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*****

"Drop it."

Kate only stared at Linda like she was insane. "What?!"

"You heard me. Drop it."

"He killed my brother!"

"Too bad, so sad! Robin, help me out!"

Robin looked at his friends. "He's one of us," he explained calmly.

"What?" John demanded.

"I said he's one of us."

Guy was honestly at a loss for words. He blinked repeatedly, scared to say the least. The outlaws looked from their leader, to Linda, to Guy, and then back at Robin again. Kate let out a strangled cry and sunk her sword next to Guy's head, and he sighed in relief. Kate did take the luxury, though, in kicking Guy hard on the side, making him groan in response. Linda throw her sword to the side and started to lunge at Kate. Allan met her first.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Linda. Let's not shed any blood, eh?" he said calmly, pushing her back by grabbing her shoulders.

"I warned her, Allan. I told her not to touch him or else I would kill her."

"I had no idea you were serious!" Kate exclaimed.

"Bien sûr, je étais sérieux, salope stupide!" Linda yelled in French, and Guy raised his eyebrows and let his jaw drop.

Kate frowned, not understanding what Linda said. She simply growled at Kate. "Salope geignard," she muttered again in French, thrusting a hand out for Guy to take. He blinked in utter shock, soon taking it and accepting her help.

"Come on," Robin said to his friends, guiding a raging Kate away. Allan chuckled blankly and smiled, shooting Linda a "good luck" look before running off with Much. John shook his head and gripped his staff tightly, talking to Tuck in anger. It was just Linda and Guy. He gulped and slowly turned to her.

"Li—"

A loud cracking sound pierced the air, and Guy's head snapped to the side. His cheek burned, and he rubbed it with a groan, looking at her in disbelief. She shook her hand with a hiss.

"Sorry, just... just had to make sure you were real," she explained softly.

Guy nodded. "No, you're fine. I deserved that."

"Didn't you, though?"

Before he could react, Linda slapped him again, harder than before. His cheek burned more than before, and he had a feeling his cheek was going to be swollen. He groaned again, but didn't rub his cheek this time. He knew she needed to let her anger out, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to try and talk to her.

"Look, I re—"

And then she was kissing him, her hands pressed to the sides of his face. He was momentarily shocked, eyes widening before his they fluttered to a close and he settled into the kiss, snaking his arms around her waist and picking her up, spinning her around in a circle.

"I found you," she croaked, her eyes watering.

"I found you first," Guy responded, trailing his thumb over her cheek and setting her down on the floor. "Not a day went by where I didn't think about you."

"Likewise," she responded, her forehead resting on his, her hands on his chest. "I've missed you, Guy."

"I can tell," he said with a smirk. "I've missed you, too."

He leaned his head down and captured his lips with hers again, but this time he deepened the kiss by using his one hand that was around her waist to pull her closer to his body so there was no space between them, capturing her bottom lip in between his teeth after. She responded by weaving her hands through his hair, massaging his scalp. He groaned, that always seemed to have an affect on him. She smiled through the kiss and kept messing with his long black hair.

"Oi, let's go, love birds!" Allan shouted. "This is a forest, not a bedroom!"

Guy waved him away, but Linda broke the kiss and tried to catch her breath. "No, he's right, we can finish this later."

"We don't have to go," Guy argued.

Linda giggled. "Sadly, we have to, or else he will never leave us alone. We still have to deal with Much, Kate, Tuck, and John."

"And Allan?"

"Eh, he'll be fine. I can take care of him."

"Let's go! Robin's waiting, and you don't want me telling him that you two were sucking each other's faces off, do ya?"

"Allan!" Linda exclaimed and chased after him. Guy sighed, having no choice but to follow.

*****

"So that's where you've been, then? With him?" John demanded. "And you, you've been gallivanting around for two days, with him?"

"Please, I told you where I was," Linda scoffed from the swing-set, rocking back and forth.

"You didn't tell us anything."

"True, I told Allan."

All eyes went to him.

"What? I'm the one that told her to go."

Everyone groaned.

"Don't blame him, it was my choice to follow through with it." Linda sighed. "And besides, Robin's been with his father. And frankly, so have I."

Guy stood up straighter. "What?"

Linda barely turned her neck to look at him from behind. "I followed you both, and I listened to the story Malcolm told you both. After he knocked you guys out, he led me away, made me promise not to let you two tear each other apart, knocked me out, and then left."

Much's jaw dropped. "I thought your father was dead."

"So did I," Robin said honestly.

"He's not one of us, Robin, and he never will be!" shouted John, and Guy flinched from behind him.

"You know what, I am so sick and tired of all this," Linda muttered, standing up from her swing and approaching John. "How dare you judge him when you don't know a damn thing about him." She circled around. "And that goes for all of you." She sighed, trying to cool her nerves. "Now, Guy has chosen to join us in our struggle, and like it or not, he's staying."

John's tone of voice became quieter as he spoke to her. "You can't trust him."

"I trust him with my life," she responded. "He killed my father, John, that should mean something."

"And we're almost family, aren't we, Robin?" Guy asked, his arms across his chest, and everyone turned to look at him. "We share a brother."

"What? A brother?" Much said in confusion. "Both of you?"

"My father, his mother," Robin explained with a short nod. "Our brother is in jail in York awaiting execution. And I promised my dying father, and I intend to honor it. Me and Gisborne will go to York and bring him back. If it were any of you, you know I'd do the same."

"And who'll bring my brother back to me, Robin?" Kate demanded. "There was no one to stop his execution."

"Matthew's death was his own fault, Kate, get over it," Linda muttered, ignoring the look that got shot her way by Kate.

"Look, like it or not, we share a common goal," Guy said, approaching Kate, "to destroy Isabella. The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

"Or lover," Allan whispered, and Linda punched him hard in the gut.

Guy didn't hear Allan's stupid comment. "You don't have to like me. I don't like you. But you need me."

"We don't need you," Much retorted.

Linda shrugged. "Some of us might," she said simply, and Guy turned to look at her, the corner of his lips turning into a side smile. "Allan, a little help?"

Allan rubbed his stomach, still suffering from that blow Linda gave him. "Look, if he can help rid us of Isabella—"

"He's pure evil!" Kate yelled. "Robin!"

"That's it! I'm going to kill her if she does not shut up!" Linda shouted in frustration, running a hand through her hair.

"Do you still believe good concurs evil?" Guy demanded. "You need me to defeat Isabella, and to do that, we need our brother in York."

"Who is this brother, Robin?" Tuck asked.

"His name is Archer. We've never met," Robin explained. "All I know is that he's traveled far and wide and has a knowledge of exotic weapons he's brought back from the east."

"Isabella's forces are far greater than ours," Guy mused.

"You think that Archer's weapons will make us stronger," Linda guessed, and he nodded.

"We all go," Much decided.

"And we leave the people undefended against Isabella? Much, use your head, please," Linda said.

"Well, who's going to protect Robin?"

"Me."

Everyone shot her looks. Guy paled.

"No way."

"Yes way, love, I'm coming with you." She chuckled blankly. "Besides, no one is going to recognize us in York. We'll be back soon."

Guy and Linda left the camp, Robin still having a few words with his friends. They traveled up the hill where Robin and Guy fought, pleased to still see the two horses. Wait... two horses? Guy frowned.

"There are only two horses."

"Not for long." She brought both of her pointer fingers to the corner of her mouth and whistled. A few moments after she whistled, Guy heard a neigh, and then hoof beats.

"Richie," Guy breathed, and Linda nodded.

"I keep him in the forest. No one really comes to claim him, which is good. So when I need him, I whistle." She pulled out a carrot. "And he always expects something."

Guy chuckled lightly as the horse slowed a trot, snorting and bowing his head. Linda ran a hand down his nose, whispering gently. She handed him the carrot, and the horse munched on it. Soon, Robin came back.

"How's Kate?" Linda asked.

"Mad, but understanding," he answered.

"Still going off about her brother?"

"Yeah."

Linda sighed and saddled on her horse. Guy followed her example and swung on his own white horse, same with Robin.

"Right, the ride to York will take at least a good hour, so we've better get a move on." Linda didn't even wait for the boys, just rode off.

"She never waits, does she?" Robin mused.

"No," Guy answered, taking the reigns of his horse. "No, she doesn't."

******

Linda was right... as usual. When the boys finally caught up with her, ten minutes had passed. The rest of the ride was spent in utter silence, which Linda was fine with. They finally found York Road and slowed their horses down to a trot, following the path. They stopped when they saw a tollhouse.

"Tollhouse," Guy muttered.

Robin sighed and shook his head. "It's not worth the risk."

"Well, they collect money for Isabella," Guy pointed out. "Robbing them is robbing her."

"You're trying so hard," Linda laughed. "Fine, if you want to go rob it, go ahead. I'll stay here and keep watch."

Guy grinned and rode to the building. Robin groaned and rolled his eyes. Linda put a hand on his shoulder.

"He's trying," was all she said.

Robin rolled his eyes again and followed Guy. Linda made Richie turn around so they could watch the road. The cool breeze blew her hair back, and she sighed and relaxation. She was wearing Guy's too large of a shirt, black leggings, and her boots. She pulled out her dagger from her boot and put it in her lap, staring at it. She closed her eyes, the memory returning to her. But instead of feeling happy, she felt pained, and it wasn't pain she was feeling for herself, but for Guy. His past was terrible and hard, yet through his sadness and guilt, he found a way to make someone besides himself smile. Before she felt happy, but she wasn't as smart as she was then. Now she just felt flat out guilty.

She didn't even realize she was crying until she felt something light roll down her cheek, then saw a little water droplet on the blade. She quickly wiped them away and cleared her throat, returning the dagger in its place.

"That was barely anything!" exclaimed Robin, and Linda looked backwards to see Guy and Robin riding away from the tollhouse.

"It was still something," Guy retorted. "Even the smallest amount could still hurt her."

"Yeah, right," Robin muttered, arriving next to Linda. "Anything?"

"Hmm? Oh, no, nothing," she responded blankly, tucking a strand of hair behind her hair. "We're in the clear."

Guy arrived on her other side, frowning. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered after a moment, shrugging a little and nodding. "Fine."

Guy gave her the look that said he didn't believe her. Robin tilted his head to the side in thought before shrugging and riding on the road again. Guy didn't move, still worried about Linda. She laughed lightly and put a hand on his face.

"I'm all right, Guy. I was just thinking," she said honestly.

Guy nodded before trying to smile at her. She returned the half-smile before riding on the road again, Guy right behind her.

*****

York was huge. Huge. They kept on the road, until they came across a town that was hidden behind the walls and guards. They took a left turn and entered the gates, looking around. Then they dismounted, walking in between people. Guy and Robin were right next to each other, while Linda lingered in the back. They reached a tavern, where they parked their horses, looking behind them to see a huge castle.

"It's bigger than Nottingham Castle," Linda breathed. "We're supposed to find your brother in there?"

"Yup," Guy answered. "He's inside that."

"Well, can't be that difficult. Right, Robin?" She turned her head, surprised when she didn't see Robin next to Guy. "Robin?"

They both looked to the side and saw that Robin was leaning on the wall of the tavern, talking to a slim figure with a cloak on, her face hidden from the hood, but Linda did see blonde hair. Robin was grinning like no tomorrow, while Guy was scowling. Linda groaned.

"We don't have time for this," she muttered. "Uh, Robin? Come on, we don't have time for pointless flirting."

Robin seemed to preoccupied into talking with the woman, that Linda threw a pebble at his head. He flinched and rubbed the back of his head, glaring at her.

"Hey!"

"Come on, we don't have time to waste."

Robin glanced from the woman—who finally had her hood off, revealing pearl blonde hair and stormy gray eyes—to Linda and smirked.

"Come here," he told her, waving her over.

"Excuse me?" she questioned, crossing her arms. "Why would I want to come over?"

"Would you just stop being stubborn for a few moments and get over here?"

"You wish," Linda muttered before deciding to walk over, but Guy grabbed her arm. Linda looked at him quizically. "What?"

Guy didn't say anything, just looked at the woman Robin was talking with, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Hey." Linda put a gentle hand on his face and made him look at her. "What's wrong?"

Guy took her hand, looking worried. "I don't trust her," he said quietly, his voice breaking. "She's dangerous, and I'm worried that she'll do something to you."

"Hey, hey, hey," she soothed softly, putting both hands on his cheeks now. "It's going to be okay, all right? Trust me, I can take care of myself." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly, then waltzed over to Robin, her expression becoming hard. But she tried to remain civil and calm. "Yes?"

Even that was a struggle to say nicely.

Robin snickered and stepped back, letting the two women examine each other. "Linda, I would like you to meet Genevieve." He gestured to Genevieve. "Genevieve, I would like you to meet Linda, your sister." He gestured to Linda.

Linda let her jaw drop as she stared at Genevieve, identical looks of shock on their faces. No, no, no, no, that wasn't right. It couldn't be right. She was supposed to believe that Genevieve, the woman who broke Guy for Robin, was her sister? Oh, hell no. She scoffed and put her hands to her hips. "Okay, that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. How come I haven't met her before?"

The look Robin gave her told her said everything. Because you would rip her in half and then things would go bad. "Because your blasted father didn't want you to meet, seeing that two could be dangerous to him when put together."

Genevieve chuckled. "I can see why."

Linda was literally that close to snapping Genevieve's neck, but she kept her anger in check. She cleared her throat and cracked her knuckles. "I've heard a lot about you," she said.

Genevieve raised an eyebrow. "Good or bad?" She glared at Guy from behind her, and Linda had to keep herself from blowing up.

"A little of both," she answered coolly. She craned her neck to Robin. "You sure this is her?"

Robin nodded, a grin on his face. "Absolutely positive."

"Good."

Without warning, Linda elbowed Robin in the face, and then drove her knee in Genevieve's gut, throwing her against Robin. They both slammed into the side of the tavern and groaned, Genevieve clutching her stomach while Robin was trying to adjust his face. Linda dusted herself off with a grin.

"I've been waiting to do that," she said, satisfied with herself. She turned on her heel, finding Guy with his brow raised. "Guy, are you hungry?"

He smirked and shrugged. "Starving."

"Great!" Linda skipped over, linking his arm with his. They entered the tavern together, impossibly finding a table for four. Guy ordered an ale for himself, and Linda chuckled. "Men."

"Did you want anything, darling?" His tone of voice was teasing, and it made her smile.

"No," she answered quietly. "I have what I need."

They stared at each other for a few moments, slowly leaning forward. But before their lips could connect, Robin and Genevieve came storming in.

"Great, we've been saved," Linda said sarcastically.

"Your actions were unnecessary," Robin snapped, sitting down next to Genevieve.

"They were very necessary," she retorted. "What did you find out?"

"The place is heavily fortified," Genevieve explained. "There are guards on every entrance."

"So the only way to get in is to get invited, basically," Linda said, and Robin nodded. "But how are we going to do that and get into the dungeons?"

"Don't know, but let's eat first, shall we?" Robin offered as soon as a plate of bread and cheese was put in front of them. The boys naturally dug in.

"Men," Linda and Genevieve groaned at the same time.

"So we've got two fairly difficult problems, here," Linda continued, trying to shake off the fact that she said something in unison with her. "One, we have no idea what the hell he looks like."

"We'll recognize him by his birthmark," Robin said.

Guy and Linda gave him a disapproving look.

"Don't worry," Robin said. "We'll find him when we get there."

"Which brings us to boundary two," Guy retorted.

Linda was about to speak, but a chair aiming at her face made her shut up and duck. The chair flew over her head, crashing in the corner. She shot up, red-faced and angry.

"Oi!"

Guy whipped his head to the men who threw the chair. "Oi!"

Robin frowned. "Oi!"

"This is gonna be amusing," Genevieve mused, trying her hardest not to laugh.

Two men came barreling over a table near them in a fist fight. Linda groaned and walked over to the two, separating them before punching them in the face. And then a full fledged fight broke out, and she ran a stressed hand through her hair.

"That's it!"

She charged into the fray, leaving the other three to hide behind the table that the men made flip over while the drama broke out.

"I think I have a–" Robin started loudly, getting thrown off when a piece of bread came barreling toward him. He ducked before speaking again. "I have a plan."

"I'm listening," Guy said, watching as Linda ducked and hit someone in the side of the head hard with a cup.

"You, um – you get arrested," Robin said just as Linda threw a man face first into a pillar. "Get into to the dungeons. Find Archer, and, um..." he paused, trying to think, "I'll bride the guards, I'll come see you."

"PUT THAT GOD DAMN BARREL DOWN BEFORE I SMASH IT IN YOUR FACE."

Genevieve started laughing. "Remind me never to mess with her."

Guy ignored her and gave Robin a look that said he was crazy. "And then what?"

A man yelled out, and then was silenced. Guy peeked his head to see Linda standing there above the unconscious man, he of which was missing a few teeth. A loaf of bread hit her in the back of the head, and she slowly turned. Guy swore he saw devil horns growing out of her head.

"And then we escape!" Robin announced, ducking just as the man who decided to hit Linda in the back of the head came flying overhead.

"How?" Guy asked, still not convinced.

Robin shrugged. "Well, I don't know," he admitted. "I haven't worked that out yet, have I?"

Guy and Robin looked to see the guards rushing in. Linda punched one more man in the stomach before weaving through everyone, sitting at the bar area with a mug in her hand, watching as the guards took away the men who were still fighting like wild dogs with a smirk. Guy, Robin and Genevieve rose, sitting back in their seats.

"Forget it," Guy said. "It'll never work."

"Why not?" Genevieve demanded.

"'Cause I'm not going to get myself arrested."

"Why not?"

"'Cause you and your outlaw boyfriend will leave me in the dungeon."

"I will not leave you in the dungeons," Robin retorted, rolling his eyes and grabbing the stuff he left on the floor. "You have my word."

"You see, that's where things fall down," Guy stated.

Robin frowned and shrugged. "Well, I'll get myself arrested, then."

Guy nodded. "That sounds like a better plan."

Robin stared at him in disbelief. "And you come and get me out?"

Guy shrugged, and Robin chuckled blankly. Great.

"See, suddenly, it's not such a good idea, is it?" Guy said.

Robin rested his arms on the table. "You know, I'm not sure if I trust you yet. But we're about to find out."

"Don't miss!" Linda yelled while jugging down her third or fourth pint of ale.

Robin smirked and stood, grabbing the whole loaf of bread, aiming. He threw it, and it conked a guard right in the side of the head. His gaze turned to the three that were sitting at the table. Guy stood and smirked as well, patting Robin on the shoulder.

"Good luck."

He had difficulty removing himself from the table, seeing as there were two beaten up and unconscious men right in his way. Robin watched him leave, his expression mischievous. The guard approached Guy as he made his way to leave, a big smirk still plastered on his face.

"Do you think that's funny?" the guard demanded.

Guy had no idea that the guard was talking to him, so he walked right past him. That was, of course, until the guard grabbed him by the arm, as well as another guard, and he started being dragged away.

"Get off me! Get off me!" he demanded, shooting Robin a death look. The dude just grinned.

Linda slammed down her jug and hopped off her seat, stomping to the guards. "Get off him, you idiots!"

She threw a punch at the guard but missed wildly, almost hitting Guy in the face. Part of it was because her aiming was off, and another part of that was because she was drunk. One guard picked her up and slung her over his shoulder.

"Whoop! Up I go!" she slurred with a giggle and a hiccup.

Yup, definitely drunk.

*****

"In you go."

The guards pushed Guy into the cell, making him land face first on the hay filled pavement. Linda got thrown on top of him. She shrieked and collided into his back, her head still pounding because of the amount of alcohol she had decided to consume. She blinked, trying to get rid of all the spots she saw. But what she did see was a bunch of prison mates crowding around the two new jailbirds. She yelped and backed up into the door, hissing when she felt a tip of a spear poke her in the back. Guy snapped at the people.

"Get off me!" he yelled as the jail mates searched him. "Get!"

Linda groaned and stood, pressing her face to the bars of the door. "Guy, shut up."

Guy didn't hear and kept writing on the floor and yelling like a maniac. "Get off!! Get off!"

"Guy."

"I'll kill the next man that touches me," he threatened, making everyone back up. Linda spun around.

"Gisborne!" she shouted, frowning at him. It was understandable that he was mad, but he didn't have to kill anyone because of it.

A man who seemed in his sixties with worn out rags and sad eyes crawled toward Guy.

"Kill me," he pleaded. "Please. Put me out of me misery."

Guy blinked, suddenly realizing his mistake. "No," he said, but his voice broke and he looked down.

The man sighed. "You didn't bring any food, did you?"

Guy looked at Linda for help. She smiled and giggled quietly. "I might have drank too much, but that didn't mean I didn't know where I was going."

Guy then noticed that she had a satchel that she had probably stolen from someone. She approached the man and knelt, opening up her satchel. The others crowded around her, but she held both her hands in the air.

"Wait. Ten coins," she said, holding out her palm.

Guy looked at her like she was insane.

The man sighed and searched in his pockets, pretending to put nine coins in her palm. She frowned at him expectantly. He rolled his eyes and put one more imaginary coin in her palm. With her other hand, she pretended to expect the coin and bit it, grinning.

"Good as gold."

Everyone—excpet Guy who was generally confused—laughed, and she opened her bag up. Inside was the loaf of bread that was probably thrown at her head, along with a few apple slices, and a thing of sausage. The men blinked and stared at her wide-eyed. She simply took off the bag and put it on the floor.

"It's all yours."

That's when Guy pulled her out of the way. The jail mates immediately swarmed the bag, grabbing what ever they could get their hands on. Linda leaned on the wall clutching her head, while Guy just crouched.

"My head hurts," she whined, letting her head rest on his leg.

Guy just smiled softly and pushed her hair back. "That's why you don't drink, love."

"Shut up."

The old guy who asked Guy to put him out of his misery came crawling back, sitting on Guy's right side. He sighed and rubbed his stomach, satisfied. "Thank you, miss."

She smiled weakly, closing her eyes as she used Guy's leg as a headrest. "Mm-hmm."

Guy automatically got down to buisiness. "I'm looking for a man called Archer," he explained. "Have you heard of him?"

The man frowned. "Might have. Why?"

Linda picked her head up so her chin was on Guy's leg. "He's his brother... in a way."

"Brother."

"Yep."

"I've come to help him escape from this godforsaken place," Guy said.

"Escape?" the man exclaimed loudly.

"Shh!" Guy shushed quietly.

"How will you escpae?" the man whispered.

"Well, I haven't come alone," Guy said.

"We're gonna have to rely on my sister who I just met and Robin Hood," Linda said, moving to stand and stretch. "And they better hurry up before I bust a hole in the wall."

The man grinned. "Brother."

Guy's eyebrows raised. "You're my brother?" He didn't sound convinced.

"Prison ages a man."

"No. I'm sorry, but you can't be Archer," Linda said.

The jail mates took their chance to start yelling out.

"I'm Archer."

"I'm Archer."

"I'm Archer!"

"I'm Archer."

Guy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Great."

"No, I'm Archer."

"I'm Archer!"

A guard came stomping down the stairs. "Quiet!" he shouted.

Linda stormed to the door and pressed her face in between the doors. "Vous taisez, vous pièce envahie de merde!"

Guy sighed and rolled his eyes. He now regretted ever teaching her French. But he had to admit, it was pretty cute when she got mad and used French.

Linda sighed, now turning to Guy. "What did Malcolm say he looked like?"

"He didn't."

Linda huffed. "Well, I imagine that he would be super cocky, like Robin. Thinks he's striking, like Robin. Dull, like you. Troublesome, like Robin. Um... oh, and super idiotic like Robin and you combined." Linda pat his shoulder, ignoring the look he was giving her. "Désolé, chérie."

"Hey, I'm not that bad," said a low male voice from the shadows, making her jump and spin around. "I'm Archer."

He stepped out of the shadows, and Linda took a step back. He had a fuzzy brown stubble, straight but crazy brown hair, and gleaming dull green eyes. He wore a white cotton shirt, a brown leather tunic over it. His brown pants were full of dirt, and his black boots were stained.

Guy barely turned his head around. "Who's your father?"

Archer shrugged and shook his head. "I don't know," he answered after a moment. "And I don't care."

Guy stood, facing Archer. "Your mother?"

"She died when I was a baby. I was given away."

"Okay, maybe he wasn't as dull as I thought," Linda admitted.

Archer smirked and winked. Linda scoffed and rolled her eyes, leaning on the entrance.

Guy took two steps forward. "I was told you have a birthmark."

Archer chucked and nodded, lifting up his shirt and revealing a birthmark shaped like an arrowhead. Guy stared at it, the corner of his lips forming into a half smile. "You're my brother."

"Who are you?" Archer asked.

"Guy of Gisborne," he answered.

Archer looked at Linda. "And the madian?"

"None of your concern," Guy said lowly.

"Linda of Nottingham," she answered.

"Well, that's a very expensive-sounding name, Gisborne," Archer mused.

Guy let out a breath and smirked. "I've come to get you out of here."

Archer let the corner of his mouth rise into a challenging half-smile. "How?"

*****

i love french linda and drunk linda so much.

speaking of french, don't expect me to translate it at all xD