Not What it Seems - Epilogue
Title: Not What it Seems
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: All of season 2, especially episodes 12 and 13
Summary: My take on how series 3 should go. What happens to the gang after their time in the Holy Land?
Pairings: R/M with a little W/D
Previous Chapters:
Prologue and Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Contrary to what any of them would have believed, the death of Guy of Gisborne did not bring any member of the gang joy. The walk back to camp was done in painful silence, and once they reached their home in the woods, the only words spoken were in low whispers as Djaq administered to the various wounds of the outlaws.
Robin watched in agony at the guarded look in Marian’s eyes, he ached to explain his actions to her, but feared that pushing too soon would, instead of gaining her understanding, push her further away. So he waited. Robin watched as Marian assisted Djaq in stitching up his gang, ignoring his own wounds as his eyes sought out Marian time and time again. When everyone else was stitched up and bandaged, Marian finally came to Robin’s side. She cleaned and stitched his wounds in silence, and Robin watched her, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
“Can we talk?” She asked softly, her task complete. Robin nodded and followed Marian silently as she led him through the woods. Robin instantly knew their path and soon enough the oak where he proposed loomed up out of the darkness.
Marian moved closer to the tree while Robin stayed back at a distance. They stood silently for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts, trying to form the correct words.
“I do not condone killing.” Marian finally whispered, turning to look at Robin. Robin opened his mouth to begin to explain when Marian stepped forward and put a finger to his lips to silence him. “Today was not just about saving that family. There was too much hate in the air for it to be only that. Before we got to Nottingham I knew that if you and Gisborne met in the field of battle, then the only way it would end would be if one, or both of you died. We’re fighters, all three of us, we all understood that we could die at any time. Guy joined the battle today to kill you, he would not have let you survive unless you killed him first.”
Marian took a deep breath. Robin watched the different emotions pass quickly over her face.
Robin took one of Marian’s hands in his lifting it to his lips to kiss reverently, understanding the forgiveness in her words, before kneeling before her.
“Remember the last time we stood in this place together? The plan we made?” He asked.
“Yes.” Marian said softly. “It didn’t turn out the way we wanted did it?”
“Just a little out of order.” Robin answered with a grin. “I have a new plan.” He continued, his grin widening. “When this is over, and the king is home, I want to get married again, I want you to have the wedding you deserve, one in a church, instead of a battlefield. A wedding full of joy, not despair.”
“You do not accept our first wedding?”
“Nothing can replace our vows my love. I only wish to have you so deeply wed to me that you will never be able to escape.” Robin said sweetly, returning to his feet and lowering his head to kiss her deeply, loving the feel of her tongue against his, the promise evident in her kiss.
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The outlaws sat around the fire comparing notes from the day when Robin and Marian returned to camp. Silence fell quickly amongst the group, until they noticed the interlinked hands of their leader and his wife. As one the outlaws roared in welcome, celebrating their victories of the day and planning their next scheme to catch an unwary nobleman.
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As the outlaws celebrated in the forest, another person was reminiscing over the day’s events. A lone candle was lit in the large chamber, its light not touching the silent figure in a nearby chair. The castle was eerily silent, so different from earlier when its walls were filled with the sounds of battle from outside.
Guy of Gisborne’s body lay atop a stone slab, the light of the candle flickering over his cold features.
“Idiot.” A voice said from the dark. “To go up against Hood alone, after you murdered his true love? You deserve to be dead for that stupid action!” The sheriff yelled, slamming his fist on the arm of the chair, where he had been sitting silently, staring at the body of his lost lieutenant.
Gasping at his words, he turned to look to Gisborne’s face.
“You were like a son. Not a good or bright one, but close enough. You did refuse the leper’s offer. You chose me instead of her, but she brought your demise anyway. Not with her own hand of course.” He continued conversationally, as if talking to a deceased man was an everyday occurrence. “But she still did it, her and Hood.”
The sheriff moved slowly around the room, looking at Gisborne’s body then up to the ceiling.
“I’ll get you for this Hood.” He said in a low voice. Blowing out the lone candle, and with a last glance at the lonely body, he swept out of the room.
Author’s Note: Well this is the end. I hope it’s been a fun ride, and that it helped you guys get through the tragedy that was the series finale like it did me. I for one will be clinging to this idea until it is no longer feasible.
I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews. I won’t name specifics, just to avoid missing anyone, but I wanted to thank those of you who have been supporting me from the beginning and those of you who have just joined us! Your words have meant the world to me and kept the story going strong, so I thank you.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: All of season 2, especially episodes 12 and 13
Summary: My take on how series 3 should go. What happens to the gang after their time in the Holy Land?
Pairings: R/M with a little W/D
Previous Chapters:
Prologue and Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Contrary to what any of them would have believed, the death of Guy of Gisborne did not bring any member of the gang joy. The walk back to camp was done in painful silence, and once they reached their home in the woods, the only words spoken were in low whispers as Djaq administered to the various wounds of the outlaws.
Robin watched in agony at the guarded look in Marian’s eyes, he ached to explain his actions to her, but feared that pushing too soon would, instead of gaining her understanding, push her further away. So he waited. Robin watched as Marian assisted Djaq in stitching up his gang, ignoring his own wounds as his eyes sought out Marian time and time again. When everyone else was stitched up and bandaged, Marian finally came to Robin’s side. She cleaned and stitched his wounds in silence, and Robin watched her, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
“Can we talk?” She asked softly, her task complete. Robin nodded and followed Marian silently as she led him through the woods. Robin instantly knew their path and soon enough the oak where he proposed loomed up out of the darkness.
Marian moved closer to the tree while Robin stayed back at a distance. They stood silently for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts, trying to form the correct words.
“I do not condone killing.” Marian finally whispered, turning to look at Robin. Robin opened his mouth to begin to explain when Marian stepped forward and put a finger to his lips to silence him. “Today was not just about saving that family. There was too much hate in the air for it to be only that. Before we got to Nottingham I knew that if you and Gisborne met in the field of battle, then the only way it would end would be if one, or both of you died. We’re fighters, all three of us, we all understood that we could die at any time. Guy joined the battle today to kill you, he would not have let you survive unless you killed him first.”
Marian took a deep breath. Robin watched the different emotions pass quickly over her face.
Robin took one of Marian’s hands in his lifting it to his lips to kiss reverently, understanding the forgiveness in her words, before kneeling before her.
“Remember the last time we stood in this place together? The plan we made?” He asked.
“Yes.” Marian said softly. “It didn’t turn out the way we wanted did it?”
“Just a little out of order.” Robin answered with a grin. “I have a new plan.” He continued, his grin widening. “When this is over, and the king is home, I want to get married again, I want you to have the wedding you deserve, one in a church, instead of a battlefield. A wedding full of joy, not despair.”
“You do not accept our first wedding?”
“Nothing can replace our vows my love. I only wish to have you so deeply wed to me that you will never be able to escape.” Robin said sweetly, returning to his feet and lowering his head to kiss her deeply, loving the feel of her tongue against his, the promise evident in her kiss.
**********************************************************************
The outlaws sat around the fire comparing notes from the day when Robin and Marian returned to camp. Silence fell quickly amongst the group, until they noticed the interlinked hands of their leader and his wife. As one the outlaws roared in welcome, celebrating their victories of the day and planning their next scheme to catch an unwary nobleman.
***********************************************************************
As the outlaws celebrated in the forest, another person was reminiscing over the day’s events. A lone candle was lit in the large chamber, its light not touching the silent figure in a nearby chair. The castle was eerily silent, so different from earlier when its walls were filled with the sounds of battle from outside.
Guy of Gisborne’s body lay atop a stone slab, the light of the candle flickering over his cold features.
“Idiot.” A voice said from the dark. “To go up against Hood alone, after you murdered his true love? You deserve to be dead for that stupid action!” The sheriff yelled, slamming his fist on the arm of the chair, where he had been sitting silently, staring at the body of his lost lieutenant.
Gasping at his words, he turned to look to Gisborne’s face.
“You were like a son. Not a good or bright one, but close enough. You did refuse the leper’s offer. You chose me instead of her, but she brought your demise anyway. Not with her own hand of course.” He continued conversationally, as if talking to a deceased man was an everyday occurrence. “But she still did it, her and Hood.”
The sheriff moved slowly around the room, looking at Gisborne’s body then up to the ceiling.
“I’ll get you for this Hood.” He said in a low voice. Blowing out the lone candle, and with a last glance at the lonely body, he swept out of the room.
Author’s Note: Well this is the end. I hope it’s been a fun ride, and that it helped you guys get through the tragedy that was the series finale like it did me. I for one will be clinging to this idea until it is no longer feasible.
I just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews. I won’t name specifics, just to avoid missing anyone, but I wanted to thank those of you who have been supporting me from the beginning and those of you who have just joined us! Your words have meant the world to me and kept the story going strong, so I thank you.