

Much closed his eyes, knowing the man was about to fall. When the crash he was expecting did not come, he peered through one eye. Alan was hanging from the top shelf by his finger tips. Much relaxed, opening both eyes, and placed his hands on his hips. "Now look what you did!"

"What do you mean 'what I did!' I'm the one about to fall to my death!"

"Death?" Much scoffed. "Hardly! It's not very tall!"

"All very well for you to say. Help me down!" He called desperately.

Much grinned wickedly, folding his arms across his chest. "You know, I don't think I will..."

"MUCH!"

"Ssh!" Came a voice from somewhere.

Alan winced, his fingers starting to throb. "Please..." He tried.

"You got yourself into-oops!" And Much watched, wide eyed, as the bookcase Alan was hanging to began to topple over. As he watched, it fell backwards, slamming into the one next to it, knocking that one over. Books flew everywhere, the dewy decimal system so meticulously kept in order by the librarian ruined, as metal shelves crashed into metal shelves and book case after book case fell to the ground.

Much's mouth fell open as he watched the domino effect take place around him, not stopping until nearly every shelf was lying flat on the floor, pages scattered everywhere. "Oh my..."

There was a coughing and spluttering sound as Alan picked himself up from the floor, looking rather dusty to say the least. He brushed himself off before looking up at Much, grinning sheepishly. "Oops?"

"Oops?" Much shook his head, flabbergasted. "We are about to be skinned alive by Charli and Tanya and all you can say is-"

"WHERE ARE THEY!?"

Much winced at the sound of Charli's voice. He turned to see her approaching, the rest of the group and one very pissed looking librarian in toe.

"Now would be the time to run." Alan murmured in Much's ear.

Much turned to him in disbelief. "Where to you idiot? You always manage to do this!"

"Do what?"

"Do this!" The man gestured "Cause trouble, wreck the place..."

"Oh yeah! If you had helped me down like I asked-"

"GUYS!" Charli and Tanya stood in front of them, hands on their hips.

"Before you start yelling, please don't," Alan placed his hands on his hips too. "You see there was this- There was this mouse! And Much here HATES mice. Honestly, one minute he was reading a Harry Potter book, the next he was at the top of the bookshelf. Honestly! I don't think I've ever seen him move so fast-"

"Oh that's right! Blame it on me!" Much gaped.

"I can assure you there are no mice here!" The librarian stepped forward, glaring. "I hope you are going to clear this mess up!"

"You should be clearing it up; you're the one with the mice!" Alan told her.

Charli grabbed his arm and pulled him forward. "Alan! Clean this up, and do it quickly! You too Much!"

"I have to say, this is one you should be proud of. I don't think I've seen such a mess…" Robin began to smile, but was quickly stopped when Tanya nudged him. "I mean-you'd better get this cleaned up!"

Despite her anger, Charli laughed, making the international sign for 'whipped'. Tanya glared, and Charli ducked, laughing silently, behind Will. Robin smirked again, looking sideways at Tanya and winked.

"Oh no! Don't you start too!" She pushed him.

"What?" He asked innocently before turning to Alan. "You got any rope?" He murmured

Tanya simply gaped at him and Charli burst into peels of laughter, leaning on Will for support.

"Your face!" The girl gasped. "It's priceless!"

"I do not know what it is you find so amusing!" The librarian fumed. "But I want you cleaned up and out!"

"It will take us forever to get this lot up!" Much moaned. "And I wouldn't mind, but it wasn't even me."

"I don't care! I suggest you make a start!"

"Okay!" Allan said brightly, taking hold of Much's arm. A second later, they had both made a start; for the door.

"Hey! Where are you-WAIT!" Tanya yelled, taking hold of Robin's arms and sprinting after them. "Come on, you guys!" She called over her shoulder.

Charli stood gaping. "I don't believe-"

"Let's go!" Will laughed, taking her hands and dragging her out; Djaq and John had no choice but to follow.

"You're all horrible people!" Charli gasped as they finally stopped running. "And you're all out of shape!" She laughed as half of them dropped to the floor with stitches, or just out of breath. "That librarian has to do all the tidying up!"

"Yeah, well she acted like she had a stick up her ass," Robin muttered, glaring down at Much and Allan. "What the hell were you two playing at?"

"I just wanted a book," Alan said innocently.

"And he had to pick one on the top shelf!" Much glared, still trying to catch his breath.

"Enough!" Tanya interrupted. "You're giving me a headache. We need to concentrate on why we're here in the first place." She looked around at all their faces. "Did anyone find anything?"

The outlaws shook their heads. "No...I still say we missed something back at Starbucks..." Robin pointed out.

"There WAS nothing back at Starbucks Robin!" Alan said tiredly.

"There must have been, we arrived there!"

"Why don't we head home, maybe do a little research online? And then, if we really need to...we can go back and have another look?" Charli reasoned.

"Anything to keep HIM happy," Tanya rolled her eyes.

"Hey, this is not about me," Robin frowned. "I'm doing this for you."

"Spoken like a true Robin Hood." She smiled.

"Plus we get coffee...so Much stays happy. How are you going to cope in 1192 without caffeine?"

"Or cake?"

"Or Pizza."

"Ice-cream."

"Chocolate." The outlaws began naming each of the food that he had grown fond of, and the young man began to look more distressed with each syllable.

"I will take as much as I can back with me," he sulked, looking thoroughly depressed suddenly. "Oh...I think I want to stay..."

"Come on, Much," Djaq laughed, placing her arm around his shoulder as they headed back to the car. Robin and Will trailed behind slightly.

"If I didn't know any better, I wouldn't have said this was Nottingham..." Robin looked around sceptically. "What happened?"

Will shrugged. "Everything has changed; you've seen Locksley...or Lockley. Why are you so surprised?" He smiled.

"I don't know." Robin stared out over the city. "I guess that I just never expected Nottingham to change... Where's the castle?"

"It was demolished in 1649," Charli called over her shoulder as the group moved off.

"Demolished?" Robin gaped.

"Yeah, but they rebuilt it Robin, don't worry! It's over in that direction, somewhere!" Tanya waved her hand towards some tall buildings. "Behind the buildings," she grinned when Robin peered peevishly at the buildings.

"I remember when the castle used to be the biggest building in Nottingham!" Much said as they reached the car and began to climb in.

"It still will be, when you go back," Charli shrugged.

"Charli," Tanya sighed. "Do you have to be so blunt?"
"Yes." She shrugged, opening the boot to climb in. "Oh wait! We should go shopping while we are in Nottingham. Far enough away from the Sheriff and Gisborne...Tesco's is that way, I think!"

"Tesco's?" Will narrowed his eyes as he climbed into the back seat.

"Yeah, a supermarket," Tanya answered as she climbed into the driver seat, rolling her eyes as Robin and Alan began to fight over the front seat. Robin succeeded by skilfully sticking his knee into the back of Alan's and sending him to the floor. Tanya shook her head as he climbed in and looked at her, grinning.

"What?" He asked.

"Brute," she murmured, starting the car up. The outlaws made a leap for the seats, squashing themselves in same as usual. Charli almost fell out of the open boot as the car lurched forward, Will grabbing her arm to prevent her from rolling onto the tarmac.

"Robin, don't do that!" Tanya snapped the handbrake back on and pushed the car back into neutral. She carefully snatched the cigarette lighter out of his hands and placed it back in its holder. "That's hot- and get you're feet down off my dash or you're walking home!"

"What? No horse?" He smirked sideways at her.

She growled and pushed the car into first, moving away a little fast. "I swear I'll be glad to see the back of you when the time comes..." She murmured.

"You don't really mean that..." he leaned over and began to kiss her neck.

"Driving!" She warned.

"So," he mumbled against her skin.

"Do you want me to crash?" She pulled away.

"Do you want me to drive?" Charli called from way back in the boot.

"Shut up," they both called back, grinning like idiots all the same.

"I'm hungry..." Much chirped in and there was a collective groan from the group. "But we haven't eaten since this morning!" He argued.

"He HAS gone a long time now," Alan pointed out. "For Much...anyway..."

"We are going shopping Much." Charli leaned over the back seat, her arms round Will's neck, chin on his shoulder. "There's food in Tesco's."

"How much food?" He asked.

"Like...a huge building full." Charli laughed. "Hey, Tanya? Do you know where you're going?" She asked the girl up front who appeared to be having a quite in depth conversation with Robin. "Tanya? Hello?"

"Yeah, I heard you. And yeah, I know where I'm going! I've been here before, remember?"

"Home! Food!" Much bounded through the door to the flat, letting it bang shut behind him. Almost a second later, a series of furious knocking started up. "Oops!" The outlaw hurried back over to the door, releasing the catch and opening it. "Sorry Guys – oof!" He stumbled backwards as Charli pushed a bag at him.

"Kitchen!"

"Alright, alright," he grumbled as the rest of the gang began to file in with as many bags as possible.

"Okay, frozen stuff first." Charli began organising the unpacking. "No Alan. That is not frozen!"

"How do you know?"

"It's coffee beans...they don't usually come frozen...Much, don't eat the ice-cream like that! Okay, everyone out! I'll do it myself."

"Need any help?" Tanya rolled her eyes as she watched the guys shuffle into the living room and cabbage out. She was about to grab a bag when she did a double take at Alan. "Whoa! No, no, no! Give me that." She ran into the living room, snatching the laptop off him that he had picked up and was now attempting to open.

"What?" He asked innocently. "You said we were going to have a look on the internet!" He argued.

Tanya eyed him warily. "You know? For a guy from the 12th century, you sure do know a hell of a lot."

"I think he knew about the 'wormhole' already..." Charli popped her head around the door. "You've been here before, haven't you?" She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Yes Charli." Alan said. "I come here on a regular basis. In fact, I'm actually from this period; I travelled back to 1192..."

"You know, that wouldn't surprise me in the slightest," Djaq smirked. "I always thought you were a strange one."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means...you are a strange one," Much answered for her.

"Its true, you are odd!" Charli called from the kitchen. "Even compared to this lot."

"I don't like this conversation, please change it." Alan grinned. "Can we have food yet?"

"Wow, you sounded like Much then!" Tanya plugged her laptop in and then disappeared into Charli's bedroom to find her friends. They might as well have had two running.

"Seriously though!" Alan asked as she returned with the other computer. "Can I have a go?"

Tanya looked at him, chewing on her bottom lip. "Um...no."

"Why not?" He asked, obviously offended.

"Because, Alan, you just destroyed a whole library. So, no." She plonked herself down on the sofa between Will and Much. Robin stepped forward, grabbed Much by the arm and dragged him up before sitting down next to her. "And that was terribly rude," she continued, switching her laptop on. "I'm surprised he sticks around sometimes with the way you treat him."

"I remember having this conversation before." Robin peered over her shoulder as Charli came in and dragged Alan away from her own laptop.

"Hey!"

"What, you think I'm letting Mr. Disaster on legs anywhere near my laptop?" She said protectively, balancing herself on the edge of the sofa next to Will, laptop on her lap. He pulled her onto his knee.

"Do you think we will find anything on here that wasn't already in the library?" Djaq asked as she shuffled across the floor and closer to the couch.

"Hopefully, I'm not getting my hopes up though." Tanya reasoned as she typed her password into the computer and logged on.

"What did that say?" Robin grinned.

"Nothing why-"

"I saw you use some of my letters...R.O.B.I-"

"I did not!" Tanya blushed.

"It's okay Robin, her passwords Robin Williams. He's this really great actor..." She typed in her own password and hit the enter key. Her computer beeped dolefully at her as it powered up.

"Robin Williams?" Tanya glanced quickly at her friend. "I hate Robin Williams..." she murmured as before finally opening explorer. "Okay...what to type in..."

"Oh, do a search on Alan A Dale!"

It was John who smacked him round the back of the head. "Shut up."

"Well, it was either Robin or Robbie..." Charli brought up Flock and typed 'wormholes' into Google. "Take your pick. Although, Robbie has grey chest hair."

"He does?" Tanya laughed. "That's gross!"

"Let me see what you're doing." Much ran around the back of the sofa and leaned over their shoulders to gain a better view. "I don't understand." He said after a few moments.

"Oh hello!" Charli's MSN pinged into life. She closed the window and concentrated on the results of the search. "Six hundred and forty four thousand pages found," she groaned. "It's going to be a long night! But for now, 'wormholes' are mostly speculation and theoretical physics." Charli read. "Well, wave good bye to theory one, you guys."

"What's theory two?" Robin leaned across Tanya to see her screen.

"We don't have one" Tanya groaned.

"We just need to keep searching." Charli suggested.

Tanya grinned mischievously, opening her MSN too. She searched for her friends name and began to type quickly. She waited patiently as the message finally popped up on Charli's screen and was rewarded with a swift slap across her arm. "I am NOT sl'ut!"

"What?" Robin looked bewildered.

Instead of answering out loud, Charli resorted to typing, Will looking over her shoulder. "You...can...talk," he read as she hit enter. He was then surprised when Tanya's computer bleeped and the message appeared on her monitor. "Wow. How...how is that possible?" He looked quickly between the two screens.

"What? What did it do?" Much leaned further over the couch, pushing in. "I wanna see!"

"Its-" But Charli didn't get to finish.

"WITCHCRAFT!"

"Well I was going to say magic, but yes John, witchcraft will do!"

Tanya chuckled as she began to search through the stream of pages before her; the list seemed endless. After half an hour of them both looking, Alan trying to snatch the laptop off Charli on several occasions and the rest of the group just trying to keep up in general, she sighed and rubbed her eyes tiredly. "I'm gonna attempt something new."

"Like what?" Charli asked curiously.

Tanya shrugged and looked back at her laptop. "Time travel, myths, legends, 1192," Robin read as she began to type. "What?"

"I figured we'd try the mythological approach as opposed to the scientific."

"I'm sticking with science!" Charli mumbled. "Staaarrbucks," she muttered as she typed.

"You're searching Starbucks?" Tanya smirked.

"Why not?"

"There's nothing scientific about that."

"And I still say we go back there." Robin sighed.

"Science is everywhere." Charli told her. "Wouldn't have said geography was a science, but apparently it is...so searching Starbucks can be scientific!"

"Don't talk crap...I think there's more to this than facts and figures," Tanya said as she continued her search.

"How do you mean?" Much, whose head was now at the side of hers, asked her.

"I mean," her eyes flickered over to Robin's for a second. "Some things are just meant to be...and I don't think science will prove anything."

"Fate." Charli groaned, slamming the laptop lid down. "For once, you're probably right, because no one can decide whether or not worm holes exist. And apparently, Time Machine won't be invented for another few decades, and even then, we will only be able to travel back in our own life time. Thank you Sam Beckett!"

"Fate..." Robin murmured, his eyes locked on no particular spot on the carpet.

"I think...we need to go back," Tanya agreed. "There must be something there."

"I think she may be right." Will nodded.

"Finally you listen to me!" Robin grinned, his eyes not leaving the spot.

"What honey?" Tanya turned to him, and Charli snickered, leaning back into Will's chest.

"Ha!" Much pushed away from sofa, stretching to his full height. "Finally, someone who can beat you at your own game!"

"Be quiet, Much," Robin warned. "Do not even think about it."

"What?" Much looked innocently up at him.

"We will go back to Starbuck's tomorrow then!" Charli decided.

"Why not today?" Robin shot back at her.

"Because, genius, it's closed now. Besides, Tanya has another rehearsal soon, it's pantomime time tomorrow!"

"It is?" Much grinned.

"You are?" Robin was looking directly at her. "You never told me."

"Should I have?" She rolled her eyes as she closed her laptop and rose from the sofa.

"Well yeah!" He got up and followed her into the bedroom as she went to put her laptop away.

Charli rolled her eyes, rolling off Wills lap and curling up against him. "Arguing again."

"Leave them to it," he kissed her sweetly, pulling her closer into his lap.

"Mmm tempting…" Charli muttered before kissing him back. "But, I need to cook dinner for you lot. Who wants to help?" She glanced round.

Alan shook his head. "Not me! I can't cook, I have this illness that makes me shake when I try and cook something."

"Liar," Much muttered and Allan grinned proudly.

"Actually, Dale…" Charli eyed him. "You CAN help me. Let's go."

"Do I have to?" He looked at Djaq who smirked and gave him a nudge. Rolling his eyes, he climbed from the sofa and followed Charli into the kitchen. "Look at me, I'm shaking already."