Thank You for your reviews!!! I promise I am building up to the juicy lemon scenes.  Just need to build plot.  I Also revised this chapter a bit to add a bit of detail

I don't own Witch Hunter Robin.  Baibai

Chapter two: Healing

Secretly grateful he made the right choice by going to his brother Amon settled into his seat on the plane as it reached it's cursing altitude.  By the grace of God, since it was a red-eye non stop flight there weren't that many passengers on the flight and none in the first class section where they sat.  Amon glanced at Robin who had fallen into a fitful sleep the moment she was settled in the seat. 

Finding sleep illusive, Amon decided to examine the contents of the envelope Nagira gave him.  Inside were three file folders, a couple of credit cards, and two passports.  There was also information for a newly established bank account and profiles on their new identities.  Foregoing the information on their identities for the moment, Amon began briefing himself on their contact. 

"Amon?" Robin softly cried out gripping his bicep with her pale slender fingers. 

With no consideration to his actions, Amon slid his fingers through her honey gold hair resting the palm of his hand on her ashen pale and clammy cheek.  "Rest now, we have a long flight ahead of us." He murmured to Robin in his usual monotonous tone. 

Slightly dulled emerald locked on to smoldering deep gray before exhausted lids shielded them from view. 

Feeling he had read enough of all the files, Amon began to put everything back in the envelope when a note addressed directly to him form Nagira caught his attention.  With everything but the note put away, Amon began to read growing more concerned with each syllable his eyes took in. 

'Amon,

Indeed after you and Robin disappeared, Solomon did not count you dead especially considering that hey found no sign of your bodies.  Knowing that they would be hunting probably the ultimate witch, they developed a more powerful form of orbo, which in fact slowly kills Witches when they become infected.  Young Robin is dying Amon. 

However, the woman I am sending you to does have the ability to purge the poison from her body saving her.  She will be waiting for you at the gate when your flight arrives at the airport. 

This is all I can do for you for now

Nagira'

Amon folded the note and tucked it in the inner pocket of his jacket then leaned back finally drifting into a light fitful sleep. 

~*~

"…We are now on our final approach O'Hare International Airport.  The weather in Chicago is partly cloudy and a very mild sixty-five degrees…"

Amon slowly opened his eyes when he realized that they were about to land.  After the plane touched down and they were allowed to deplane, Amon gathered Robin and their bag in his arm. 

Considering that it was the beginning of the business day, the international terminal teamed with business travelers as well as tourists either running to catch a flight or casually making their way down to the baggage claim.  

"Mr. Nagira," a woman addressed Amon as he stepped into the terminal. "Mr. Amon Nagira?" she spoke again.  "Or is it…Amon" she whispered softly so only he could hear

Amon turned and looked at woman addressing him by his real name.  "Rose Dewitt I presume?"

A rather robust woman of obvious African-American heritage in her late twenties with shoulder length rich chestnut hair and gentle brown eyes stood behind Amon.  "That I am and this must be my patient," she replied looking at the pale slip of a girl Amon supported.  "How long has it been since the initial poisoning?"

"At least forty-eight hours ago,"

"We don't have much time…we need to get her back to my place.  But for now…"Rose touched her index and middle fingers to Robin's forehead, the tips of the appendages glowing for a brief second willing some strength to the infirmed girl. She noticed the single duffel bag resting next to Amon on the floor. "Is that all you brought with you?"  When Amon nodded Rose nodded determined.  "Then lets go."

~*~

After a long drive hindered by traffic, they pulled up to a modest split-level house, the place they would call home for a while.  Without any hesitation on her part, Rose guided Amon to the room she had prepared for he and Robin.  After the young fire witch had been set in bed, Rose began to administer her special herbal treatment for orbo poisoning praying that they were not too late.

Rose worked feverishly through the day, to the twilight, and into the night as she applied herbs to the young witch lying in bed.  After many long tedious hours she finally succeeded in purging Robin's body of the Orbo. 

Robin slowly opened her emerald eyes and slowly began to take in her surroundings. "Where…am I?" she whispered, softly.  The last two days had been a blur to the young fire witch seeing as the last thing she remembered was a sharp pain to her lower back and Amon's eyes locked to hers as he held her tight.

Rose looked up from the bowl of fresh cool water on the bedside table.  "Hmm, Well hello little fire witch," she smiled gently at Robin.  "Welcome back to the land of the living."

Robin's gaze found the source of the voice as her eyes locked on to the older black woman who's hair was, at that moment, tied in the confines of a bright purple scarf.  A few wispy tendrils framed her round friendly face. "Where am I?" she asked almost sleepily.  "Where's Amon?"

"I'll go get him for you," Rose smiled before she left the room

Perhaps it was a bad idea for him to have a drink considering it did nothing to settle his nerves.  "She'll live Amon…in fact, she's awake and asking for you." Rose addressed the grim figure sitting at the dining room table staring into the glass of scotch before him. 

Without a nod of acknowledgement, Amon rose from the table and headed upstairs to "their" room. 

In the room Robin sat up in the bed dressed in a light cotton shift and her long silky honey hair framing her still pale face.  "Amon…where are we?"

"Don't worry about all that right now, you need to worry about recovering." He replied.

Once again emerald locked on to steel gray this time with a bit of their old spark.  "Please…tell me what happened?  I need to know."

"You were shot by a hunter.  Solomon is using a new type of orbo bullets that are fatal to seeds and witches.  Nagira made arrangements to go into hiding here in Chicago with the woman who purged the poison from your body and is treating you."

Robin folded her slender hands together in her lap.  "How long will we stay here?"

"Until things cool down considerably in Japan"

"I see."

"You need to rest now." Amon said with a finality meaning there would be no more discussion this night.