A/N: Right, so chapter three. A little less monstrous as the last chapter, but still lengthy. Hope everyone likes, this chap. Has some subtle fluff in it… but more hurt/comfort vibe. I promise eventually it will get fluffy, oh, and if you glanced at the rating, it's a T. But it may go up to an M you never know. I'll be sure to give a heads up if it does…

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Graverobber's muscles were reeling from being under the hot shower, his throat was thick with steam and his eyes were heavily lidded as a groan slipped through his lips. So this is what he had been missing all these years.

His hair started to loosen in the water and his makeup began to flick away in little chips. When he was finished he waited until the water started to run cold and then pulled his aching muscles out of the water. Slinging a towel around his waist he padded into the guest bedroom that Shilo provided him, it was a good setup for a Z peddler.

"Can I get you anything?" Shilo stepped into view and leaned against the door frame. She had changed into a nightgown and all her makeup was removed.

Graverobber smiled, "I can think of a few things but you won't like them," he winked.

"Haha," she goaded, "Very funny. Well I guess this is goodnight?"

"I guess it is," as she turned to leave he said, "Shilo, I'll take you out the night after tomorrow, okay?"

"Not tomorrow night?" she walked back into the room.

"No, tomorrow is a rough night, always is. I'll let you come on a Friday night when you've seen the ropes," he promised.

"Okay,"

"Mhm,"

"Oh and Graves," she murmured, "Thanks for calling me Shilo."

"Anytime, Kid," he smirked.

When she left Graverobber pulled on the pants she had left out on the bed and collapsed into bed. He wasn't used this kind of life, part of it made his skin crawl but the other part of him was blissfully ready for sleep. When he finally reached his dreams it was Shilo that he dreamt about. She was lying next to him, her pale arms around his neck, one leg swung low on his hips. She was telling him a story but Graverobber couldn't quite hear it, he was too preoccupied. His eyes lingered on the curve of her breast and the line that her shoulder made past her collar bone and up to her neck, the feeling of her pulse against his when she laid her wrist in the right spot on his neck.

Shilo whimpered then and his eyes glanced down at her face, she was writhing in his grip, tears falling from her eyes and screams emanating from her throat. A particularly strong scream launched him from sleep but the yells didn't quite subside.

"Shit," Graverobber pulled himself out of bed and stumbled across the hall, following the sounds of Shilo trapped in a night terror.

"God, please don't," he heard her say and he put a hand out against the wall to guide his steps.

A whimper passed through her lips, "No stop, you're hurting me!" This brought Graverobber's ears to attention, she was dreaming about that night she didn't want to mention. The night she said she had to heal from.

"P-please!" Graverobber entered her room and caught sight of her rolling in bed, her figure illuminated by the hologram of Marni on the wall.

A strangled cry erupted from her lips and part of him wanted to shake her out of it but he knew she'd never tell him anything if he did. He leaned against her bedpost waiting for the dream to end.

"Malcolm, Malcolm please!" she choked and Graverobber committed the name to memory, "Stop please! Please! Help!" A few moments of whimpering later she was snapped from sleep.

For a moment she didn't know he was standing at the foot of her bed, when her eyes coasted up she gasped and then settled, "Graves, you scared the hell out of me."

"You woke me up with all the screaming," he crossed his arms.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," she tried to feign confidence but her hands were shaking, "Sometimes I dream."

"Mhm," he nodded, "Sometimes we all dream but that was a night terror,"

When she didn't speak he murmured, "Whose Malcolm?"

Her eyes snapped up, "The guy," she murmured, "it doesn't matter now,"

"Clearly it does," Graverobber uncrossed his arms and eased into the bed next to her, leaning up against the headboard and crossing his ankles, "you wouldn't still be dreaming about it if I didn't matter."

"Fine, then I'll tell you that I thought I was going to die that night. But that's the reason why I got out of there and now I can take care of myself. I learned,"

"Kid stop being so goddamned strong," he sighed, "A lot of shit happened to me when I started out on the streets too, and I think about it all the time. I'll be honest, but you can't admit that you're still scared as hell."

"I'm not scared,"

He cut her off, "Are you gonna start lying to me now? Because I see right through this whole act you have. You put on the clothes and walk your little walk but none of it is Shilo."

She didn't say a word so he continued, "This leather and chains thing you've adapted is so conforming, and the fishnet stockings make it worse. I know when you get home you pull on your little skirts and your thigh high socks and Mary Jane's and wish to hell the whole world would shut the fuck up."

"You don't know a thing," Shilo said pulling herself off the bed but Graverobber didn't move.

"You got home and you wiped all that makeup off, and you showered off and got rid of the teased hair and put on your little white nightgown. That's who you've always been. Six months prostituting yourself doesn't change that and the six weeks it took you to walk down a street at night and recover from that beating doesn't change anything either."

"Why do you have to be so fucking honest?" she cried, "I came to you to learn about Zydrate, and to put you up as payment. I never asked you to get into my business and tell me what I am!"

"You invited me here because you're lonely and you need someone to fix you like in all those books you read locked inside this prison. I took the job because I've been alone for a long time and I haven't seen a girl like you in two decades, and because you do need fixing. And you have a shower," he added.

Shilo's face cracked into a smile and her shoulders dropped, "So we're both fucked up then?"

"Pretty much," Graverobber smiled back.

When she took her place back on the bed she finally took a good look at his face, clean of makeup and tanned. Her fingers touched his cheek lightly as she leaned towards him, "You look different than I would have thought," Her eyes coasted down his bare chest and stopped at the hem of his pants, her fingers followed suit. Graverobber waited until she stopped and looked back to his eyes.

"Like what you see, Kitten?" his husky voice asked.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't." She smiled.

"Kid I'm at least fifteen years older than you," he didn't know why he was getting so righteous now, "and you're just looking for a distraction."

"Fine," she nodded, "will you stay here anyway?"

"There I can oblige," she lay down and rested her head on his chest. He settled his unpinned arm on her hip and waited until they fell asleep.

A/N: Okay, so this is all I have written for now, so I'm not intentionally leaving you guys hanging or anything. I'll try to do very regular updates, probably every other day or so. When school starts up that might change….

Oh, and for fans of other things I also have a Doctor Who, Vampire Diaries, and Fringe fics in the works, if any of those interest you drop me a line, I'll try to speed up production. But as of now, Repo! Is my first priority.

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