Disclaimer: I don't own any of the BBC Robin Hood characters.

Rating: T (for language)

Summary: A strict head teacher, a cruel head of year, and a nasty Guy Gisborne make life in the sixth form difficult for our favourite gang of outlaws. AU Robin/Marian Will/Djaq Much/Eve

Author's Note: I started writing this just for fun really, basing it on my own experiences as a sixth former in Nottingham. A lot of things that happen actually happened at my school; for example, we got a new head teacher who tried to impose a lot of the rules that happen in this. He wasn't quite so evil or successful though! I wasn't sure whether or not to post it as there are so many great school fics out there. I decided I would, and I hope you like it.


Chapter 1: Not a good start to the year

If there was one thing in the world Marian Fitzwalter hated, it was being late. Even worse was not having enough time to get ready before she was due to be somewhere. Unfortunately for her, her worst nightmare came true on the morning of her first day at the Oak Tree Comprehensive Sixth Form.

"Marian?" Edward Fitzwalter knocked on his only daughter's bedroom door before poking his head into the bedroom. "Marian? You need to get up, sweetheart."

A tousled head emerged from the duvet and a pair of sleepy blue eyes blinked at him. "Mmm?" the girl mumbled.

"It's quarter past eight Marian, time to get up."

"It's…what?!" The girl sat up in a panic, pushing her tangled curls out of her face and looking at her alarm clock wildly. "Damn!"

"Language!" Edward admonished gently.

"Sorry dad, I set my alarm for 6am! I wanted ages to get ready, but I'm supposed to be meeting Eve in fifteen minutes to walk to school."

"Do you want a lift?"

Marian smiled gratefully at her father. "Thanks, dad."

Edward left the room and Marian jumped out of bed, flinging her wardrobe door open and pawing frantically through her clothes as she cursed under her breath. So much for having two hours to wash her hair, get dressed, put her make up on and eat breakfast! The brilliant thing about sixth form was that students were allowed to wear their own clothes instead of uniform; the bad thing was that she had to choose the perfect outfit for her first day.

After throwing on her best pair of jeans and a long-sleeved green top she grabbed a hairbrush and began brushing her hair with one hand, reaching for her mobile with the other. Flipping the phone open she found the number for her friend Eve and pressed dial.

"Hey…yeah, not bad…I overslept, this is so not a good start to the year. Dad's giving me a lift, pick you up at the end of the road in ten minutes? Okay, cool. See you in a mo."

She hung up, finished brushing her hair and quickly put on some mascara and a layer of lip gloss before pulling on a brown cardigan and brown boots. Running down the stairs and into the kitchen she smiled as she saw a bowl waiting for her on the kitchen table, containing a Weetabix with sultanas and bananas arranged in the shape of a smiley face.

"Just like mum used to make." She smiled sadly at her father, who was sitting sipping a cup of tea, before splashing milk into her bowl and devouring the breakfast.

A few minutes later they had picked up Eve and the car was drawing to a halt outside the gates of Oak Tree Comp. Kissing her father goodbye Marian scrambled out of the car, slinging her bag over one shoulder. As the car drove away she looked at Eve who was standing beside her.

"Back to the grindstone," Marian said with a sigh. "Remind me why we chose further education?"

"Oh come on Marian, you know you can ace A Levels without even studying! And remember, we're sixth formers now, top of the food chain." Marian laughed and linked her arm through that of her friends as they began the walk up the drive to the school.

"I suppose today will be okay," Marian said. "Just the morning for orientation and back to bed this afternoon."

Eve nodded. "So what's going on with your dad?" she asked.

Marian sighed. "I told you we got that new head teacher, right?" Eve nodded. "Well, he offered my dad voluntary redundancy, so he took it."

"Why, though? He was a great teacher."

"Yeah but my dad reckons he wanted a new head of sixth form. He's appointed some rich git from down south, sounds like a bit of a muppet. Dad's still on the board of governors." Marian raised her hand to wave to a friend as they reached the school building.

"Do you know his name?"

"What, the head of sixth form? Mr Valey…Mr Vacant…something like that." She waved her hand vaguely.

"Mr Vacant?" Eve repeated with a snigger. Marian elbowed her playfully as they climbed the stairs to their registration room.

Sitting at the teacher's desk was a tall, imposing looking man with a big beard. He looked up at the girls as they entered but didn't smile, and Marian felt Eve nudge her as they walked to the back of the room and sat down.

Once the room was vaguely full the teacher stood up. "Good morning. I'm Mr. Little, some of you may know me as a History teacher here at the school. Now, I'm not really bothered what you do during registration as long as you show up and listen to me when I tell you the obvious things, like no hiding in the dumpsters and no sex in the toilets." His words garnered a few laughs from the students and he proceeded to take the register, before handing out timetables.

They spent the first period checking their timetables and going through some start of term notices before Mr. Little announced that they had to go to assembly. His announcement received the expected groans before the class clattered down the stairs, following him to the assembly hall.

XX

Allan A Dale was late. That was nothing new, so Will Scarlett wasn't worried as he sat waiting for his friend on a wall at the end of his street. His long legs dangled against the graffitied brick work, Converse trainers swinging back and forth as he kicked his heels at the wall.

It was strange, Will thought as he waited, that he was friends with Allan A Dale at all. They were polar opposites in many ways; he was almost painfully shy, polite, studious, whilst Allan was extrovertly confident, cheeky, and had only just scraped the grades required to be admitted to the sixth form. He had only chosen to stay at Oak Tree because Will was there, and because it meant putting off real life for another two years.

He had been best friends with Allan since he was four, and couldn't remember the first time he had met him. In his memory, Allan had always been there, impossible to get rid of and always hanging around like a bad smell. Not that Will minded; he didn't know quite what he would do without Allan.

His mother had told him the story of how they had met many times, laughing at the anecdote. On his first day at primary school she had kissed little Will goodbye and he had watched her leave with sad eyes, lower lip trembling. As he stood there another boy, with a tangle of blonde hair and flashing blue eyes, had barreled into him and told him to stop being such a baby, before grabbing his book bag and running off with it. Allan had spent that first day sticking his tongue out at Will at every chance he got, but by afternoon playtime he had broken his favourite toy truck. Will fixed it for him, and that was it.

It had been the same ever since; Allan teasing, laughing at him when he stuttered whilst talking to girls and trying to make him stand up for himself, whilst Will fixed all of Allan's mistakes and picked up his mess. That didn't mean it was a one-sided friendship; they relied on each other, and Will was eternally grateful for his friendship. Allan was handsome and funny, could have been part of the popular crowd at the comprehensive and left Will to sit in the corner doodling in his sketch book, but he hadn't. He had stayed at Will's side since day one and the two were inseparable.

Apart from when Allan was late, which happened with irritating regularity.

As if he had summoned Allan by thinking about him, the boy in question jogged around the corner, shooting Will one of his lopsided grins in greeting. Will sighed and jumped down from the wall, slinging his bag over his body and falling into step beside his friend.

"Sorry about this, mate. Dad was…"

"It's alright, I understand," Will replied quietly. He had feared as much; Allan's dad was not the most reliable of parents. In fact, irresponsible and wild as Allan was when with his friends, he was more like the adult at home.

"Sixth form, Will! We're going up in the world!" Allan gloated, changing the subject from one of sadness to one of silliness as only Allan could. "Just think, all those little minions will be running around in their blazers kissing the feet of the teachers whilst we're lazing around in the common room."

"We have to go to class too," Will reminded his friend.

"Yeah, but we get free periods! And a common room!" Allan slung an arm around his friend's shoulders. "I have a good feeling about this year. It's going to be awesome."

Before long they were at the school, slouching in seats at the back of their registration room. Just before the teacher entered an unfamiliar boy swaggered into the room, with untidy blonde hair and a disinterested expression that was a study in nonchalance. Allan nudged Will with a grin as the boy walked to the back of the room and slumped into a seat in front of them.

"Something funny?" the boy asked, twisting round in his seat. Will shook his head but Allan just smirked at the newcomer.

"Only your face," he commented, the smile still playing at his lips.

With a growl the boy launched himself towards Allan, just as their registration tutor walked in and shouted at him to calm down. The boy collapsed back into his seat and glowered at Allan.

Will elbowed his friend and offered a hand to the new boy. "I'm Will."

The boy sneered at the greeting, but Will kept eye contact with him, his hand steady. After a long pause the boy grasped his hand and shook it. "Roy."

"You're new, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Went to Greendale Comp, they don't have a sixth form. Wish I didn't have to come to this crap hole, but my mum wants me to do A Levels."

"It's not so bad here," Will reassured him.

"It's a school, ain't it?" Roy retorted.

Allan sniggered, and both Will and Roy looked at him in surprise. "I'm Allan," he said, offering his hand to Roy. Neither of them noticed Will smiling to himself.

The boys sat chatting through the first period of sixth form orientation until they were summoned to the assembly. Allan led Will and Roy into the back row, collapsing into a seat and putting his feet up against the chair in front of him. The blonde girl sitting on the chair turned round and glared at him. Allan responded with one of his winning grins and a wink, and chuckled to himself as the blonde turned round again, her pale skin tinged with pink.

"Hey, who's that?" he asked, nudging Will. Will looked up at the stage at the front of the hall and frowned. Instead of Mr. King, the head teacher, there was a younger man with a sterner face.

"No idea," Will whispered back. "He's new, too." He pointed at a different teacher, lurking in the shadows at the edge of the stage. He looked short and rotund, but he couldn't make out the strangers features.

The man standing in the centre of the stage cleared his throat loudly and the students in the hall gradually settled down, whispered conversations ending as they turned to look at the newcomer.

"Good morning," he boomed, his voice echoing around the quiet hall. "I am Mr. Prince. Most of you won't know this but I am taking over the headship for this year."

"Where's Mr King?" a voice piped up in front of the stage.

"He is…indisposed," the new head rumbled. "Personal reasons. Now, the other important personnel change this year is your head of sixth form. Unfortunately Mr. Fitzwalter has chosen to retire early." His announcement was met with a groan; Mr. Fitzwalter was popular with the students. "Alright, settle down," Mr. Prince continued. "In his place I have appointed Mr. Vaysey."

The man who had been lurking in the shadows stepped out onto the stage and Allan sniggered. "Nice shoes," he muttered to Will, who managed to suppress his smile at the sight of the new teacher's Birkenstocks.

"Good morning, children," Mr. Vaysey greeted them, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. The students immediately bristled at the greeting; it was not a good idea to refer to a room full of sixteen year olds tasting their first independence as children.

"Now, along with the new staff, I have decided on a few other changes," Mr. Prince continued smoothly. "I believe discipline and rules have been lax in this school, and I plan on changing that."

"I don't like the sound of this," Allan whispered to Will, who nodded with a nervous look at his friend.

XX

A few blocks away another new Oak Tree sixth former was running late as well. In stark contrast to Marian, Robin Locksley was not at all bothered by his tardiness. Much like Will and Allan, he expected to be late.

"Robin!" An anxious voice sounded at his bedroom door and Robin laughed.

"Two seconds, Much."

"You said that ten minutes ago!" the voice returned, but its owner turned and padded down the stairs.

Robin grinned at his reflection in the mirror as he finished waxing his hair, and then sprayed on a dose of deodorant. He was glad to have Much; as annoying as the worried voice in his ear often was, he knew he needed the guidance.

Much had been a fixture in his life for as long as he could remember. He had been born just two weeks after Robin and lived next door whilst growing up. His mum had been a single mother, with no family to speak of; she had been excluded from her family when she fell pregnant at sixteen, and Robin's parents had kept an eye out for her and her son. Lucy Miller had died when Much was only nine, and it had seemed perfectly natural for the Locksleys to welcome the boy into their home and raise him as if he were Robin's brother.

Once the boys finished primary school, Robin's father had taken a job in the Middle East, uprooting the family and moving them away. Just a few weeks previously he had been offered a transfer back to England and the family had moved home to Nottingham, so the boys could take A Levels at the school that they would have attended had they not left.

Much was slightly apprehensive about going back, but Robin couldn't wait. There was someone he was looking forward to catching up with.

"Robin!" came Much's exasperated yell from downstairs.

"Alright, alright!" Robin shouted back. He pulled a hoody on, quickly readjusted his hair, and gave himself one last self-satisfied look in the mirror before leaving his room and taking the steps two at a time.

"We are so late," Much fussed he hurried Robin out the front door. "We've missed registration, probably most of first period!"

"Relax," Robin replied infuriatingly. "You take life too seriously, Much."

Much continued muttering to himself as the walked down the road towards the school. As they entered the gate a teacher caught sight of them.

"No trespassing please lads," he called to them.

"We're sixth formers," Robin called back.

"We're late," Much added. "Sorry sir."

"You need to get yourselves to the assembly hall, through that door then second door on the right."

"Thank you!" Much called as they followed his instructions.

"Time to make an entrance," Robin declared, a confident grin on his face.

XX

Marian was sitting in the assembly staring at Mr. Prince in horror. He had just reeled off a list of new rules and regulations, the group of students getting more and more restless as he continued.

"And finally," he said firmly, his voice rising above the babble of disquiet. "You all look so messy and uncoordinated sitting in front of me in your baggy jeans and baseball caps. It doesn't make the school look very professional, which has led me to decide to impose school uniform on the sixth form."

"WHAT!" Marian shouted, but her voice was drowned out by the explosion of angry voices in the room. Not wearing uniform was part of the independence and importance of being a sixth former at Oak Tree.

"Quiet!" Mr. Prince shouted, waving his hands and scowling at the students. "Everybody, quiet down, before I give the whole sixth form a detention."

The outraged crowd calmed down slightly, their annoyance subsiding to a bitter mumble. "This is taking the piss," Marian whispered furiously to Eve.

"I can see you're all upset," Mr. Prince continued his speech. "But you must all have your uniforms from last year."

"I burned mine," came a loud voice from the back of the hall. Marian frowned; that voice was somehow familiar. "Or at least I would have done, if I'd been here last year. The uniforms are shit."

Marian twisted in her seat as the rest of the students craned their necks to see who was speaking so disrespectfully, and her mouth dropped open in shock as her eyes landed on the young man lounging against the open door, a cocky grin on his face. He was taller and more muscular than the last time she had seen him, but his arrogant stance was the same.

"Who are you?" Mr. Prince asked, his voice laden with anger at being so publicly challenged.

"Yeah, who is it?" Eve whispered.

Marian narrowed her eyes at the boy. "Robin Locksley," she answered for him.


Author's Note: If you like it, or hate it, or have any questions or suggestions, review and let me know please!