A/N: Sorry for not updating in forever. I was busy finishing up a fic and I now have rugby three days out of the week. Too add on that, no one but one lonely person reviewed me. I don't demand for reviews, but the next chapter won't be up as quickly as it should be if I don't have some support now and then. Well, here is the chapter! Please R&R.

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Chapter 11 Different Cure

"Can we slow down for a few seconds?" Robin finally spoke up to Jak as he panted to a stop. He hated to hold everyone up, but the cold was not a cold anymore. It was going out of control at a dizzy pace that was beginning to scare the sick teen. He leaned his back against the metal wall and gasped for breath as scorching heat waves racked his body. He wasn't okay anymore.

"Man! You look seriously sick!" Jak exclaimed to the Human as he studied him more closely. He bit his lower lip while thinking the situation over. This was bad.

Daxter put his furry hand on Robin's forehead and quickly retracted it while saying, "I'd say you have a fever, but that might be down playing it! Jeez! What have you been doing? Swimming in the sewers?" Robin could only answer with a faint smile. Daxter and Jak gave each other worried glances.

"We can't go on," Jak finally said. Robin frowned at him as if to protest against it stubbornly. "Starfire and Beast Boy can wait," the Elf explained. "I'm sure they would want you to be alive when they get rescued. Plus, you're human! Who knows how different your body is to an Elf's."

"Yeah," Daxter joined in with a nod. "Any kind of disease that would be simple to cure for us could make you die!"

"Dax, you're not helping," Jak hissed at him harshly. Daxter simply shrugged to say that he didn't see what he was saying was wrong in Jak's eyes. Before the Elf could say anything else, Slade ran around the corner and quickly had to put on the brakes to avoid crashing into the three.

"Care to explain why you two aren't doing your job?" Slade asked Jak calmly.

"Hey!" Daxter shouted to him annoyingly. "You miscounted, one eye person. There are three of us!"

Slade ignored the animal as Jak went on to explain. The man wasn't too happy to hear that they would have to go back. But after studying Robin for a while, he would have to agree with Jak. The teen was in no condition to fight or even walk for that matter. The Baron wouldn't be happy to figure out there would be a delay to their plan, but since they were going to the Underground's headquarters, maybe telling him the location of the place would cheer him up.

"Fine," Slade finally said while brushing past Jak to stand in front of Robin. "Go ahead of us." Jak hesitated for a reason unknown to even himself until Daxter nudged him with an elbow. The Elf then took off down the hallway, on his way back to the vent that led to the roof.

Robin glared up at Slade from where he leaned against the wall. It clearly gave off the message that the teen didn't trust him at all. Slade didn't care what the kid thought about him. He pulled the teen away from the wall and started to push him down the hall. Robin tried his hardest to walk, but he was getting too dizzy and all he wanted now was to faint.

"This will get us nowhere," Slade muttered. "Get on my back," he ordered Robin while bending down in front of him. Robin hesitated for a moment, but didn't need a second command. Somewhere along the way to the Underground, the teen passed out on the man's back and that was when Slade started to worry. Robin would be no good to him dead.

-Few Hours Later-

"He's getting worse every hour," the Shadow said with amazement in his voice. "I can't believe how quickly this sickness has taken over his body. I'm guessing the human body is different than ours."

Torn, Slade, Jak, and Daxter were surrounding the sick figure of the leader on the bed. The teen was breathing irregularly and sweat was collecting into a pool under him. His face and bare chest was a pasty white. Every so often he would wince from the pain he was feeling when he was awake, but most of the time, he was asleep.

"When will he get better?" Slade finally just had to ask. Usually he was a very patient person, but his new master wasn't like him. The man needed Raven quickly. She could die on this planet if he didn't get a hold on her in time. If Robin was going to be sick for months, he knew he would have to leave the teen and get Raven himself.

"Well, at the rate the sickness is going," the Shadow said with a sigh, "He's going to be dead by sunrise."

"Oh crap," Daxter muttered everyone's thought out loud. For once Slade actually agreed with the fuzzy, annoying animal. For the past few days, he had been treating the teen as if he was like his apprentice somewhat. The kid was talented and Slade still had him on his list of things to have. The only reason why the boy and the rest of his team was still alive, was because after Slade had his human body back and also his freedom, the boy would quickly be his. Slade actually didn't want Robin to die like this. The thought of himself going soft only made the man frustrated.

"There has to be some kind of chant or voodoo crap you can do to make him better," Daxter said randomly to The Shadow. The Elf gave him a blank stare as if he was an idiot. Daxter growled his annoyance before saying, "There has to be something, people! I don't like sitting here and watching the kid die!"

"I agree with Dax," Jak chimed in to back his friend up. "Some kind of herb has to make him better."

"There is one," The Shadow muttered to himself while tapping his chin with an index finger in thought.

"Don't tell us there is some twist," Torn muttered bitterly.

"This herb takes days to kick in," The Shadow explained. "I already told you guys, the Human is long gone! Even if you actually obtained this certain flower, he still wouldn't live."

"But a Human's body system is a lot more sensitive to an Elf's," Slade stated. Everyone looked up at him with surprise. The Human suddenly started to pace as his head calculated everything out quickly. "Usually it would take this teen forever to get to a point of passing out and looking like this. I know Robin. His immune system is stronger than a lot of peoples'. But maybe if we get him this cure it will work just the same way and instead of taking days for it to kick in, it will only take an hour or two." He thought about his theory for a second then nodded as if to say it would actually work.

"Well, I suppose it could work like that," The Shadow said.

"Then what are we waiting around here for?" Jak said with a sly smile. "Tell us where this thing is and Dax and I will go get it."

"It's not that simple, boys," the Elf said with a sigh. "You see, this flower is in Haven Forest and is hard to obtain at this hour. You also have to put in the big chance of bumping into Metal Heads."

Slade stepped up beside Jak and Daxter while cracking his knuckles. "I guess I'm going to have to come too," he said with boredom in his usual emotionless voice.

"Yippee," Daxter muttered sarcastically. Slade let himself express something of a smile under his mask at the comment. He just loved getting under everyone's skin.

-Haven Forest-

"There," Jak whispered while pointing at the patch of purple flowers he had his blue eyes focused on. He and Slade were on their stomachs at the edge of the cliff in Haven Forest. In the moon light, the three could clearly make out the few figures of Metal Heads in stealth cloaking that allowed them to blend into their surroundings. But at night, the creature's glowing skull could be seen clearly.

"How many Metal Heads are down there?" Daxter asked them. "I don't like these odds."

"There are at least ten," Slade muttered. He had to agree with the animal. The odds were not the greatest. "Once a fight picks up though, more are soon to come," the man added.

"Do you think you could keep all of those Metal Head back while I get that flower?" Jak asked Slade in a low whisper.

"How many flowers do we need to get to cure poor old short eared kid?" Daxter asked them, cutting into the strategy. Jak shrugged his shoulders while Slade kept staring intently at the animal. Daxter glared at him to stop, but Slade was now starting to be thankful for the annoying creature.

It would take a lot of effort to get that flower in the middle of the forest because of the many Metal Heads walking and sleeping around the small clearing. Slade knew that either Jak or him could keep them back for a few minutes, but it would be hard. They were just too noticeable. But Daxter wasn't.

"This is how we will do it," Slade suddenly spoke up from the darkness. Under the green moon Jak tried to make out any expression on the man's face, but of course he found none. The Elf gave up trying to read him and turned to Daxter, who was as predictable as a yak cow. The two gave each other annoyed looks before focusing their attention back to Slade.

"Daxter will go down this cliff and start to collect as many of those flowers as possible," Slade went on.

"How come I have to risk my butt?" Daxter asked, mad that he was going to take orders from the Human. "I never signed anything!" Slade ignored him as he continued with his plan with Jak. The Elf smiled wickedly at his friend before looking back to Slade.

"Once the Metal Head notice Daxter, that is when both of us will jump in," Slade said.

"Or we could just leave him," Jak joked with an evil smile.

"Funny, Jak," Daxter said emotionlessly.

Slade couldn't help but roll his eye at the immaturity of the two. This was the reason he didn't work with teens! That was one of the reasons Slade wanted Robin as his apprentice. He could still be immature at times, but he really was older than them on the maturity level.

"Moving on," Slade snapped at both of them. Jak tried to get serious, but the smile on his lips kind of threw it all away. "Once Daxter is spotted, we will surprise attack the Metal Heads and protect him till he is safe. Then we will follow him back here."

"Sounds like a plan!" Daxter said, now happy to know that he would have people protecting him on this quest for a cure. "It's a lot better than what Jak, here, makes up on the spot!" Jak's only response was a frown and a slap on the back his fuzzy friend's head.

"Good," Slade said with a quick nod.

They all waited there in silence till Daxter got the hint. He smiled sheepishly while saying, "I guess I should go." Slade and Jak gave him a nod. The animal then silently crept down the cliff as carefully as he could.

"Where did you get that annoying creature?" Slade asked Jak as they both watched Daxter start to nervously pick up the intricate purple flowers.

Jak smiled at the thought before answering, "He used to be an Elf before he fell into a pool of Dark Eco."

"Ah, childhood friends," Slade said as their relationship was cleared up in his mind. "They are called childhood friendship for a reason, you know?"

"I've known Dax since forever," Jak said, defending his friend calmly. "When I was mute, he was like my voice at times. And for two years he looked for me while I was held prisoner at the Baron's Prison."

Slade glanced to the Elf. "You don't sound very convincing," he stately blankly. "Maybe those two years apart from each other made you two a little too different. Ever think about that?"

Jak frowned deeply as his eyes narrowed. Daxter had been right about Slade. He was creepy, but in a different way to Jak. It was like the guy could read his thoughts even though they were so well hidden. It kind of made the Elf angry to hear him speak all his secrete thoughts. He wanted to get away from Slade right away.

As if right on cue, Daxter screamed loudly as a Metal Head spotted him. Jak and Slade flew to their feet and spotted Daxter running for his life towards them with a hungry Metal Head snapping at his tail. Slade jumped down the cliff and landed on the soft ground in a crouch. Jak was right behind him. In one, swift move, the Elf had his morph gun out and aimed at one of the other Metal Heads in the distance that had heard Daxter's distress cry and were heading their way.

But the Metal Heads' free meal quickly turned into one that would cost them their lives. The forest became a battle field where Slade and his fighting skills mixed with Jak's quick firing of his blaster killed the savage beasts easily.

Daxter ignored the growling and yelping of angry and beaten Metal Heads as he made his way back up the rocky cliff. He couldn't use his hands because they were filled with the precious flowers. He quickly jumped to different rocks with his mind set on getting only to the top as quickly as his little legs would take him.

At around half way up the hill, Daxter had the pause to catch his breath. "Jeez!" he whispered to himself. "This is why I sit on Jak's shoulder and make him do all the running and hard work!" He looked back up and froze. A Metal Head had beaten him to the top of the cliff and was smiling evilly down at him. "Crap!" the animal cursed under his breath.

Meanwhile, Jak and Slade were beginning to wear down. Slade had to admit that while working for Trigon, a dead body never worked as well as an alive one. The body he had now didn't have much endurance and already his pyro powers were lost due to the side effects of the new planet. He was as tired as Jak after a few minutes of running and jumping around, shouting orders or warning to each other.

"This is getting difficult," Jak said to Slade after having to kick a Metal Head back to fire at it. He heaved a heavy sigh while brushing sweat off his forehead. He was back in the battle right away, though.

"What is taking your friend so long?" Slade muttered bitterly under his breath. He stole a glance up to the cliff and frowned at what he saw. Daxter was swearing up a storm from where he was being cornered on the rocks of the cliff by three Metal Heads. He had the pile of flowers behind him as he miserably kept the creatures off with a pathetic stick in his furry hands.

Jak grumbled something under his breath while seeing exactly what Slade had just seen. "He needs help," he told Slade. The man suddenly held onto Jak's sleeve while looking ahead to the line of five more Metal Heads heading their way. A plan had already formed in his head.

"Watch my back," he told Jak. "We're gong to move fast." Jak only nodded while shoving more ammo into his gun and getting ready for anything. Slade then took off toward the cliff. Jak turned his back toward the cliff and started to shoot at the five Metal Heads still running wildly at them. Once they were down or killed, Jak went onto shooting the three on the cliff creeping up to Daxter.

This made Slade's job easy. He flew up the cliff with ease of someone with much experience. Daxter gathered up the flowers and was ready to keep going up the cliff, but then he was suddenly being picked up by Slade and racing up the cliff. Jak followed right behind them, just not as graceful as the Human. He picked off any stray Metal Head as they raced back to the Precursor platform that took them back to a warp gate.

The three only rested when they arrived at the Underground hideout. They raced down the stairs, almost scaring the poor insomniac, Torn, who had stayed up all night to watch over Robin. The rough Elf had a soft spot somewhere in his hard heart. The Shadow had been lightly sleeping in a chair next to Robin's bed and woke with a small yell of fright.

"We got the freaking cure!" Daxter yelled for the world hear. He jumped off Jak's shoulder and presented the many flowers in his hands up to the Shadow. The old Elf looked down at them and smiled faintly. Slade knew that smile. There was a slim chance Robin would make it. He could do nothing now to help the dying boy.

-Robin-

Everything was a mess. Everything was mixed up. Up was down. Left was right. Nothing was sound. Nothing made sense. He would walk and run, but he wouldn't go anywhere, but when he stopped, he started to move. The only thing he could trust in this state was his thoughts. He concentrated only on surviving. Something was wrong with him and he just had to keeping hanging on.

Sometimes he would hear voices, but they were so far away that he couldn't make out where they were coming from in this chaos his mind was in or what the people were saying. His body was one second freezing then would drastically change to a scorching hot that made him cry out in his pain.

Robin could feel himself slowly give way to defeat. He was drifting away from the world. He struggled to win, but there was no way to fight whatever was attacking him. He didn't know how to win and this discouraged him.

Suddenly a voice sliced into the darkness slowly creeping upon him. "Robin!" it yelled as if angry at him. Robin couldn't respond. His thoughts had been jumbled and mixed up ever since the defeat had settled into his mind. All he could do was listen to this angry voice shouting at him. "Pull yourself together, Robin!" the voice kept yelling. "Think of your stupid friends or something! Don't you dare give up on life now…Robin…Robin!"

Everything went black.

Robin slowly flickered his eyes open. He let everything come back to him as he didn't move an inch on the soft bed he was in. There was no more pain. Actually, he felt rejuvenated and more alive. The boy let himself express something like a smile before sitting up on the bed.

"I see you're awake," Torn said from his desk. "Welcome back to the living," he added with a grin.

Robin saw Jak and Daxter sleeping on a bed across from him. Slade was nowhere to be seen. This made Robin a bit relieved as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "How long was I out?" he asked Torn with a yawn.

"Two or three days," Torn answered with a shrug. "We didn't think you would make it, except Slade, of course. That guy creeped everyone out because of his prediction. But he did help get that cure for you. He actually came up with the cure. So he can't be all that bad." He then went back to his plotting and left Robin alone. The teen ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.

What Torn had just said made the teen think Slade over. It just had to be Slade who had given him that last sliver of hope back when he was in that mixed up world. He had kept him alive. But why? The boy was deeply confused as to why Slade wanted him alive. He served no purpose to the man anymore. Maybe, just maybe, Slade was a nice person somehow.

"Robin," Slade suddenly said from behind him.

Robin jumped to his feet, but only managed to bang his head into the bottom of the bunk bed. He gave a sharp yell of pain while wincing. He turned around on his bed while glaring at Slade. The man simply motioned for the boy to follow him silently. He then left the hideout. Robin hesitated before following after him. Something like trust was beginning to blossom in the teen's heart for the man. He just hoped that he wouldn't let his feelings take over when decisions needed to be made. If he trusted Slade too much, it could cost him his life.

A/N: Sorry again for not updating sooner than I should have. Next chapter should not take as long as this one. I hoped you liked this chapter. Please give a review! Reviews make me update sooner! Hint, wink!