A/N:Hi! Sorry for the last cliffhanger at the end of the last chapter but here's the new one! Hope you'd like it!

Evangeline woke up, gasping for breath and tied in chains, something solid and warm pressed against her back.

"Good," the Doctor said, and she realized it was his back pressed against hers. "You're back."

"I..." Eva muttered, looking around at the dark cell around them. "I was dead."

"Yes, you were," the Doctor confirmed. "And now, you're not. Moving on." He turned to look at Robin. "I saved your life."

"I had the situation well in hand," Robin replied.

"I came back to life," Evangeline stated.

"Long-haired ninny versus robot killer knights, I know where I'd put my money," the Doctor said, ignoring her.

"If you had not betrayed me, I would have been triumphant!" Robin exclaimed.

"I was just dead, and now I came back to life," Evangeline said. "Am I the only one who is bothered by this?"

"You get used to it," the Doctor told her, before turning back to Robin. "You would have been a little puff of smoke and ashes! You'd have been floating around in tiny little laughing bits in people's goblets."

"Balderdash!" Robin said. "Ha!"

"How did I come back to life?" Evangeline asked.

"You just sort of... do that," Clara provided unhelpfully.

"Oh, right, here we go," the Doctor said, undoubtedly rolling his eyes. "It's laughing time!"

"Well, you amuse me, grey old man!" Robin said, resuming his laughter.

"Guard!" the Doctor called. "He's laughing again! You can't keep me locked up with a laughing person."

"Oh, I find that quite funny," Robin said. "Do you know, I feel another laugh coming on.
Ha-ha-ha!"

"Guards, I cannot remain in this cell!" the Doctor called again. "Execute me now!"

"You heard him - execute the old fool!" Robin called.

"No, hang on, execute him!" the Doctor retorted.

"I do not fear death, so execute away!"

"Execute him!"

"I'd like to see if his head keeps laughing when you chop it off!"

"Oh, Robin Hood always laughs in the face of death."

"Yes, rolling around the floor laughing, I'd pay good money to see that!"

"Oh, you two, SHUT UP!" Clara called. "Do either of you," she started slowly, "Understand in any way at all, that there isn't actually a guard out there?"

"How am I alive?" Eva asked.

"I'll explain later," the Doctor said.

"That's what you said last time," she reminded him. "Look how well that turned up."

"I'll really explain this," the Doctor promised.

"Oh, but you won't explain the rest of it? Never mind," she added, feeling that he was going to retort with another unhelpful answer. "The Doctor and Robin Hood locked up in a cellar.
Is this seriously the best you can do? You're determined to starve to death in here, squabbling."

"Well, I'll tell you one thing," Robin muttered. "I'd last a lot longer than this desiccated man-crone."

"Really?" the Doctor asked.

"Really," Robin replied.

"Well, you know what?" the Doctor questioned, not noticing the desperate look Eva was sending Clara behind his back. "I think you'll find I have a certain genetic advantage."

"It is not a competition about who can die slower," Clara said, pulling the chain that connected her to the Doctor.

"It would definitely be me, though, wouldn't it?" he asked, earning himself a smack from Eva.

"There was supposed to be a plan," she said.

"Do either of you have a plan?" Clara asked.

"Yeah, of course I have a plan," the Doctor said.

"I too have a plan," Robin said quickly.

"Okay," Eva said. "Robin, you first."

"Why him?"

"Doctor, shut up," Clara snapped. "Robin, your plan."

"I am..." Robin started, "Biding my time."

Eva couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Thank you, Prince of Thieves," she said sarcastically. "Last of the Time Lords?"

"Yes, I have a plan," the Doctor stated proudly.

"Can you explain your plan without using the words sonic screwdriver?" Clara asked. "Because you might have forgotten that the Sheriff of Nottingham has taken your sonic screwdriver, just saying."

The Doctor said nothing and Eva sighed. "It's always the screwdriver."

"Okay," the Doctor said. "Let's hear Robin's plan first."

"Oh, for God's sake!" Clara exclaimed, sighing as the door opened.

"See?" Robin asked. "There was a guard. There was guard listening the whole time, I knew it."

"The Sheriff himself commanded me to listen," the guard told them. "To find out which of you is the true ringleader."

"Ah, so he can do the interrogating," the Doctor said. "Very wise."

"Excellent," Robin said. "He will get nothing from me!"

"No, no, no," the Doctor said. "He will get nothing from me, because interrogation, that's where I always turn the tables. You see, that's my plan."

"Just hurry up and take me to him," Robin said.

"No, no, chop-chop, come on!" the Doctor called, turning around to see the guard uncuffing Eva and Clara.

"Seriously?" Clara asked.

"Seriously," Eva said with a smile. "Come on."

"I sure hope at least you have a plan," Clara told her.

"I do have a plan," Eva confirmed. "Well... one tenth of a plan. I'm counting on the Doctor to fill in the rest."

"But the Doctor doesn't have a plan, either," Clara noted.

"Oh, haven't you learned already?" Eva said, rolling her eyes. "The Doctor never has a plan."

EMH

"Eat, my Ladies," the Sherriff said, looking at Clara and Eva who sat across from him in front of a table filled with food. "Eat. Let it not be said that the Sheriff of Nottingham is a poor host."

"I had a bag of crisps this morning, thanks," Clara said.

"Your words are strange, fair one," the Sherriff told her.

"What am I, then?" Eva asked.

"A mystery," the Sherriff replied. "The woman who came back to life. Would you care to teach me you secret?"

"Not even if I knew it," she replied.

"I like you," the Sherriff told them. "You are refreshingly... direct."

"You can take the girl out of Blackpool..." Clara muttered.

"Taken from your friend's strange tunic," the Sherriff said, picking up odd objects even Eva didn't know their purpose. "An intriguing gallimaufry. Including... this wand." He raised the sonic screwdriver. "Evidently a thing of awesome power. Tell me..." He leaned towards them. "Are you from beyond the stars?"

"You're the one with the robot army," Eva said, leaning back in her chair. "You tell us."

The Sherriff raised his brows, standing up. "But enough of tawdry matters," he said. "Let us talk of softer sweeter things."

"What?" Clara asked.

"Good, yes, I was hoping we'd get round to that," Eva said, ignoring the brunette.

"You were?" Clara and the Sherriff asked.

"Mmm," Eva nodded. "For I have known I was destined to draw the eye of a great and powerful man for a long time, ever since I saw those mysterious lights in the sky."

"What are you doing?" Clara hissed.

"You saw them too?" the Sherriff asked.

"And those strange mechanical men, with their promises," Eva went on, feigning bemusement.

"I too have experienced this," the Sherriff said.

"Really?" Clara asked, wearing a mask of interest as the Sherriff turned to look at her. "Well, I would never have guessed."

"Tell me your story," Eva asked, putting a hand on his knee.

"Tell me yours," the Sherriff retorted.

"Oh, no, no, no, no," Clara said. "But you have to go first."

"Why so?" the Sherriff questioned.

"Because great men always precede," Eva replied, moving her hand to his thigh.

"You have a point," the Sherriff said with a small smile.

"Your story, then?" she asked again.

"Once upon a time, there was a brave and clever and handsome man..." the Sherriff started.

"I can almost picture him," Eva told him, looking into his eyes and trying not to gag. "I don't even have to close my eyes."

"Unappreciated by his royal master!" the Sherriff went on, standing up.

"Prince John?" Clara asked, following his lead with Eva not far behind.

"The very same," the Sherriff replied.

"Then, came the lights in the sky," Eva told him. "And everything changed."

"The sky ship came to Earth in a fury of fire!"

"I'd almost call it a crash," Eva said.

"I remember it well," Clara added.

There was a distant look in the Sherriff's eyes. "A craft from the heavenly spheres, bedight with twinkling lights and miracles beyond imagining! The most beautiful thing the brave and handsome man had ever seen."

"And I suppose the mechanical men saw you as their natural leader?" Eva asked, looking at Clara from the corner of her eye.

"It was I and I alone to whom the mechanical men then imparted their secrets," the Sherriff replied. "Shortly, I shall be the most powerful man in the realm. King in all but name, for Nottingham is not enough."

Clara looked back at Eva, distress in her eyes. "It isn't?" she asked weakly.

"After this... Derby!"

"Right," Clara let out a small breath.

"Then... Lincoln," the Sherriff went on. "And after Lincoln..."

"Worksop?" Clara asked hopefully before jumping in fear as the Sherriff slammed his dagger into the table.

"The world!" he exclaimed, causing Clara to hold on tight to Eva's hand.

Evangeline nodded at her, letting go of her hand and nearing the Sherriff.

"So what are you hanging around here for, then, Your Majesty?" she asked. "Why are you bothering to squeeze the pips out of the peasants if you've got a sky ship on stand-by?"

"Enough questions," the Sherriff said. "I'm impatient to hear your story."

"Oh, but we do not have one," Eva told him. "I was lying."

"Lying?" the Sherriff asked.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "People are so much better at sharing information if they think the other person has already got it."

"Oh, that's very clever," the Sherriff said, looking between the two of them.

"Thank you," Eva smiled, going back to stand next to Clara.

"You'll do very well," he went on.

"For what?" Clara asked.

The Sherriff neared them, and Eva pushed her behind as the Sherriff leaned in, almost kissing her. "Doesn't every king require a consort?" he asked.

"Right," she said, avoiding him and stepping aside, making sure she remained as a barrier between the Sherriff and Clara. "You do that again and you'll regret that!"

The Sherriff's expression turned into one of fury, and he stepped forwards, grabbing the two women and pulling them away.

"Where are you taking us?" Clara asked.

"To the Doctor, very conveniently," Eva said.

"Was this a part of your plan?" Clara asked.

"Can you honestly tell me you wouldn't have done the same if I weren't here?" Eva asked, not waiting for an answer as she allowed the Sherriff to take them away.

EMH

"Surrender, outlaw!" the Sherriff called as he walked into the spaceship, Clara and Eva dragged alongside him.

"Very good," the Doctor said.

"Oh, shut up," Eva told him.

"Kill him," the Sherriff ordered. "Kill Robin Hood!"

"You can drop all that stuff now, Sheriff," the Doctor said.

"Doctor?" Clara asked.

"He is not what you think he is, this is all play-acting," the Doctor explained.

"No, it isn't, you idiot!" Eva called.

"We can't just let them kill him!" Clara exclaimed, running to help Robin just as Eva knew would happen.

"You're not fooling anyone, Sheriff," the Doctor went on, turning around just in time to see Robin hold Clara and fall through a hole one of the robots blasted in the hole. "No! Clara!"

They looked out of the hole just in time to see something sinking into the moat, not rising back up.

"Yeah, sorry about the girl, such a pretty thing," the Sherriff said. "What a queen she would've made. Luckily, I have a spare."

"Stay away from her," the Doctor said, standing between the Sherriff and Eva. "And stop pretending. You and your fancy robots. I get it, I understand."

"Oh," the Sherriff said. "So you, too, know my plans?"

"You and your robots plundering the surrounding countryside for all it's worth Gold," the Doctor snarled before clicking his fingers as understanding came to him. "Gold! Of course! Gold! You are creating a matrix of gold to repair the engine circuitry!"

"This is the scheme the Mechanicals have devised," the Sherriff confirmed. "Soon this sky ship will depart. Destination... London. There I will obliterate the King and take my rightful place as ruler of this sceptered isle!"

"It won't work," Eva said. "There's not a chance."

"She's right," the Doctor said. "I've seen the instruments. There's been too much damage. You are stoking up a gigantic bomb!"

The Sherriff put a finger to his lips and marked the Doctor to look to his right. As soon as he did, one of the robots hit him unconscious and he fell down.

"I honestly don't know if I'd rather stay with him or you," Eva said. "And, yes, you should be offended."

"Worry not, my dear Queen," the Sherriff said, pulling her away. "Soon, we shall rule together."

EMH

"Mine!" the Sherriff said, marking a dot on the map of England. "Mine," he declared, marking another one. "Mine."

"Are you just going to keep doing this?" Eva asked, rolling her eyes from where she sat, her arms crossed. "There are plenty of cities in the world, you know."

"Engine capacity at 75%," a robotic voice declared as a beeping sound was heard.

The Sherriff moved the map aside, revealing a footage of the Doctor and the other prisoners fighting the robots. "Who will rid me of this turbulent Doctor?" he asked, turning around and punching one of the robots.

"He'll win," was all Eva told him. "I may hate him right now, but he'll win, and you'll lose."

"We'll see about that," the Sherriff said, pulling her to her feet and pulling her away. "Come," he ordered the robots, who obediently followed.

"Everyone, quickly, get out!" she heard the Doctor's voice call as they neared the room where he was held captive. "Quickly!"

"You've saved us all, clever one," a girl Eva knew to be Marian said, going on her tiptoes and kissing the Doctor's cheek. "Thank you."

"Engine capacity at 82%."

"You are indeed an ingenious fellow, Doctor," the Sherriff said. "But do you really think your peasants' revolt can stop me?"

"I rather think you're the revolting one around here," the Doctor retorted.

"Banter!" Eva said in a singsong voice, causing one of the robots to hold her back.

"Banter," the Doctor repeated, looking at the robot's hand. "I'm bantering. Listen to me!" He looked at the Sherriff. "You don't have enough gold content to seal the engine breach. If you try and take off, you'll wipe out half of England."

"Liar!" the Sherriff called. "From my sky vessel, my Queen and I shall rule omnipotent."

"You pudding-headed primitive, shut down the engines," the Doctor told him. "What you're doing will alter the course of history."

"I sincerely hope so," the Sherriff said. "Or I wouldn't be bothering."

"Listen to me!" the Doctor pleaded. "It doesn't have to end like this. Shut it all down, return Clara and Eva to me and I'll do what I can."

The Sherriff turned to look at him. "I don't have Clara," he said.

"Robin's one of yours!" the Doctor called.

"Here we go again," Eva muttered.

"What did you say?" the Sherriff asked.

"He's one of your tin-headed puppets," the Doctor said. "Just like these brutes here."

"Robin Hood is not one of mine," the Sherriff said.

"Of course he is," the Doctor replied. "He's a robot, created by your mechanical mates."

"Why would they do that?"

"To pacify the locals, give them false hope," the Doctor explained. "He's the opiate of the masses."

"Would you listen to yourself?" Eva called out. "Why would they create an enemy to fight us? What sense would that make? That would be a terrible idea."

"Yes!" the Doctor said, still not quite getting her point. "Yes, it would! Wouldn't it?" He frowned, looking away from Eva and back at the Sherriff. "Yes, that would be a rubbish idea. Why would you do that? But he can't be... He's not real. He's a legend!"

"Too kind!" Robin called out, appearing at the upper floor. "And this legend does not come alone!"

"Hiya!" Clara said, appearing behind him.

The two sat on the railings and Robin took out his knife, sticking it into the flag and sliding down along with Clara.

"You all right?" he asked her.

"Hell, yeah," Clara replied.

"Good!" Robin said, turning his eyes to Eva. "You?"

Eva looked at her hand, still grasped tightly by the robot's hand. "Had my better days," she shrugged.

"Fair enough," Robin nodded before turning to the Sherriff. "My men have taken the castle. Now I'm going to take you."

The free robot started heading towards him and Robin took out his sword, ready to fight when the Sherriff called out.

"No!" he said, pressing a button and shutting both robots down, unknowingly allowing Eva to get her hand free. "This one's all mine! What do you say, outlaw? A final reckoning?"

"Oh, yes," Robin replied, moving forward to fight him.

"Are you okay?" the Doctor asked, rushing towards Eva.

"Not thanks to you," she huffed.

"Clara?" he asked.

"Fine, yeah," she replied.

"Good," the Doctor said. "We don't have long."

The castle started to shake and Clara looked up.

"Doctor," she said.

"I know," the Doctor said. "The whole castle's about to blow."

"You have long been a thorn in my side," the Sherriff told Robin as they fought.

"Well, everyone should have a hobby," Robin said. "Mine's annoying you."

"I'll have you boiled in oil at the castle by sunset," the Sherriff threatened.

"Can we make it a little earlier?" Robin asked, cutting one of the ropes and using its momentum to get onto the upper railing. "Cause that's a little past my bedtime!"

"I'm too much for you, outlaw!" the Sherriff told him, doing the same. "The first of a new breed. Half man, half engine! Never ageing. Never tiring –"

"Are you still talking?" Robin asked, distracted just long enough for the Sherriff to cut into his arm, his sword falling on the ground in front of them.

"Bow down before your new king, you prince of knaves!" the Sherriff said, raising his blade for a final blow.

"You know what to do, Robin," Eva muttered.

Robin looked down at her, and smiled. He bowed before the Sherriff only to step aside when the latter neared him, pushing him off the railing and into the giant cauldron filled with melted gold.

"Sorry," Robin said as he came back down. "Was that, er... Was that showing off?"

"That was amazing!" Clara said.

"Incredible," Eva added. "And we will definitely talk about it later, but now we need to get outside."

"It's never going to make it," the Doctor said when they stood outside, watching the spaceship try to fly. "Not enough gold. It'll never make it into orbit. Where is it?" he suddenly asked. "Where did it go?"

"Where did what go?" Clara asked.

"The golden arrow!" the Doctor called.

"Tuck!" Robin called, and Tuck arrived, handing the arrow to the Doctor, along with a bow.

"You took it?" the Doctor asked.

"Of course we did," Tuck replied. "We're robbers."

"I love you boys!"

"Doctor, what are you suggesting?" Clara asked.

"Golden arrow," the Doctor replied. "It might just be enough gold content to get the ship into orbit and out of harm's way."

He made a move to hand the bow and arrow to Robin, who shook his head. "It has to be you," he said. "My arm is injured."

The Doctor started taking an aim at the target, only for the arrow to slip away from him.

"You're good at this!" Clara exclaimed. "I saw you! You won the tournament!"

"I cheated," the Doctor admitted, and Eva took the bow and arrow off his hands.

"He made a special arrow with a homing device," she said, making her aim. "Luckily, I knew this was going to happen." She winked at Robin. "You didn't think I asked for bow and arrow lessons just because you're good looking, did you?"

Evangeline let the arrow fly and watched as it hit its target, allowing the spaceship to fly away and out of danger. Everybody cheered, and laughed. Will Scarlet even went as far as lifting Eva into a hug, spinning her around in the air.

"Not a damsel in distress," she said when he put her down. "Got it, Doctor?"

All the Doctor did was frown in respond.

A/N:Search me on - Mayalr96