Summary: This is part of the Songfic Collection

Summary: This is part of the Songfic Collection. I am sorry that the order of events is so scrambled! This takes place in mid- season 2.

Author's Notes: Thank you very much to MissWed, Mira-and-Allan, and Shanima for reviewing! This is my first fic so I needed some criticism and compliments and notes. Thank you! You guys deserve homemade chocolate chip cookies and Much's "chicken" stew! Gratias tibi ago! (Thank you in Latin.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood. If I did Marian would still be alive. I do not own Norah Jones' song, "Don't Know Why". Once again, I own nothing.

Chapter Three: Don't Know Why

Robin stared at the ceiling of his tent; glad for once that Much was not with him. He loved Much as a brother but sometimes a man needs some alone time. And some quiet. He needed time to reflect on the last four- and- a- half years. On what he had left behind. On who he had left behind.

I waited till I saw the sun

I don't know why I didn't come

I left you by the house of fun

I don't know why I didn't come

I don't know why I didn't come

When I saw the break of day

I wished that I would fly away

Instead of kneeling in the sand

Catching tear drops in my hand

Whenever he thought of war, of "glory" he fell into an abyss of bitterness. He had left his lands, his love, his Marian for bloodshed. Bloodshed and unnecessary death.

My heart is drenched in wine

But you'll be on my mind

Forever

He would do anything to be on the next ship (well, carriage, then ship, then carriage) back home to England. Here, nothing was worth anything. Killing and being a war hero wasn't idealized glory.

Out across the endless sea

I would die in ecstasy

But I'll be a bag of bones

Riding down the road alone

Robin woke up. Much was leaning over him, his face worried.

"Master?" he yelped, pleading with Robin to tell him, to talk to him. "Was it… the Holy Land?"

Robin shook his head, trying to clear it. "No- not exactly. I was there, but it wasn't… I wasn't…" His voice drifted into silence. "It was nothing. Go back to sleep."

"Not bein' funny, mate, but…" Allan began with his standard response "you were singing. Odd nightmare that must have been…" Allan muttered as he too fell asleep leaving only Robin awake.