Alas, the tragic day has finally come! This is, indeed, the last chapter of my fic. (sniffle). I drew it out for as long as I could, but it's still over! Thank you very very much for all your loverly reviews, they are, as always, greatly appreciated.

Now, for the last time, the thank you list!

Lucifer's Garden: Thank you for the moronic squeal. It was very moving.

Lilly: Why I'm honoured that mine was the first fic of WHR that you read! I feel so loved! Well, here's the update as requested, and it's the very last chapter. If you want to read some other great WHR fan fiction, may I suggest The Disappearing Life and Day of Ashes by meris ann, Libera Me by YellowDancer, and to use a shameless plug (hey, it's my fic!) Redemption, by yours truly. Also, Amon and Laundry by Aisling Niamh is really funny. All of these are under my favourites if you're interested. Thanks for the review, and have fun watching the show!

Frankie: Darling, if she remembered everything, the poor girl would never come out of her room again, and then Amon would never get any! Hee hee.

Hanako110: I hope you move any heavy furniture out of the way before collapsing and rolling on the floor…(points to bandage on head), if you're anything like me, that would probably be wise.

Seashah: I know, I'm really sad that it's almost over too, it's really really rare that I actually manage to finish a chapter story! (As you can no doubt tell from my profile page.) Anyhoo, I suppose I'll have to make up some new diabolical plot with which to torment the poor characters!
Amon: (glares at Xtine) I will hunt you down if you even think of it.
Xtine: Eeeep!

Neko-Yuff16: I know, she's had a rough day, hmmm? Mwahahahahaha.

FyodorD: Arrr, matey, I be glad to find another scurvy swashbuckler who speaks my piratey lingo. Ya-harrr. Ahem. Did I really type "high hells"? No, it wasn't intentional but… strangely appropriate all the same. I'm glad you love the story! (hug)

Tankbbg: I'll owe you an apology once the story's done, since you predicted it pretty well. Sorry 'bout the plot spoiler, but I just kind of twitched when I read your review, knowing what's coming next. I love you anyways? Enjoy the ending, and if you feel like writing an alternate version, please send it to me and I'll post it on here by way of apology!

Wendyghost: Yep, I torture people. I'm mean like that! Look at poor Robin!

Ayjah: No, I hadn't really planned on following this one up, my two WHR stories are kind of individual plots with absolutely no relation to each other. However, if I think up something good to follow this one, I may just use it… thanks for the idea!

Blackfphoenix: May I just say that I ADORE you? That's a great idea! Ooohhh….. now I wanna go write! I don't know what exactly will happen, but thanks a gazillion, and if it ever turns into a fic, it'll be dedicated to YOU!

Evilteddybear: evilteddybear Thank you for the sympathy, I'm feeling much much better today! Aside from the fact that the story is ending. But I may just have another plot idea in mind, courtesy of blackfphoenix! You gave a lot of good options of how the story's gonna end, and I'll tell you, you were partially right with two of them, (wink), but read on to find out!

It's short, it's sweet (well, not really), and it's finally here! It's the...


Chapter 7: Ungentle Remonstration

"Amon...buddy...come on, you're my little brother! I mean, blood has to count for something, right? More than spilling it in a fit of childish pique, at least... don't you agree? What did I do wrong, honestly? Honestly?! I mean, I just was playing cupid, it's not as if you were ever going to grow the balls to do anything about a gorgeous girl like that living under your roof, madly in love with you. I mean, it was practically your duty to...well, you know. Whoa. What are you gonna do with ? NO! No, don't Amon, I mean it, you'll regret it lat – put the gun down. Put it down, Amon. Amon...? AMON"


Robin sat sleepily in the kitchen of the drab apartment, sipping at a cup of scalding espresso and regarding the walls intensely. A dull, washed out, beige-ish colour, lifeless and worn, perfect for the headache that pounded at her temples without any mercy.

Amon came into the house suddenly, slamming the door behind him.

There was the faint sound of shattering china.

"Shit!" Robin cursed as the reverberations echoed in her battered brain. Not one to swear, she quickly clapped one hand to hermouth, staring forlornly at the floor.The noise had startled her so badly that her favourite coffee cup was now lying in pieces on the tile, a dark brown stain seeping out around the pale china fragments.

She was still scowling at it when the errant trench-coated culprit entered the kitchen. The glare was abruptly transferred.

"You're awake." Amon noted by way of greeting.

"You broke my cup." Robin pointed out right back. "I liked that cup. It was my favourite cup."

Amon handed her the blistering glare right back with the ease of long practice. "Well you drank all of my favourite whiskey last night."

"Ugh" Robin pressed one hand to her temples. "Don't remind me. I don't remember anything that happened last night... something tells me I don't want to."

Amon turned from getting his own cup of coffee sharply. "Nothing? You don't remember anything?"

"Don't yell." Robin replied crossly. "No, I don't."

The silence stretched out between them. Eventually Robin glanced up again to see Amon staring blanklyat something she couldn't see.

"Why do you ask?"

Amon sighed, shaking his head. " was nothing."

"Wasn't Nagira supposed to come over today"

Amon's face darkened noticeably. "No. He is not."

Robin watched him storm out of the kitchen, and sighed to herself, bending to gingerly gather the fragments of the mug. He was always mad at her for some reason or was just no fair.

It was just trouble in paradise.


Thank you so much again for putting up with intermittant posting, more thank-yous than actual words written in the chapter, and my raving bouts of insanity! See you all next time! Mwahahahahahahahahah!