Set just after Will returns to the camp after the sheriff releases him

This is my first story, so let me know what you think!

**DISCLAIMER **
I own none of the characters from the film, I have merely borrowed them for a time.

Will leant his forehead against his brother's shoulder, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

His legs trembled uncontrollably, and he fought to hold back the whimpers he felt building in his throat as the emotions threatened to overwhelm him completely. Robin's fingers tracing soothing circles on the back of his neck were the only thing that kept him grounded. He clamped his eyes shut and knotted his hands even tighter into Robin's shirt, wishing the spectators would disappear with every fibre of his being.

Robin chatted light-heartedly with the other merry men, to all intents and purposes seeming to take this newest shocking announcement in his stride, but inside, his heart felt like it was about to break in two. He was devastated and overjoyed, mortified and awestruck all at once. He clung to Will, feeling like the only thing keeping him sane was the fact that his little brother (LITTLE BROTHER?!), shaking like a leaf in his arms, needed him. He tangled his fingers through Will's hair, absent-mindedly caressing gentle circles over his neck, the repetitive action helping to quiet his own agitated thoughts.

Eventually, the small party disbanded, the weary foresters leaving to tend to preparations for the rescue of their fellows. The brothers stood awkwardly in the clearing, each afraid to move and break the spell. As he lifted his hand to brush a tear from his cheek, the elder of the pair realised his palm was stained red. Robin quietly cursed, realising with a start that Will's trembling wasn't just due to the emotional turmoil of the last few minutes. He had wounds that needed treating. "Will?" he whispered gently. Then a little louder, "Will?"

Will shook his head, his forehead pressed firmly against Robin's chest. It was too much. It was all too much. He couldn't take it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realised his brother had lifted him protectively into his arms.

A small sound escaped from the younger Locksley as Robin carried him carefully towards his hut. A heart wrenching, keening noise that ripped at his innermost being. Unable to bear it, Robin dropped to his knees by a large, ragged oak, pulling his brother fully into his lap. The small figure shook with intensifying sobs, curling in on himself in his brother's arms. Robin's tears streamed down his face to join Will's as he rocked him gently, unable to speak, unable to do anything other than cling to the boy that he had all but hated mere hours ago. Who now felt so indescribably precious. He had a brother.

He had a family.