Disclaimer: No, I do not own Witch Hunter Robin, nor anything associated with it…if I did, do you think I'd waste my time doing this? Hell No! I'd be making more episodes! Of course, what I want to happen would actually happen and I'd be crushing the hope of Robin and anybody who isn't Amon…cause they really do belong together…forever.

Anywho…this is my first Witch Hunter Robin story, and hopefully won't be my last. And hey, does anyone know where I can find more WHR fanfics?…there isn't enough here…we all need to write more WHR fanfics, people! I mean, of course, stories aboutRobin and Amon...Myself included, of course. Well yeah, I've babbled enough. Just let me know if I should even continue. Here goes!

Chapter 1: Escape

Robin now sat in a small, out of the way café, miles away from the factory. Miles away from Amon. She hated herself for not being more forceful, demanding he come too. But she knew even if she had, he would not have listened. And now she sat alone in a corner booth, drinking a cup of coffee, remembering just how close he had been to her. Her booth, right next to the kitchen and perfect for seeing everyone who came in, was just the thing in case she needed to escape again…she blinked back more tears. She knew she couldn't break down with sobs in this quiet little café; knew she couldn't afford to attract attention to herself. And so she calmed herself, praying and taking deep breaths. Robin knew the small place would be closing soon, so she left her money on the table, quietly slipped through the kitchen, and found herself in a back alley with no place to go.

She knew without a doubt that people would be looking for her soon, if they weren't already, and so she set about walking to her "safe" spot. Upon realizing the situation she could possibly be put in, she had made plans. Amon had taught her well. She made friends with the manager of an out of the way hotel, opened up a small savings account that she had been slipping small amounts of money into for some time, and made an 'emergency' plan. It pained her greatly to hide this from Amon, but she knew, he had taught her, to tell no one of solitary escape plans, lest they tell someone. And although she trusted him explicitly, she knew he would not approve of her telling him, no matter what the reason. Now though, she was not so sure it would've even mattered, what with him being…Robin squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, asked God for strength, and hoped for the best.

Tara, her manager friend who worked nights, let her have a room for the night as soon as she saw how exhausted she was. Tara had some idea of the work Robin did and didn't question when her sixteen-year-old friend came into the lobby in the middle of the night looking for a safe place to stay. She had tried to say that she'd pay later, but Tara would have none of it and even made sure the kitchens sent her something in the morning. When Robin woke up, it was much later than her usual early rising and the breakfast Tara had sent up was quite cold but she ate it anyway, deciding against stopping somewhere unnecessary. After taking a long, hot, bath and blow-drying her hair (neglecting to put it in it's normal style), she sat for a few minutes with the bible that practically comes customarily in hotel rooms and meditated. Finally feeling refreshed and relaxed a bit more, she made sure everything was in its place, leaving the room tidier than it was when she went in. Leaving a long letter for Tara at the front desk, she walked out onto the now busy sidewalk and headed for the bank.

After emptying her account, which was quite a sum, she decided to talk with Sam and see what he could do about getting out of the country. Robin had come to enjoy Japan, but knew it was no longer safe for her. Upon seeing Robin's sorrowful eyes, Sam knew immediately what had to be done and they agreed that she would travel to England, posing as an Italian exchange student. Her English as impeccable as her Italian, she saw no reason not to go along with it. She would enjoy talking in Italian to others for a change, after only muttering in it to herself for her stay in Japan. Sam also offered to have his sister go shopping with her, as he thought the dress would attract quite a bit of attention to Robin, which was the last thing she wanted to do. She politely agreed. Though she loved her dress, she knew there were many things that she would have to change to not draw attention to herself. Her clothing was only the beginning.

The shopping was really a rather new experience for Robin and she was glad she'd accepted Sam's offer. His sister, whom everyone called Meg, was very friendly and understood what Robin was going after, not pushing clothing at her that she didn't like. By the time they were done, they had been to more than ten stores and Robin had a completely new wardrobe. Meg had even taken her to get her hair trimmed. She appreciated it very much, and was inclined to stay at Meg's apartment when she offered until it was time for her to go to the airport, a mere two days later. During those two days, Robin had time to adjust to the clothing, and when it came time for her to leave, she was as comfortable as she had ever been in her dress. It was early morning when Meg awoke Robin to get ready. After a quick shower, she changed into a black, flowy skirt that came just past her knees, a dark burgundy turtleneck, topped with a fitted black leather jacket and matching boots. At last, she once again put on her necklace, pulled her hair into a loose pony-tail and slipped on her glasses (she'd taken to wearing them because she knew that SOLOMON knew she didn't like to wear them), she announced she was ready. She was told Sam had come by a little before to pick up all her baggage, so she only carried a small backpack, big enough for a journal, a little snack food, and other various things that Robin had not felt safe leaving in her baggage.

The ride there was comfortably silent and Robin felt that had she stayed in Japan, her and Meg could've been good friends. She had a small instance of misgiving when her passport and such were checked, but quickly renewed her faith in Sam and God. They did not fail her. Once on the plane, she quickly went to her seat, which happened to be a window seat, which Robin liked the best. However, in the back of her mind, she could almost hear Amon…'an aisle seat would be better if you're in a hurry'. She quickly banished the thought, for it was too painful to think of him. Robin was almost certain he had died and the thought caused her so much grief, she began to wonder how deep her feelings went for the silent, brooding man. For when she had first started to notice him, in that light, she was sure it would quickly pass, for she'd never felt it before, and it wasn't that bad. Instead, over time, her feelings only grew for the man and now she wondered to exactly what extent her feelings went to. Casting a glance at the seat beside her, she silently prayed that no one sat there, that the seat was empty.

But alas, her prayer was not answered positively.

Well, that's all folks! For now, anyway. Really, please let me know what you think, anything is welcome. I accept constructive criticism quite well…or so I've been told. Heh…yeah, so let me know what's going on and whether I should continue or not. Really. Love ya,

Dizzy