Title: Just A Glimpse

Author: Lili44

Genre: (AU) Romance/Fluffdom

Disclaimer: Sorry I do not own Robin Hood or any related characters.

Synopsis: Ever wondered how Will and Djaq fell for each other. This fluffy fic explores the feelings for the gangs youngest members and how true love can be found in the simplest of things. For Will and Djaq the past was dim, their present situation dangerous and doubtful but their future hopeful when they find each other, despite everything. Only one question remains; do they have the courage to make their feelings known to the other? Can they take that small step that appears to be a giant leap and find true happiness? Please check out the Banner for this Fic at my profile page.

Chapter 5 - Angsty Minds

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Djaq's POV

Djaq retreated to the river to wash off the dirty snowy leaf litter she had collected while rolling on the ground. She sat quietly while shivering and running her fingers through the icy water, lost in her thoughts.

What would her father or Basaam say about her behaviour she wondered. Rolling around on the ground with men touching her all over tickling her, 'it was not lady like, it was not proper'. But then again she wasn't exactly a lady; all the gang treated her like another one of the lads. She wondered if she dressed up as a woman again whether she would still be considered beautiful. It had been so long since she last looked like a women, it had been so long since she last felt like a women. "No, that's a lie" she admitted to herself. He made her feel like a women.

But Will Scarlett treated her with equal respect and value despite her gender. At first she had been angered and irritated when he did things for her, like handed her, her dinner or sharpened her weapon. She had thought him attempting to be chivalrous and believed he thought her weaker than the others; she detested being treated differently because of her gender. But over time she had come to realise that he preformed little favours for all the outlaws, often without a word of recognition. Not because he thought them, or her, weak or incapable, not because he sought thanks or praise, simply because he was nice. She finally recognised him for someone who was honest, kind-hearted and genuinely cared about other men… and women; other people. She knew he realised that the little things people did for one another mattered, that the little things made living together constantly day and night more bearable. After this realisation she had made a special effort to thank him for his kindness, but found that this just embarrassed him, so instead she allowed him to do little favours for her without so much as a small smile and a nod and tried as often as she could to return the favour. 'No' she thought 'it certainly isn't his treatment of me that makes me feel like a women. But if it wasn't that what was it?'

"Could it be? Yes is must be." It was the way he looked at her she realised. That fiery and passionate look that had been lately driving her mad with, with, with… she didn't know what. She couldn't explain what it made her feel but she did know it was both pleasant and unnerving at the same time. Well that makes sense" she thought "he is a man of many contradictions". She had never known such a gentle person as him. Yet she had seen him transform from a gentle and private carpenter of few words, to a fierce fighter of enraged, righteous and passionate speeches in mere moments. "He's so….so….. Intense" she decided.

And she had never seen him look so intensely at her as he had today and she had never felt those feelings so deeply as she had when she was sitting on top of him feeling drawn to him in some strange way. She knew she felt something; she just couldn't put a name on what it was. For her all her wide knowledge of the world, of war and of medicine she simply could not understand this feeling.

Will's POV

He sat by the fire once again whittling, he was confused. Confusion was not a feeling he often felt, to him the world was usually black and white. There was Robin who was good and the Sheriff who was evil. But when Allan left he knew things had delved into a grey area and he had felt confused. Will decided he didn't like confusion. "Its too uncomfortable and I never knew where I stand". He thought about Djaq sitting on top of him today, their faces so close that their noses nearly touched.

Everything had happened so fast. "She may have simply been leaning down to grab more snow" he thought. He remembered he'd grabbed her wrists; "maybe I pulled her down? Yes that was it I forced her down closer to me because I couldn't control my own need to hold her to me." He blushed and felt shame. He'd have to make it up to her, he'd have to apologise.

"How could she ever think of me like that? The way I think of her, feel for her, the way I love her". He was just a simple peasant, "worse than that, a peasant boy, not even a man" he bitterly sneered at himself. Because a man wouldn't act like that, wouldn't force a woman closer to him, except maybe Robin. She was an intelligent and beautiful woman who didn't need a male in her life, and if she wanted one she would want a man, 'maybe a man like Allan'.

Will didn't normally doubt himself. He was a strong and confident fighter, he trusted his skilful carpenters hands he even trusted his own thoughts, judgements and actions. But as a honest straight forward sought of man, he had no experience or idea how to woe a women and therefore didn't trust himself, his actions or thoughts in this area. What he didn't realise is that this is what Djaq found so attractive about him, what she loved about him, even if she didn't fully realise.

His eyes turned and looked wistfully down the path she had walked down to the river moments earlier. She had obviously been repulsed by his actions, by the way she had yelled and then scrambled off his so fast today. He blushed in embarrassment and anger as he thought how he loathed his own behaviour. Throwing aside the carving in his hands he wondered how he could ever face her again.

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