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RH: Dangerous
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC)
Pairing: Will/Djaq
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Djaq gets what she wants. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
over_look.
"We're going back to England," she says. Will stands in the doorway, looking confused. She's half packed already -- his things and hers, in two bags, light enough to carry as far as they need to go.
"Why?"
"You know we haven't been getting messages from Robin." She shrugs. "So we're going to find out what's wrong."
"It's hardly surprising. Maybe he's just -- "
"I have a bad feeling," she says, like that's the end of the matter, and she tosses him his bag. "Your axe is just outside the door. I think you will need it."
"But you're -- "
Her dark eyes flash. "Yes?" she asks, in a dangerously sweet voice. She's picking up her bag now, carrying it on her shoulder. Her belt -- a little tighter than it used to be despite being a notch or two looser -- has a dagger hanging from it, and she's picking up a bundle that looks suspiciously like a sword.
"Pregnant," he says, knowing it's a bad idea.
"Yes," she says, calmly. "And we're going to England."
"Yes, love," he says, meekly, after a moment.
Pairing: Will/Djaq
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: Djaq gets what she wants. For
over_look."We're going back to England," she says. Will stands in the doorway, looking confused. She's half packed already -- his things and hers, in two bags, light enough to carry as far as they need to go.
"Why?"
"You know we haven't been getting messages from Robin." She shrugs. "So we're going to find out what's wrong."
"It's hardly surprising. Maybe he's just -- "
"I have a bad feeling," she says, like that's the end of the matter, and she tosses him his bag. "Your axe is just outside the door. I think you will need it."
"But you're -- "
Her dark eyes flash. "Yes?" she asks, in a dangerously sweet voice. She's picking up her bag now, carrying it on her shoulder. Her belt -- a little tighter than it used to be despite being a notch or two looser -- has a dagger hanging from it, and she's picking up a bundle that looks suspiciously like a sword.
"Pregnant," he says, knowing it's a bad idea.
"Yes," she says, calmly. "And we're going to England."
"Yes, love," he says, meekly, after a moment.