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Hyde A/N: Thank you to all you reviewers! I'm happy now.

There is actually absolute silence around me as I'm writing this. Amazing. Probably because my little sister is gone to Louisville for the day. That reminds me, I have to make some brownies. What time is it? Oh, I have enough time. Wait, that clock is off. Oh well.

Anyway, now to the story.

"Amon?" A nurse garbed in white called his name. "The doctor will see you now."

Amon got up and followed the nurse to a room where the doctor waited.

"Hello, sir, what seems to be the problem today?"

"I…ah-choo!…have been sick…ah-choo!…and very tired. Ah-choo!"

"Well, the tiredness could just be normal effects from what seems to be a common cold. What kind of tiredness?"

"I fell asleep…ah-choo!…at a nice restaurant while my girlfriend…ah-choo!…was in the powder room. When she woke me up I…ah-choo!…was so tired I apparently…ah-choo!…fell in the bushes."

"Hmm. Have you taken anything for this cold?"

"Cough syrup and…ah…ah…ah…choo!…Benadryl. sniff "

"Well, I can't be for certain, but I bet it was the Benadryl. You should have read the packaging; you would have seen that a side effect of Benadryl is drowsiness."

Amon shot him a Sullen Glare That Chokes All Who Reprimand A Self-Sufficient Person. Which was inconveniently interrupted by another sneeze.

"Did you take more than the recommended dosage?"

Amon shrugged darkly, a feat that only Amon can accomplish without giving a Sullen Glare.

"I took three."

"Only once?"

"Twice."

"In one day?"

"In one evening. snort "

"That would be why you're so tired. Between the overdose and the side effects…"

Amon whipped out his Orbo gun. "Are you…snort…insulting me?"

"N-no. Not at all. Just informing you…"

Amon shook the gun in his face. The doctor got up out of his chair and backed up against the wall. "You madman…what…don't shoot me…"

Amon snorted again, and shook his head, giving a horse-like effect.

"Wait…are you…why are you stalking me? Get away!"

Amon looked darkly puzzled.

"It was you…in the bushes…you madman…Nurse! Nurse! Security!"

Amon growled. "Shut up, or I'll pump you so full of Orbo…"

"Orbo?"

Amon suddenly felt a sneeze coming on. "Ah…ah…ah…" His eyes squinted and he ducked his head. The doctor ran for the door.

"Choo!" Amon finished sneezing and pumped a bullet into the wall next to the door that the doctor had just exited. He growled and gave the door a Sullen Glare That Burns In a Robin-like Way All Doors That Do Not Impede Insulting Doctors. Then he realized that he would be put in jail if he didn't get out of there fast, and he didn't want to explain all this to Zaizen. He dashed out the door and made for the back exit, pushing around squealing and screaming nurses all the way. He gave them all Sullen Glares Reserved For Squealing And Screaming Nurses Who Work For Insulting Doctors And Are Invariably In The Way.

"Mutter mutter mutter…ah-choo!…mutter mutter MUTTER mutter…" Amon walked down the street, wondering where to go and what to do. He supposed he should go find Touko. She was probably either worried or insulted or both. But how to explain without mentioning that he had been taking medicine? He wandered along, first down one street, then another. Suddenly he remembered something. His car was still at the doctor's office. Great. How was he going to get it without getting arrested?

Well, he thought, I'll have to call someone for…no…can't say it…h…he…h…he…lp…

hel…p…help. Who? Karasuma? No, don't trust her not to laugh. Michael? No. Sakaki? Not even a consideration. Doujima? No, don't trust her not to tell.

Suddenly, a thought came to his mind. Robin. She already knows about the cold. She won't tell. She probably won't laugh. Not in my experience. It's my only chance until nightfall. I can't go to Touko's and not have a ride home.

He walked back to the STN-J as quickly as he could, dishing out prolific Sullen Glares That Cause Anyone In The Path To Step Aside.

"Robin. cough I need to talk to you privately."

"Alright, I'm coming."

He beckoned her outside the door.

"I need you to go to this address and pick up my car for me."

"Why can't you do it? Secret mission?"

"No. I…ah-choo!…left it there and I'll be arrested if I go there myself. sniff "

"Oh. Am I allowed to ask why?"

"No. Here are the keys."

"Okay. I'll be back."

Robin walked to the address with all possible haste. Amon had looked very impatient. And very dark and broody. But that was the way he always looked.

As she rounded the corner, she inspected it. A doctor's office? Maybe for his cold. But why would he be arrested?

She climbed into the car. Just as she was about to start the engine, she saw a policeman over near the office. He first thought was, uh oh, I'm only fifteen! Then, she saw her chance to ask about Amon.

She opened the door, walked a little farther down the street, and came back up, acting as though she was looking for something.

"Excuse me, sir, have you seen a dark-haired man in a dark coat with a dark glare go past here recently?"

"No, young lady, have you seen him? We're looking for a man of that description."

"Well, I, he dropped something back there," she gestured vaguely behind her. "I was looking for him to give it to him; he came this way."

"Well, if you see him, call the police. He's reported to have been stalking a doctor in this facility, and he's reportedly armed, and considered dangerous."

"Yes sir, thank you for tell…uh…warning me. Goodbye."

As Robin walked back down the road, she concealed a smile behind her hand. She had no doubt that the accusation was unfounded. Amon wasn't the type to stalk a doctor, she didn't think, unless that doctor were a witch, and if so, he would have been disposed of by now.

Circling around, she came down the street the other way and slipped into the car without letting the police officer see her.

When she got back and handed the keys to Amon (who was pacing in front of the building), he gave her a Sullen Glare Reserved For Slow Car Retrievers and said, "Couldn't you have gone any faster?"

She didn't answer, but said, "You weren't really stalking that guy, were you?"

He glared at her. "Who told you?"

"A police officer."

He glared again, even more darkly. "Stay out of my business."

"You didn't stalk him?" she asked as he walked to his car.

"No." He felt extremely sullen, which is pretty bad because with Amon, his normal is what we would call extremely sullen.

He climbed in his car and started the macho engine. Then, Robin was completely forgotten when he remembered where he was going. Touko's.

Thank you to the few of you who are actually reading this! I'm nothing compared to Ais, I'm mostly the creative inspiration, but its fun writing my own fic.

Ais, if you are reading this which I assume you are, we need to start thinking about what to do after Amon and Laundry finally terminates. Whatever it is, it should be about Amon, he's so fun to write,

Are any of you all Star Trek fans? I am, at least the original. Star Trek The Original Series ROCKS!

Hyde