A/N: This is my first "REPO! The Genetic Opera" fic. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything!

Shilo managed to put her father back on the wheel chair and push him out. The look in the audiences' eyes was filled with both pity shame at not being able to recognize that the Largos were nothing but money seeking bastards that were not really interested in helping people. She did not recognize those looks, she was more focused on getting her father home and do her best to help him get better.

'Being the daughter of a surgeon does have its advantages,' Shilo thought as she pulled the wheel chair up the stairs to their home. After closing and locking the gate and door she looked around to see where she could lay her father.

"Shi..." She heard her father faintly say.

"Shh, dad don't try to talk I'm going to save you," she said scrabbling around looking for a suitable flat surface.

Nathan though quickly loosing blood managed to direct Shilo into opening the trap door that lead to the Repo-cave, where most of his surgical instruments were. After a crash landing into the layer and placing her father on the table, Shilo gathered the necessary tools and an in-depth anatomy books. There was not time for Shilo to read and go over the information and began working removing the GeneCo jacket off of her father. Afterwards Shilo opened the book and pumped a syringe full of morphine. After injecting the morphine around and inside the wound she picked up the scalpel and began to cut under and over the bullet wound as she gave the diagram one more look over.

Nathan moaned as Shilo began making an insicion big enough to both pull the bullet out and drain the blood that got into the pericardium. That and some of the ribs on his right side were broken and had to be set. After removing the bullet out with ease and with no added damage to his prior injuries, Shilo began to drain the blood from the pericardium.

Next Morning

Nathan woke to the sound of a heart monitor and an IV drip and looking around he noticed that he was in the Repo-cave. As Nathan began to sit up he was soon stopped by a searing pain coming from his chest. Nathan blinked the last of the drowsiness and realized that he was not dead.

"How're you feeling dad?" Shilo asked as she came down the stairs with a tray in her hands.

Nathan was in shock and awe. Shilo had surgicaly removed the bullet and set the broken ribs?

"How did you...I mean how were you able..." Nathan tried to form a question but nothing coherent would come out.

Shilo gave him an understanding smile and said, "I'm the daughter of a surgeon, and there were anatomy books on the shelf."

Nathan let his head drop back on the pillow and released a tired chuckle.

Shilo put the tray on a near by table and took a cup with a straw in it and placed it near her father's mouth. Nathan sucked on the cold water and hummed in relief as the the water cooled his over heated body and dried throat.

"I guess...that if I wanted to become a surgeon I could since it comes naturally to me," Shilo said with her own chuckle as she sat on the bedside.

Nathan nodded and leaned forward so Shilo could raise the back of the bed so Nathan could sit up, as much as he was able to in his current state.

Nathan spared a glanced at Shilo and noticed that she was holding a cup of what smelled like chicken broth in her hand.

"Here, this should help get you appetite back dad," she said kindly holding up the spoon for him.

Nathan said nothing but nodded with a warm grin.

Shilo sat on the stool that stood next to the bed and started into space waiting for either her father to finish the broth or for some sort of conversation to break the ever thick wall of ice that stood between them. She didn't know how to break the deafening silence. What do you say to a man that killed dozens and pulled their organs while they were still alive? Or that was poisoning her to 'keep her safe.' Granted he was only doing both chores as a way to keep her safe and away from the likes of Rotti Largo and his band of misfits.

Nathan wasn't doing much better himself. How do you justify killing dozens of people and poisoning your own daughter? That's an easy answer, you can't and you don't. Well maybe you don't but the fact is that he poisoned the apple of his eye, his Shilo. He sneaked a look at Shilo and noticed that her child like features are now those of a grow woman. She wasn't his little girl anymore she was a woman. Nathan knew that there was no way for him to apologize to Shilo for his wrong doings but he though it better to take the apology and faulty reasoning out of his chest and perhaps that will help mend their relationship as father and daughter.

But before Nathan could even muster the slightest traces of courage Shilo shyly said, "You don't have to worry about apologizing dad. I know that what you did was for me to at least have a semblance of a safe life when it was clear that it isn't. I want to thank you for trying your best in doing just that. But you have to understand that I cannot forgive you yet, but I hope that with time we can both help each other heal and forgive."

Nathan could not believe his ears. Shilo was willing for them to work together and mend and rebuild their relationship this is more than he could have ever asked for.

"My dear Shilo I understand. And if I may be so bold as to say that one way to begin to mend this relationship is to relocate," Nathan said in a questioning tone.

Though Shilo was open to forgiving and forgetting the state their relationship was on at the moment was still very fragile and the wrong move could terminate any and all chances for Nathan and Shilo to start anew.

Shilo sat there for a moment deep in thought, it isn't a bad idea to leave. That way they could start fresh in a new place and their pasts nor they themselves would be recognized by anyone. That's a good thing, the down side though is that she would hate to leave her dear Grave-Robber behind. Could she go as far as to ask Nathan if the Grave-Robber could go with them?

"Dad...I think that, this is a very good idea," Shilo said with a small smile.

Nathan gave a small smile of his own and nodded.

"And if its possible and if he says yes can a friend of mine can come with us?"

She was careful because she knew the reputation both her father and Grave-Robber have in this society and knew that her father might say no to her suggestion too.

Nathan gave her a strange look and asked, "And this friend wouldn't be the man that helped you on your excursions to the graveyard would he?"

Shilo swallowed and nodded.

Nathan saw nothing by it other than it was an older man that her daughter is interested in. But, in a way it isn't too much of a surprise due to Shilo being mature for her age.

"He can if he wants. And I hope that if what the two of you have last that he makes you happy," Nathan said quietly, it was clear to him that Shilo was not a little girl anymore.

Shilo beamed happily and gave a tentative hug and said she was going to star packing their clothes and the few valuables they owned.

Nathan knew that he was nowhere well enough to walk let alone travel. A weekglove or take a couple more days he would be ok to move around and help Shilo with the packing of the necessities.