Robin waited, her breath catching in her throat, as the door slid quietly shut. The intruder walked lightly down the corridor of the grand hotel room; she could hear his footsteps clicking on the polished marble floor. Slowly she raised her glasses and pushed them up on her nose. Just in case, she told herself, JUST in case.

The footfalls stopped just beyond her line of sight. Slight beeps came from behind the wall, then a monotone computer voice announced, "Security option has been reset. Enter code to adjust."

Robin tightened her grip on the bridge of her glasses. She could feel the fire within her, ready at her command. Silently she willed it to stay buried.

"Robin?"

Relief flooded through her as Amon stepped out from behind the wall. The black haired hunter took off his cloak in one swirling motion and dropped it onto a chair back. "Amon!" She cried, throwing her glasses to the side and running up to meet him. "I was so afraid - I tried contacting you on your transmitter, but -"

"You did?" His blue eyes studied her in confusion. "I never got any transmissions…" Delving his hand into his pocket, he felt around for the small device. "It's gone!" He quickly searched his other pockets, but to no avail. "Shit, I must have left it in my desk…"

The blond huntress looked at him, fear glittering in her eyes. "Amon…I tried contacting you…" Her unspoken question hung in the air. What if someone had heard her transmission?

After a few minutes' silence, Amon turned back and walked swiftly to the door. On the coffee table was his laptop. He scooped it up and flipped it open, immediately letting his fingers fly across the keys. "I'm going to disable it here," he explained. "Sorry, but I can't have anyone finding you. Let's just hope they haven't already." A confirmation message popped up onscreen, and he clicked it without hesitation. Then he turned to Robin. "Get yours."

"O-ok." Robin turned and trotted to the bed, scooping up the transmitter from the folds of the sheets. "Here."

"Just burn it." Amon closed the screen on his laptop.

Robin stared at him. Her hands shivered as she clutched the small device. But what if I lose control again…?

Realizing that she hadn't moved, Amon placed the computer down on the nightstand and looked at her. "Well?" He asked.

"Amon…I can't…" She held out the transmitter with a shaking hand. "Please, just disable it."

The hunter looked ready to question her action, then sighed and sat down on the bed. "Alright. Give it here." Taking it from her hand, he placed it on the floor and smashed it under his heel, grinding it into the marble for good measure. A quick swipe of his fingers brushed the scraps under the bed. Then, turning back to Robin, he said, "Now, get some sleep. I know today's been harsh for you, and you still have some nasty burns. It's not like you'll be going anywhere tomorrow, so you can sleep in late. I just hope I don't wake you up when I leave early tomorrow."

"You mean you're staying with me?" Robin asked, relieved.

He nodded, stretching back on the bed. "At least until I have to leave for the STN-J. Don't worry, you'll be fine. I'm going to have Nagira come and look after you. The longest you'll be alone is for around ten minutes." He reached out and started playing with the buttons on the alarm clock, setting it for 5AM.

"Ok. Thank you so much." Robin gave him a short, grateful bow, then turned to start making up the couch for herself.

"What are you doing?"

She stopped, blanket still in poised over the sofa. "Getting the couch ready for me to sleep on," she answered over her shoulder. She was about to start spreading the sheet over the cushions when a warm hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Alright," Amon said again. "Just make sure you get some sleep. Just remember; I'm right here if something happens." Then he turned and fell back onto the bed, asleep before he hit the mattress.

Quietly Robin finished tucking the blankets into the cushions, then sat down upon them without a thought of actually going to sleep. The downtown clock tower chimed two-thirty AM. He set the alarm for five, she thought worriedly, her eyes traveling to the sleeping form on the bed. Oh, he'll be so exhausted…Robin got up and padded over to the digital display on the nightstand. With a few deft finger strokes, she set the time back an hour. He needs it…

A fire-engine's siren whistled by outside. Robin immediately turned her head away from the window, wishing to see anything but flames. But memories of the holding area flooded back through her mind, clear as if they were happening in her very room.

Darkness. Fire. Power. Craft. KILL!

"Why is this happening to me…" she whispered, sinking down onto the bed. Amon stirred. Robin jumped, afraid she had woken him up. But the hunter just turned onto his side and didn't move again. Slowly she let out the breath she had been holding. Flames still danced before her eyes, but somehow the sight of his sleeping face kept her from her fear. She let her head drop down onto his side, making a pillow of her arms and grasping his shirt with tight hands. "Oh Amon, I'm so scared…"

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Yay, a little fluffy stuff. If you'd like to see more, please review and tell me what you'd like to see! ^_^ Just a warning, though - this story's gonna be a love triangle. Who should win? Amon or Michael? Review please!!!!