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 13 - The Real Robin Hood

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"He's been hurt but he's on the mend"

That is what Little John told villagers when they asked about the absence of the tall, handsom carpenter.
Will was intensely frustrated to be confined to camp when there were people out there who were starving and struggling. "Really Djaq, I'm feeling loads better, so I'm right to come today".

"Uh uh, I don't think so Will, your staying here where I know your safe and healing, I worry about you enough as it is, if you were to come I don't think Much would be the only one to burst a blood vessel"

Will scowling, but smiling in his eyes, had resigned himself to carving some new toys for the village boys and girls while the rest had head off to the villages.

Robin was surprised by the concern that the villagers showed about the injury of Will. They were deeply upset about the absence of the young man who was so keen to help them and share their worries.

The children especially missed him. Will always had a way with children; they seemed to be both calmed and excited by his presence, interested in what he said. The little boys eager to impress him and the young girls to tell him the adventures of the wooden dolls he had carved them. Many young women and their mothers asked after his absence to – which made Djaq scowl, much to Robin's amusement. Even the men of the villages asked after him, they had always been able to discuss the hardship of their trade and bread earning with him and know that he would both understand and care. It seemed like everybody was concerned about the injury of the young, handsome and caring carpenter.

Robin felt the tiniest tweak of something similar to envy. He knew the villages loved and admired him and were grateful for his sacrifice and help. But he wished he had the devoted respect they had for Will. The respect that came from sharing their hardships and experiences and having the courage to do something about it, to fight poverty, to struggle to make a difference. Robin had thought that his sacrifice and struggle had been momentous but now he realised now that Will Scarlett – a boy of only 19 – who had suffered enough death and loss to last several life times, who lived in a time when families were deeply selfish and needed to protect themselves and their kin above anyone, had given up his family to fight for others, risked his neck everyday for the most selfless of causes, had knowingly dedicated his life to fight the never ending war against the cycle of poverty. Robin fervently wished he could see into the mind of this courageous young man. How could a man so young, little more than a boy really, who had never left the borders of Nottinghamshire have such assured morals?

Robin in his musing had gained a whole new appreciation for the struggle of Will Scarlett and all the other outlaws. Djaq who had a home across the sea was risking her life to fight a battle that wasn't even hers to fight. Little John who had let the two people he loved more then anything in the world go, so they could be happy and was fighting to make the world a better place for them to live in. Much who was now a free man, but such a dedicated and loyal friend that he had given up his precious Bon Church and followed his master into battle in the holy land and again into battle against a corrupt system in Nottingham. Even Allan, who had nothing to lose in the world, but also had nothing to gain. Allan was a man with nothing to rely on but his own wit and courage – no wonder he had felt so insecure. 'He is still a traitor' Robin thought, but now he saw Allan's situation in a whole new light.

Without these men, his lads, his gang, he the famous Robin Hood, would be nothing. These men, and women, he reminded himself with a smile, they were the real heroes, the men who fought not for appreciation or glory but for a better world.

They were the real Robin Hood
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