AN: Okay so this chapter is going to be split POV because I want to get a look inside Will's head when OC Heather, disappears without a word during the argument between himself and Marian.

Disclaimers: Anything you recognize, I don't own…although believe me, I would love nothing more. Also, I make no money from this, it is purely for my own enjoyment and love of the characters. No copyright infringement or harm meant.

Spoilers: None, except that this takes place before Allan was Guy's man so an indeterminate part of season two as everyone is still alive and Allan hasn't betrayed anyone yet.

Wills POV

"Marian, we have to warn the others and we really do need those supplies," I argued.

"If you tell me what you need, I can make sure you get it. Besides, I can get into and out of Nottingham easier than the rest of you can, even under house arrest," Marian said, clearly pleased with her argument as if her being in the camp proved that very point.

That's when I noticed that something seemed a bit off. I tuned out Marian for a moment as I looked around the camp, realization dawning and knotting the pit of my stomach. Heather was gone but I hadn't heard her leave. In fact, I hadn't heard a thing from her since she had whispered that she needed to give herself up to the Sheriff and Gisbourne.

"Marian, she's gone," I said, interrupting whatever it was that Marian had been saying.

"Pardon," she asked, looking around the camp.

"She's gone," I said, a bit more icily.

That was when I heard the soft thud out in the forest, not far from the camp. Then I heard the unmistakable voice of the Sheriff.

"No one but God can forgive you now missy," he said with an evil chuckle.

"I hate the sheriff," I said, more to myself than to Marian.

"You have to do something Will," Marian said.

"I know….," I whispered, still feeling some of the anger at myself for not noticing that she had gone missing sooner when I prided myself on being the eyes and ears of the camp.

Despite the fact that I had managed to lose track of her, I was finding myself more frustrated by the fact that I had become attuned to her in such a short period of time. I mean, 24 hours was hardly enough time to say that you knew a person as a simple acquaintance and yet, in that amount of time, I had become so attuned to this strange young woman that had been dropped into my life that I feared for her safety when she wasn't near.

"Will, what are we going to do? I can help you but if I am found out the sheriff will have me hanged, and I think that even Gisbourne will be powerless to stop it this time. I believe that the sheriff already suspects me of helping the gang on more than one occasion," Marian said, interrupting my silent monologue.

As I tried to formulate half a plan in the scant amount of time I had, realization dawned and I knew where she was going. If the sheriff had her, there was only one place that he could possibly take her.

"They are taking her to the dungeon at the castle again. Marian, I would never ask it of you if this wasn't going to help everyone but I need your help," I said.

"I think I can help you get in undetected," Marian said with a smile.

"I am sort of counting on that," I said with a sardonic smile as Marian and I set off through the forest toward Nottingham.

Heather's POV

When I woke up, my head was throbbing and I couldn't move. I opened my eyes and looked at my surroundings, groaning softly as I sat up and gingerly touched the back of my head. I winced at the pain but saw there was no blood at least, for which I was grateful. I then took in my surroundings more closely and realized that I was once again back inside the castle dungeon.

"Ah, she has awoken," said a maniacal voice with an evil laugh.

I shuddered and tried to pull myself further into the shadows of the cell I was in, but to no avail as a moment later, I heard a key turning in the metal lock and the door creaked open to my cell. I waited expectantly for the sheriff to walk into the cell with a flourish but was shocked when I looked up and saw a tall man dressed in dark leather standing in front of me. There was no mistaking who this was as he carried himself with an air of evil confidence, despite the bored look on his face. He stooped down and yanked on my arm roughly, dragging me up so I was standing in front of him.

"What is your name?" he growled out.

I closed my eyes against the pain I felt in my arm from him pulling on it and he slapped my face with his free hand when I didn't answer him immediately.

"What is your name?" he repeated the question.

"Heather," I answered quietly.

"And where is Hood?" he asked, raising his hand, preparing to slap me again.

"I don't know what or who you are talking about," I said quietly.

"Oh, but I think you do. Where is Robin Hood and his gang?" he asked, anger seeping into his tone.

"I don't know. I don't even know anything about Robin Hood or his gang," I said desperately wishing he would just release my arm as I could feel the pain growing exponentially the longer he kept his grip on it.

He let go of me and I slumped back to the cool stone floor of the cell. I watched as the sheriff called him over and out of the cell for a moment and began speaking to him in a low tone.

"Gisbourne, perhaps we may have misjudged the power of her usefulness. Take her to be tortured as before. Eventually it will break this pathetic resolve that all these peasants seem to have concerning Hood and his outlaw gang."

"With all due respect my lord, this treatment did not work last time, what makes you so sure that it will work this time?" Gisbourne asked, looking over at me slumped on the floor of the cell and sneering at me.

"Because my dear Gizzy, if she does not talk this time, I am simply going to hang her and make an example of her for all the peasants," the sheriff said with another maniacal laugh before he turned and headed out of the dungeons.

I closed my eyes and began to think of Will and hope that he had already figured out where I was and was on his way with the others to rescue me.

"Very well my lord, I will make arrangements for the jailer," Gisbourne said with a sneer in my direction.

"Oh no Gizzy, this one you will see to personally," I heard the sheriffs voice drift down to the cell from the stairway. I gasped and felt the tears slide down my face as I began to pray that Will and the others would find me before I had to endure whatever torture Gisbourne could come up with.

Thought I had you there. The sheriff almost being kind but no dice. Anyway, even if he was going to be kind, it would only be to his own ends. Please tell me what you think about Will's POV because I feel like I sort of let him get a bit OOC but I hope not. I just felt that the way he was thinking would be mainly internal. Will seems more like the type to internalize a plan and then just hop into action than the kind to talk about what he is doing.

Tell me what you think. Reviews are love :)