Another weird one-shot that came from my bizarre and twisted imagination. :))

Erm, I suppose the prompts were: Robin, Guy, socks.

I am just as clueless as you...

Robin stared at his clothes trunk miserably.

It wasn't right.

The rain drizzled in that kind of way that rain does when you think it's not too bad and really it will soak you through.

That's what had happened to Robin. He had left the camp for one second, he swore that was all it had been, and his feet were soaked.

Now he couldn't find his spare socks.

Robin could stand many things. He had watched men die in his arms, watched as his love was courted, had his lands stolen from him and even watched the love of his life die in his arms.

But by god he could not live with wet socks.

Groaning he continued to look around the camp, searching through everyone else's chests, even through their hoard. But no where could he find his socks.

Looking around he considered stealing someone else's socks. But no, he couldn't do that to his gang. But what about taking them from someone else?

Not a peasant obviously, but a Noble maybe?

Then, an evil smirk crossed his face as he slipped from the camp.

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Locksley manor was deserted so he slipped into Gisbourne's bed chamber easily enough. Wrinkling his nose at the smell he slipped in and opened Gisbourne's trunk.

He reached in for some socks and froze.

Oh my God.

Xxx

"Robin!" Much exclaimed, jumping up as his leader arrived at the camp, dragging a sack with him.

"Robin!" Will turned and frowned at his leader. "What you got there?"

"I went for a snoop at Locksley today." Robin explained, putting the sack down and opening it. "Went to my bed chamber, look what I found."

He pulled out of the sack a small black... teddy bear?

"Oh my God." Much and Will spoke in unison.

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The courtyard was crowded as the Sheriff set for a hanging.

He really was looking forward to it he hadn't had a hanging in ages, at least two days. He settled back into his chair, nodding at the executioner.

Then there was a shout.

"Stop!" The Sheriff rolled his eyes. Why did Hood always ruin his fun? It really wasn't fair.

"What do you want Hood?" He drawled lazily.

"Gisbourne!" The outlaw shouted, turning to his man at arms. "You will not hang these men."

Vasey chuckled. "Why ever not?" He raised an idle eyebrow.

"Because other wise," the outlaw pulled out a black stuffed bear and held a sword to it's 'throat'. "The bear gets it."

"NO!" There was an anguished cry from behind him and the Sheriff turned to see a confused Marian holding back Gisbourne.

They shared a glance of absolute amazement and Vasey knew that for the first time in his life he was agreeing with a leper.

"Do not harm him Hood!" Gisbourne was yelling still.

"Let them go then!" Robin seemed extremely amused by the whole situation.

"Let them go." Guy nodded to the executioner.

"Excuse me!" The Sheriff began to speak, but an enraged Guy span around, pointing a sword in his face.

"You, shut up!"

The prisoners escaped from the scaffolding, merging into the crowd to be held by sobbing relatives.

"There," Gisbourne was still watching Robin. "You have your peasants, now let Mr Sniffles go!"

K, soooooo... well... that was weird.

Ah well, review and tell me how weird you thought it was on a scale out of ten!

:D

Luv as always

Ray

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