Ugh sorry everyone. I've had some intense writer's block, tons of homework, and for the cherry on top, mono. I'm putting a surprise into this chapter to thank all of my lovely readers for staying with me :).

Allan dropped roughly into his bunk, causing the wooden frame to creak. He lay still as the others slowly made their way to their well-earned beds.

"Sweet dreams, Much," Allan said, making fun of the other man's sudden infatuation with Kate.

Shut up, Allan," Much replied with a yawn.

Allan rolled onto his back and placed his hands under his head. He smiled inwardly, thinking of the new opportunity to tease poor Much. Tell her she's perfect, Allan had said. He laughed as Much took his advice, warranting only humiliation. Strangely, the cheesy gesture Allan had recommended was not entirely in jest. The cocky outlaw finally admitted to himself the stir in his chest whenever Kate stood up for herself, or challenged the gang's purpose or intentions. Hold on a sec, his mind interfered. What's this, then? You can't very well make fun of Much if you're in the same boat, eh? No, he consciously decided. That just wouldn't work. Much had eyes for her first anyway, so who was he to step in and try his hand? Well, he decided, if I like her too, it's not really fair for Much to go and keep her all to himself. I should get a fair shot, anyhow, he reasoned, taking something seriously for the first time in a while.

*~RobinHood~*

Marian awoke to find that she felt almost normal. Djaq walked over to her bed as she tried to sit up. Quickly reaching to help, Djaq supported Marian's back with one hand and adjusted the pillow so the slightly dizzy woman could sit against the wall.

"Thank you, Djaq," Marian said as she was handed a cup of water.

"You are welcome," Djaq responded, smiling at Marian's level of alertness, asking, "How do you feel?"

"Much better… much… Much!" came the excited reply. "I remember a man named Much! He wore a ratty hat all the time and was offended easily and he cooked. Rat," she added, wrinkling her nose.

Djaq couldn't help laughing at Marian's childlike enthusiasm. She would be fine; she would probably even regain her memory fully.

"Djaq?" Marian began, wrinkling her brow, "I was out for... a month?"

Djaq nodded, not yet understanding Marian's train of thought.

"Did I have my monthly cycle?"

Djaq opened her mouth to respond, suddenly realizing what her friend meant. She shook her head.

Marian sat back. Her cycle had been late; it should have come on the journey to the holy land. It had not. Her mind drifted back to the night before Robin's birthday. He had come to visit her in the castle, as he often did, to collect the information she had gathered. He kissed her; she kissed back with a passion that spoke louder than words ever could have. Robin had pulled away a moment later, looking her in the eye, with those beautiful watery blue eyes, and had silently asked her. Any worry of misinterpretation had been cleared up when she stood on her toes and whispered in his ear. He captured her lips in another long moment of passion, then they had moved across her room to the bed.

Marian was shocked by the memory, and she felt a tug in her heart because she knew. Robin was her love, her life, her will to get up and fight another day. If she had become pregnant... but had she lost the baby? Did Djaq spare her from remembering for a reason?

"Have I...," Marian's voice failed her, and she stopped to steady herself, "Have I had a miscarriage?" She forced herself to spit out that final, awful word.

Djaq shook her head, reality finally dawning on her.

"Marian, you are carrying Robin's baby."

Muahahaha! Don't you just looove cliffhangers? Yeah. Neither do I, but I couldn't resist ;). Great news everyone! Author Kooro-kun had a wonderful idea and is letting me "borrow" it. In each chapter, I'll post a riddle. Submit your guesses in your reviews & I'll post the winners in the next chapter! Oh, and because you're already thinking this, no google :p. That would be cheating and I might have to kill off a major character. You have been warned.

So, here's the riddle (it's pretty long)-

A man was found dead in the middle of the desert. There were no footprints or tire tracks around except those made by the police who found him. The officer noticed a half full bottle of water strapped to a container, and confirmed that he did not die of thirst. The officer concluded that if the man had opened the container, it would have saved his life.

1. How did the man get there?

2. How did he die?

3. What was in the container?

I'll acknowledge any especially creative attempts along with the right answers :)