A/N: My first WHR fanfic. I actually forgot I'd written it, and just found it on my computer. I hope you guys don't think it's too terrible.

Unfortunately, I don't own WHR. And Rinse is a Vanessa Carlton song. Be glad it's not one of mine. When I sing, all three of my dogs leave the room.

Oh. And this fic takes place while Robin and Amon were driving to that warehouse in eppie 14.

Rinse

By Yuriko Tsukino

she'd do anything to sparkle in his eye
she would suffer, she would fight, and compromise
she's been wishin' on the stars that shine so bright
for answers to the questions that will haunt her tonight

His jaw line was so straight, so strong. Her fingers itched to touch the stubble on his chin. His bangs fell across his left eye, the only one she could see from this angle, obscuring it from view. Those gorgeous grey eyes. She loved everything about him; the curve of his ears, his angular profile, the arch of his eye brows. She loved the way he was so steady, unmoving in an ever changing world. She didn't even mind the way he spoke to her. The way he could be so harsh. Somehow, deep down, she knew that it wasn't meant to sound as cruel as it did.

she must rinse this all away
she can't hold him this way
she must rinse this all away
she can't love him this way

Robin turned away suddenly. She was staring again. She clenched her hands in her lap. She shouldn't be doing this. Shouldn't care this way. There were a thousand reasons why. One. She was raised as a nun. She wasn't supposed to have these kinds of feelings for anyone. Two. He was her partner. It was supposed to be a strict, business-only relationship. Three. Amon was twenty-five; ten years her senior. She was a child to him. Not to mention the fact that it was probably illegal. Four. Amon didn't love anyone, so far as she could see. Didn't care for anyone. Five. He was a hunter; so was she, for the time being. But she was also a craft user. His last partner had been a craft user. She had been hunted; killed. What if the same happened to her? What if Amon was the one that was supposed to hunt her?

how she'd be soothed, how she'd be saved if he could see
she needs to be held in his arms to be free
but everything happens for reasons that she will never understand
'til she knows the heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man

There was only one problem. Her heart didn't know the meaning of "supposed to." It knew only what it felt. And it wanted more than anything to reach out to him, to love him openly and be loved in return. Was that really so much to ask? If only she could say what she felt without risking everything. If she told him how she felt, the overwhelming possibility was that he would reject her. He wouldn't trust her after that; of this, Robin was sure. She would be even more childlike in his eyes. A stupid child. One that would be a liability on a hunt. One that he wouldn't want to be around at all.

and if she runs away she fears she won't be followed
what could be the worse than leaving something behind
and as the depth of oceans slowly become shallow
it's loneliness she finds...
if only he was mine

If only she had someone to confide in. Most girls her age had best friends that they whispered secrets to; they stayed up until all hours of the night, giggling, planning ways to be noticed by the boys they liked.

But Robin had never been the type to confide in anyone. She had no best friend, and she stayed up until all hours of the night hunting her own kind, and trying not to stare or dream about the man beside her.

she'd do anything to sparkle in his eye
she would suffer, she would fight, and compromise
she's been wishin' on the stars that shine so bright
for answers to the questions that will haunt her tonight

If only there was some way that she could show him she cared, without making a fool of herself. If only there was some way that he could possibly feel the same.

Robin fought back a sigh. She should find something else to think about. Anything. The hunt. Yes.

The image of Amon pointing his orbo gun at her flashed through her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut.

she must rinse him
she must rinse him
she can't rinse him
she can't rinse him
she can't, she won't, she must rinse him
she can't, she won't, she must rinse him
she must rinse this all away
she can't hold him this way
she must rinse this all away
she can't love him this way

"Are you alright?" Amon asked. He pulled over, putting his car in park.

"Uh-" Robin nodded, her head snapping up quickly. She needed to stop feeling and start thinking. They were at the warehouse where they were supposed to find the witch. She needed to be extra careful now; they were the only ones on this mission, and the warehouse was large.

Amon opened his door, climbing out, and cautiously approached the metal door of the warehouse. Robin followed his lead. He glanced back at her, to make sure she was ready, then opened the door.