A.N: Well i figured i should get this one up quickly because i probably wont be able to get another one up untill sometime during the week. So here it is.

OH so i dont forget; Italics are Rachel's thoughts.

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--Outlaw's Camp--

They slowed the horses as we reached camp. At first I thought it we had just stopped in front of a ridge but then Will jumped off and moved a stone in the wall beside it and the door rose.

"Genius Will!" I said as I jumped down. I had to lean against the horse in order to avoid falling over because of another dizzy spell. This one was the worst so far.

"Are you okay?" Allan asked me quietly as he jumped down and stood next to me. "Dizzy spell?"

I nodded and said, "It'll pass in a moment." I stood there and he waited with me, his hand on my back to steady me when I stopped leaning on the horse, as the others tied their horses and went into the camp. Eventually it passed and I looked up at him. He was studying my face and smiled at me hesitantly.

"You got tall." I stated and his smile widened.

"I had to. You didn't like lads shorter than you." I laughed amazed he remembered. I had only admitted that to him once, to make him stop pestering me about why I turned down some guy.

Much had come up and was pointedly staring up at the sky.

"Thanks, Much." I said as I stepped back and he took the horse to where the others were tied.

"Rachel, this is Djac and Little John." Robin introduced as Allan and I sat down around the fire that Will was lighting.

"Nice to meet you." I said and they both nodded. Will had gotten the fire started and had sat next to Djac, who's hand he took in between his own.

Good for him! It's about time he found somebody!

"Right then!" Much said, sitting down next to Robin, "How do you know Will? And Allan?"

"Well, Allan and I grew up together in Rossdale and I met Will last time I was in Nottingham."

"Last time?" Robin asked, "When was that?"

"Umm…five years ago?" I looked over at Will and he nodded.

"When Vassey became the sheriff?" Robin questioned.

"There abouts. Why?"

"Merely curious."

"If you say so. What have you been doing since I saw you last?" I inquired, glad that they hadn't pressed for more information about Allan and I. I wasn't sure where we stood and I wanted to get that figured out before I told that story.

"This." Robin answered for the group and they all nodded. "We've been stealing from the rich and giving to the poor."

I leaned against Allan and he wrapped his arm around me as Robin told the tale of what had happened since we had gone separate ways at the port. He left out Allan's betrayal, much to Allan's surprise. He made it sound like Guy had just been making lucky guesses but I knew all about it. It had been one of Guy's favorite topics to talk about. He loved to brag about how he had gotten one of Robin Hood's men to turn against him.

Night had fallen before he finished his telling. His and Gisborne's versions differed on some of the smaller points but they were essentially the same.

"I want to kill them." I whispered to Allan, referring to Guy and the Sheriff, as Much gathered food for dinner. "For everything they've done and all the suffering they've caused."

"You can't kill them." Allan told me, resting his head on the top of mine, his arms still around me.

"Don't worry." I reassured him, "I wont kill them but I will think of something that would work just as well."

"I believe it." He said and then was quiet as we stared into the fire. After a few minutes Much handed us a plate each and I had to move over so Allan could eat.

"Thanks." I said and looked at our meal. It was such a man meal. There was a piece of meat, a slice of bread and one measly carrot. I looked out into the forest and saw at least five edible plants just in the firelight.

I looked at Djac and saw that she was looking out to the forest too. She looked at me and I could tell that we were thinking the same thing.

She mouthed the word 'tomorrow' and I nodded. It might have to big of a task for her to do on her own but now she had help.

Starting tomorrow these outlaws were going to start eating the green stuff called 'vegetables'. They probably wouldn't like them, but they would eat them.

Djac and I stabbed our carrots and raised them in a salut to each other. We started laughing.

The men looked at us puzzled, completely oblivious to what just happened. They all shared a look. Then, all at the same time, they shrugged.

Which just made us laugh harder with the same thought in our minds. 'They don't have a chance'

After dinner, Robin started to make plans as to which villages needed to be delivered to in the morning. As he talked I leaned against Allan again and began to drift off to sleep. I tried to stay awake but I was fighting a loosing battle. Eventually I lost and sleep overtook me.

Allan picked me up and placed me in his bed. He covered me with the blanket and kissed my forehead before heading back to the group.

"There's more to her story." Robin stated as Allan sat down again.

"There's a lot more." Will and Allan agreed at the same time.

"Well?" Robin prompted. They shared a look before Will spoke.

"The last time she was here she helped my father. He had just …lost his hand and it had become infected. She treated it. This was just after my mother had died so Lukey and I didn't leave the house except for jobs. Rach would come at least once a day, usually twice, to check on his hand. And us, she was making sure we were eating. She would always make us eat at least a roll or something while she was there. She would stay for an hour or so and eventually we became friends."

He shrugged and stared into the fire as he continued, "Dad wouldn't accept her help for nothing and she wouldn't let us pay. So some how they reached the compromise that she would keep treating his arm and I'd teach her to carve."

He laughed, lost in the memory, " Or I'd try anyway. Rach was horrible at it. She would always mess up the details. After awhile she would get the shape cut out and then she'd just hand it over to me."

Allan laughed, "She never did see the point of doing something if a person could do it and do it better. Of course, she would always try it a few times. Just enough so she could do it, if she ever needed to."

"Why didn't she say that? That you met because she was helping your dad?" Djac asked Will, who shrugged. Allan answered her question for him.

"She …doesn't like telling her past …if it brings up memories that could hurt someone. She told me that once when we were kids."

"You grew up with her?" John asked.

"Yeah. Me and Rain go way back." He said, unconsciously calling me by the nickname he had come up with when we were little.

He was about to say something else, probably a story about some prank we pulled, when I cut him off. By screaming in my sleep.

They all reached for their weapons before they realized it was me.

"Why did she do that!?" Much asked as I started to mumble incomprehensively.

"She's…dreaming." Djac said quietly.

"How is she not waking herself up?" Will wanted to know as Allan walked over to me. He pushed my hair out of my face and I quieted.

"What is it?" He asked, no more than a whisper. I answered anyway.

"Father kicked me out…It wasn't my fault!"

"I know, Rain, I know." he reassured and brought me closer, hugging me. I clutched his shirt and wouldn't let it go, even after I had quieted.

The others were staring at Allan in shock. They had never seen this side of him before. His voice had lost the sarcastic tone it almost always had and he obviously cared for this girl. Sure, he cared for and loved them as friends. But it was a different type of caring with this girl.

It could be seen in the way his anger had raised so drastically at her eight words. The way his voice had changed to calming sincerity in reassuring her and then the protectiveness in his eyes as she calmed.

Will and Djac linked hands and smiled at each other. They knew what it was. Robin and John remembered what it was from the time with their wives, which was cut too short. Much had glimpsed it during his time with Eve.

Allan A Dale, the traitorous-, lying-thief, was falling in love. Whether he knew it or not.

'And' Djac thought, and shared a knowing look with her love, 'judging by how Rachel won't let go of him, she's falling just as hard and fast as he is.'

End of Chapter

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