A/N I do not own BBC Robin Hood, its characters, and its plots. Hey, sorry this took so long. Hopefully I can squeeze in one more chapter before the break ends. I am sure some people will be upset at the last paragraph, but just wait. Please follow/favorite/review. Enjoy!

Chapter 13 More Jealousy

"Marian." Robin whispered, quickly and silently closing the heavy castle door behind him. He stepped into the room making no noise. Martin stood up from her desk and scowled at him. "Listen, Alex has been arrested. But it's not right though. Do you know anything about this?"

"Yes, I do." she spat out at him, "You should not be so careless next time."

"What are you talking about?" Robin asked her, confused at her accusation.

"Robbing the most powerful noble in England of half his valuables. Parading your relationship with a witch around so even the Sheriff knows. It's careless and I will not help you or her or anyone in your gang if this is how you work."

"Marian, I have no idea what you are talking about. You were just helping us a week ago!"

"You know. Yesterday you and your lover, Alex, robbed Buckingham of half his belongings and now he's getting his revenge."

"Marian!" Robin said in shock, "I did not rob Buckingham and I certainly am not involved in anyway with Alex. She loves Allan and he loves her, but they haven't admitted it to each other. They were the ones that robbed this Buckingham fellow, and they were not supposed to take that much."

"You are a horrible liar. Allan A Dale would never love someone. He is a thief and a liar. Alex is manipulative and an even bigger liar. I don't even know where she is from and she speaks so strangely. I know that she is your lover and she is a danger to you and your mission."

"You are being blinded by your jealousy!" Robin yelled, forgetting he was supposed to be concealing himself. "She and Allan are in love; she and Allan were the ones that robbed Buckingham and they stole half because they wanted a cash prize in our gang so they could buy some proclamation of love; Alex is an innocent woman, who has done nothing but help us and Nottinghamshire and you!" Robin said in a lower tone. He approached Marian with anger apparent on his face. "I cannot believe that your stubbornness and jealousy would prevent you from saving the life of a good and honest woman. She lies because she has to and it is her natural instinct. You do not know the first thing about her. And I clearly do not know the first thing about you."

"Your scolding will not persuade me to help you or her. I must ask you to leave now." Mariam replied, staring Robin coldly in the eye.

Robin stored to the door, ready to leave, but used and turned back to face the noble woman. "I made a promise that I would save Alex to Allan and that no harm would come to her. If I can't fulfill that promise, her pain and death will be on you and his heart break as well." Marian stared back at him, showing no emotion until her left, closing the door behind him.

Robin could not believe that Marian was behaving this way. He thought she was a good and true person who would not let personal involvement affect what is right an just in their mind, but he was wrong now. It explained why he had received no tips about this Buckingham man and why Alex was arrested. Robin could recall a noble named Buckingham in the short times he went to court, but the stories and the gossip were all the same and nothing out of the ordinary unfortunately. Buckingham was an extremely rich noble because of the fortune gained by those before him in his line and he was a tyrant to his serfs and peasants. He also had a bad temper, but he didn't think at the time one of his friends would ever encounter it on a potentially deadly level. He had to see Alex and make sure she was alright.

Robin hid in a dark corridor, a plan forming inside his head. A lone guard passed by and he quickly hit on the back of the head and dragged him into the corridor. He stripped him of his chainmail and uniform and dressed himself in it. He grabbed the guard's sword and his own bow and arrow and began heading into the dungeon.

"I'm here for the shift change." he told the guard on duty there.

"Alright mate. I would avoid the their witch if I were ya. No beggin', no cryin', no nothin'. She just writes in that stupid journal of 'ers." the guard replied, glad to get out of the disgusting prison.

"I'll be wary of her." Robin replied, with a slight smirk of pride from his fiery and stubborn friend. He grabbed the keys from the guard and when the jailor went over to jeer at him, he knocked hi out in one swift movement. He quickly walked around the dungeon, looking for Alex's cell and was greeted with a yell.

She had sat in her cell, shackled to the wall so her arms had limited movement and she could not reach the door. The guard that shoved her in here had been kind enough to throw her new journal in, but cruel enough to give her a solid punch to her stomach. She wouldn't be surprised if one of her ribs were cracked. She sat down, resigned to her faith until her friends would come and rescue her, but she at the moment, felt helpless. She looked at her journal for Allan and took off the cloth protecting it from the mud, dirt, and blood prevalent in the cell. She opened it to the first crisp page and began an inscription to her- well she didn't know what he was to her with a pencil she kept in the journal for easy access.

'Dear Rooster,' she began, 'I am currently writing this in a cell, by body battered and bruised and fearing death. But I know you and the gang will rescue me. You did when I was accused of witchcraft and insulted you and laughed at you, nothing would stop you now. But I am still scared and I can only admit it here, not to anyone's face. You know me and how I hide emotions. But I could admit it to you, face to face though. I could tell you anything and I think, or at least hope, you could tell me anything in return. Throughout this adventure of mine, you have always been the one to make me laugh, feel welcomed and belonged, you taught me how to survive and thrive here, and you made me love you. There it is, the three words that can change everything: I love you. I love you here and now and if I died I would love you, if I had to go back home I would love you, if you betrayed me and left me I would love you, and if you died I would love you. What I feel for you is, well epic in the biggest sense of the word. Spanning a millennia and continents. Lives ruined, bloodshed. Epic. I might have to leave to go back home sometime, but you are really my home. You would think a relationship would be easier, but not for us. After all, we are going to have songs and stories written about us. The point is, I have never felt happier than when I am with you, and I will never stop loving you no matter where I am, where you are, and where we are and where we stand with each other. I hope you feel the same way and when this outlawing is all done, we can do whatever we want. We can have our adventure. Just you and me and discovery. -Songbird.'

"You better stop writin', thief. Buckingham and the Sheriff has it in for ya." Robin yelled at the prisoner, who was now tearing up, putting on an accent. He peered into the cell, Alex had her hands shackled to the wall, probably to stop her from picking the lock and there was two bright bruises on both of her cheeks, but she was writing something in a new journal.

"That was the worst accent I have ever heard." Alex said looking up from her work, smiling at her friend.

"It wasn't that bad." Robin smiled, taking off his helmet.

"Ya it was. Are you going to help me now?" she asked. Robin quickly unlocked the cell door and rushed to he side and unlocked her shackles, causing her to slump over into his arms. "I hope you realize that this is probably a trap."

"Of course I do." he laughed back. Alex tried chuckling in response, but she winced in pain and clutched the journal to her side. "What did they do to you?"

"Nothing really yet. I just received a punch or two from the guards, Guyliner, oh and your girlfriend, Marian." She placed the journal in her satchel which Robin took.

"Oh", Robin looked at the ground, unsure how to tell her that everyone thinks of them and her. "Marian refuses to help us because everyone, including her, believes that when you robbed Buckingham half of his valuables, which is why you are here, you robbed it with your lover."

"Ya I know that, but what is it to her that I like Allan and we are hardly lovers."

"Well, everyone thinks that I was with you on that ambush." he responded tentatively.

Alex paused, everything clicking in her mind. "You have got to be kidding me. Ya know, I was arrested because of a false rumor and a jealous girl."

"Well we should hurry and unarrest you." Robin helped her up and she clutched her badly bruised side.

"Is Allan alright?" she asked as they slowly made their way out of the dungeon.

"Completely distraught about you, but otherwise fine."

"Good. And everyone else?"

"Worried."

"They should be." an angry voice responded out of nowhere. Alex and Robin looked up and found the voice of Buckingham. He snarled at them with greed in his eyes. "I knew you couldn't leave your lover here, Hood."

"Now we have both of you." the Sheriff responded. "What a lovely day. Lovely market day." The two responded with a glare. "Put Hood into a cell and take Alex to the torture cell for interrogation."

The two friends look at each other, unsure of what was going to happen next.

"What are we going to do?" Will asked his friends, tying Allan to a tree as he fought his way to consciousness.

"Try to reason with him?" Much suggested.

"He's a man deeply in love. I don't think he is going to listen to love." Djaq replied, preparing a salve for Allan's cut on his head.

"Allan has never done a thoughtful thing in his life. Why are you so sure that he is in love with Alex?" Much questioned, poking at the fire.

"Because he admitted it several times." Djaq said.

"He wasted all his money of jewelry for her." Will added.

"And whenever she looks away, he stares at her." she added.

'Kinda like the two of you.' Much thought to himself. "And do you think Alex loves him?" he asked Djaq.

"Completely. She never blushes, except when he is mentioned. For a person who never hardly ever shows emotions, that is pretty significant."

"Nervous they are." Little John explained.

"They are only irritating. I just pray that they don't get married and have children. I don't need anymore A Dales stealing my food and interrupting my cooking." Much commented.

"Oh the kids might happen before the marriage if I know Allan." Will sniggered, making Much turn pale and everyone else chuckle.

"I hardly doubt a lady of Alex's intelligence and grace will put herself in that position." he replied, shocked at Will''s comment.

"Ah, but Alex is not a lady." Djaq smirked, knowing about Alex's last romance years ago. Much just shook his head and nervously went back to the task of managing the fire.

A few minutes passed until Allan stirred. "Alex." he mumbled, opening his eyes. He looked around, the recent events have not hit hi yet. He glanced at his friends staring at him, unsure of what to do next. He got up to go next to the warm fire, but he noticed he was being bound to the tree. 'Why I am bloody tied-Alex!' he thought. "Let me go." he demanded his friends.

"No." Little John replied.

"John, please! I have to help Alex!" he yelled, trying to get out of his restraints.

"Robin already went to get her." Will replied.

"That should be me though. It was my fault."

"No, it is not. It is mine." Marian said, appearing at the camp on top of her horse. "It is all my fault."

"Lady Marian?" Much asked, standing up confused, "What are you doing here? Where is Robin and Alex? Have you seen them?"

"I am afraid that because of my carelessness, both of them are now arrested and I-I fear the worst. But if you come now, we can save them."

"And how do you suppose we do that?" Will asked.

"We need a distraction and someone to get them out. Allan?" Marian said with Allan nodding gin reply. She then further explained the plan.

The gang entered Nottingham, worried at the vast amount of guards. It was more than usual, but not as many since Hood, Hunter's supposed lover was just captured. Allan was already in position, ready to dash into the dungeon to save his friend, Robin, and Alex, his- well he didn't really know what to call her.

Marian was walking in the market, a basket resting on her hand, examining the jewelry that she passed by. She strolled around, keeping her eye out for the outlaws until she saw them. She gave a nod of acknowledgement that Little John returned and she got into position.

Little John quickly walked by, ripping off his cloak and held Marian with a knife at her throat. The guards shouted to attack, but the remaining outlaws also revealed themselves. Gisbourne ran out from his monitoring position in the dark overlooking corridor and shouted for his guards to just hold their position and to not attack until his word. He ran down, ordering the guards protecting the dungeon entrance to come with him, allowing Allan to easily sneak in.

He swiftly strolled through, only having to avoid and dodge a few guards twice, who were retreating to see what the commotion was above. He saw the jailor making his rounds and knocked him out with one simple hit with the hilt of his sword. The jailor would surely be sacked at this point for being overtaken, twice in one day.

"Allan!" Robin whispered from his cell. Allan quickly went over, grabbing the keys from the jailor, and freed Robin.

"Where's Alex?" he asked in a panic.

Robin looked at the ground. "I tried getting her out, but Buckingham was already waiting. He wants revenge for when you two stole half of his possessions coming here, but I was mistaken as Alex's lover, not you."

"Where is she now?" he asked, worry clouding his clear blue eyes.

"Being interrogated in that room. She was taken only a few minutes before." Robin said pointing at the closed, heavy door where she was being held.

"You go and 'elp everyone out above. I'll get 'er." he said, already about to open the door with his sword in his hand.

"No, we do this together. I made a promise to you and to her." Robin replied. Allan gave a look of gratitude and tossed him his bow that was confiscated and held across from his cell, and together they entered the room.

They entered the room where Buckingham and one of his personal men were with Alex tied to a chair, bruised but seemingly fine.

"Hood." the disgusting noble spat out, "Come to see your lover die." Alex looked up at the two, relief in her eyes.

"I'm afraid her heart is not mine." Robin replied, an arrow strung and ready to be released into Buckingham. Alex opened her eyes wide, hoping that Allan did not notice.

"Let 'er go, or else." Allan replied, hoping to get the opportunity to kill this man.

Buckingham looked at him curiously, and then turned an even darker shade of red. "It was you, not Hood! I swear you will pay!"

"I really doubt that." Allan said, attacking the guard and hitting him. The guard stopped back, surprised at the sudden ambush of aggression and violence. Robin shot Buckingham i the foot, making him howl in pain and scream in anger. He hopped out of the room and the three did not see him again after that. Allan punched the guard several times till he was in the deepest sleep the guard had ever been in.

Allan rushed over to Alex and untied her. Alex tried to find her balance, but ended up stumbling into Allan's arms. Truth be told, she probably directed herself there.

"I'm not bein' funny or anythin', but you really gave all us a scare." Allan said, smiling at her.

"Good, I need you on your toes." she smiled back, slightly wincing. "So how are we getting out of here?"

"Well, I'm a'raid that we 'ave to give away our kingdom's treasures, my Queen." Allan smirked.

The three friends went up, occasionally slowing down to help Alex who had to hold her side in pain, and they reached the entrance to the courtyard from the castle. Marian was still held at knife point and the remainders gang were all being sized up by the guards and Gisbourne. Alex looked around and she could not find Will anywhere.

"I suppose you want a trade then. Marian for Hood and Hunter?" Gisbourne asked Little John.

"No." he replied.

"Then why are you here and holding my fiancé hostage?" he asked, confused.

"Waiting." Little John said, nodding to someone at a higher corridor overlooking the market in the courtyard after seeing his leader and friends. Suddenly bags of money, treasures, and valuables were falling down into the market and everyone went into chaos, desperate to grab something of value. Since no one was at their cart, people were being robbed and it escalated into an ocean of chaos. Gisbourne shouted for his guards to gain control and he rushed over to Marian, who was now free. He looked for the outlaws, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Alex sat alone, say from the fire and her companions, thinking about how close she was to death that day. She was terrified and upset by it. She tried to sit all the way up where she was, but her side hurt to much. Djaq had looked at her injuries and her suspicions about her cracked rib were confirmed. She was forced to swear that she would not be to active until she healed. Alex already looked a lot better now than in the dungeon with blood on her face, but her bruises were a bit bluer now. She was safe and did not suffer any permanent injuries or trauma and that was the most important thing.

Allan sat next to her as the rest of the members went to sleep for their usual ritual. He looked in his hands and held the necklace he had purchased today. After the chaotic events, he snuck back into Nottingham and picked it up when everyone was distracted.

"Hey." Alex said, noticing her companion.

"You alright?" he asked in return, sitting down next to her after stuffing the gift into his pocket.

"I guess. Just freaked out." Alex said. "Ya know, I could have died." she added after a long pause of silence.

"I wouldn't 'ave let that happen."

"I know. I just was terrified down there, all alone."

"Do you need to talk about it?" Allan asked with genuine concern.

"I just was scared of dying and knowing my life was wasted."

"I would 'ardly call it a wasted life. Think of all the good we do here." Allan said, nudging her, making her crack a smile.

"Ya know, I am not a integral part of the team. You could easily manage without me."

"I wouldn't want to."

Alex blushed and looked away. "I just haven't done anything I had aspirations to do. I'm hardly going to fulfill my life living in the forest so far away from home."

"You remember me telling' ya about me brother Tom," Allan said. Alex nodded recalling how the younger A Dale had died an hour before the rescue was planned. "He got a much better death here than he should have gotten. Maybe that is the same case with you, or maybe not."

"'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.'" Alex said to him. Allan looked slightly puzzled. "It's a quote from a very famous novel," she explained, "This man, who is a drunk with no ambition, falls in love with a woman who marries someone else who looks like him, but is opposite in personality. Her husband is arrested for a ridiculous crime and is to be executed, but he helps him escape and takes his place. These are the last words of him and the novel."

"How dramatic." he replied with a laugh.

"Ya, it is a ridiculously dramatic book." she laughed in reply.

They looked at each other, both with their gifts in their reach. They tried to summon the courage to tell and give the other and they did. But, doing it in the dark with such horrific events of the day effecting both of them, they knew it was not the time.