Denial, Chapter 12; Tears and Rain
Title: Denial, Chapter 12; Tears and Rain
Author: darkentwisted
Characters/Pairings: Robin/Much, Little John
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst, Hint of slash.
Words: 647
Disclaimer: BBC & TA own; we just want to play in their universe
Notes: This continues the 'Round-Robin' fic 'Denial' and is set just post 2x09, "Lardner's Ring".
Betaed by the incredible robinfanatic and wastingyourgum.
Summary: Robin gets a late night visitor.
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Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11
Denial, Chapter12; Tears and Rain
by
darkentwisted
The camp matched his mood, dark, empty and lonely. Remnants of Marian were all around him. The others, sensing the coming storm, gave the outlaw leader his space. He let out a roar as he kicked the fire sending sparks and cinders everywhere. He cried for the first time since the war, since he almost lost her to death a year earlier. “Why?” he called out to the darkened sky as the rain fell. He dropped to his knees as the torrent soaked him completely in moments. “Marian!” He sobbed deeply as the heavy drops hit his face. “Much!” He looked around the empty camp like a lost child seeking its mother. “Why did you leave me?"
“Cos, we had to, Master.”
Robin spun at the voice. He stood there same as always, kind smile, and pouting lips like a Saracen bow; that funny sideways turn of the head. “Much!” Robin ran to embrace his friend. The servant chuckled softly as his former master embraced him like a favourite toy. Robin sobbed into his friend’s shoulder. "She’s gone, Much, back to the castle… back to him."
“I know, Master,”the former outlaw said forlornly as he patted his friend’s back.
“But you returned. I knew you would come back.”
“I could never leave you, Robin.” Much took his friend at arms length and touched his forehead to Robin’s, foccusing light blue eyes on his master's green ones. “I will never leave you.”
Robin noticed that Much’s clothing was dry. Torrents of rain surrounded them and not a drop was on him. “This is a dream, isn’t it?”
Much smiled sadly and nodded, “At least it’s not a nightmare, Master.”
Robin started crying again. “I miss you, Much. Why does everybody I love leave me?”
The outlaw covered his former master's mouth with his own, kissing him deeply. Much broke the kiss and gazed into Robin’s eyes. “Master, when will you ever understand? We never leave you, you just push us away.”
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Strong gentle hands lifted him and he woke up. The familiar smell of the musty leather greeted Robin as he stirred. “SHHHH! There, there, you were dreaming, crying in your sleep. It’s raining and we are all going to the cave to wait out the storm. I didn’t want to wake you, so I decided to carry you, if that was all right?”
The former earl looked up at the giant outlaw carrying him and nodded. “I am awake now, John. You can put me down.”
Little John did as told but was surprised when Robin turned and wrapped his arms around him. He comforted his friend as they sat back down on one of the drenched bunks. “It’s all right, let it out,” the giant sighed. “Tears, rain, no one else in the camp will know which is which and I am here to make sure of it. Let it out, then we will go to the cave.”
"He's gone, John. Marian, too." The archer clung to the giant as his tears fell. "I have no one to care for me anymore."
John held the outlaw leader tight, "No Robin, that is not true. You still have us."
Robin cried that night more than any night of his life as Little John held him. The thunder drowned his sobs and the rain hid his tears.
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