Disclaimer: I do not own anything involving Repo except some pictures made of deviant art (vampyregirl1991) and some badly sung versions of some of the songs on YouTube (JackSparrowluvr25)

Thanks to:

X evil lil repo bitchX: Short chappie but good.

Stupidamericanidioms91: yeah, I wanted to set up for the next chapter

xxSazzyBabexx: awwwww! sweet chapter! :D

Stupidamericanidioms91: The point of this story is show love.

Faefallenangel: Loved the chapter! And the other ones I didn't review, I keep reading them on my iTouch and don't want to log in on that. When I should be sleeping I am reading your newest chapter.. . Should I be enjoying this or annoyed at my addiction to your story? lol Please keep up the good work, it is nice how much you update. Speaking of which I need to do that with my own story...need my movie back... Anyway, keep up the good work and I can't wait to read more in the future!

Stupidamericanidioms91: ahahha. I'm sorry, love. When I should be sleeping, I'm normally writing a new chapter. You can be annoyed with me if you want.

Indi Lestrange: Haha, sorrrrrry :) good chapter, graverobber is so good to her

Stupidamericanidioms91: It's ok. Thanks, I wanted Graverobber to have a side that people don't really see.

Jokergirl4ever: That was a cute little chapter. Graverobber would do anything for shilo, I am loving aunt donna right now :) she brings a little light to graverobbers life.

Stupidamericanidioms91: My faithful addict, yes, aunt donna is actually based on Donna Noble from Doctor Who (Noble's softer side) and she was my favorite.

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Graverobber sat in the kitchen, completely absorbed in what he was doing. He wanted her present to be special. Something she would like…he hoped.

"When did you start caring about others again?" His Aunt Donna asked, sitting across from him, looking at what he was doing.

"I honestly don't remember." He said, looking at her. When had he started caring again? He remembered when he stopped caring altogether. He was five years old.

Xx flashbackxX

"Mommy, look what I did!" Geoff yelled, running toward his mother, with a hand drawn picture in his hand. It was a typical five year old's drawing. The sky was purple, the stars were yellow, the grass was blue and there were two stick people. "It's me and you." He said, beaming with pride.

His mother smiled at him before she began coughing loud and hard.

"Are you okay, Mommy?" he asked, worried for her.

"I'm fine Geoff." She said, taking his hand. "Come along now."

As they headed out the door he looked up at her. "Where are we going? To Aunt Donna's?"

"No."

They hurried along in silence until they came to the graveyard.

"Are we visiting Daddy?"

"Yes, Geoff, yes, we're visiting Daddy."

Geoff ran ahead of his mother, his picture held tightly in his hand.

"Hi Daddy." He said, sitting in front of his father's grave. "Sorry that Mommy and I haven't been around, I started kindergarten and mommy's been sick." He said.

"I made a picture of me and mommy for her but you can have it." He said, laying it against the headstone. "I miss you daddy. I love you."

He stood up and looked around for his mother but she was nowhere to be found.

"Mommy?"

No response.

"Mommy."

Geoff started running when he remembered what his teacher said. "Don't panic, stay where you are until your mommy or a police man finds you."

Geoff stood still and looked around. "Fuck you, teach, there's no one here."

"HELP!" he yelled.

"Who's there?"

"My name's Geoff and I've five years old!" He felt like crying. Where was his mommy?

The grave keeper came over and found Geoff standing there with a sharp rock in his hand.

"Where's your mom?"

"I don't know." Geoff said, tears flowing down his cheeks. "She told me we were visiting Daddy and when I got up, she wasn't there."

"Christ."

Geoff grew up with the grave keeper, Cristophe. He liked the old man a lot and Cristophe loved him like a son. When Geoff was eighteen he looked at Cristophe and said "How is I came into your care?"

Cristophe looked at him with sad blue eyes and said "Your mother." He said. "Do you remember that night at all?"

"No. I remember sitting at my father's grave and telling him something." Geoff said.

"Well, that wasn't really your father's grave."

"What?"

"I am your father." He said. "Your mother would bring you here so I could at least see you every once in a while. She was ashamed of me for being a grave keeper." He glanced up at his son. "And a grave robber."

Geoff couldn't believe it. He grabbed his stuff and ran out of the house. As he ran he heard sirens. Someone was robbing a grave near him. He went to go catch the guy but was tackled by the cop instead.

"Give me your name." he said.

Offering the man an evilish grin he said "Graverobber."

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"I guess it was when Shilo needed someone most." He said.

"What's her story?"

Graverobber sighed and told Shilo's story. How Rotti didn't like Nathan…how he poisoned his own daughter to make her stay with him…how Nathan was killed in front of Shilo.

"Poor dear." Aunt Donna said.

"I took her in…and then I made a big mistake." Graverobber said, his head in his hands.

"Life is all about making mistakes."

"I fell in love with her."

"How is that a mistake?" Aunt Donna asked. "Love is never a mistake."

Graverobber looked at his aunt, hoping to God she was right.

Xxxxxxx

"Geoff?"

Graverobber walked slowly into the room, his hands behind his back.

"Good morning, beautiful, how was your night?"

"Tiring." She said, stretching.

"Then it's a good thing you slept…all day." He said, kissing her lightly.

"Yeah." She said, giggling. "So what's behind your back?"

He grinned. "There is absolutely no getting around you, is there, my love?" he asked.

"Nope. What can I say, it's a gift." She smiled.

Graverobber handed her what he had behind his back.

"Happy birthday." He whispered.