The rescue
*is sitting on his prison cell, dirty and miserable, when the cell door opens, the sliver of light coming through the window illuminating Hayden just enough so that he can see his face*
How did you...
*his voice trails off, as Hayden raises a finger to his lips, and he know better than to ask, following Hayden out to the waiting carriage, where Deacon is bouncing on the seat, held by a very annoyed Little John*
*he has no idea how Hayden found him, how he managed to bribe the guards to look the other way, and it doesn't really matter, the only thing that matters is that he did*
*he looks out the window, as Deacon crawls onto his lap, and he smiles as London fades into the distance, and there'll be time enough to figure out how and when and why later*
*he threads his fingers through Hayden's, not realizing that Hayden has his ring back on, because he never knew Hayden had taken it off, and it feels like home...
... because it is*
How did you...
*his voice trails off, as Hayden raises a finger to his lips, and he know better than to ask, following Hayden out to the waiting carriage, where Deacon is bouncing on the seat, held by a very annoyed Little John*
*he has no idea how Hayden found him, how he managed to bribe the guards to look the other way, and it doesn't really matter, the only thing that matters is that he did*
*he looks out the window, as Deacon crawls onto his lap, and he smiles as London fades into the distance, and there'll be time enough to figure out how and when and why later*
*he threads his fingers through Hayden's, not realizing that Hayden has his ring back on, because he never knew Hayden had taken it off, and it feels like home...
... because it is*