Her head was pounding to the beat of ancient tribal drums. Cautiously she pried one eye open, when her head did not explode she slowly raised the other. The first thing she noticed was she was not at home, which confused her enough to worsen the exotic beat in her temple. Lissy clutched her head and let it fall back to the pillow.

"It's called a hang over." Terrance told her from somewhere near by.

"I'm not stupid," she growled.

"I'd say you are. What were you thinking?"

"You are really going to start lecturing me now...dad?"

"Right, just because I care about you I get the sarcasm and the anger. You worried the hell out of me and Shilo."

"Maybe the two of you should go off and get a room and leave my life alone! I was invited to the damn party and every one else there was drunk. Why not me?"

"Because I don't give a shit about every one else there, and because you have never shown any interest in being so before. Why now?" He hadn't moved any closer, Lissy didn't bother to turn her head and look at him.

"Because I can, I'm not a child who's hand you need to hold. Why don't you go spend your attentions on someone who you can boss around...like Shilo. You pedophile."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"The next time you decide to make out with a kid more than ten years your junior...make sure you're alone." Fuck! Terrance wanted to drop dead right there. He had thought Lissy inebriated enough to not know what was going on. She had seen Shilo kiss him, and he had kissed the kid back.

"Lissy..." he reached out a hand for her. She slapped at him, still off kilter, she missed and ended up slapping air.

"Don't you Lissy me, you bastard." she tried sitting again, moaned, and swung her feet over the side of the bed. "The only person you have ever cared about is yourself, so leave me alone."

"If you would take a moment to remove your head from your ass, maybe you'd remember that just a few months ago I asked you to be my girl. It was you who turned me down. Am I supposed to sit contentedly by, twiddling my thumbs, until you decide weather or not I'm good enough for you? Yeah, I kissed Shilo...and she loved it!" Lissy's hand shot out, striking him across the cheek.

"I don't give a flying fuck who you kiss! That's right I'm not your girl, and I never will be. You will never be good enough for me! You're nothing but a drug dealing murdering scum!" Terrance was shocked, not by what she said... he knew she didn't mean it, but by the force with which she had slapped him. There had to be so much confusion and passion in that tiny body, Lissy was overflowing.

Lissy stood, swayed, and took a step. She wasn't going to suffer his presence a moment longer than she had to. His hands were on her solders and he spun her around. She looked up at him in shock, mouth open to tell him not to touch her. She didn't have a chance to say a single word; his lips were on hers in the next second.
It was a hard demanding kiss. He was daring her with his lips to answer his unspoken question. Did she really care? He knew enough about women by now to know they never said what they meant when they were angry. Lissy's harsh words were as good as a love balled to his ears. 'Do you love me?' His kissed asked.
Her open mouth and sweet seeking tongue answered for her... YES!

While she was helping the GENterns and other GeneCo staff clean up the remnants of the lobby party, Shilo had sent Terrance upstairs to check on Lissy to make sure she was alright. That had been over an hour ago and he should have been back down by now since she was about to lock up the tower for the night so everyone could go home and get some semblance of sleep.

"Trinity?" She signaled her secretary over to her. She was dressed in a modest dark blue dress that hung to her knees and matching two-inch heels. "Take Ariel with you and tell everyone who's left in the building to go home. I'm going up to my office for something then I'll lock everything up. Just call me when you're done." The black-haired woman gathered up another GENtern with chin-length red hair in a dark yellow pants suit and black modest heels, and they went about their assigned task as Shilo got in the elevator and pressed the button for her floor. The ride up seemed to take forever for some reason this time; probably because she wasn't sure about what she'd find when she got to her office. Her stomach started to get butterflies as the doors opened at the top floor and she keyed open her door, only to hear what sounded like a fight going on in the bedroom. The young woman stepped to the oak door and was about to turn the steel knob when the noise suddenly ceased like a vacuum had been created and sucked all the sound out of the room. She pressed an ear to the wood for a moment then opened the door just enough to see into it and her jaw dropped at what she saw or could see through the small sliver.

There, in the dim light of her spare room in her office, were Terrance and Lissy lip-locked in what could only be described as a fiery passion that had been suppressed for far too long. His muscular arms were wrapped around the singer's shoulders while hers were wrapped around his waist and they held each other like they were the only people in this sick and twisted world. Knowing full well what was more than likely to happen, Shilo quietly closed the door with a silent click, picked some papers up off her desk, turned the lights off, locked her office, and proceeded silently down the hall to the elevator. Her wrist-com went off as she pushed the button for the lobby and she answered in a dead voice,

"Yes Trinity?"

"Miss Shilo? Ariel and I have finished getting everyone on their way home and are leaving ourselves."

"Thank you Trinity and tell Ariel thank you from me as well. Good night."

"Good night, Miss Shilo," and Shilo cut the link as the elevator opened on the ground floor. The only lights on were the running lights in the lobby as the young CEO set the alarm system she'd installed to alert her to break-ins and locked the glass doors behind her. Before climbing into the black limo that Rotti had apparently left to her "just in case she needed it," she took one last look back at the tower that was now her living legacy and let out a sigh as she got into the car and the driver took her to her home.

Shilo had kept her parents' home, despite the memories it held for her, as well as the family tomb that now housed both her mother and father, granted there wasn't much left of Nathan after the Genetic Opera; just the ashes that she'd managed to snatch from GeneCo's crematories, but it was better than nothing at all. The driver dropped her off at the entrance to the tomb and drove off, knowing that the kid would be alright on her own. She was about to go inside, but looked at the graveyard that was still across from her house; the one she had first met Graverobber in; the night she'd encountered the Repo Man: her own father. If she listened hard enough, she could hear the song that mysterious man had been singing that night as he harvested those corpses. She could even see herself following Graverobber, running from the GeneCops into the massive grave to hid from them while he continued his song and his "job."

Unable to bear the pain of those memories after what she'd seen, Shilo turned angrily to go inside through the tunnel she used to sneak out through every night to catch bugs. Pushing open the hidden door in the wall, she bolted up the stairs into her room that was still at the end of the hall, but vastly redone. Gone were the various medical machines that she had been hooked up to for most of her life to make the room look more spacious and she had torn down the plastic wrap that was around her bed; a bed that she had, on more than one occasion, wanted to share with Graverobber, but she knew now that would never happen. Putting her office papers on her desk and not even bothering to change her clothes, Shilo Wallace collapsed onto the new inky purple comforter and cried herself silently to sleep.