Disclaimer: I do not own the series or characters… I do however take full advantage of the first amendment and my right to freedom of speech or in this case of satire… whichever. This takes place after the series ends… so if you haven't seen the end of the series you might… be a little lost, but overall you can read it without seeing the whole series… but why deny yourself the simple pleasure of it all. Enjoy

She moaned softly, groaning as the pain settled across her body. She felt as if something was weighing her down, holding her flat against the ground. She opened her eyes, startled by the darkness, her eyes widening in fear as someone above her groaned. She turned slightly, shaking her head as a strand of hair tickled her nose.

"Don't move," a deep voice growled and Robin felt the corners of her lips turn up in a smile. "Amon," she sighed, her heart fluttered slightly in relief that they had both survived the collapse.

"Are you all right," he inquired as he pushed himself up away from her body, shaking the rubble from as his back. Every breath he took sent pains up and down his sides and he knew beyond a doubt that at least a few of his ribs were broken. He cursed softly as he tried to move his left leg… great, just what he needed, a broken reminder of his foolish attempt at chivalry. He felt Robin sit up with him and he pushed her back down roughly, " I said don't move!" He scanned the darkness for signs of movement and when he saw none he rolled to the side, leaning his head back against the debris.

Robin sat up as Amon rolled to the side and crawled over to him. She could sense the pain he was in and heard it in every sharp intake of breath. She found it hard to believe that in the last moment, with the building falling all around them, he had pulled her beneath him in an effort to keep her from harm, "Amon," she whispered, "how bad is it?" She waited for an answer from the difficult man beside her, unsurprised when she heard none. She knew he wouldn't be so quick to voice any weakness in front of her. So she scooted closer, her mind searching the wreckage for something safe to light aflame so as to see the damage he refused to voice. She found nothing suitable and sighed. She held her hand out, palm curved up slightly, smiling when a controlled flame sent light throughout the room. She had to be careful to keep the flames steady so as not to burn Amon or herself.

Amon closed his eyes as light filled the room, opening them slightly to see Robin's soft features. "What," he coughed slightly groaning loudly as his broken ribs protested the movement, " what are you doing Robin?" She was silent and he felt her probing stare as she examined him beneath the firelight. When her silence became too much to bear he grunted, "How bad is it?"

Robin bit her lip as she witnessed what protecting her had cost him. His leg was bent at an unnatural angle, his clothing torn and covered with dirt and blood and face was swollen and bruised. She could tell by the way he was moving and the soft way he moaned with each breath that his ribs were broken. His voice broke through her thoughts and her eyes found his as he glared up at her. She almost smiled, he was so stubborn and determined and… she stopped. She had long ago decided against thinking of him in that way… it did nothing but distract and that wasn't something she needed to feel for someone determined to kill her. Then again, for someone so determined to end her life, he sure was in the habit of saving her. "Stay still," she whispered letting her fire die, she knelt at his side and slowly slid her hands over his torso.

Amon frowned. This was unlike her, to touch him like this… so familiar, so soft, as if she was searching for something. "What are you doing Robin," he sighed, thrown out of his element by this uncharacteristic show of concern. "Shh," he heard her whisper and he closed his eyes as a strange warmth spread across his body. He shuddered as the pain subsided and he relaxed his body as her soft touch and her powers washed over him. He hadn't known she was capable of healing anyone, least of all him but he was grateful… as grateful as he would allow himself to feel towards a witch. He was shaken from his thoughts as he felt her small hands moving down his hip and over his thighs. "Hey," he growled and attempted to scoot away, the pain in his leg caused him to cry out.

Robin stopped in alarm. "What is it Amon," she whispered, " Did I hurt you?" She looked at him and was surprised when he pushed her hands away from his leg. "Don't touch me," he growled, " at least not there." She scowled in puzzlement and then realized where her hands had been and blushed a bright pink. "I'm… I'm sorry, I didn't realize I…" she let her voice trail off as he waved his hand. "Never mind Robin," he growled and she clenched her hands in her lap, waiting for an ok to continue. She waited for a moment and then dared to look at him. He was staring at her, the look on his face soft. She watched him lay his head back on the ground. She took this as a cue to continue and slowly slid her hand down to his leg, her concentration bringing beads of sweat to form above her upper lip as she worked to mend the break in his leg. She has just finished when his deep voice signed softly. "I'm sorry… I forget how innocent you are." She looked up in surprise and bit her lip as he sat up.

Amon groaned as he brought himself to a sitting position, his body was still stiff from lying in one position for too long but he sat amazed of the lack of pain. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and closed his eyes in defeat. "Thank you," he said softly and glanced to see her face contort in surprise. He almost smiled at that. She really was innocent and young and… beautiful. He had given up trying not to admit his attraction to her. He had been drawn to her since day one and had despaired at understanding how he, who hated witches above all others, should want one; especially this one. He shook his head slightly. Now was not the time for thinking such thoughts, now was the time for action. He was unsure how long they had been trapped in the wreckage but he was sure their air supply wouldn't last forever. He looked over at her. "We need to find a way out, or make a way out.. we can't remain here for too much longer."

Robin was startled from her thoughts by the command and stood up slowly. She cupped her hand again and cradled the flames so that they could see and together she and Amon began to search for a way out. As they tiptoed through the debris they stepped over the bodies of past witches. It was creepy, like something out of a horror movie but the quietness of their enclosure was comforting in some small ways and the tedious work did much to quiet her mind. They had started in opposite directions and as they neared one another, Robin sighed. So she would have to make a way out. She looked at the wall and then at Amon. She raised her hand towards the wall and concentrated her powers. Her hand shuddered as her power gathered and then as quickly as it had pooled, she let it go. The wall burst open and Robin sighed as she felt her body go limp. She felt arms around her and she gave into the darkness.

Amon caught the girl as she fainted and picked her up in one smooth motion. He held her close as he stepped towards the exit she had made for them. He knew not where he should take her. It was too dangerous on the outside for the both of them and there was no going back to the STN-J. She was the most powerful witch in the world and he… his powers had not awakened but he had once been a hunter and knew the world would not let him live. Then where… where could they go? His mind raced to find an answer as he saw how low the moon was set and the lightness of the night sky. He looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms and sighed. He would take them below ground for now; he would re-visit the dwelling of Lazarus, where he had hidden months before. It had served him then and it would serve him now.

Robin moaned softly, her stomach growled softly as she opened her eyes. The first thing that hit her was the smell. The smell was musty and damp and she could not place it easily. She opened her eyes slowly and shivered. Her clothing was damp and wet but the room was warm and bathed in candlelight. The walls were of stone and could have belonged to any building in the city. "Amon," she whispered, hoping he had not abandoned her as he had done in the past time and time again. "Amon," she cried out a little louder, fear setting in as to where he could be. Her eyes searched the room and she stifled a small scream as she leaned against something warm behind her.

She turned and looked in awe at the man she had once called partner was laid beside her on the hard floor. Robin could only stare. He had shed his torn jacket, vest and shirt and had set them in the corner near the candles to dry. His head was turned to the side, his long black hair covering the right half, his skin glowing in the candlelight. She could only stare as his chest rose up and down in rhythm to his steady breathing. He was… beautiful. That was the only word Robin could think to describe him. She blushed slightly. She had never been this close to him before, not like this and yet she was mesmerized. She had dreamed of seeing him like this and yet was almost afraid to see him in such a state. She knew she would never forget this image of him, frozen in time, like an angel fallen from grace. Her thoughts were poetry and so deep in them was she that she didn't even notice her own hand as it reached for him until she felt his firm flesh beneath it. She jerked away, stunned by her own boldness. She scrambled to her feet and moved against the opposite wall.

Amon stirred in his sleep wondering if he had dreamed it all, wishing it was a dream, wishing to be back in his own bed, in his old life, hunting witches. He sat up suddenly, disappointed to find himself in an unwelcome reality. There was only one thing that existed from his dreams and that was she. Her! Amon growled to himself. He was vexed with his desires and yet his couldn't just walk away. He was bound to her now, his fate and hers had been intertwined for an instant and yet that bond had proven so far to be unbreakable. "Robin," he sighed and turned towards her. She was still damp from the rain that had fallen on them as he had moved them from surface to sewer and in her damp state looked even more childlike than before. He chuckled dryly at that thought. "Robin," he said again," come here… we need to talk."

She backed further away from him. He was so calm and yet she feared her reaction to him. "We can talk like this just fine," she answered sharply, the words coming out more harshly than she had intended. She bit her lip and looked over at him. "Sorry," she whispered and walked over to the pile of rags that had served as a makeshift mattress, and settled herself on the edge of it. She stared at Amon and waited for him to speak.

He sighed and turned his head away from her, staring into the dark corners of the room that refused to be touched by the candlelight. "There will be no safe haven for you now that you have declared your powers," he stated softly, " you will be hunted, you will be followed and it may be a long while until you again are able to find peace." He listened as his words echoed quietly. He waited a moment before continuing, his deep voice echoing softly in the shadows.

"You know I can't stay with you Robin and I can't spare your life. I swore to hunt and I cannot back down from that vow any more than you can back away from your powers. You know the law, those with power shall either hunt or be hunted and I do not see myself as the prey. But I fear my saving you has caused me to be just that. Like you, it would seem I have no place in this world." He paused, turning his head slightly to look at her. She sat there, on the edge of the ragged pile, her knees pulled up to her chest; her arms wrapped around them tightly as she looked down at the ground. She looked lost, sad, and despondent and yet there was a quiet strength that seemed to radiate from her. He turned his head now towards her, startled for a moment by the unshed tears that glistened in her eyes and for a moment he fell silent, lost in their dark depths, barely understanding the words that escaped her pale lips, "then come with me Amon… come with me and be free."

She gasped slightly and looked over at him. She hadn't meant to speak the words aloud. He was right of course; right about everything, even the part about him being unable to regain his place in the world… a place he fought so long and hard to get to. She heard the sadness in his voice and seen the despair as it weighed heavily on his frame. She had seen the flash of surprise in his eyes at her offer and somehow knew that the thought had already crossed his mind once or twice during the night just as she knew all his arguments against it. Robin sat up slightly and crawled slowly towards him, unsure of her movements but somehow feeling as though they were the right thing to do at the time. She moved beside him slowly and raised herself up on her knees. She gently slid her hand over his rough, unshaven cheek, ignoring the heat the flared in his eyes.

She felt as though her body had a mind of its own and she was separate from it to watch the show. She slowly traced her thumb over his lower lip and whispered shyly. "You don't have to go through it alone Amon. Come with me..." The last words were but a whisper as she leaned down and gently kissed him.

Amon stared in shock, unsure of how to react to this new side of Robin. His body had frozen when she slid her hand over his cheek and his blood ran hot as she rubbed her lips against his. Had she been any other woman he would have given into instinct, into loneliness and crushed her to him. But this wasn't any other woman. This was Robin, his partner, she was only a child. His eyes closed half way as his conscious cruelly reminded him that no more was she a child, and that at seventeen she was well aware of the effect she had on him. As he struggled with his thoughts, he gasped as her tongue snaked through his lips and that was the end of rational thought. Amon growled low in his throat and gripped her arms roughly and forced the naïve tongue back into the naïve mouth that covered his and twisted her back against the floor. Fuck this, he thought, two could play this game.

Robin's eyes flung open as she was forced roughly on her back. She had thought him immune to her charms by the frozen way he had remained still when she kissed him, but now she could sense the growing heat between them as Amon assaulted her mouth. She tangled her fingers in his hair and gave into his kiss, for she had dreamed of it too long to be denied. She had always wondered what kissing him would be like and more than once had stopped herself from asking Touko. She gasped as the hands gripping her arms tightened and the hot demanding mouth released hers. She looked up at him as he glared down at her, his breath coming in small pants.

He looked down at her, his body trembling as he fought the need to take. He had to stop this before it got out of hand and yet… he needed this. It had been a long time since Touko, and in truth Robin had been the reason for his breaking things off. His emotions had been in tangles during that time and he needed neither around to distract him but now… now he needed the distraction. He had almost given into it as he lowered his month towards hers again when felt her hand against his chest.

"Amon," she whispered, her voice breaking the mood, as she knew it would. She let him back away from her as she sat up. He had withdrawn completely and stood up abruptly to retrieve his shirt and vest from the corner. She watched him, wondering what was going through his mind. "What are you thinking," she asked softly when the silence became too much to bear. She searched out his eyes in the darkness as she waited for an answer. She saw his lip curl as he turned to hide his sneer of self-loathing. Her heart fell. In that moment he had forgotten her powers and now that he could remember that the woman in front of him was a witch, he couldn't bear the site of her. His stubbornness was absolute as was his hatred and both struck a chord of sadness within her that she couldn't recognize. She felt it then, that crushing knowledge that for once in her life, she truly was alone in this world and her heart swam in the sorrow of it. She turned her head from the one person she wanted to lean on and stood up. "I won't force my company on you anymore Amon," she whispered softly and slowly, she walked towards him, sliding her fingers through his dark hair one last time, as she turned towards the dark underground. She gasped as she felt his hand grip hers, brining her retreat to a halt. She turned towards him, wondering what game he was playing.

Amon softened his grip on the soft hand he held and slowly pulled her back to him. "You have nowhere to go Robin," he said coldly and flung her hand from him. He waited for her to sit beside him once more, relieved in a way when she didn't. He licked his lips slowly, stifling a groan as he tasted her on him again. It has infused itself in his memories and he found the subtle flavor intoxicating, but as overrun with desire as he was, one nagging question remained in his mind… and he wanted an answer to it. He wanted to know the reason behind that kiss. He was fairly certain it had been a first for her and was curious to know why she had bestowed such an honor on him. And… if he was truly honest with himself, he could admit that inside his ego yearned to hear her say that she wanted him, just so he could let go the nagging feeling that her response had been the result of an unnecessary need to comfort him. "Why did you kiss me just now," he inquired as he turned his dark eyes towards her.

Robin looked down at Amon and blushed at the question he had asked. Should she tell him the truth; that she had imagined that very kiss for almost 2 years now. Should she tell him that for some reason her body temperature rose when he was near and she was forever clumsy in his presences because she could think of nothing more than to gauge his closeness, inhale the scent of leather, soap and gunpowder that was distinctly his own, and imagine his tall frame against hers. She blushed even more as her mind raced and instead of voicing the truth; she remained silent, choosing instead to answer his question with one of her own. "Why did you kiss me back," she said shyly and then grew bolder when he looked away. "Why Amon," she teased softly," surely I am nothing but a child in your eyes."

He scowled at her teasing words. True… before that instant she had been a child in his eyes, but her actions had dispelled that notion. Instead she had proven she was a child no more and he saw her as she was… a beautiful woman. He arched his eyebrow and let his eyes turn towards her again, wandering slowly over her hidden body. He knew she had one beneath the modest dress, he had seen that when she had waitressed at Harry's; the sight alone had been burned in his mind and had given him enough sleepless and late night visits to Touko, until virtuosity gave in and he stopped using her as his vessel for desire. He could tell when she had realized what he was doing by the pink stain on her cheeks and he almost laughed. Gods she was an enigma. Wise beyond her years in her craft, yet naïve in emotion… it was little wonder he was drawn to her.

Robin scowled slightly as Amon's eyes slowly moved over her body. She felt unnerved by his bold stare and yet thrilled to have him look at her so. She was immediately ashamed by her thoughts. Being raised in the convent, she had been taught to ignore her desires but she highly doubted the sisters had ever encountered a man such as this. She trembled as a slow heat burned low in her stomach. Her eyes darted to his smooth lips, watching as the tip of his tongue darted out to wet them. That simple movement sent the heat lower and her knees threatened to buckle. She steadied herself against the wall and swallowed hard.

Amon watched her reactions unfold and saw her desire in the way she looked at him. This was futile. They were both adults; they both wanted this… what was stopping him. A dark thought crossed his mind… she was a witch… Amon stood up slowly and walked towards the young girl in front of him. To hell with it, he thought smiling wryly… in the end, so was he.

Author's note: I will update this as I get the chance. This is a fic I started back in the summer and had to put on the back burner because of school. Chapter II is in progress but it may take a little bit of time to finish as I will have to re-acquaint myself with the stories end to get back into the swing of things so to speak. Hope you enjoyed