Broken

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Pairings: you know by now
Notes: Sorry it took so long, busy with school and junk. read and enjoy.

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Her eyes were the same green, just as fiery and wondering... and innocent. Just like they had been five years ago, they were the exact same. She was the same, except older, and more mature. She was the picture of beauty to his exhausted eyes. She was slightly taller and her new frame was built well, she had blossomed into a beautiful woman... not a girl.
\"Ro...\" he tried, raising his hand to the vision before him, but he couldn\'t reach her. The sight of her, it was too much... who knew if it was real at all. It could be a horrible trick, who knew. But what he did know was that everything was turning black. He almost couldn\'t see her face anymore due to the lack of light taken from his vision. His legs still wouldn\'t move, but he willed his upper body too, he was so close now.

Then she was gone in an instant, just like she had been those five years ago.

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She watched as his ragged body slumped to the floor beneath her feet. It had been so long, and she was sure he had died that fateful day. But he hadn\'t, he was now here, sitting at her very feet! But how? Perhaps this was a trick of the mind, here to pull her out of her loneliness and solitude for even a brief moment.

Without further thought, she pulled the man at her feet up as much as her own strength would permit, and dragged his limp body into the warmth of her home.

He was soaked to the bone, and his wet clothes only hindered her from pulling him him quicker to a safe warm place. He had no doubt been wandering for hours, and from the smell that rolled off of him, he hadn\'t been alone. At long last Robin was finally able to situate the man in black directly in front of the fire place to warm him.

He was beautiful in the firelight, but then he had always been beautiful to her. His hair had gotten longer, almost to the middle of his chest, and it was still as black as it had ever been. He wore almost the same clothes too, black and unrevealing in any way. He seemed at peace now, every contour of his face was left without stress as he layed upon the hard wood floor of her home. Though she knew the five years had been unkind to him, perhaps not physically, but emotionally... for they had been the exact same for her.

Silently she kneeled next to him, shadowing some of the fire light from his face. Reverently she stroked the wet hair away from him, letting her finger tips trail over the smooth plane of his cheek. She had always dreamed of caressing him so, and at last it was happening. He was softer than she ever imagined he could be, and it only peaked her curiosity more. Slowly, she let her nails glide gently along his slightly parted lips, and ever so gently she allowed the pads of her fingers to rest upon them. They too were perfect in feel, and made her heart yearn for a closer contact.

Slowly she lowered her face to his, seeking to take an innocent kiss from him. Her lips barely brushed his when she jerked her head away abruptly, withdrawing all contact from him.

She couldn\'t be sure, couldn\'t be sure if this was even happening. She had had dreams like this in the past, dreams where Amon had come back into her life, and she only wound up disappointed the next morning when she woke up from the glorious dream to find out she was actually alone. But never had a dream seemed so real as this did. Perhaps fate was smiling down upon her, and this was indeed Amon.

Well, if it was, then she certainly shouldn\'t leave him to die in her home of hypothermia. The clothes that still graced his perfect form were still sopping wet. She had to remove them and get him warm quickly. She set to work, and as quickly as possible undressed the ex-hunter.

He always seemed to wear layers of clothing, but what she removed wasn\'t all that much at all. They were light in weight, and the water didn\'t make too much of a difference, so it made it even easier to undress him.

In no time it seemed, Amon lay before her in all his glory. She hadn\'t anticipated removing everything, but it didn\'t seem smart to leave on anything wet. Now here he was, completely unhidden to her hungry gaze. She had always silently dreamed of this moment, and had spent many of their quite moments wondering what he looked like beneath his clothes... she wasn\'t disappointed. He was the picture of perfection, pure perfection. The only problem was that she had always dreamt of looking at him when he was awake himself. One thing at a time. This was no instance to be disappointed, at least he was here. Because he WAS here. Silently she ended the doubt within her and turned her eyes back to his quiet form.

His body was hardened with well defined muscles, and every limb was perfect in length and size, including the one she had always been so curious about. She glanced away quickly, still slightly embarassed to have been staring at his nude form while he himself was unaware. It dawned on her then, that she had gotten those wet clothes off for a reason, and with her task remembered she picked herself up to gather blankets for him.

She left him laying there only for a moment as she fetched two black wool blankets to cover him with. No doubt they would provide the warmth he would need. She got back to him quickly and set to work to cover him up. As she unfolded a single blanet and began to lay it over him, her green gaze caught sight of a whole new look to his body.

She had been so lost in her haze and awe that she had failed to notice all of him. Along his outer thighs and all along his torso, his flesh was graced with marks, no doubt from the fall of the factory. She had some herself. The blanket fell to her side as she knelt once again beside him. Tentatively she reached out to touch his soft skin, coming in contact with an angry mark along his side. Her fingertips grazed along the harsh texture of it, knowing it had been a deep wound just from the feel of it.

There were so many simliar to the one she stroked now, and she knew it had been during the fall. He tried desperately to get the two of them out, but she was separated from him when they were so close to the back exit. She herself had barely made it out, but she never imagined he had. Though perhaps he hadn\'t, some of him was still trapped there, in the past... and the pain.

Tears welled up in her firey eyes and began to fall onto his soft skin. Her task of warming him was completely forgotten as the young witch laid her head upon his chest, sobbing against him. Contact, she needed the contact of him against her, and she honestly didn\'t know why. Perhaps it was the time apart, or the realization he was alive. Maybe she thought somehow that her crying enough could take away his pain... she honestly didn\'t know, she just knew that she couldn\'t bear to not be near him.

She had waited for this moment, the moment when she could be close to him, and hear it was. Only he was passed out beneath her and she was crying. She quited after a while, and contented herself with caressing the flesh of his side, running over rough patches that were no doubt more scares from the collapse. The thought of more only provoked more tears from her, and she couldn\'t stop them from falling once again onto his chest.

She hadn\'t cried, the whole time she was separated from him she hadn\'t cried. She had wanted to, but for some reason she never could, but now... now she could, and it felt wonderful. She cried for the lost time, for the guilt that had consumed her, for his pain, and for her loneliness she had felt she deserved. She cried for them both.

\"Oh Amon, what has happened to you?\" she murmured against him, turning her face to press fully against his chest. She inhaled his scent deeply, reveling in the smell of him as her tears continued to escape her.

\"It was all my fault,\" she whimpered against him, \"if only... if only I hadn\'t been so slow... if only I hadn\'t been such a burden... forgive me Amon.\" she murmured, nuzzling into the warmth of his chest.

She continued to sob quietly, unable to keep it in. She never even felt him stir as she poured out her emotions onto him, she never even felt him move until she felt the tender caress of his large hand upon her silken hair.

\"Robin,\" he murmured, calling her attention and beckoning her gaze to meet his. Slowly she picked her head up, her green eyes red from her crying and her innocent face streaked with her tears. His face was calm, and slack as he stared at her. Gently his hand came down to rest upon her cheek and a faint smile came upon his face. She closed her eyes, reveling in the feel of his touch, but all to soon it was pulled away, and once again her eyes opened to regard him.

The look on his face was no longer warm, and his smile was gone completely. His eyes were hard and cold, wild like an animals. Slowly he started to pick himself up, drawing them both into a sitting position, his face millimeters away from her own. Anger flashed in his grey eyes as he stared her down. Her breath caught in her throat as his mouth opened to speak, and tears once again came to her eyes at his words.

\"Get off of me.\"

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Yes i know, i promised a lemon, but i never said when :) ok ok, i promise lemon in the next chapter... if you\'re good and review that is! enjoy guys.