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Mother Nature 2: The Rescue	By : SladinForever Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > Slash - Male/Male > Robin/Slade Views: 1934 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Disclaimer: See chapter 2
Oh, snap! This is a disaster, isn't it? Robin has finally gone and intentionally killed someone. Could it happen again? You'll just have to wait and see. Now, on with the fic!
SladinForever

A few hours after Rosie was rescued, Robin had found the highway that ran alongside the forest and walked it until he found a sign with the next few towns up ahead. The closest one would take at least two or three days to reach. Rosie was still asleep, which kind of worried Robin. There was so much he wanted to ask her, like how the guy who bought her treated her after hours—if the man stopped selling her at a certain point in the day—how many disgusting men had hurt her, if she remembered how many days and nights she had to endure sexual abuse, and if there had ever been others before her or with her at the same time. He was more worried about her overall safety than anything else. What if she had contracted an STD or two? What if she had gotten pregnant? There were so many possible aftermaths of what happened to her and Robin wouldn't be able to find them all out. It pained him to know there might be something seriously wrong with her and he wouldn't know it.
When Robin heard a car coming up behind him, he turned back to the trees and almost ran in. Glancing back, he saw the car fly by. With a sigh of relief, he continued walking. He didn't want anyone to bother them until they got to the next town. Maybe he was being cautious or maybe he was really paranoid, thinking someone else would hurt her. Either way, he didn't want any human interaction until he knew Rosie was safe.
"Mmmh…R-Robin?"
Hearing her voice, Robin glanced back and saw that Rosie's eyes were tiredly open. "Yeah?"
Rosie smiled weakly. "I was just making sure it was you and not the demon."
"I have a name you know, you ungrateful bit-!"
"No, it's just me," Robin interrupted. "I just passed a road sign. We should arrive in the next town in a few days."
Rosie tried to sit up on his back. "That's good." With the area in between her legs sheered in pain, she tried turning around on his back so that her legs could come together. She bent them at the knee, wrapping her arms around them. Robin didn't seem to mind the added weight. "Do you think we can find something to eat? I'm hungry."
"What kinds of food would you eat?"
"Fish, fruit and vegetables, mice."
Robin grimaced. "I think we'll stop soon and I can go hunting for rabbit or something." They continued in silence for ten minutes. "Hey, Rosie, I know its so soon and all, but…" Robin trailed off to look back at her. "I need to know if you remember how many men hurt you, how you were treated when you weren't being sold off, and-"
Rosie glared at him, making him stop walking abruptly in surprise. "I'm not ready to tell you anything yet. Don't remind me of what I've been through."
Robin's ears fell. "I'm sor-"
"Just please, stop talking."
Rosie turned her head the other way, placing it on her arms. Robin stared at her with upset eyes. Turning his head back around, he continued walking, staring at the ground. An hour and a half later and they stopped for the night. Rosie got off Robin's back carefully and rested against a tree, lying sideways. Her legs were bent close to her stomach. Robin stared at her for a few seconds before turning around and running off to find food. Rosie waited a long time before he returned with a dead rabbit in his mouth. Walking a few feet away from her, Robin set it down gently, rolled it over to expose its stomach, and then used his claws to shred into the fleshy skin. Blood flowed out when he opened the chest and stomach up. He then pulled the halves apart, exposing the bloody meat, guts, and bones. Putting his muzzle in, he grabbed meat with his fangs and teeth and tore it out.
Rosie watched Robin work in silence. She didn't seem to mind the blood as it stained the grass. When he pulled out a few good chunks, Robin used his paw to get them into one pile. He then placed his paws on it.
"I need your energy, Fenrir."
"I am working on it."
"You talk to him?"
As Robin's paws began to glow, he looked back at Rosie. "Sometimes, not always."
"Has he been saying bad things about me?"
"Lie."
Robin looked back at his paws. "I stopped him from calling you a bitch."
Rosie snorted. "Well that's real mature. He sounds like a bratty prince." With a loud growl from Fenrir, the meat suddenly burst into flames under Robin's paws. He quickly jumped back to avoid being burned. "Oh, can he hear me?"
Going back to the meat, Robin slapped the flames until they went out. "Yeah."
"He's just mad because he knows I'm right."
Picking up the now cooked meat—though almost burnt into charcoal—Robin turned and approached her. He set it down by her foreleg and sat down. Rosie grabbed two pieces and sniffed them before putting an end in her mouth and trying to chew on it. Robin watched her.
"He told me once that he was always treated horribly by his father," he explained. "After he was born, he stripped him of his heart and it made him bitter."
Rosie swallowed her food down. "That doesn't give him the right to be a jerk."
"Tell her to shut up already!"
"I know it doesn't. But let's change the subject. Where do you plan to go when I drop you off?"
Rosie's brow furrowed. "You're not gonna stay with me at the hospital?"
"I have somewhere to go," Robin said. "I don't know where that somewhere is, but I feel like I'm getting closer to it."
"I see." There was a pause. "Hey, Robin, how did you end up like this? How did you become a full wolf again?"
Robin blinked at the question. To be quite honest, he couldn't remember. He felt a prick to his right shoulder as he tried to think back.
"I…don't remember."
"How do you not remember?" Rosie asked, dumbstruck.
Robin slowly lowered his gaze to the right. "I don't know."
"Okay, first you don't remember if you have friends and now you don't remember how you turned into this?" Rosie asked, clearly confused as hell. "Don't you remember anything?"
Robin's ears turned back and fell sideways. "No…" Rosie's mouth dropped open. Robin growled lowly at her. "Don't look at me like that. I feel idiotic enough as it is."
Rosie snapped her mouth shut and swallowed before speaking again. "I'm sorry, but I just don't know how you could so easily forget your friends. You would think with such a strong bond, you would always remember them, even when they're gone."
Robin tilted his head slightly. "You sound like you knew them."
Rosie ate some more meat before continuing. "Well, I don't know them personally, but they're the heroes of my hometown. I've never actually met them, but I've seen them save the city from villains and monsters a few times. They made sure the people stayed safe, day and night, rain, sleet, or snow. And you led them as a team. You were a great leader."
Robin's eyes widened. "I was?"
Rosie nodded. "Of course. You gave your teammates orders and helped them out when they needed you. They've saved you a few times too. All of you could utilize your powers and skills with quick and easy precision. There wasn't anyone who could stop you. Even if you got in a near impossible bind, you fought back twice as hard and prevailed. You gave everyone of Jump City hope, even if the battle looked too bleak."
All of this seemed too good to be true. Robin couldn't recollect any memories of his past as Rosie spoke, but he felt that sensation he always felt when these things were mentioned. He felt many emotions and feelings on his body, probably having to do with battles, as Rosie had mentioned. But there was still so much he wanted to know; to remember.
"Will you help me remember?" Robin asked softly, looking at her with pleading eyes. "I think if I heard their names and learned about them, I will have some flashbacks of my past. Or maybe I'll get one of those feelings I'm always having."
Rosie nodded. "I would be happy to."
Robin's tail wagged along the ground. "Thanks, Rosie."
"But let's do that tomorrow while we're traveling. I'm still really tired and need to sleep."
Robin stood up. "Okay, you just rest. I'm going to go and see if I can find any water."
"I hope you find something because I could use some."
Nodding, Robin turned around and walked off, leaving Rosie behind. After she was done eating, she turned her back to the tree, leaned back, and closed her eyes, breathing in deeply before letting it back out. She fell asleep almost instantly. Meanwhile, Robin was walking along silently, not really searching. Instead, he was thinking deeply, trying to get some recollection of his past life. Fenrir snorted inside his head half an hour later.
"You are a hopeless fool to think you will get your memories back just by discussing your friends with that girl. You and I are one being now. You are no longer a human, just a wolf. And animals forget their pasts. That girl is getting your hopes up for nothing!"
Robin stopped abruptly, his teeth clenched. A menacing growl formed in his throat before he lost it. "I don't care! I am willing to try! If you felt this feeling like I do, then you would understand why I want to do it! I'm getting sick and tired of you-!"
"You do not think I do not feel it, too?" Fenrir interrupted. "Then you are sadly mistaken. I understand your want for knowing these things, but I know that you cannot get them back. I am trying to help you realize that it will be impossible. Yes, you will continue to have these feelings whenever they are mentioned to you, but you no longer have the memories of it. They had started eradicating the day I attached my soul to yours to create one. That is how my curse works. And it is not fair, but there is nothing that can be done. When that girl is no longer with us, then we will have to find a new purpose. We can go wherever we want and can do whatever we want. But you have to let go of this childish thinking. You must move forward, not back. Now we must return to the girl, or she will freeze to death."
Robin growled again. "Like you said, I can do whatever I want. And I'm going to have Rosie explain to me about my friends. If it does fail, then you can say "I told you so" then." Turning around, he headed back for camp. "But until then, shut your goddamn mouth."
Fenrir glared inside his head. "Fine. If that is what you want, then so be it. Just do not come crying to me when you do not remember anything."
"Don't worry, asshole, I won't."
Robin continued to head back to camp in silence.

The next day around eleven, Rosie woke up, stretched, and yawned. Lowering her arms, she saw Robin sitting with his back to her a few feet away, looking at the forest floor.
"Morning." Robin looked over his shoulder as she got back to her feet. "How long have you been up?"
Robin stood up before she reached his side. "I don't sleep anymore. I don't need to."
"That's convenient."
Robin chuckled. "Not really. Traveling long distances on foot is boring."
Rosie smiled. "I can imagine. Anyway, ready to keep going?"
Robin turned sideways to stand in front of her. "Yes."
Rosie got onto his back, folding her legs in front of her. They rested against Robin's neck. "If you need me to walk, let me know."
Robin turned his head to see her. "I don't want you walking at all. You need to keep your strength."
Rosie patted his head. "Then ride on, my noble steed!"
Robin snorted in amusement before looking ahead and walking. They were silent for a few hours, just enjoying the cool day and each others' company.
"So, what can you tell me about my friends?" Robin asked around three in the afternoon.
"Well, I know their names, what their powers or abilities are, and where they live."
"And where's that?"
"Well, they live on the other side of the country, in California. Jump City, to be exact. They live in a T-shaped building on a tiny island in the middle of the bay. It got there when an alien race came to the planet in search of something," Rosie explained. "Anyway, your friends, called the Teen Titans, are Raven, Cyborg, Starfire, and Beast Boy. You and Starfire were boyfriend and girlfriend for a time. I would expect you still are, though of course you don't remember it."
"You're right, I don't."
"Anyway, Starfire is an alien with the ability to throw these green energy blasts with her hands and eyes. She's fairly tall, has light orange skin, has long, red, flowing hair, and emerald green eyes. She's really pretty. Then we have Raven. She's a Telepath, so she can lift things and read people's minds. Normally the hood of her cloak stays over her head, so I don't know what her hair color is. She's got these really cool boots that I want a pair of, but in a different color. She tends to like dark blue and black colored stuff. Now your friend Cyborg is half man, half machine, with one mechanical red eye. The other is normal and blue. His main weapon is his Sonic Cannon, but he also has rocket boots, missiles that can come out of his shoulders, and has a scanner built into his arm. And last but not least, there's Beast Boy. He can turn into any animal, extinct or alive, but he's permanently green. He's the youngest and shortest of the group, but he's still a great fighter. To be quite honest, he's my favorite out of the others."
Robin looked back at her. "They sound wonderful."
Rosie smiled. "They are. But did you have any feelings when I talked about them? That was the whole point of this."
Robin shook his head. "Just a small one. There was actually a different feeling for all four of them."
"What were they?"
"I don't know what having a big brother is like, but Cyborg felt like that. He must really care about his friends. Raven and Starfire felt the strongest, like we were really connected. I can't really explain much more than that. As for Beast Boy, I felt at ease, but also really depressed. I don't know why."
Rosie tilted her head slightly in thought. "…Hmmm, maybe you had a falling out or something."
"About what?"
Rosie shrugged. "I don't know. When we had met face-to-face for the first time, we never discussed how you came to be with Drake, just that you were."
Robin looked back with a quirked eyebrow. "Who's Drake?"
Rosie's mouth made an O-shape. "Oh, right, you've forgotten him too. Well, he's the guy that turned me into this and sold me off to that man. You tried to save me, but couldn't. Hence why we're at this point."
Robin vaguely remembered that memory, which he had seen yesterday after saving Rosie. That made him think of something else. "I keep feeling that there's someone else I'm suppose to know, but can't remember. Did I mention anyone during that brief moment with you?"
"Eh, sort of, but you never gave a name. All I know is it was male, since you used "his" rather than "they". I wish there was more I could tell you."
Robin smiled weakly at her. "No, it's fine. I at least still have the feeling of someone else that I should be remembering in me. The farther we travel, the stronger it becomes."
Rosie smiled. "Well that's good. I'm sure you'll find who you're looking for soon."
Robin looked back ahead. "So do I…" For the rest of the day, they traveled relatively in silence. Once it got too dark to see clearly, they stopped for the night. Rosie rested against a tree while Robin went hunting again. It didn't take long to find another rabbit. He skinned it, cooked it like the night before, and then gave it to Rosie. He also decided to eat tonight. "I hope it hasn't been too tough to eat for you."
Rosie tore a piece off. "Just a bit."
Nodding, Robin stepped down on his chunk of meat with his right paw and leaned down to tear at it with his fangs. They ate in silence, Robin finishing first. He had pretty much forgotten what cooked meat tasted like. Getting up, he walked over to Rosie, turned around, and then sat down next to her to keep most of the wind off her. She leaned sideways against him while she finished up. Robin soon looked down at her. Her eyes were closed and she had her arms folded in front of her chest. His eyes almost fully closed as he narrowed them.
"Rosie?"
"Hm…?"
Robin looked away, a small whine forming in his throat. "We…need to talk about what happened to you." Rosie was quiet for a while. Robin looked back at her. "I know it'll be hard, but you have to tell me. I need to know how many men hurt you and how that fat bastard treated you when you weren't being sold. I don't want to leave you in the next town without knowing. Please." Tears had been forming in Rosie's closed eyes. She wrapped her arms tighter around her. After a few seconds, she had no choice but to sniff as the tears came down her face. Robin's ears folded back as he felt her sadness and pain. "Rosie, you have to tell me."
"You cannot keep pushing her," Fenrir said after not saying anything for almost twenty-four hours. "She is not ready to tell you anything."
'Don't you have an ability that lets you read minds?'
"No, only my father has that ability."
Robin sighed softly. "Was it twenty men? Forty? One hundred? A lot? Tell me-"
Finally bursting into tears, Rosie shoved him away. Robin quickly stood up and backed off, his tail going in between his legs. Rosie was glaring at him with tears and snot running down her face.
"I don't remember, okay?! It was a lot of fucking people and they all treated me like a toy! I don't know how many days and nights I had to endure my abusers! Now I don't want to talk about it anymore!"
"I told you not to push her."
Robin ignored Fenrir. "I'm sorry. That's all I needed to hear." He started to turn. "I'll just be over here, kicking myself."
Rosie glared after him until he was out of sight. Choking back more sobs, she rolled over and curled up tight, shaking from the cold and the memories of what happened to her. Robin stayed as far away from her as he could, to give her her space. He started pacing, growls forming in his throat. With a flash in his eyes, he slashed at the trunk of a tree with his fangs, leaving deep marks in the wood. He panted for a moment before snarling and attacking the tree with both sets of claws. Inside his head, unknowingly, Fenrir smirked, the red runes forming on his face, starting from his eyes, like before.
'That is right, boy, keep feeding me your anger and desperation. I will need it when I finally consume the rest of your soul and make it my own.'
When Robin had calmed down—almost destroying that whole side of the tree—he returned to Rosie, who was curled up on her side, away from the tree. Silently walking around behind her, he laid down and curled his body around her as much as he could. He stared down at her with apologetic and solemn eyes. He could easily see bruises on her face through the dark. Rosie couldn't recall how many men had raped her since the days, nights, and hours blended so much over the course of seven months. Unable to stop it from happening, Robin saw the things she had gone through and seen. If she cowered away from the hands of her abusers, they dragged her close and beat her senselessly. The images changed to Rosie crying and sobbing as the same men held her down and raped her. The more he saw, the angrier he became.
Robin's eyes suddenly hurt and, though he couldn't see them, the pupils vanished and started pooling in with a dark red color, like blood. Clenching his fangs tight, he felt the fur on his neck and back lengthen and rise. In the darkness of his mind, he saw himself within Rosie's memories, attacking and killing the men that caused her so much pain and suffering. Blood filled his vision and then—
"She will be fine. Eventually."
Robin blinked and he was back with Rosie, still lying on the forest floor. His eyes returned to normal and he relaxed. The new fur almost vanished entirely. He stared back down at her again and blinked.
"I hope so," he whispered.
Looking away, Robin stared off into space, wishing he was somewhere familiar.

The next morning, Rosie was limping alongside Robin, who stared at the ground as they walked. Their heated discussion was left forgotten.
"We must only be a few hours away by now," Rosie said.
Robin glanced at her. "I should carry you."
Looking at him, Rosie smiled faintly. "No, it's okay. I have to get my strength back."
Robin looked back at the ground. "You need to wait until after you've been treated. There's no telling how many injuries, inside and out, you may have. You could start bleeding…"
Rosie smiled a little stronger. "I feel way better than the last few days. There's no stabbing pains. Besides, we're almost there. I can survive that long."
Robin didn't retort. He knew Rosie was too headstrong to listen to reason. It didn't stop him from being worried though. After a few more hours, Robin and Rosie could faintly hear the sounds of motor vehicles driving on the highway. Robin sniffed the air with a twitch of his black nose, almost smelling the stench and aromas of a city.
"We're close."
Rosie looked excited. "Oh, finally. I'll be looking forward to sleeping in a bed. It may be a hospital bed, but it's better than nothing. I hope they can surgically remove this tail."
"If only I were that lucky," Robin muttered. Rosie didn't reply. After another half hour, they came to the edge of the forest and looked out. "Well, here's where I leave you."
Skyscrapers and signs could be seen in the distance, possibly for miles. Rosie sighed in relief, crouching next to Robin. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around his fluffy neck. Robin kept looking at the city.
"Thank you for saving me, Robin." She ended the embrace and stood up straight. The wind blew through Robin's fur. "You stay safe. Maybe we'll meet again one day."
"Maybe…" After petting his head a few times, Rosie looked towards her goal and started walking towards it. Robin watched her for a long time as she walked alongside the highway. Then he exhaled. "Good-bye, Rosie."
Turning back around, Robin vanished into the darkness and started on a new path once more.

To Be Continued…
- 6
- 7
- 8
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