A/N: I...just kinda randomly wrote this O.o So...enjoy and review. (To anyone waiting for an update on my Repo crack!fic, sorry its taking so long x.x Someones borrowing my DVD and I'm incredibly lazy. I'll try to get more up soon.)

"Hey, Dad. It's me again." The words were barely a whisper, little more than her mouthing the words. Her gaze stayed steadily fixed on the little plot of land, crowned with a simple stone marker bearing his name. Nathan Wallce 2016-2056.

A single tear rolled down her cheek, the only ones she cried these days were when she came here. It was wrong for him to be here, this simple grave among many. She had asked, begged, that they bury him in his mother's crypt, which she ad found to be empty, but no. GeneCo had insisted on doing it themselves, their way. Be glad he isn't in some mass grave, they told her. No, that injustice was just too great. So she went along with it, and here he was.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

"Who's there?" She asked, not even turning to see who it was. What did it matter? It wasn't likely they wanted to hurt her and if they did, let them. Her life wasn't going where anyways. Sometimes she just wondered what the point of it all was. Why she kept going on.

"Kid?" The voice was so familiar, though it had been a year since she'd last heard it. No wonder, she rarely left the house these days except for food and her simple job as a store clerk. But she remembered. Who he was. What he did. Her hands curled into fists by her sides. No. Not him. Not her father. No more injustice.

"Don't you dare touch him." Shilo said in a tone so dangerous it would make Nathan proud as she spun around to face him, her jaw set. He stopped in his tracks, looking surprised, though whether it was her reaction or her presence there she didn't know. She didn't care. "Don't you dare touch him or I swear God I'll…I'll…"

"Woah, Kid. Clam down." Graverobber blinked, resisting the urge to back away a few steps. "Haven't seen you around lately. Why so worked up?"

There was a long pause as the girl stared back at the grave, taking several deep breaths before answering. It was simple, just a single sentence, but those whispered words held the last year of her life within them. "He's my dad."

"Oh," The realization was simple. What else would she think, seeing a grave robber walk among her father's grave? "I'm sorry, Kid. I would never…"

"Just…Please leave." She sounded more defeated then angry now, like the weight of the world lay on her shoulders.

"I…Okay. See ya around, Kid." Shrugging to himself the drug dealer walked past her, pausing only once to glance back and call, "Take care of yourself, okay?" though he didn't wait for an answer. Places to be, people to see, drugs to sell. All in a nights work.

"Yeah, see ya." Shilo said tonelessly, her heart not in it. Her mind was on other things. The girl knelt, one hand gently fingering the loose dirt her shoes had kicked up. Her dad. That's what her whole life had been about and that's what it would be about in the future. Not forever though, just for now. She would live for him, because it's what he would've wanted. Someday that'll change though. She'll find love, a career, a purpose. Someday it'll be about her. Someday.

"I love you , Dad."