Fic: Survivor
Title: Survivor
Rating: G
Summary: A small DeNile fix of Season 3 Episode 12.
Warnings: Spoilers for 3x12.
A/N: Had to fix what went on in 3x12 before I went mad.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, wish I did.
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‘Okay, so maybe running directly onto the road towards Nottingham was a bad idea’ Allan thought to himself.
A pain in his arm caused him to stumble momentarily, as if in answer to his hurried thought. Gritting his teeth he pulled the arrow from his arm and threw it away in annoyance. He needed to get off the road, the sound of hooves thundered in his ears, Vaizey and his men would be upon him soon and he knew if he stayed on his current course they’d fill him full of arrows. A sharp pain in his leg assured him of that and he stumbled again, this time fingers grasping round the arrow in his leg and once more pulling it away.
It was now or never, he knew the forest better than Vaizey and his men and after a few more steps threw himself to the left, an arrow slicing the air past his shoulder. He didn’t have a chance to think of the consequences had he not gotten off the road, as two more arrows followed suite even as he was rolling through the undergrowth. His arm and leg protested painfully as he allowed himself to tumble over the edge of the bank. It was a long drop and he knew there was a chance he could break his neck, but he preferred a slim chance of survival than being murdered by Vaizey.
His body was wracked with pain as he fell blindly, knocking into trees, clumps of gorse, nettles, mud and leaves flying in a trail behind him before he came to a sudden stop. He lay dizzy and confused, the pain in his body overwhelming him and causing black spots to appear behind his eyes as he took in some deep breaths. He couldn’t pass out now, needed to keep moving, needed to get to Nottingham. There was no way Vaizey could follow him directly down the steep embankment he’d hurled himself down, but it would take precious time to traverse the incline again and get to the town.
Pushing himself to his knees Allan grunted in pain, his arm shaking as he forced himself to use it. He could look after his wounds later, right now he needed to get to the others. Even if he arrived too late to warn them, he could at least take part in the fight. As he stood, his legs threatening to give way beneath him and his head pounding he glanced warily around.
He could hear distant shouting and movement up above but Vaizey hadn’t sent anyone down after him, probably thought he was a lost cause. Staggering forward Allan took to the lower trail, mind whirring as to how to get into Nottingham around the vast army Vaizey seemed to have blazing through the forest. His body wanted to stop, he stumbled and every movement made him curse under his breath and tried to weaken his reserve but he kept on, it would take time but he’d keep going.
He needed to get to Nottingham, needed to be with the gang, if only to prove himself once and for all to them. To show them he wasn’t a traitor. He also wanted an explanation from Guy. Why the hell had he said Vaizey was dead, when here he was in flesh and blood? What kind of trick was Guy playing at?
For a moment there in the forest when he’d peered through the brush and undergrowth, he’d wondered if the very devil had appeared to walk the earth.
If Vaizey was alive, something more sinister was at play, more so than any trick Guy was playing, or any ploy Isabella was trying her hand at.
With that in mind he kept on, though at a slower pace than before, towards Nottingham. Something inside told him that hell was about to break loose and though he should turn and run, get away, leave this life behind and start a new one elsewhere, he was part of it now and he’d made a choice. They were in it together, and whether it all ended today or not, he’d fight by their sides whether they suspected his loyalties or not.
Because a long time ago they’d all made a choice.
They were Robin Hood.
Rating: G
Summary: A small DeNile fix of Season 3 Episode 12.
Warnings: Spoilers for 3x12.
A/N: Had to fix what went on in 3x12 before I went mad.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, wish I did.
~
‘Okay, so maybe running directly onto the road towards Nottingham was a bad idea’ Allan thought to himself.
A pain in his arm caused him to stumble momentarily, as if in answer to his hurried thought. Gritting his teeth he pulled the arrow from his arm and threw it away in annoyance. He needed to get off the road, the sound of hooves thundered in his ears, Vaizey and his men would be upon him soon and he knew if he stayed on his current course they’d fill him full of arrows. A sharp pain in his leg assured him of that and he stumbled again, this time fingers grasping round the arrow in his leg and once more pulling it away.
It was now or never, he knew the forest better than Vaizey and his men and after a few more steps threw himself to the left, an arrow slicing the air past his shoulder. He didn’t have a chance to think of the consequences had he not gotten off the road, as two more arrows followed suite even as he was rolling through the undergrowth. His arm and leg protested painfully as he allowed himself to tumble over the edge of the bank. It was a long drop and he knew there was a chance he could break his neck, but he preferred a slim chance of survival than being murdered by Vaizey.
His body was wracked with pain as he fell blindly, knocking into trees, clumps of gorse, nettles, mud and leaves flying in a trail behind him before he came to a sudden stop. He lay dizzy and confused, the pain in his body overwhelming him and causing black spots to appear behind his eyes as he took in some deep breaths. He couldn’t pass out now, needed to keep moving, needed to get to Nottingham. There was no way Vaizey could follow him directly down the steep embankment he’d hurled himself down, but it would take precious time to traverse the incline again and get to the town.
Pushing himself to his knees Allan grunted in pain, his arm shaking as he forced himself to use it. He could look after his wounds later, right now he needed to get to the others. Even if he arrived too late to warn them, he could at least take part in the fight. As he stood, his legs threatening to give way beneath him and his head pounding he glanced warily around.
He could hear distant shouting and movement up above but Vaizey hadn’t sent anyone down after him, probably thought he was a lost cause. Staggering forward Allan took to the lower trail, mind whirring as to how to get into Nottingham around the vast army Vaizey seemed to have blazing through the forest. His body wanted to stop, he stumbled and every movement made him curse under his breath and tried to weaken his reserve but he kept on, it would take time but he’d keep going.
He needed to get to Nottingham, needed to be with the gang, if only to prove himself once and for all to them. To show them he wasn’t a traitor. He also wanted an explanation from Guy. Why the hell had he said Vaizey was dead, when here he was in flesh and blood? What kind of trick was Guy playing at?
For a moment there in the forest when he’d peered through the brush and undergrowth, he’d wondered if the very devil had appeared to walk the earth.
If Vaizey was alive, something more sinister was at play, more so than any trick Guy was playing, or any ploy Isabella was trying her hand at.
With that in mind he kept on, though at a slower pace than before, towards Nottingham. Something inside told him that hell was about to break loose and though he should turn and run, get away, leave this life behind and start a new one elsewhere, he was part of it now and he’d made a choice. They were in it together, and whether it all ended today or not, he’d fight by their sides whether they suspected his loyalties or not.
Because a long time ago they’d all made a choice.
They were Robin Hood.