Intercomm fic: Eye Line
Title: Eye Line,
Author: Channiegurl
Word Count: 366
Rating:PG
Characters/Pairings: Much
Spoilers/Warnings: season 3, mentions of character death
Summary: Part of three fics written to show three points of veiw after the end of (a slightly AU) season 3.
Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood.
Much thinks he’s never seen anyone sit so still in all his life. He watches Guy from across the camp, a solid, unmoving, silhouette. Much doesn’t mind. It gives him a still point to focus on. He feels dizzy without it. It’s the same as focussing on the horizon while at sea.
Guy hasn’t moved since arriving back at the camp. He carried Allan all the way, refusing help, placed him on the bed and had remained sat beside him since. Much tried to see to Guy’s own wounds but he got shrugged off and told to concentrate on Allan instead. True, Allan’s wounds were far worse, but Much had the impression that Guy was hiding how badly he was in pain himself. Something was off in the way he was holding himself, in the way he sat.
Much offered Guy food, which for the most part he refused. Guy only ate when he absolutely had to.
Guy changed Allan’s bandages, gave him water, placed cool clothes to his forehead when his fever was bad.
But apart from that, he didn’t move. He slept sitting up.
He’d stirred, slightly, when they’d him that they were burying Robin. A slight tensing of muscles. And Much thought that Guy was going to get up, to watch or to help. But no. Guy remained by Allan’s side in the otherwise empty camp, as everyone else went to sight where they made the grave.
Much hadn’t stayed long. He had been unable to watch them place his master inside that hole and put dirt on top of him. He didn’t want that to be what he remembered about Robin. Of course, he still did think of it, in nightmares and moments of desperate loneliness and grief.
There was no reason for Much to stay now. He couldn’t begin to think of helping other people when he hadn’t even been able to help his master. He was prepared to leave, had even gathered his things together, just like he had once before, but this time it had been the sight of Guy, immobile and calm, had made him stop.
He needed that eye line, to keep a grip on the world.