Chapter Four – Memories
A/N: I know that the chapter title is pretty self-explanatory, but FYI, it happened in the first days after the Factory collapsed.
Amon was finally awake. The room was definitely not what he had been expecting to see. But then, what had he been expecting to see? Heaven? Hell? He looked around at the lavishly decorated room until he spotted Robin, bent over slightly as she typed on the laptop in the corner. Pain shot through his head when he tried to sit up, and he let out a muffled groan. Robin stopped typing and turned to him.
"You're awake? You should have said something. You probably shouldn't be trying to get up yet, you'll still be sore."
Amon simply stared around him in confusion. "How did I get here? What happened at the Factory?"
Robin looked away, biting her lip. "It collapsed on us almost a week ago. We got very lucky."
"But what is this place?"
"I have an old friend – a doctor here. You've been sleeping for a while, but for most of the time you were in kind of a stupor. You had a pretty high fever."
Amon studied her relieved expression. "What was wrong with me?"
"You had a cut on your arm and a bad concussion. That's why I'm fine now. I woke up with you on top of me. I had to burn the way out."
Amon closed his eyes, slightly abashed at the thought of Robin being the one to save him, and not the other way around. He heard a moment of silence before Robin turned back to her typing.
Robin's doctor friend was quite a few years younger than Amon had expected. The man couldn't be much older than himself, which made Amon wonder just what kind of a doctor the man was.
"You just need to rest for a while, so you and Robin will be here until you can move again," he said. Amon looked at him blankly.
"I can move just fine."
The doctor looked at him reproachfully. "Not without reopening your arm. Your head might be fine, but it your arm gets infected again, Robin can't do a thing to help you."
Amon stiffened at the doctor's reference to the fact that he and Robin would be together after this. What had Robin told him? "Who are you?"
The doctor looked at him strangely. "I thought Robin told you."
"She didn't tell me a name."
"Andrew Reiker."
Amon nodded. "Amon."
"Just Amon? What about a last name?"
"Not since I joined the STN-J."
"And how long ago was that?"
"Why does it matter?"
Reiker put up his hands. "Forget I asked."
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^Three days later...*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Amon donned his coat for the first time in days. He watched Robin and Andrew Reiker out of the corner of his eye. Robin laughed at something Andrew said and shook her head sadly, gesturing to Amon. Andrew grabbed her hand gently and put it to his cheek. He slipped an arm around her waist.
Amon turned to face them, filled with an emotion he couldn't remember feeling before: jealousy. Robin pushed Andrew away, and looked at Amon expectantly. Amon nodded at her, and turned to leave, knowing Robin would follow him. But the scene between Robin and Andrew burned in the back of his mind.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^(A/N: this is sometime before they rejoined the STN-J)
The phone rang at nearly midnight. Robin answered the call even though it had woken up Amon as well.
"Hello? Andrew...it's late...you know how Amon is...make this quick...what—you can't drag us into this...you know how Amon is..."
Amon stood behind Robin as she listened to Andrew for a second. Robin's voice softened. "I'll do whatever I can...don't call me this late again. Good night." She hung up the phone with a defeated expression.
"What did he want?" Amon asked. Robin ignored him. She sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands. "Why do I always let him tell me what to do?" she murmured. "He's going to get me killed."
Amon sat down beside her. "That doesn't answer my question."
Robin looked at him sadly. "do you remember him mention anything about the Twelve?" Amon nodded. "Well, the Twelve are the leaders of the only real resistance against SOLOMON. They're just powerful witches who help weaker witches hide. SOLOMON only found about them recently.
"They've been looking for a certain Seed. A girl, they don't know much about her except for the fact that she exists. There were two experiments. Project Robin and another one. SOLOMON knew about it, though. They were going to use her against me before Father Juliano took me in.
"They abandoned her the moment they had me. Now they've lost her. The Twelve and SOLOMON are both looking for her. Andrew and a few of his allies don't think that either side should have her. Since he took us in when I showed up on his doorstep, I owe him a favor. A big one. The STN raided his place because of us."
Amon narrowed his eyes. "That's a lot for him to ask."
"No, it's not. I asked him to stay and help you even after he offered to take me to Italy. He wanted me to leave you to take care of yourself and disappear with him in Italy, but I wouldn't go anywhere without you."
Amon looked at her curiously. "Why didn't you leave?"
Robin stiffened and stood abruptly. "What does it matter? It was my decision."
A/N: Sorry, I know, it was a terrible chapter...and short, I know. I had to give a little bit of the backstory that I have in my head that no one else knows. I hope this explains at least a little bit of what's going on, cuz I'm jumping right back into the story when I post the next chapter. I'm just trying my hand at action, which I've never actually done before (so give me a break if it sucks, and let me know if it's all right!)
A/N: I know that the chapter title is pretty self-explanatory, but FYI, it happened in the first days after the Factory collapsed.
Amon was finally awake. The room was definitely not what he had been expecting to see. But then, what had he been expecting to see? Heaven? Hell? He looked around at the lavishly decorated room until he spotted Robin, bent over slightly as she typed on the laptop in the corner. Pain shot through his head when he tried to sit up, and he let out a muffled groan. Robin stopped typing and turned to him.
"You're awake? You should have said something. You probably shouldn't be trying to get up yet, you'll still be sore."
Amon simply stared around him in confusion. "How did I get here? What happened at the Factory?"
Robin looked away, biting her lip. "It collapsed on us almost a week ago. We got very lucky."
"But what is this place?"
"I have an old friend – a doctor here. You've been sleeping for a while, but for most of the time you were in kind of a stupor. You had a pretty high fever."
Amon studied her relieved expression. "What was wrong with me?"
"You had a cut on your arm and a bad concussion. That's why I'm fine now. I woke up with you on top of me. I had to burn the way out."
Amon closed his eyes, slightly abashed at the thought of Robin being the one to save him, and not the other way around. He heard a moment of silence before Robin turned back to her typing.
Robin's doctor friend was quite a few years younger than Amon had expected. The man couldn't be much older than himself, which made Amon wonder just what kind of a doctor the man was.
"You just need to rest for a while, so you and Robin will be here until you can move again," he said. Amon looked at him blankly.
"I can move just fine."
The doctor looked at him reproachfully. "Not without reopening your arm. Your head might be fine, but it your arm gets infected again, Robin can't do a thing to help you."
Amon stiffened at the doctor's reference to the fact that he and Robin would be together after this. What had Robin told him? "Who are you?"
The doctor looked at him strangely. "I thought Robin told you."
"She didn't tell me a name."
"Andrew Reiker."
Amon nodded. "Amon."
"Just Amon? What about a last name?"
"Not since I joined the STN-J."
"And how long ago was that?"
"Why does it matter?"
Reiker put up his hands. "Forget I asked."
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^Three days later...*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^
Amon donned his coat for the first time in days. He watched Robin and Andrew Reiker out of the corner of his eye. Robin laughed at something Andrew said and shook her head sadly, gesturing to Amon. Andrew grabbed her hand gently and put it to his cheek. He slipped an arm around her waist.
Amon turned to face them, filled with an emotion he couldn't remember feeling before: jealousy. Robin pushed Andrew away, and looked at Amon expectantly. Amon nodded at her, and turned to leave, knowing Robin would follow him. But the scene between Robin and Andrew burned in the back of his mind.
*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^(A/N: this is sometime before they rejoined the STN-J)
The phone rang at nearly midnight. Robin answered the call even though it had woken up Amon as well.
"Hello? Andrew...it's late...you know how Amon is...make this quick...what—you can't drag us into this...you know how Amon is..."
Amon stood behind Robin as she listened to Andrew for a second. Robin's voice softened. "I'll do whatever I can...don't call me this late again. Good night." She hung up the phone with a defeated expression.
"What did he want?" Amon asked. Robin ignored him. She sat down on the couch and put her head in her hands. "Why do I always let him tell me what to do?" she murmured. "He's going to get me killed."
Amon sat down beside her. "That doesn't answer my question."
Robin looked at him sadly. "do you remember him mention anything about the Twelve?" Amon nodded. "Well, the Twelve are the leaders of the only real resistance against SOLOMON. They're just powerful witches who help weaker witches hide. SOLOMON only found about them recently.
"They've been looking for a certain Seed. A girl, they don't know much about her except for the fact that she exists. There were two experiments. Project Robin and another one. SOLOMON knew about it, though. They were going to use her against me before Father Juliano took me in.
"They abandoned her the moment they had me. Now they've lost her. The Twelve and SOLOMON are both looking for her. Andrew and a few of his allies don't think that either side should have her. Since he took us in when I showed up on his doorstep, I owe him a favor. A big one. The STN raided his place because of us."
Amon narrowed his eyes. "That's a lot for him to ask."
"No, it's not. I asked him to stay and help you even after he offered to take me to Italy. He wanted me to leave you to take care of yourself and disappear with him in Italy, but I wouldn't go anywhere without you."
Amon looked at her curiously. "Why didn't you leave?"
Robin stiffened and stood abruptly. "What does it matter? It was my decision."
A/N: Sorry, I know, it was a terrible chapter...and short, I know. I had to give a little bit of the backstory that I have in my head that no one else knows. I hope this explains at least a little bit of what's going on, cuz I'm jumping right back into the story when I post the next chapter. I'm just trying my hand at action, which I've never actually done before (so give me a break if it sucks, and let me know if it's all right!)