Morgan hurriedly unfolded the note as soon as Renton was out of sight. Her eyes scanned the parchment, lit up in the pale moonlight. She couldn't help but giggle as she recalled Renton's comment. He was convinced that the writing on the paper belonged to Marian. Morgan didn't have the heart to tell him that the neat, tidy, girly handwriting was Allan's.

Morgan,

Not being funny, but if I'd known that getting married meant seeing less of you, I never would've gone through with it. You know that I'm only joking. I love you, and I miss you terribly. The Sheriff and Guy are hardly fitting substitutes for your company.

Speaking of Guy, I wanted to let you know that he'll be with the convoy that will escort Robin back to Locksley tonight. He's really got Robin fooled with the whole "best friends" bit. I'll do what I can to help you out, of course, but I can't be outright about it. Guy's not as thick as he looks.

I look forward to seeing you again, and I hope that next time we'll have enough time to make our marriage official.

Love,

Allan

Morgan blushed as she re-read the last sentence. Only he would have the audacity to write something like that down. She folded the note, carefully returning it to her pocket and heading back to the camp.

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The nobles all watched as the Sheriff stood before them, standing silent for a moment to build dramatic effect. He glanced down the table at the massive amount of food and, more importantly, wine. Suddenly, his neutral expression split into a wide grin, his bejeweled tooth catching the light.

"Lords and Ladies," he began, "we are gathered here tonight to celebrate the return of one of our own. For a time, it may have seemed like we'd lost him to the outlaws that run through the forest, undermining our authority and plaguing us with their lawlessness. Fortunately, he has come back to us. Let us not dwell on the events of the past! Let us move forward with a new start. A blank slate, if you will! I present to you now, Robin, Lord of Locksley, Earl of Huntington!"

The Sheriff stepped to the side, sweeping his arm to the entrance to the Great Hall. Robin stood in the doorway, nervously peeking in until his name was called. Marian, who was sitting next to Guy, couldn't believe that her fiancée, her Robin, was this timid-looking man before her. He entered, showered with applause from the rest of the table, smiling shyly at them before taking his seat next to the Sheriff, opposite of Guy. Allan was sitting on Robin's left, across from Marian.

"Good night for a feast," Allan commented, reaching for the pitcher of wine. Guy, remembering all too well the last time Allan had partaken in alcohol and the loss of his favorite pair of boots, quickly took the pitcher from Allan, pouring for the Sheriff, Robin, Marian, and himself. Allan rolled his eyes, instead accepting a goblet of water from one of the serving girls.

"It is good to see you again, Robin," Marian smiled, "Especially after that horrendous ordeal with those outlaws." Robin returned the smile.

"About that. Do you have any idea who these outlaws were?" he asked, looking to the Sheriff for an answer. It was an answer that the Sheriff didn't have, so he looked to Guy, who in turn looked to Allan.

"They're just a rag tag group that lives in Sherwood Forest. Always causing trouble, that lot," he provided.

"So, you've dealt with them before?" Robin asked, taking a drink of wine. This time, the Sheriff did have an answer.

"Far too many times," he muttered darkly. Even in his current state, Robin could hear the angry edge in the Sheriff's voice. "No worry, though, Locksley. They'll soon be taken care of."

"You've caught them?" Robin asked.

"Not yet," Guy cut in. "But we will. We know what they look like. It's only a matter of time." Allan didn't point out that Guy had been saying this for over a year now, but he did notice that Marian was doing everything short of stuffing her fist in her mouth to keep herself from laughing.

"What do they look like?" Robin pressed, curiosity piqued. Allan hid his look of foreboding. If the Sheriff explained what the gang looked like, it'd make it a lot more difficult for them to rehabilitate Robin. Unfortunately, that's exactly what the Sheriff proceeded to do. Both Allan and Marian resisted the urge to stab the Sheriff with their forks.

"There's that large, mountain of a man. The skinny, little carpenter. The Saracen woman. The one that whines all the time," The Sheriff ticked off on his fingers. "The lovely, little blacksmith. All of them terrible criminals. Not to mention the Night Watchman." At the mention of her alter-ego, Marian couldn't help but protest.

"I do not believe that the Night Watchman is in league with the outlaws," she voiced as calmly as she could. "He was around far before they showed up, and he's never once robbed anyone. He merely leaves food and medicine for the hungry and ill."

Robin's eyes snapped up from his plate, settling on Marian. She spoke with such fervor. Her eyes, which he hadn't been able to see from the battlements, shone with righteous fury. Robin shook his head. Hadn't Guy said that he planned to marry her? Robin's gaze fell back to the plate of food in front of him. If that was the case, Guy was one lucky man.

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"How is he?" Much asked as Morgan entered the camp. She didn't answer right away, and Much braced himself for bad news.

"I have good news and bad news," she started, indirectly asking which bit they wanted to hear first.

"Bad news first," Little John decided while the rest nodded in agreement. Morgan took a deep breath.

"The bad news is that Robin doesn't remember anything," she said simply. "He can't remember who he is or who his friends are. Guy's fed him some story about how they're best friends or some kind of nonsense and that we were the ones that attacked him."

"Oh, is that all?" Much asked sarcastically. "And here I thought you had bad news."

"Well, the good news is that he'll be heading back to Locksley tonight, and that'll give us a chance of taking him back," Morgan continued. "So, I suppose that all we have to do know is come up with a plan."

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Robin sat on the steps that led into the castle. He had honestly been enjoying himself, but trying to remember all of the information he'd been told proved to be a bit overwhelming. The names of all of the nobles, the descriptions of the outlaws that had ganged up on him, the way that Marian girl kept shooting him looks. If Guy hadn't already told him that he was working on marrying her, Robin would've sworn that the looks were flirtatious. Not that he minded.

"You alright?" He recognized the voice as Marian's and turned to see her coming down the steps, sitting next to him. Robin nodded.

"I'm fine. A bit overwhelmed, but no worse for wear," he commented. Marian was pretty sure that she didn't agree with that, but didn't press the matter just yet. Music could be heard from inside the castle. They listened for a few moments before Marian decided to break the silence.

"Do you remember anything yet?" she asked hopefully.

"Nope," came the disappointing reply. "I only know what the Sheriff and Guy have been telling me." Marian wasn't sure what the Sheriff and Guy had been telling him, but she knew that every second that he spent in their company was a second too many.

"It's late. Will you return to Locksley?" she asked, changing the subject once more. It was quickly becoming the most awkward conversations she'd ever had with Robin. Usually, he flirted with wild abandon, but so far he hadn't given any hint of being interested in her. She attributed this to the blow to the head, but that didn't make her any less agitated.

"As soon as Guy and Allan are ready to go," he yawned. At that moment, Allan exited the Great Hall, muttering fiercely under his breath. If there were two things that he didn't want to be at the moment, they were "in Nottingham" and "sober." Much to his dislike, he was abundantly both. He'd finally talked Guy into leaving for Locksley, and the taller man was following behind him, his disposition comparatively chipper.

"Good evening, Marian," Guy greeted while Allan brought the horses around. "I see that you and Locksley are reconnecting with each other."

"Sort of," Marian replied flatly. "I was merely making sure that he was alright." Guy smiled at her compassion. After discovering that she was the Night Watchman, Guy had squeezed Allan for information. His right hand man swore up and down that he'd never even seen the Night Watchman around the camp, that the Night Watchman had nothing to do with Robin, and he'd also pointed out that if Marian was in league with Hood, why in the world would she come back to the castle?

So, when Guy had come out to see Robin and Marian sitting on the steps together, he'd chalked it up to her seemingly endless compassion, her concern for every other living soul.

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They had a handful guards with them. Four, if he'd counted correctly, which he liked to think that he did. He was eager to make a move; the sight of his master, laughing and joking around with Gisborne, was unnerving. Beside him, Morgan was also shifting impatiently. It occurred to Much that putting the two most fidgety people on the same post may not have been the best idea. Still, he was determined to at least be more patient than Morgan.

"Will you quit moving around?" he hissed.

"Sorry," Morgan apologized. "I'm just ready to go."

"Ready to see Allan is more like it," Much corrected.

"But I haven't seen him in such a long time!" Morgan pointed out, a slight pout in her voice.

"Should've thought of that before you went and married him," Much replied flatly.

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"You know, Guy," Robin was saying loudly. "I think I've changed my mind." Guy shot him a puzzled look.

"About what?" he asked. Robin smirked.

"About that Marian girl," he commented slyly. Guy stared for a moment, not liking where Robin was heading.

"I thought you said that she wasn't your type," he reminded. Robin sheepishly scratched at the back of his ear.

"Yeah, well, that was before I actually talked to her. There's something about the way she talks, you know? The way that she smiles with her eyes," he commented, sounding something like a love-struck puppy. This did not sit well with Guy, who cleared his throat. Robin looked over at him, instantly seeing how upset his observation had made his friend. He grinned apologetically.

"Sorry. Can't help the way that I feel," he muttered, slowing his horse down so that he was riding next to Allan instead, holding up the rear of the convoy. "Allan, how serious are Guy and Marian?" Allan hesitated to answer.

"Guy is pretty serious about it," he answered, keeping his voice down so that only Robin could hear him. Robin had the good sense to lower his own voice.

"So, they aren't courting?" he asked hopefully. Realizing how he must've sounded, he hastily explained himself. "I know that Guy and I are meant to be best friends and all, but if he's not actually courting her…" He didn't finish his sentence, and the grin that Allan shot him implied that he didn't have to. Robin grinned back, satisfied.

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From their hiding places, the gang decided that they weren't going to get a better opportunity. Silently moving out of the trees, they quickly and quietly knocked out the guards in the back of the small convoy. Slipping their uniforms over their clothes with a practiced ease, they matched stride with the rest of the convoy. Little John and Will prepared to grab Robin; Morgan snuck up alongside Allan.

At first, Allan was a bit confused when the guard next to him reached up and grabbed his hand. He glanced down, immediately noticing that the "guard" was wearing a uniform meant for someone much larger, not to mention a rather feminine wedding ring. He smiled, lacing his fingers in hers.

"Did you get my message?" he asked. Morgan blushed in reply, changing the subject.

"Ride next to Guy," she instructed quietly. "We're going to take Robin." Allan glanced over at Robin, seeing that Will and Little John were on either side of him. Allan quickened his pace, riding next to a very disgruntled looking Guy.

"You alright?" Given Guy's less-than-sunny disposition, Allan thought it wise to avoid Guy's nickname.

"He's supposed to be like a blank slate," Guy said through clenched teeth. "So, why is he still attracted to her?" Allan subtly guided his horse so that he was out of Guy's reach.

"Maybe it's just one of those things," he commented. "You know. Fire is always hot, water is always wet, and Robin loves Marian." Guy shot him such a glare that if looks could kill, Allan would've died instantly.

"What? I didn't say it was a mutual thing," Allan pointed out, even though he knew that it was, in fact, an extremely mutual thing. Still, he wasn't about to tell that to Guy.

While Allan more or less distracted Guy, Will and John made their move. Will clamped a hand over Robin's mouth, stealthily pulling him off of his horse with Little John's help. They quickly made a mad dash into the woods, with Morgan at the rear, sword drawn just in case they were seen, which they inevitably were.

"Get after them!" Guy roared at Allan, who moved to follow. He was stopped in his tracks by a flurry of arrows. Cover fire, courtesy of Much and Djaq, Allan thought, glad that it was dark. He was having a hard time hiding his grin.

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There's chapter two!

You guys didn't really think that I'd split Robin and Marian up, did you? I was merely implying that their love isn't superficial.

So, yes. I've just seen the finale, and I only have three words. WHAT THE HECK!? For those that haven't seen it yet, I won't spoil it. But still! Argh!

At any rate, I hope that you all enjoy. Please review!