AN: PrimevalandPapaRoachLover, thanks so much for the wonderful review on the last chapter. Willy's Girl, thanks so much for the review on chapter 4 as well. This chapter is probably going to be another split chapter just because I really think that it is fun getting inside Will's head and seeing what he is thinking. Also, sorry that the update has taken so long. I have been bogged down at school and have also been working every day for the last eight days without a day off so I have been too tired to post anything.

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.

Will's POV

I followed Marian silently into the city of Nottingham and stayed in the shadows of the alleys watching for the sheriff or Gisbourne or any of the guard.

"Will, we can't do this alone. There are far too many guards, both in the town and inside the castle. I think it would be best for you to head back to the camp and wait for everyone, explain everything to them and get their help," Marian said.

"What about you?" I asked. "I'm going to be fine. I have to get back inside the castle before they realize that I've been missing," she said with a small smile. I watched her pull the hood of her cloak back up before she hurried out into the crowd of villagers in the marketplace. I waited until the guard had all passed by where I was hiding before I came out of the hiding spot and hurriedly made my way through the town and toward the forest. Once I got back to the camp, I began to try figuring out a way to tell the others what had happened and prayed that it wouldn't be too late by the time we helped this young woman. I didn't have long to wait for the others to come back as a few moments after I got back, I heard the sound of the others coming back into the camp, Much being the first one back into the camp. He seemed to be able to sense that something was very wrong without me having to say a single word.

"Where is she?" he demanded of me, drawing his sword and pointing it at me.

I sighed and rubbed my hands over my face but ignored the question from Much.

"What's happened Will?" Robin asked, giving me that look that made it known that if you lied to him, you were a dead man. Not that I would dream of it in this case.

"Heather's gone," I said simply, deciding that if I just came out and said it, it may be a bit easier to think. I was wrong.

"Gone? As in captured or she just left?" Much asked.

"Who's left?" I heard Djaq ask as she and Allan walked into the camp, holding hands.

"Heather," Much said.

"Good riddance then. She was too difficult to keep track of," Allan said with a smirk.

I growled when he smiled and reached for the first thing I could find, ready to throw it at his head but Robin got in front of me.

"Allan," Djaq said, shaking her head.

"We go to Nottingham," John said quietly, having heard the end of the conversation as he made his way into the camp.

"Marian is already at the castle. She wanted to try and help but when we got to Nottingham, we found that we were far too outnumbered by the gaurds," I said, with an exasperated sigh.

"Marian was here?" Robin asked, just as Much said, "Unbelievable."

"Much…." I glared at him and he quickly went about looking for something to prepare for supper.

"We go to Nottingham," John said again. I just nodded, as did Robin and I could see a plan formulating itself in his mind already.

Heather's POV

I opened my good eye slowly, groaning as I tried to push myself up on my elbow, realizing that it was better if I just didn't move. My head was throbbing and every bone and muscle in my body hurt.

'Oh no,' I thought, 'The sheriff has finally done it. I am dead. Will wasn't there in time to save me from a horrible, tortured fate.'

I whimpered softly as I rolled over, my ribs protesting as I finally managed to push my body up against the stone wall for support. I could smell the blood and the nightmares from hours earlier came rushing back to me, making me feel nauseous at the things that had been done to me. I retched on the floor beside where I was sitting as I thought about the things that Gisbourne had done to me, both when he had been torturing me and after. I could still hear my screams of pain and agony inside my head as he forced himself on me.

I heard the sound of footsteps making their way to the dungeon and I pushed myself as far into the shadow of my cell as I could, praying that it was not Gisbourne making his way back to torture me again.

"Well, are you willing to tell us where Hood and his gang of outlaws are now?" the sheriff asked.

I kept my mouth shut and shook my head when he came into the cell, followed closely by Gisbourne, who grabbed me again and dragged me up once again. "I honestly don't have any idea what you are talking about," I said softly in defeat.

Gisbourne slapped me hard across the face before dropping me back on the stone floor once again.

"Gisbourne, inform the jailer that we shall have ourselves a hanging this morning," the sheriff said in a resigned, almost bored tone that did not convey the glee he felt about that fact. I laid there on the stone floor, listening to their footsteps fade away and I resigned myself to the fate I was meeting in a matter of hours, no longer caring if Robin or Will or the rest of the gang found me and saved me.

Okay, so this chapter was a lot of fun to write and I am already halfway through the next chapter as well so hopefully I can get it posted as well. On the advice of an anonymous reviewer, I have changed this whole chapter in order to give the story more of a slow burn feel concerning the romance aspect of it.

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