Intercomm fic: A Beary Special Treat
Title: A Beary Special Treat
Author: railise
Word Count: 413
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Little John, the baker, some guards
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Set sometime pre-2x01.
Summary: Little John comes to the rescue.
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for treatljohnright in rh_intercomm.
Part 10 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
John had barely managed to avoid a group of castle guards patrolling the streets of Nottingham Town. The baker's messages were funny, but he really just wanted life back to normal. Or, relatively normal. Eluding a few uniformed men, delivering goods to the poor, getting back to the forest... was it really too much to ask for in life?
Apparently, it was.
As he turned a corner, he saw two things at once: a tall, aproned man with peppered brown hair, hanging a bread sign; and a different group of soldiers also turning into the street. He barely had time to glance at the floury words, "THE SHERYFF IS A TOTTERING BLADDER", before the guards were yelling, the man was jumping, and the entire bunch of them were running toward Little John.
Since this was clearly the baker, and he would without a doubt be strung up if they caught him, John sighed in resignation and readied his staff. The baker cleared him, and John sprang into action. Half his staff across the midsection of the first guard, the opposite end to the jaw of the second, the initial end to the sternum of the third, and the whole thing to the head of the last man, and they were all down. Turning to the baker, standing in awe behind him, John ordered, "Run!"
They dashed out of the town, and were soon safely within the woods.
"Thank you," the baker said, catching his breath.
John nodded, also panting a bit. "So, you're the one behind the bread signs."
"I am," the baker said with a proud grin. Holding out a hand, he introduced himself. "Simon."
John shook his hand. "Little John."
Simon's eyebrows went up. "Robin Hood's man?"
Again, John nodded. "Yes, and we can get you away from Nottingham, find somewhere else to settle, if you need help with that."
Simon frowned. "I've been thinking it would be wise to leave soon. My wife does not like what I'm doing, even though it's the least of what that rotten weasel deserves."
"It's been very entertaining, but it is probably best to quit while you're ahead," advised John.
"Very well." Suddenly, Simon got a gleam in his eye. "Give me one more day, and then I'll gladly accept your help."
John agreed, and they arranged a meeting place and time. As he went back to camp to discuss plans with the rest of the gang, he wondered what Simon was up to.
Author: railise
Word Count: 413
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Little John, the baker, some guards
Spoilers/Warnings: None. Set sometime pre-2x01.
Summary: Little John comes to the rescue.
Disclaimer: The show Robin Hood, its characters, settings, et cetera, sadly aren't mine in the slightest, even if they do live on in my mind. ;)
Notes: Written for treatljohnright in rh_intercomm.
Part 10 of a series based on this prompt.
Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8/ Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11
John had barely managed to avoid a group of castle guards patrolling the streets of Nottingham Town. The baker's messages were funny, but he really just wanted life back to normal. Or, relatively normal. Eluding a few uniformed men, delivering goods to the poor, getting back to the forest... was it really too much to ask for in life?
Apparently, it was.
As he turned a corner, he saw two things at once: a tall, aproned man with peppered brown hair, hanging a bread sign; and a different group of soldiers also turning into the street. He barely had time to glance at the floury words, "THE SHERYFF IS A TOTTERING BLADDER", before the guards were yelling, the man was jumping, and the entire bunch of them were running toward Little John.
Since this was clearly the baker, and he would without a doubt be strung up if they caught him, John sighed in resignation and readied his staff. The baker cleared him, and John sprang into action. Half his staff across the midsection of the first guard, the opposite end to the jaw of the second, the initial end to the sternum of the third, and the whole thing to the head of the last man, and they were all down. Turning to the baker, standing in awe behind him, John ordered, "Run!"
They dashed out of the town, and were soon safely within the woods.
"Thank you," the baker said, catching his breath.
John nodded, also panting a bit. "So, you're the one behind the bread signs."
"I am," the baker said with a proud grin. Holding out a hand, he introduced himself. "Simon."
John shook his hand. "Little John."
Simon's eyebrows went up. "Robin Hood's man?"
Again, John nodded. "Yes, and we can get you away from Nottingham, find somewhere else to settle, if you need help with that."
Simon frowned. "I've been thinking it would be wise to leave soon. My wife does not like what I'm doing, even though it's the least of what that rotten weasel deserves."
"It's been very entertaining, but it is probably best to quit while you're ahead," advised John.
"Very well." Suddenly, Simon got a gleam in his eye. "Give me one more day, and then I'll gladly accept your help."
John agreed, and they arranged a meeting place and time. As he went back to camp to discuss plans with the rest of the gang, he wondered what Simon was up to.