AN: FFFFF, I had s'mores. Which is why I'm hyper.. CD And then I got to thinking about ASH, and then I kinda had to run out of the kitchen away from my family.. Oh well, at least it's not like the dream I had last night.. Mm, Mr. Finch. Why are you so damn sexy? XD I'd like to thank Sakuraflame10 for cackling like a loon, Hollow-shadows for speaking french, and bloodydarkwolf for being a kinky and hilarious person.

disclaimer: I don't own Repo! or anything within it. I barely own Mia. XD


It wasn't as if he was ignoring her. No, it was almost like he couldn't comprehend the fact that she was even there to begin with. It was like he was in shock or something. And Mia had a feeling as to why, but she sure as hell wasn't going to say it out loud. She would rather not have Nathan pinning her against the wall and making her swear to never tell another living soul for as long as she breathed. Not that she minded being pressed against Nate and the wall, which was a very odd thought her brain concocted. Especially being pressed against Nate. That persistent yowling, reedy voice hissed in the back of her mind, making her lips purse ever so slightly, the edges of her mouth, the corners curling the tiniest of bits downward.

She just glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. He didn't notice her looking at him, his face screwed up in what could have easily passed as a grimace or a look of confusion.

He removed his glasses and polished them on his shirt, holding them by one side in one hand as he pinched the bridge of his nose with the other and sighed out her name, closing his eyes. "…Mia."

She stuck her hands behind her back, clasping them together as she rocked back and forth on her heels, looking up at him, as she was wearing flats as well as being close to a foot shorter than him. "Yes, Nate?" She stretched out the syllables of her words, making them sound slow and somewhat garbled, sounding more like "yeeeeeesnaaaaate?"

"This.. This doesn't get out to Shilo, okay?" He asked her, well, more like told her, with an edge to his voice, warning her that if it did indeed get out, she would have hell to pay. He still hadn't put his glasses back on, his hand still on his face.

"Yessir!" Mia saluted, standing back on her flat feet and putting them together with a snap. "Don't tell Shilo about the kiss thing, although she'll be absolutely dying to know what went down on this stupid date."

"Can you please not call it that?" Nathan shook his head. "It's bad enough that that I have to remember it without you reminding me every time you say that."

"Hey!" Mia's eyes narrowed and she turned to glare at him. "Are you saying that you don't want to remember this?" She put her hands on her hips. "Am I a bad kisser or something?"

He stopped short, eyes wide, looking at her abruptly, turning his head with an alarmed look on his face, stunned and appalled that she would even ask something like that. And more importantly, what would he answer without making himself look like a fool or without getting flustered and unable to form coherent sentences, let alone speak.

She stepped in front of him and stood on her toes to look at him face to face. " Are you going to answer or not?"

He finally tore his eyes and his attention from his glasses, the lenses reflecting little white blotches onto his face, looking back at her somewhat blankly. He really couldn't think of an answer to her question, the first one, that is, as well as the second one. The third was rhetorical. Or at least he thought it was.

He stayed silent for at least a few minutes before clearing his throat and muttering under his breath something that sounded like "I don't want to remember because it'll end up hurting in the end."

Mia tilted her head to the side, furrowing her brow. She didn't understand what he meant. "What do you mean, 'hurting in the end'?"

He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he shook his head slowly. "Every thing I love." His voice faltered, and he had to stop to take a deep breath and recover for a moment. "It always gets destroyed one way or another."

Mia put a hand to her mouth to stifle a gasp that very well could have been a yawn, still kind of not knowing what he was getting at. "..Why?"

Nathan looked over his shoulder at her, his own eyes narrowed, and he pursed his lips. "I don't really know."

Mia's entire face lit up and her lips spread in an obscene smirk that made Nathan want to smack her upside the head very hard. "Maybe you're just cursed. Like voodoo or something."

The poor old doctor man fought the urge to facepalm as he bit his lip, his nostrils flaring and his eyebrows twitching angrily. "It is not some sort of voodoo curse." he spat, sounding very unamused at her answer.

He then looked away, down at the ground, his lips pressed together so tightly they were turning white, barely choking out the words in the loudest voice he could muster at the moment, which wasn't very loud, in fact it was almost inaudible, his voice itself wavering ever so slightly. "It was me."

"It was you? What do you mean?" Mia took a step toward him, and reached out to put a hand on him in a comforting manner but he flinched away before her hand landed.

He looked back up at her and his eyes were cloudy. He tried to speak but it came out more hoarse-sounding than he originally intended so he coughed once to clear his throat and began again, his voice shaky. "I did it. It was my fault she's dead My fault I killed my wife."

"…H-how?" Mia asked, her own voice going low, as she tried to keep that reedy voice from entering her own, saying something she would regret later, so that only he could hear her. She was staring, disbelievingly, at him, her mouth agape, a mixture of horror and pity washing over her at the sight of this poor broken man.

"I.." He lifted his hands and clenched them into fists. "I don't know how it happened. It just did. And it's all my fault."

"Okay, so, lemme get this straight." Mia crossed her arms over her chest. Although she knew it was kind of rude to change the subject and project sarcastic suspicion (again with the alliteration, oy vey) through with her emotion and body language. "You killed your wife. But you have no idea how you did it?" She made a face, something about this smelled fishy.

A flash of anger swept across Nathan's face, and his voice deepened, ever so slightly, as if Repo was coming out, which he was, as he leaned toward her, making it so that he was at eye level with her. The way he was standing cast shadows across his face, making him look sinister. "You think I'm making this up?"

"Well, there's something you're not telling me." Mia snarled, her voice also taking on a menacing quality to it, her eyes glinting maniacally, as she stood on her toes, again, mostly because Nathan was so tall and she was so short and she really didn't cut much of an impressive figure if she was threatening him and her face reached right about to his neck.

'I said it once; I'll say it again. We're through with this conversation, got it?" Gone from his voice was the weepy quality, instead, there was a dangerous air to it, a more gravelly tone, deeper, darker. It sent shivers down Mia's spine. Not the good kind, either, like when they kissed.

Mia nodded, curtly, her head bobbing down once, her chin almost touching her chest. "Can we go home now?"

Nathan (or was it Repo?) grinned, a creepy smile that made her want to shudder and, in an inane way, want to smile right back at him, her lips curled into what was almost a sneer. She could see it in her mind's eye and had to shake her head to clear her thoughts and rid herself of that mental image.

In that same deeper growling voice, (Nathan? No, no, it was Repo!) he remarked slowly, precisely. "Yes, we will go home. You are going to tell Shilo, and 'Ol Natey-boy's gonna have a fit and a half, but he won't hurt you at all. Not. At. All." He put an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Not only am I here," He leaned in, close enough to kiss her if that was what he had in mind, and waggled his eyebrows suggestively, licking his lips, as he regarded her with cold eyes that shone like a predator's, prompting a slightly disgusted, slightly intrigued face from Mia, "But old Doctor Wallace has what I like to call certain feelings for you, if you catch my drift. The poor sap would never admit it though. Good thing I'm here to help." And with that he let her go.

Mia was caught by surprise, even though Repo kind of creeped her out a little bit, she knew what he was saying was the truth. It was M that found Repo to be intriguing and a major turn-on. M was the crazy one with the obsession with gore and dismembered body parts. And now Repo was coming on to her, all because of M.

That fucking little reedy voice in that back of her head caused all of her problems. And if she heard Repo correctly, then there was a whole veritable fucking love quadrilateral going on and nobody even knew it. Mia thought to herself, clenching her fists so tight and biting her lip so hard, her nails left little red crescent marks on her palms, and her inner lip inside her mouth had started to bleed, both of those in respective order.

Damn that fucking Nathan Wallace. Him and his psychoses got her into this mess, and now she was stuck in a love-geometric-shape that would confuse even the most studied psychologist. Mia continued to think to herself. Dammit, why do I love him so much?

Wait, did she really just think that? Did she really love him? She didn't even think it possible. But she knew it. She loved Nathan Wallace. Just the thing was, did he love her back or was it Repo?


AN: MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHA! I feel so damn ebil. XD

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