Fic: Clumsy
Title: Clumsy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Much/Allan
Spoilers: Series 3
Summary: Much feels clumsy and in the way at the camp so he leaves, but someone follows him and proves that he's not as clumsy as he thinks.
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'Sorry...' Much grabbed the front of Allan's shirt to stop himself falling over. Allan's rough hand grabbed him on his upper arm and steadied him gently.
'Alright?' he whispered and Much smiled at him before standing freely and readjusting his hat. He then glanced round to see what he had tripped over. Tuck crouched on the ground beside a pile of scattered papers glaring up at him in fury.
'Much. I had just got these in order. Just get your huge clumsy feet out of here until I have sorted these papers again.' He dismissed the young outlaw with a wave of his hand and went back to the papers muttering under his breath in Latin. Much felt tears pricking the back of his eyes. Determined not to show himself up by crying in the camp he grabbed his sword and hastened for the doorway but as he reached it he knocked against Kate who was carrying in a large chest with John. Kate stumbled and dropped her half of the chest, gold coins spilled all over the floor of the camp, rolling under several bunks and leaving a terrible mess.
'Oh Kate, John I'm so sorry. Here let me help.' Much knelt on the floor and started to scoop up the coins but Kate hauled him to his feet and shouted.
'Don't you think you've done enough damage already...just stay out of the way.' Much looked up at John who was frowning.
'Just let us clear up Much' he said in a voice that was kind but exasperated. Much nodded and hurried away from the camp in tears.
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About half an hour later Much had cried until he could cry no more and sat down beneath an old chestnut tree in a pool of sunlight. There his sadness began to turn to anger. How dare Tuck and Kate come into their camp and start treating him badly. They had been outlaws all of ten minutes but he had been loyal to Robin and the gang for years. With a pout on his lips he leapt up to storm back to the camp and confront them but as he turned he hit something solid, warm and person shaped and they both went over into the leaves.
'Bloody Hell Much' came a familiar voice from beneath him, 'I just came to see how you were, no need to knock me out!' Much pulled himself upwards onto his elbows and saw that it was Allan lying beneath him on the forest floor. There was leaf mould in his hair and he had a peculiar expression on his face. With suprise Much saw that it was not anger but amusment. He rolled over so they lay side by side looking up at the sky and then he began to laugh. Allan joined in a moment later and they chortled until the tears ran down their faces. 'The look on your face when you saw you had taken out yet another member of the gang! You thought I was going to wallop you...' Much stopped laughing with a hiccup.
'Tuck's right, I am clumsy.' He pulled an arm underneath his nose and sniffed loudly.
'Nonsense.' Allan said from beside him. 'It's just that the camp's too full with all of us in there AND Tuck's enormous head!' He giggled again and Much managed a smile. Allan propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at him. 'Talk.'
With a sigh Much also turned and looked at the man beside him. 'I just feel so useless. I feel like an accessory. Tuck's the religious one, Robin's the leader; the noble one, Kate's the wronged one, John's...well BIG and then I'm...what am I?' Allan contemplated him for a moment.
'Did you realise you left me off your list...?'
'Well you're...you're...um...you're the one all the girls like?' Much ventured. Allan merely replied with a snort. 'Well,' Much went on 'I'm sure all the girls would like you, if there were any. I think Kate likes you.'
'Kate? She doesn't fancy me. Kate wants a man who'll marry her and make her happy and give her children. A family man. That's not me.'
'What kind of a man are you then?' Much questioned.
'I dunno. A man who's not bothered about tomorrow but lives for today. I can't think about the house and the kids and the wedding cos I don't even know if I'll be alive at sunset.'
'So what do you think about?'
'Kissing...I think about kissing a lot. Kissing's nice.' Allan lay back looking up at the trees. His view was suddenly obscured by a face. A man with extraordinarily pretty eyes, blond hair sticking out from under a cap and remarkably soft pink lips. These he lowered to Allan's upturned face and for a few seconds they gently pressed against his own lips before moving gently against them. When the kiss broke and Much again retuned to his side Allan smiled.
'You see Much...you're not really clumsy at all.'
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Rating: PG
Pairing: Much/Allan
Spoilers: Series 3
Summary: Much feels clumsy and in the way at the camp so he leaves, but someone follows him and proves that he's not as clumsy as he thinks.
***
I'm new here, hope you like...
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'Sorry...' Much grabbed the front of Allan's shirt to stop himself falling over. Allan's rough hand grabbed him on his upper arm and steadied him gently.
'Alright?' he whispered and Much smiled at him before standing freely and readjusting his hat. He then glanced round to see what he had tripped over. Tuck crouched on the ground beside a pile of scattered papers glaring up at him in fury.
'Much. I had just got these in order. Just get your huge clumsy feet out of here until I have sorted these papers again.' He dismissed the young outlaw with a wave of his hand and went back to the papers muttering under his breath in Latin. Much felt tears pricking the back of his eyes. Determined not to show himself up by crying in the camp he grabbed his sword and hastened for the doorway but as he reached it he knocked against Kate who was carrying in a large chest with John. Kate stumbled and dropped her half of the chest, gold coins spilled all over the floor of the camp, rolling under several bunks and leaving a terrible mess.
'Oh Kate, John I'm so sorry. Here let me help.' Much knelt on the floor and started to scoop up the coins but Kate hauled him to his feet and shouted.
'Don't you think you've done enough damage already...just stay out of the way.' Much looked up at John who was frowning.
'Just let us clear up Much' he said in a voice that was kind but exasperated. Much nodded and hurried away from the camp in tears.
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About half an hour later Much had cried until he could cry no more and sat down beneath an old chestnut tree in a pool of sunlight. There his sadness began to turn to anger. How dare Tuck and Kate come into their camp and start treating him badly. They had been outlaws all of ten minutes but he had been loyal to Robin and the gang for years. With a pout on his lips he leapt up to storm back to the camp and confront them but as he turned he hit something solid, warm and person shaped and they both went over into the leaves.
'Bloody Hell Much' came a familiar voice from beneath him, 'I just came to see how you were, no need to knock me out!' Much pulled himself upwards onto his elbows and saw that it was Allan lying beneath him on the forest floor. There was leaf mould in his hair and he had a peculiar expression on his face. With suprise Much saw that it was not anger but amusment. He rolled over so they lay side by side looking up at the sky and then he began to laugh. Allan joined in a moment later and they chortled until the tears ran down their faces. 'The look on your face when you saw you had taken out yet another member of the gang! You thought I was going to wallop you...' Much stopped laughing with a hiccup.
'Tuck's right, I am clumsy.' He pulled an arm underneath his nose and sniffed loudly.
'Nonsense.' Allan said from beside him. 'It's just that the camp's too full with all of us in there AND Tuck's enormous head!' He giggled again and Much managed a smile. Allan propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at him. 'Talk.'
With a sigh Much also turned and looked at the man beside him. 'I just feel so useless. I feel like an accessory. Tuck's the religious one, Robin's the leader; the noble one, Kate's the wronged one, John's...well BIG and then I'm...what am I?' Allan contemplated him for a moment.
'Did you realise you left me off your list...?'
'Well you're...you're...um...you're the one all the girls like?' Much ventured. Allan merely replied with a snort. 'Well,' Much went on 'I'm sure all the girls would like you, if there were any. I think Kate likes you.'
'Kate? She doesn't fancy me. Kate wants a man who'll marry her and make her happy and give her children. A family man. That's not me.'
'What kind of a man are you then?' Much questioned.
'I dunno. A man who's not bothered about tomorrow but lives for today. I can't think about the house and the kids and the wedding cos I don't even know if I'll be alive at sunset.'
'So what do you think about?'
'Kissing...I think about kissing a lot. Kissing's nice.' Allan lay back looking up at the trees. His view was suddenly obscured by a face. A man with extraordinarily pretty eyes, blond hair sticking out from under a cap and remarkably soft pink lips. These he lowered to Allan's upturned face and for a few seconds they gently pressed against his own lips before moving gently against them. When the kiss broke and Much again retuned to his side Allan smiled.
'You see Much...you're not really clumsy at all.'
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