Hi, so here is the FINAL CHAPTER! I am so happy to get this one out, there will be a third and final part to this little three part that I have created and it will take place during Season 3 with a happy ending for all but I hope that you have enjoyed this chapter and this story and the events that it has set up for the second and final sequel.

In regards to Gisella I thought it was the ending that she deserved, in a way the character of Gisella was created to appease an eleven year old girl who found out that she could create characters based on her favourite TV-Show and to represent freedom. So I hope you all enjoy. The Gisbourne debacle well...someone had to die. And while it doesn't give recognition to the Phenomenal acting that Richard did in Season 3 it does I hope paint a picture of what we are going into next.

Disclaimer-Nothing is mine. Just the characters of Erin and Gisella.

Nothing is historically accurate here as well.

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Chapter 22-Unitl Tomorrow

The FINAL CHAPTER of this part two arc. As the Outlaws rush to save the King, the Woman in Red rises and falls. Gisbourne is forced to make a choice, there is a death—or maybe two (but not the ones that you expect) and the King has a final say in what happens next.

It was hard to keep up with what was going on sometimes. One minute she was sure she was going to die and the next minute they were rescuing the King of England. Marian had been on horseback—the Woman in Red had commanded her own horse back and nobody had had the balls to try and stop her and Erin and Kate, had had no choice but to pick up their skirts and run afterwards. Djaq didn't have that concern and in truth neither did Erin because this strange garment that she was in was both a dress and had trousers attached.

But that didn't mean that it was easy. Running in Sherwood was a hell of a lot easier than running through sand and Erin had not had the best of time on her knee lately what with being dragged about in a carriage, the cold in Nottingham, the ship to the Holy Lands and then there cramped conditions in the little basement room. Even standing she had been leaning heavily on Allan to keep herself upright.

So it was really Allan dragging her by the arm sword in hand that kept her going.

Somehow Robin managed to intercept the King, what had transpired between him, the King and Carter had been short and brief but it had seen the plan avoided. Barely had they a second to realise that they had saved the King of England's life before intense fighting between the Sherriff and his men pushed them back towards a small town that was almost like a ghost town—certainly it seemed deserted. It was bright and clean and Erin blinked, after so much time in the darkness the heat and the light it was jarring. The gates clattered open and she watched as three more men came in, one of them clearly in the lead.

"Who the hell invited Saladin's son?" Djaq said in a voice that was a cross between awe and horror.

"I did" Gisella said deflecting a blow from a soldier and neatly slitting his throat.

"Half of the people here are traitors to the cause, I sent him a bird telling him if he wanted them alive he better get here quick"

"You said all of that to the Prince of the Holy Lands?"

Gisella shot her sister a look and in that moment Erin thought for the first time that she could see the girl that Gisella had been before the war had moulded her into something else. She could see the girl underneath it all and the genuine amusement that coloured her face.

"Course I did sister? Perks of fucking him isn't is?"

Djaq watched her for a second and then her own face broke into a smile.

"You always did aim for the top"

Gisella smiled in genuine amusement.

"Always"

And then they were fighting again.

She lost sight of Allan between the soldiers surrendering and the ones that were dying. There was one with a curved blade that almost got Carter but Kate came out of nowhere and stuck her leg out which gave Luke enough time to heave Carter to his feet and suddenly his head was off his shoulders and the curved blade was dropping to the floor with mundane finality.

She picked up what looked like Robin's discarded bow and followed the direction of the sounds of the intense fighting. The three Saracen's and Gisella were taking on the big man who had pretended to be Saladin. Despite the four of them ducking and weaving he was intense in his ducking and diving. It was hard to tell which one was witch at times and Gisella turned mid fight to take on his right hand man. His shield came out and smacked her in the face and she fell and Erin looked at her and saw blood on her shirt.

And she knew…

Somewhere between her last fight and here Gisella had gotten hit.

She opened her mouth but she caught a fist to her ribs that dropped her to her knees. The Sherriff kicked her in the face and it sent her flying backwards. He was moving for the exit…no…he and Gisbourne were moving for the King who had been sitting in the sand blood dripping from a blow to the head and was looking in that moment utterly defenceless.

With a cry, Robin came out of nowhere. He pushed the Sherriff into the sand but the Sherriff flipped him off with a strength Erin would have never believed he had if she had not seen it for herself. Robin tumbled into the dust and then there was a flash of white in between them as the Sherriff moved away from Gisbourne and it was Gisbourne, Marian and the King with Robin dragging himself through the sand to his sovereign.

What transpired between the two of them, Gisbourne and Marian, Sir Guy and Lady Knighton Erin couldn't tell but she had an idea. Marian had, had a long time to prepare what she was going to say at this moment, the moment of the final severing of the dreams that he had that she would one day come to love him. The relationship between them was complex on a good day and Erin had seen it up close. To understand it you had to see it otherwise there was no point and she knew that what was happening now was the moment that would decide everything in Marian's life.

It wasn't really a choice. Everyone even to some extent Gisbourne knew who she would choose. There had been no competition. He had owned her heart since they were children no matter how much she wanted to deny it. For Marian there was only Robin.

Gisbourne's face contorted with rage and he lunged forwards sword outstretched. Marian darted back her face alive with malice and then Erin struck.

She didn't even remember doing it. All she could see was Gisbourne, all she could see was Robin trying desperate to get himself to his feet his kingdom for a weapon and all she could see was the one in hers. She scrambled around in the dust and the dirt and the sand and there it was, one arrow, one shot.

She shot. She hit.

Sir Guy of Gisbourne hit the ground the arrow in his neck with a mundane finality. For a second he looked surprised at the blood coating his hands, Marian's dress all of it. Even the Sherriff stopped what he was doing and watched at this the fall of his best, last lieutenant. Marian staggered backwards and fell over as she watched and Erin dropped the bow in shock. She had not expected to hit him only to distract him to gain Robin much needed time.

Certainly she had never expected to kill him.

The Sherriff gave a snarl and then before he could even think about moving there was another shout and Gisella ran into the square her face alive with some sort of emotion, her skin clammy with sweat and her shirt dark with blood though weather it was her own or someone else's Erin didn't know. The big man masquerading as the King followed her. The Sherriff moved but the King spoke.

"Stop now!"

Nobody listened to him.

Djaq and Will were following and Allan and Much. Kate and Luke were bringing the rear dragging Carter between them who looked like his arm was at the wrong angle. Robin swore as the Sherriff made another move but it was clear he didn't want to go to close to the edge of the fray that was Gisella and the big man, if he got near them, if he got sucked in then he would never get out. That was the end of it however because Robin with a shout moved towards him as the Sherriff clambered on his horse.

"HOOD THIS IS NOT OVER! I WILL HAVE ENGLAND!"

There was the clash of steel upon steel as slashed the man across his neck with one knife and then his arm with the other, he whirled around shouting and then…

And then…

His sword went straight into Gisella's stomach.

Djaq screamed, Erin screamed, Kate made an abortive gesture and was held back by Much, Marian shaking from head to toe got to her feet her hands scrabbling in the sand, the man who had come with her, the man Gisella had been (for lack of a better word) 'fucking' came around the corner his dark hair matted with sweat.

It seemed to take an age for her to fall. Gisella stared at the knife in her gut and then pulled it out. For one moment Erin was sure that was it, clearly the man who had stabbed her had thought so but before anyone could move she had stabbed him in the neck with his own knife the blade coming down three times before he collapsed and then she did her body crumpling like a little doll and her hair fanning out around her.

For a second nobody breathed and then the Sherriff on horseback galloped out the gate.

And then it was like all hell had broken loose.

Someone was barking out orders in Arabic and two men went flying out after the Sherriff but she didn't care. All she cared for was her sister. She stepped over the crumbled body of Gisbourne and grabbed her sister's hand, her baby sister's hand as blood stained and broken as it was. Whatever happened now her sister was going to get the best medical attention that Djaq could give her.

Erin hit the sand next to her and the dark eyes found the blue.

"Gisbourne?"

Erin nodded once.

"Good" Gisella said with that well satisfied smirk. "I trained you well"

The man—Saladin's youngest son knelt down too and too the other bloodied hand. For a second her sister stared at him and Djaq knew that she was trying to say a lot of things with that stare that she could only say now when she was dying and had never been able to say while she was still alive.

But what did it matter. Djaq didn't have to look at the wound to know that it was no good.

Her sister was dying.

Her silly, beautiful, dangerous, arrogant baby sister was dying. She was the last of Djaq's family and her life was bleeding out around her on the sand.

The man nodded once his jaw tight and moved away and finally the dark eyes that they shared—eyes inherited by their mother—locked onto each other.

"Least it's not England" Gisella said coughing a little. "Least it's home"

"Shut up"

"Don't Saffia…I know I am beyond…I've known for a while this is how it ends, assassin's don't grow old and I was a damn good assassin. And it's done…I killed them all. I killed them all"

She said it with a smile and Djaq…no…Saffia saw blood stained teeth bared in a feral grin.

"You were right" she said quietly. "You were so right Gis—I—I did keep you behind, I did put you in danger for my own desires, it was my fault all of it—"

"Not all of it…I…the man standing behind you helped"

Saffia smiled and Gisella smiled back.

"Forgive me" she said quietly. "Please Gisella for all of it…forgive me"

For a long second dark eyes met each other. Saffia tried to say everything that could be said in that precious moment. There was years of their bitter battles with each other, an intense rivalry, a demand to always be the best in their father's eyes and on one side a deep hatred but somehow she knew it had never stopped underpinning their love for each other. They were sisters, they were born to be rivals and yet here at the crux of the matter...

Gisella wheezed a little and then she jerked her head to say defiant to the last "Well if I have to"

Saffia smiled and Gisella smiled back and then something in those dark and dangerous eyes went black and the breeze drifted across them and her dark and dangerous baby sister disappeared on the wind almost to a place where Saffia could not follow but where there was peace.

For a moment there was utter silence. She didn't need to look at the men surrounding her to know that despite the grief they were feeling for her there was relief. Her sister had been an international killer, she was a threat to them all from the King, to Robin to Will and deep down their death made life a hell of a lot easier for them.

But not for her.

But not for her.

For her there was nothing to describe the depths of her agony.

Her sister was dead.

They took Gisella's body. Marian watching felt a shiver as they did it. They were going to burn it and there was a pyre built and they were covering their heads and then the woman was a flame red jacket and red scarf defiant in the blazing heat.

It was hard to put into words the death of Gisella. Marian had not had much to do with her but she thought it was just typical of this world that the woman found peace only for it to be snatched away. However she could put that aside and try to deal with it later because it was hard to put into words the death of Guy.

They had buried Guy in the sands outside of the town. It had been Marian who had insisted that a priest be found and he be given something of a proper funeral. Erin had said nothing but Marian had already told her she felt no blame towards her. They had been in the heat of a battle and she knew, she knew that Guy had been a hairs breath away from stabbing her and she knew that. It had been her or him and Erin had just reacted.

And it had been a fucking good shot.

But now…now he was dead. She had broken his heart and now he was dead.

She had needed to do that too. She had needed to break his heart in pieces and she had needed him to understand that for her it was only Robin. Even if she could get past the massive treason that he had committed it wouldn't matter because for her it had been Robin since childhood. She had loved him since childhood, she had loved him through war and death and his retreat to the forest and there was nothing that Guy could have done to make her switch off those feelings.

"I'm going to marry Robin Hood. I am going to marry Robin Hood. I've already slept with Robin Hood. I love Robin Hood…I love Robin Hood"

And now here she was looking over the balcony of a house that the King had rented which she was pretty sure had once been a brothel and watching the sun set on another day in the Holy Lands. Soon she knew they would have to go back to Nottingham, the Sherriff had a few days head start on them but the King had asked them to stay and stay they had. She and Robin had all but been living as man and wife, Allan and Erin in much the same thing but without the actual deed. Will and Djaq had received some kind of a blessing that meant they were technically married in Djaq's religion. It had been done by Saladin's son personal Imam at a shocking speed all the while he had been glaring at Richard but it had been done. King Richard had given them his blessing too which as Luke pointed out that night was more than good enough for everyone here. Djaq her face ravaged with sadness had managed to change into a nice dress for the occasion and had smiled. It would take time. Grief did. Marian knew that.

And now there was this.

One more thing to be done.

Well…two more things to be done.

When the King of England offered to give you away then you couldn't really refuse could you?

So now here she was in a simple white gown her hair loose and curling around her and her flower crown in place ready to marry the man she loved.

There was a knock on the door and Erin dressed in pale blue opened it with a smile. Her hair was curly too and she had white and blue flowers in her hair.

"You ready Marian?" she said grinning.

"You?"

"Just about."

"And Robin?"

Erin rolled her eyes. "There fine. Much got them all bathed how I don't know but he did, Kate says the food is good but the King has an announcement to make afterwards"

"Oh God"

Erin grinned and held out the flowers that she and Kate had painstakingly found for her to hold. It was reusable for Erin was going to be married too. It was a joint wedding day in accordance with the King of England, decreed by the King of England.

"I don't think it will be too bad" she said grinning. "I think he's sent some sharply worded notes to his brother and gotten some response back"

Marian smiled and took the flowers and then she and Erin went down the steps to the great hall (or what passed as the main room) and then under a canopy of flowers the King of England walked Lady Marian Knighton down the aisle and married her to Robin, Lord of Locksley. It was half rushed and simple and had none of the glamour that her marriage or her near marriage to Guy had given her but it was the perfect marriage that could ever exist.

Erin and Allan stood afterwards but Erin was already shaking her head.

"Your Highness with all due respect I would ask that someone else walk me down the aisle?"

"Who?"

Erin smiled, it was amazing how she changed in the past weeks, gone were the hollows under her eyes and the darkness that had seemed to plague her. Instead here was a simple, happy woman.

"John"

John who had been about to drink some water promptly spat it out.

"Me?"

"You"

For a second Marian watched as Little John seemed so speechless he seemed to be struck dumb. Actually looking at him he seemed to be battling back tears.

"John" Allan said with a grin. "Can you get into your place cause I want to marry this woman before we go home"

And that was how Little John his hand covering Erin's and beaming with pride walked Erin down the aisle and handed her over to Allan and finally everyone was with the person they were supposed to be with.

It was the closest thing to a happy ending that they could get out of this situation and Marian leaned her head on Robin's shoulder and knew that no matter what happened tomorrow tonight was perfect.

Afterwards the King gathered them around.

"I have sent notes to my brother John and to members of the Privy Council I know to be loyal to me. A case is being built against the Sherriff and I have put forwards a bill to clear you all of any wrongdoing, a pardon and restoration. Of course such things take time and so I ask you to have patience and carry on the resistance"

"And then what?" Kate said quietly. "Sire" she added. "What happens if Parliament do not act?"

"John does not have the power to take total control. And the men that I trust are loyal to me. It might take some time but John knows he has to compromise with me, if he thinks he can continue the way he is then you are a small price to pay and the war…the war is nearing an end, Saladin knows this as much as I do. Soon there will be a peace deal on the horizon and then I will come back home and route out the traitors in my kingdom"

Kate said nothing but her raised eyebrow showed that she did not think much of the plan, however with her hair braided into a neat plat and intertwined with flowers she looked beautiful rather than sceptical. It had been a good day and Marian was not interested in the nitty gritty details, so her and her husband would have to stay a bit longer in the forest before they came home to Locksley Manner. To her it didn't matter? It was hardly like she was ever going into the castle again.

"I will ensure that your sacrifice is not forgotten" The King continued. "Rest assured soon you will all be rewarded and to complete this promise I am sending Carter with you as my go-between"

Now it was Luke's time to inhale water. Carter on the other hand looked rather pleased with himself, clearly he had been given the heads up before.

"Carter will be my go-between, between Nottingham and London, the Duke of Buckingham will give him patronage which will ensure that anything that goes to London will be reported to loyal members of the Privy Council"

"Are you sure you can trust the Duke of Buckingham?" Kate asked shrewdly.

"I am sure" the King of England said to the peasant girl with simple dignity. "I know him, I served with him I…he was my greatest friend when dealing with the French…he knows many things about me and he keeps them to himself"

Unbidden he cast a long look over each of them but she noticed that his gaze did linger for a half a heartbeat longer on Carter and Luke who were stood together the very definition of friendship and nothing more. Marian suddenly remembered what Robin had told her, that there had been rumours about the King and the French King Philip and their closeness on this crusade and how his enemies had tried to say it was something more.

Looking at him Marian did not think it a rumour. That being said she was married now and she knew her husband. He was still looking at the King with those wide hero worship eyes.

"So we have a plan" Robin said nodding.

"But that's for tomorrow" John said firmly. "Tonight is for celebration, we did it. We lived through it, we are for the most part a great deal happier than we were when we came on this voyage"

"Long may it last" Allan muttered his arm around a beaming Erin.

"Amen" Marian said softly as she looked at her friends and her family. She knew that they were going into another battle, that soon they would have to leave this place and return to a Sherriff that was emboldened and bitter and that the stakes had never been higher. That grief was all around them and there was no guarantee of a happy ending after their stay in the Holy Lands and that it might all come to naught in the end but on this day, in this moment she looked around at her friends and her family and knew that she was a woman, blessed indeed.

And so for right now, everyone got a happy ending. Thank you all so, so much for your continued love and support when writing this story. I will go away now and finish my others stories and plan for the third part of this world but don't worry, like the Sherriff...I will be back.

Thank you all so much and Enjoy.