Calling all Doctor Who/Robin Hood BBC fans! First of all, this story has been in the back of my mind for almost 2 years now, but I never had the nerve to start writing it...until now. So I'm incredibly nervous even posting it. I've never written a Doctor Who story, so of course while writing the Doctor was really fun, it was also really intimidating! Especially since Ten is my favorite Doctor, so I'm really hoping I did him justice. I would really appreciate your feedback! I've watched a couple of Doctor Who/Marian videos on youtube that are fantastic, and there are a few crossover stories for them here on fanfiction...but not too many! I think Ten and Marian are actually an awesome dynamic so I'm really excited to hear what you guys think!

~~Prologue~~

He was alone.

Again.

Completely alone. And he hated it.

Then again, no one could get hurt as long as he was on his own, right? Because in the end, someone always got hurt, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. Staring blankly ahead, he barely noticed the force of the Tardis as it spiraled to what seemed to be its destination point. Or what was supposed to be the destination point. Actually, he wasn't quite sure where he was going this time. After saying farewell to the fiery and humorous red-headed Donna Noble, he had been wandering around in time and space...without any purpose. And the Tardis had felt it. The universe had been surprisingly quiet as well, as if it was mirroring his own emotions. Traveling had been so much more meaningful when she had been with him. Her smile could cure him of his darkest mood. And every time she grew excited about anything, his excitement would only double. Yes, he missed her. So much.

But what made it even worse was that he loved her, and she loved him. He had let his emotions for this ordinary girl take over his entire being, and now that she was gone, a huge part of him had gone with her.

A sudden jolt threw the Doctor slightly forward and he quickly snapped back to attention. "Wait, what are you doing?" he exclaimed. The Tardis was changing its course of direction and advancing at a rapid speed to its destination. "Stop…hold on!" Pulling at any and all of the levers he could think of, the Doctor quickly came to the realization that the Tardis was determined to bring him somewhere, and he had to accept the fact that there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe there was someone out there who needed his help after all. Bracing himself for the landing, the Doctor reached for the railing and held on…tight. The Tardis tended to be a bit unpredictable with her landings, especially these days.

And as he expected, the landing was a bit rough, but nothing worse than usual. Brushing his pin-stripe suit off, the Doctor stepped toward the door, wondering what he would find this time. Tentatively stepping out of the Tardis, the Doctor quickly glanced around at his surroundings.

"Well, then. Trees. Lots and lots and lots of trees. Right. Time to find out where I am." As he proceeded to not only inspect the leaves with his sonic screwdriver but sniff them, the Doctor came to a solid conclusion that he was on Planet Earth.

"What are you doing?" a high-pitched voice asked.

Turning, the Doctor laid eyes on a little girl no more than eight or nine years of age. Her chestnut brown hair hung unkemptly around her shoulders. She was a pretty little girl, with her bright blue eyes and porcelain skin.

"Hello there. And who might you be?" he asked as he observed her medieval attire. The girl simply stared back as she perused him from head to toe, her brow creased in puzzlement.

"You're wearing funny clothes."

The Doctor affectionately patted his beloved suit. "Me, wearing funny clothes? I'll have you know that this is my best suit."

"That doesn't look like any suit of armor to me."

"Well, not that kind of suit. It's from…it's from…" the Doctor's eyes suddenly lit up, "France!"

The girl's mouth flew open. "France? You're from France? You don't sound French."

"Well, no. I'm not from France. But the clothes are French. Latest style I might add."

"Ohhh," the girl exclaimed in wonderment.

"Now maybe you could do me a favor and tell me where I am?"

"You're in Nottinghamshire, sir. I live right over that hill." She pointed haphazardly in the opposite direction. "My home is called Knightley Hall. It's a beautiful place. Want to come and see? Oh…" she suddenly trailed off.

The Doctor knelt down to her level. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know you very well. I shouldn't have asked you to come with me. Father would be displeased."

"Hey now, I wouldn't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with, alright?" the Doctor tweaked her chin and winked, forcing a smile from her pouty mouth. "We can just stay here and talk, if you like. Would you like that?"

The girl nodded hesitantly.

"By the way, I'm the Doctor, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." The Doctor bowed and the girl promptly curtsied, a shy smile creeping over her face. The Doctor scratched his head and twirled as he continued to examine the forest. "So...who's the King right now?"

The girl raised her eyebrows quizzically. "You don't know who the King is, sir?"

"Well…I…let's just say I've been away for a little bit."

"King Henry II, of course!"

"Yes, of course! Right." The Doctor's eyes lit up as the last few pieces of the puzzle came together. "And Richard-Richard's his son! Oh, yes!"

"You really have been gone a long time, haven't you?" Marian looked at him questioningly.

"So I bet you're Robin Hood's biggest fan, eh?"

"Robin Hood? Who's that?" she asked as she tilted her head to the side.

"Oh, haven't gotten to him yet, have you? Oh...right. No need for him yet."

The girl crossed her arms, her bottom lip sticking out a little further. "The only Robin I know is the worst boy alive! He teases me and pulls my hair! I hate him."

"Does he? Well, I'm sure he doesn't hate you."

"I'm sure he does. He's always calling me names…him and his horrid servant boy. Always trying to make me leave just when they're about to have fun. He says girls can't do what boys do."

"Tell you what, next time he says that to you, you tell him that girls are just as special as boys, alright?"

Her eyes widened. "You really think that?"

"I most certainly do."

"I've never met someone like you before."

"And I've never met a little girl as plucky as you. How old are you?"

"Eight, and I'm not little."

"Quite right. You're the most grown-up eight-year-old I've ever met. And I've met a lot of eight-year-olds."

A loud, whirring noise made the girl jump. The Doctor didn't need to figure out what was making the commotion…it was the Tardis. And she wanted some attention.

"What was that?" the girl asked as she stepped in the direction of the noise.

"That? Oh…that's me. I do some sort of whistling noise with my mouth sometimes. Bad habit…wait...little girl…hold on!"

"I'm not little!" she called back as she ran in the direction of the Tardis. It was out of sight at the moment, but he knew that she would eventually find it the further she went.

The Doctor ran after her, surprised at her agility. "Oh, to be young again," he muttered, out of breath. When he caught up to her, he found her standing stock-still…in front of the Tardis, her mouth opened even wider than before.

"What's that?" she whispered.

"It's…ummm…my carriage!"

"That's the strangest carriage I've ever seen. It's so small!"

"Well, it's actually bigger-"

"Marian!"

The Doctor and the girl both turned at the sound of the masculine voice.

"Oh no, I have to go!" she said quickly as she turned back.

"Marian...is that your name?"

"Yes!" she called out over her shoulder. "But I really have to go. My father wants me. I'm sorry!"

"No, no. Don't be sorry. Better go see what your father wants." The Doctor waved. Marian came to a grinding halt and glanced back.

"Will I see you again?"

The Doctor grinned. "Would you like to?"

Marian hesitated. "Yes."

"Then you just might. Oh, and Marian. Remember what I told you…about that Robin boy. Don't let him bully you. He might just be an important man someday…but he needs your help."

"Him, important? Never!" she said, scrunching her nose in disgust.

"Marian!" her father's voice called out again.

Marian jumped. "Sorry, have to go! Goodbye!" And just like that, she was gone, without a second look.

"Huh, how about that," the Doctor said. "I just met Maid Marian."

So...should I continue? I'm excited to hear your thoughts! :)