A/N: Still don't own Robin Hood.
Days passed and they all seemed to be getting along rather well, or at least Elizabeth thought so.
Her and Edward were walking back to the camp. They had just successfully lightened the load of a nobleman by taking some of his gold for him.
"You do not argue with Djaq being here," they heard Robin say from further up the path.
"But Djaq is different," Allan's voice replied.
"How is Djaq different from Ellie?" Robin demanded. The two of them snuck closer and watched through the bushes.
"Ellie? Are you now giving her a lover's nickname?" Allan questioned.
"No. She has been my friend since we were children. I have always called her Ellie. Now, you have yet to answer my question."
"Djaq is not some Lord's daughter who has spent her life waiting for a husband."
"Ellie has not spent her life waiting for a husband."
"All woman spend their life waiting for a husband." And with that Elizabeth threw one of her daggers with deadly accuracy. It stuck into the tree beside Allan's head.
"The next one will be in your eye," she said stepping into the clearing.
"Hello, Elllie," Robin said grinning at her.
"Here," she said tossing him the purse from the nobleman. Robin caught it easily and opened it.
"You got that alone?" Allan asked.
"Edward helped slightly," she replied as Edward stepped into the clearing also.
"Do not give me too much credit, sister dear," Edward said. "I mostly just collected what his lordship gave us while you were busy."
Elizabeth walked over and pulled her dagger out of the tree. "And if you have any complaints about me, see me," she said to Allan, using the dagger to point at him.
"It is not a complaint. I just don't think this is a life for a woman," he replied.
"At least not one who has been sitting around waiting for a husband," she said.
"I.. I just do not know how well you would be in a fight," Allan said, trying to come up with some reason that she shouldn't be there.
"Want to test your luck against her?" Edward asked.
"You would let your sister fight me?" Allan asked him.
"Yes. Though she does not need my permission." Edward grinned at him. "Though I would try to talk her out of it if I thought you were a match for her."
"Go ahead Allan," Robin said stepping back. "Prove to me that Ellie should not be here."
Allan pulled out his sword. "I will try to be easy on you," He said.
"Don't," she replied.
The sparring lasted maybe two minutes. At the end, Elizabeth was sitting on Allan's chest, her knees pressing his wrists into the ground, she had one dagger at his throat, the other at his groin.
"Allan," Robin said leaning down. "I believe you have just been bested."
"Yes, I agree," Allan said.
"Let him up, Ellie," Robin said standing up.
She stood up swiftly, slid the daggers back into her belt, and helped Allan up.
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Allan kicked the dirt as he walked to the stream. He had been waking around for awhile. Since his sparring with Elizabeth.
Beaten.
Beaten by some spoiled little rich girl.
Robin did seem to attract them. And what did Allan attract? Guards usually.
Allan had just turned onto the path leading to the stream when he heard splashing. He looked up to see Elizabeth bathing in the stream. He quickly ducked behind some bushes. He continued to watch her from his hiding place.
She finished bathing and began redressing.
She is beautiful. Allan thought. Damn Robin. Women just flock to him.
Suddenly a twig snapped behind him. He jumped up and hoped it wasn't obvious he was spying on Elizabeth.
"Not brooding are we?" Robin asked.
"No, just out for a walk," Allan replied.
"Ah, okay." Robin continued walking to the stream. Allan watched as Robin walked up to Elizabeth, who was pulling on her boots. She smiled at him, a sweet little smile.
Allan turned quickly and walked away.
He walked further up the stream and stopped. He sat on the small bank and began tossing rocks into the water.
He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn't hear the person approach him.
"If you can skip a rock three times you are supposed to make a wish," Elizabeth said.
Allan jumped up. "What?" He questioned.
"Skipping stones," Elizabeth said. "If you get one to skip at least three times you get a wish."
"Really?"
"Yes."
The two of them started trying to skip stones down the stream.
"Five times!" Elizabeth exclaimed clapping her hands after Allan made a stone skip. "What's your wish?"
Allan just stared at her. From her soft leather boots, that she sleeps in, just like the rest of them. The breeches that are tucked into the tops of the boots. The shirt, that is loose on her small frame, she had the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her belt, with her daggers, is hung loosely at her hips, over the shirt. Finally he looked at her face. A face that any many would fall in love with. The dark blue eyes, the lips, that have just the right amount of fullness. Her hair covers her ears, and almost reaches her eyes.
"So what did you wish for? Gold and jewels?" She asked grinning at him.
"This," he replied simply before leaning down and kissing her lips.
"Sorry," he said pulling away.
"For what?" She questioned.
"For kissing you. I know you would prefer Robin."
"Robin?"
"I see how you look at him. The secret smiles you give him."
"Robin is like a brother to me. I look at him the same way I look at Edward."
"But you wouldn't want me to kiss you. I'm a thief."
"Aren't we all thieves now?"
"Yes. But.." She cut him off by placing a finger against his lips.
"Do you ever stop talking?" She asked, before kissing him.