Robin awoke to the singing birds outside the window. She found herself
amazed by the light that shone through into her green eyes. Moment by
moment passed as she gazed out at the clouds until she realized Michaels
voice sounding on the communicator.
Pushing herself up onto her elbow she reached over to her bag, which lay next to her neatly, folded dress. She shuffled through the bag finding the communicator-like cell almost immediately. Lazily she pulled it out and flipped it open. She still only wanted to enjoy the feeling of a quiet morning while she could. But now it wasn't very quiet, Michaels voice sounded worried.
"Robin? Robin? Where are you?" he called out through the communicator. "Robin what happened to you?"
Robin looked up at the clock sitting on her bedside stool. She was late, very late. It seemed she hadn't realized that the sun wasn't blocking the view through her window like it did every morning, as she got ready for work.
"I apologize, I didn't set my alarm last night," Robin answered as she pulled the sheets up to make sure she was covered.
Michael let out a sigh of relief that could be heard over the phone, "Its alright Robin, we were all worried about you. Amon should be there any second, we sent him after you. You really had us in a stir up here. I've been buzzing you for hours," he stopped to catch his breath. "So you've been asleep?"
She let out a sigh, "Amon's coming?"
"Yeah, according to his communicator he should pop his head in any moment"
"Oh?" she looked over her shoulder just as she heard the sound of the door. "I see he's letting himself in. Thank you Michael." Robin flipped the communicator-like cell shut and pulled his sheets around herself tightly.
"Robin?" Amon's voice broke through the silence of the house, "Robin, please be home!" He could be heard shuffling up the hallway towards her door. His voice sounded oddly worried, it wasn't what she expected of him. "Robin?" he called as his voice grew nervously louder.
"Amon?..." Robin's brow furrowed as she listened to the jiggling doorknob.
The door finally opened as Amon glanced quickly around the room finally resting his gaze on her. "Robin..." he quickly regained his composure returning to his sullen and emotionless expression.
"I'm really sorry, Amon. My alarm wasn't set, please do not be angry with me." Robin begged as se finally set her bare feet on the cold floor causing a shiver to roll up her spine.
"It's fine, you had us all worried Robin," he said calmly as he made his way across the room to her bed.
"You included?" She tilted her head to the side watching him approach.
He stopped and stared at her for a moment staying silent. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, or if she had offended him. His face remained illegible until he finally spoke. "Me included."
They both kept silent and Robin looked down at her feet. "Robin?" he finally said.
"Yes?"
"Are you going to sit there or get ready? This isn't a day off you know."
"Oh," she stood and picked her head up to look into the same emotionless face.
Just as Amon began to turn for the door, Robin caught her foot in the sheet and tripped. She found herself falling into his arms. Swiftly, Amon shot his arms out around her. "Robin!"
She looked up at his shocked expression as t faded once more back to the regular emotionless look. "I'm sorry, I lost my feet," she quickly spat out as he gazed down at her.
"Try not to. Your feet are two things you don't want to lose." He let go of her and pulled away, "Hurry now, you're late enough as it is."
"Yes, I understand." Reaching for her dress, she waited patiently for him to leave. "Thank you for being concerned."
He turned and stood there quietly, "I was not concerned. We were all worried," he left her with the final note as he made his exit.
~*~
In a deep silence, Robin made her way through the hall into the living room area of her apartment. She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and headed towards the door. It took Amon grabbing her arm before she realized he was standing next to the door.
"I could have been anyone, you should be more careful Robin," he told her with a stern face. "We don't need to lose you now."
She looked up at him calmly, "You need me?"
"We don't need to replace you."
"Why are you still here?" she asked while opening the door so they both could exit.
"I figured since I was already here, why not give you a ride. I didn't think it would hurt anything."
"We leave work at different times, how will I get home?"
"I suppose I'll just have to wait." He led them down the stairs. "Try not to be late again."
"I wont make it a habit."
They both made their way through the hall with Amon leading the way. He led her out to his black car with his black jacket swinging behind him as he moved around it.
Robins thoughts flipped quickly through different subjects like an old television set. As set sat down and pulled the door shut she went from thinking about Craft users to Amon. She never really thought about it. He was mysterious, sure, but in a way, there has to be a human within those cold gates of his chest somewhere. He couldn't be as coldhearted as he seemed. But did he? Could he care about her? There was the rumor of him and Touko, but could there be room for her in his heart? Maybe, but could he really...
"Robin?"
"Yes, Amon?" she replied being pulled from the thought.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your making odd faces," he told her trying to keep his eyes on the road.
"Oh, I didn't realize," she looked down at her hands now realizing she was missing her regular coffee in the morning. She was used to having it to wake her up.
Before Robin could realize it, they arrived at STN-J. Of course, Amon was out quickly, and Robin was patient and slow. She took her time opening the door and stepping out. Amon stopped and waited for her to shut the door before he locked it.
With her head down in thought she quickened her pace slightly with Amon following close behind her.
Never had a morning seemed to go by so slow. Even in being late, missing her morning coffee, and taking her time on her scooter she hadn't had a morning seem so long. Walking with only the sound of her heels on the floor and Amon's jacket waving behind him, it seemed like bliss. Was she really enjoying his company? Even if his steps were silent and he rarely talked or paid any attention to her, perhaps, just maybe, he was thinking of her too. But would they be happy thoughts? Could they be? Maybe she should stop dreaming. A sexual driven dream isn't the best dream to chase. Is it?
She was growing confused. Her own thoughts had her mind in a twist. Why was it just now that these thoughts were occurring to her? After all this time, she never thought about their relationship like this before. What was becoming of her? This had to be wrong. Something that merely popped in her head. It should be gone by tomorrow. Wont it?
She found herself in her regular chair, without the memory of sitting down. Amon was out of sight, and Michael was looking over his shoulder at her.
The hacker always had his headphones on full blast, yet he could hear everything. This befuddled everyone at STN-J, but it wasn't all that people thought of him. He was an excellent hacker and came to be very useful at work. Truly, she couldn't think of STN-J working as efficiently without him.
"You've never been late before, Robin. What made you forget your alarm?" Michael asked.
Robin looked down at the desk in thought. "I'm not sure, I suppose I was used to Touko waking me up. I always could hear her in the kitchen making herself coffee. I guess I wasn't thinking.
Michael nodded and turned back to his computer. "Don't beat yourself up too badly. I got the point." ~*~*~*~finally finished chapter 1! Sorry, I posted it only half-way done, x_x how very newbish of meh.
Pushing herself up onto her elbow she reached over to her bag, which lay next to her neatly, folded dress. She shuffled through the bag finding the communicator-like cell almost immediately. Lazily she pulled it out and flipped it open. She still only wanted to enjoy the feeling of a quiet morning while she could. But now it wasn't very quiet, Michaels voice sounded worried.
"Robin? Robin? Where are you?" he called out through the communicator. "Robin what happened to you?"
Robin looked up at the clock sitting on her bedside stool. She was late, very late. It seemed she hadn't realized that the sun wasn't blocking the view through her window like it did every morning, as she got ready for work.
"I apologize, I didn't set my alarm last night," Robin answered as she pulled the sheets up to make sure she was covered.
Michael let out a sigh of relief that could be heard over the phone, "Its alright Robin, we were all worried about you. Amon should be there any second, we sent him after you. You really had us in a stir up here. I've been buzzing you for hours," he stopped to catch his breath. "So you've been asleep?"
She let out a sigh, "Amon's coming?"
"Yeah, according to his communicator he should pop his head in any moment"
"Oh?" she looked over her shoulder just as she heard the sound of the door. "I see he's letting himself in. Thank you Michael." Robin flipped the communicator-like cell shut and pulled his sheets around herself tightly.
"Robin?" Amon's voice broke through the silence of the house, "Robin, please be home!" He could be heard shuffling up the hallway towards her door. His voice sounded oddly worried, it wasn't what she expected of him. "Robin?" he called as his voice grew nervously louder.
"Amon?..." Robin's brow furrowed as she listened to the jiggling doorknob.
The door finally opened as Amon glanced quickly around the room finally resting his gaze on her. "Robin..." he quickly regained his composure returning to his sullen and emotionless expression.
"I'm really sorry, Amon. My alarm wasn't set, please do not be angry with me." Robin begged as se finally set her bare feet on the cold floor causing a shiver to roll up her spine.
"It's fine, you had us all worried Robin," he said calmly as he made his way across the room to her bed.
"You included?" She tilted her head to the side watching him approach.
He stopped and stared at her for a moment staying silent. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, or if she had offended him. His face remained illegible until he finally spoke. "Me included."
They both kept silent and Robin looked down at her feet. "Robin?" he finally said.
"Yes?"
"Are you going to sit there or get ready? This isn't a day off you know."
"Oh," she stood and picked her head up to look into the same emotionless face.
Just as Amon began to turn for the door, Robin caught her foot in the sheet and tripped. She found herself falling into his arms. Swiftly, Amon shot his arms out around her. "Robin!"
She looked up at his shocked expression as t faded once more back to the regular emotionless look. "I'm sorry, I lost my feet," she quickly spat out as he gazed down at her.
"Try not to. Your feet are two things you don't want to lose." He let go of her and pulled away, "Hurry now, you're late enough as it is."
"Yes, I understand." Reaching for her dress, she waited patiently for him to leave. "Thank you for being concerned."
He turned and stood there quietly, "I was not concerned. We were all worried," he left her with the final note as he made his exit.
~*~
In a deep silence, Robin made her way through the hall into the living room area of her apartment. She adjusted the bag on her shoulder and headed towards the door. It took Amon grabbing her arm before she realized he was standing next to the door.
"I could have been anyone, you should be more careful Robin," he told her with a stern face. "We don't need to lose you now."
She looked up at him calmly, "You need me?"
"We don't need to replace you."
"Why are you still here?" she asked while opening the door so they both could exit.
"I figured since I was already here, why not give you a ride. I didn't think it would hurt anything."
"We leave work at different times, how will I get home?"
"I suppose I'll just have to wait." He led them down the stairs. "Try not to be late again."
"I wont make it a habit."
They both made their way through the hall with Amon leading the way. He led her out to his black car with his black jacket swinging behind him as he moved around it.
Robins thoughts flipped quickly through different subjects like an old television set. As set sat down and pulled the door shut she went from thinking about Craft users to Amon. She never really thought about it. He was mysterious, sure, but in a way, there has to be a human within those cold gates of his chest somewhere. He couldn't be as coldhearted as he seemed. But did he? Could he care about her? There was the rumor of him and Touko, but could there be room for her in his heart? Maybe, but could he really...
"Robin?"
"Yes, Amon?" she replied being pulled from the thought.
"What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?"
"Your making odd faces," he told her trying to keep his eyes on the road.
"Oh, I didn't realize," she looked down at her hands now realizing she was missing her regular coffee in the morning. She was used to having it to wake her up.
Before Robin could realize it, they arrived at STN-J. Of course, Amon was out quickly, and Robin was patient and slow. She took her time opening the door and stepping out. Amon stopped and waited for her to shut the door before he locked it.
With her head down in thought she quickened her pace slightly with Amon following close behind her.
Never had a morning seemed to go by so slow. Even in being late, missing her morning coffee, and taking her time on her scooter she hadn't had a morning seem so long. Walking with only the sound of her heels on the floor and Amon's jacket waving behind him, it seemed like bliss. Was she really enjoying his company? Even if his steps were silent and he rarely talked or paid any attention to her, perhaps, just maybe, he was thinking of her too. But would they be happy thoughts? Could they be? Maybe she should stop dreaming. A sexual driven dream isn't the best dream to chase. Is it?
She was growing confused. Her own thoughts had her mind in a twist. Why was it just now that these thoughts were occurring to her? After all this time, she never thought about their relationship like this before. What was becoming of her? This had to be wrong. Something that merely popped in her head. It should be gone by tomorrow. Wont it?
She found herself in her regular chair, without the memory of sitting down. Amon was out of sight, and Michael was looking over his shoulder at her.
The hacker always had his headphones on full blast, yet he could hear everything. This befuddled everyone at STN-J, but it wasn't all that people thought of him. He was an excellent hacker and came to be very useful at work. Truly, she couldn't think of STN-J working as efficiently without him.
"You've never been late before, Robin. What made you forget your alarm?" Michael asked.
Robin looked down at the desk in thought. "I'm not sure, I suppose I was used to Touko waking me up. I always could hear her in the kitchen making herself coffee. I guess I wasn't thinking.
Michael nodded and turned back to his computer. "Don't beat yourself up too badly. I got the point." ~*~*~*~finally finished chapter 1! Sorry, I posted it only half-way done, x_x how very newbish of meh.