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"It's a monster!"
"It's a bus."
"I knew that. What's a bus?" Robin's forehead creased in a comical, confused frown and Rose grinned, shaking her head.
"A bus is a big…cart that holds lots of people and goes fast….Robin! And if you step into the road like that it'll squash you like a fly!" Rose blew a sigh of exasperation as she realised Robin knew nothing of road safety considering he'd just stepped off the pavement.
"So…the big red ones are buses and the little carts are cars but neither is pulled by horses. How do they move then?"
"Crikey, that's a question I'd be in no position to answer even if I hadn't bunked off science. They just do, you put fuel in it called petrol and therefore it moves, ok?"
"Ok, why are all the women wearing men's clothing?"
"They're not, that's just how we dress in my time, didn't you see me when we arrived?"
"I did, I just thought you were odd, I didn't realise everyone wore such scant clothes."
"Gee, thanks," Rose said, sarcastically and grabbed the outlaw's arm and pulled him towards a crossing.
"When the man goes green we go, got it?" Rose stated.
"Why is green? I'm certainly not green so why should he be? Does he have a disease?"
"Cripes. I never thought I'd be in the 21st century explaining a road crossing to Robin-bleedin'-Hood! Doctor, where are you when I need you? Oh yeah, stuck in 1192 with a balding madman, a moody sidekick and a group of reckless, injustice fighting rebels!"
"What was that infant travelling in? It looked like a miniature cart, like the ones fruit is carried in." Robin asked, observing everything around him and completely oblivious to Rose's rant.
"Huh? Oh, it was a pram," Rose cried, frustrated, "Come one, we're going to my mum's so we can change your gear. You're attracting stares with your old fashioned dress sense and that stench."
"I'll have you know I washed yesterday…" Robin retorted indignantly, "Or was it the day before? Anyway, if you are uncomfortable with the attention I could have got rid of them had you not made me leave my weapons in the….TARDY-or whatever"
"TARDIS. Do you want to get arrested?!"
"Where are they?"
"Don't ask me," Allan shrugged and continued to amuse himself with the stolen mobile phone as the Doctor paced, scratching his head.
The group was safely in the outskirts of Sherwood Forest, hidden from the road in and out of Nottingham but still able to keep watch. They had not seen anyone coming nor going from the castle.
The Time Lord was getting frustrated and even more worried about the fact they had no idea where Rose or Robin was and whether they were in danger. He could just remember the Sheriff's crude words before the outlaws and him were dragged to the dungeons. They rang callously through his head, ricocheting through all his other thoughts and tormenting him. He could not let that happen to Rose. If it did he would never ever forgive himself.
"Hey, I'm not being funny but this thing is we-h-eird," Allan commented, pressing another button on the key pad. "Yikes!" He gasped as the phone began vibrating violently in his fingers and he dropped it abruptly, as if burned.
The Doctor bent down and scooped up the mobile that was trilling a jingly tune. He glanced at the small screen and noticed that Allan had somehow managed to reach the ring tune menu. At the moment, the tone selected was called 'Happy Jingle' kind of ironic considering how he was feeling right now. But it did remind him, however, that this was not how he usually acted in a bad situation, no matter what the problem was and had Rose been present she would've told him so, probably with a sharp jab between the shoulder blades to emphasize the point.
With that thought in mind the Time Lord managed to reinstate the dazzling, slightly crazed grin on his face and leapt forward enthusiastically.
"Well, guys, I'm sorry to say that although we just escaped from that place we're gonna have to go back in."
"What? Why?!" He was greeted by several incredulous, shocked expressions.
"You can't be serious," Allan shook his head, looking perplexed.
"Oh, you can never tell when I'm being serious so you just have to go with the flow," the alien smiled cheesily, "But, just look at it this way. Now we've done it once we know we can do it again and they won't be expecting it."
"I'll say," Allan muttered as the Doctor sprang off, heading straight back towards the castle, "Who in their right mind, having just escaped near tragedy, would bound straight back, headlong, into danger when the only outcome spells disaster with a capital D?"
"A man in love," came Will's soft, barely audible reply.
Robin twitched nervously as he and Rose stood outside a strange building that was taller than anything he had ever seen. He was sure that if he went to the very top and reach out he would be able to scrape the sky. When he had told Rose this however, she'd laughed and replied that was probably why they were called 'sky-scrapers' though this one was actually just a block of flats, no where near as big as ones in New York wherever that was. The outlaw found the concept of flats quite confusing considering they were far from flat.
Rose had just knocked on a door that was peeling slightly and looked like it was so flimsy it could be knocked down with just a single swing of an axe. It was paper thin compared to the heavy duty, huge doors they had back in his time. And in Robin's opinion his doors were much better.
Apparently, Rose's mum lived here, on her own, which Robin found a bit odd. Usually women never lived on their own if they could help it. They would reside with a husband, or a father or a brother, even a sister in some cases so they would have companionship and protection and someone to earn money. Another thing he also found strange was the fact Rose had said her father had died when she was little and her mum had never remarried. Robin was sure, if Rose's own looks were anything to go by, her mother should have plenty of suitors.
However, when the door finally swung open, after several hard raps on Rose's behalf, it did not reveal at all what he expected. Standing in the doorway was a partially disheveled looking woman, who was dressed in some kind of bright pink furry robe that Robin didn't think any animal could've produced, her hair hanging in wet clumps around her shoulders and nothing on her feet. The outlaw could even see a considerable amount of the middle aged woman's legs beneath the robe and he looked away, blushing furiously. It was not like him to get this flustered but then again he didn't usually see ladies dressed like that.
"Rose!" was the first word out of the woman's mouth in a strangled yell of excitement and almost immediately the young, blonde by his side was pulled into a bone crushing hug, "Oh, Rose, I've been so worried about you! You've been gone for two months."
"Sorry, Mum, I meant to visit but well, you know, difficult to keep track of time in the TARDIS."
"Well, you would've thought that he would've been more considerate of a poor worrying mother….hey, wait, who on earth is this young man?" Rose's mother trailed off finally noticing the nervous looking man standing beside her daughter, "Oh, it isn't the Doctor is it? He hasn't done that regeneration-thingimajig has he?" The lady peered scrutinizing Robin's features to see if she could see the cheeky expression of the Doctor anywhere in his features.
"No, Mum, this is um…" Rose began, wondering how to explain who the outlaw was without freaking her mum out. There was no easy way to say it so she might as well just tell her. "This is Robin Hood. Robin, meet my mum, Jackie."
"Robin-ruddy-Hood. I should've known. I had a call from your Sheriff guy and he was none too polite," Jackie stated to an astonished looking Rose and Robin, "Mind you, I wasn't that nice either, he interrupted Cori and I was in a bit of a mood. Wait, a moment, doesn't that mean that if Robin Hood is in the 21st century that's completely mucked up time?"
"Er…" Rose gaped, dumbstruck.
Um...look forward to some Rose/Jackie/Robin fluff next chapter! Review! Review! Review!