Fic - BolloHood
Title: BolloHood
Words: 463
Spoilers: For 3x12. But I'm sure y'all know about it by now.
Disclaimer: Do not own. Do not own Robin Hood, Mighty Boosh, or a certain superbly awesome incarnation of Death. Just own a brain and a laptop.
Notes: Hello community! Can't wait to catch up on all the fics etc on here, but in the meantime, here's a litte something I came up with last night. It was inspired by a song from the Mighty Boosh episode 'Bollo' which came on when I was listening to music in the kitchen, where Bollo's about to die but then the grim reaper takes someone else by mistake, and Bollo sits up 'suddenly feel[ing] much better!'. You can probably see where I'm going with this...This also gives a small explanation of what happened to Much's s1 jumper (although I do have another fic in the pipeline for that), and obviously, I fiddled with Allan's death a little bit to make this work.
Much’s breathing was frantic as his eyes and hands roamed Allan’s body, trying to find something, anything, he could do to help.
His friend was dying. Having been pierced by multiple arrows, he’d managed to stagger to the castle gates, where he collapsed. They’d carried him inside, but there was nothing that could be done. Tuck and Kate had disappeared to help Archer with the fight, and after awkwardly hovering for a moment, Guy had joined them.
Allan spent his final minutes with his family.
“Lad…” said John, blinking back tears as he looked down at the young man.
His bright blue eyes smiled back at him. “John… don’t worry about it.”
“Family.” Whispered John, taking Allan’s hand.
“Family.” He whispered back, with a squeeze.
John backed off, allowing Robin to come forward and place his hand on the trickster’s shoulder.
“You’re a good man, Allan A Dale. I’m sorry we forgot that.”
Allan nodded, and turned his gaze to Much, still at his side and looking desperately upset that he couldn’t do anything.
“Much..” He said. “I have to tell you something.”
Much blinked, a little surprised. “You do?”
“I should’ve said before… but it never….” He took a deep breath as Robin and John looked at each other, wondering what was coming.
“What is it?” Much whispered.
“I… it was me who lost that stupid jumper of yours. I wrecked it but I swear it was an accident, and I didn’t know what to do so I hid it. I’m sorry mate, that’s been hanging over me for ages.”
He smirked a little, and Much laughed with relief at the mundanity of Allan’s confession. “It’s fine. Doesn’t matter, not now.”
Allan lifted a hand to his friend’s cheek, serious once more. “…..thank you, my friend.”
Much sniffed, choking back tears. He raised his hand to cup Allan’s. “And thank you. You….. thank you.”
Allan’s fingers grazed Much’s beard as his arm went limp and his head fell back. His eyes fluttered closed…
…as elsewhere in the castle, Kate hurried through an empty stone corridor. She stumbled, clutching at her chest. Looking up, all she saw was a tall figure dressed in black, before… darkness.
A much better decision, I think
Allan sat up, suddenly and miraculously recovered. “Woah. That feels a lot better.”
The others looked at each other, astounded. “What… how…?”
Allan shrugged, as baffled as they were, but patting himself down he felt no pain, no otherworldly chill. He was fine.
Robin and John burst into happy and relieved laughter and hugged each other, as Much threw his arms around Allan. He pulled back to look at his face, pointing a finger at him. “You’re really ok?”
“I’m really ok.”
“Good.” Much nodded. “Now, what happened to my jumper?”
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