Author's note: I'm finding this story increasingly difficult to write for some reason. It's very hard when I have the very basic outline of the story already mapped out for me, through the little bits and pieces revealed in the movie. I'm hesitant about fleshing the story out because I'd hate to do a disservice to the movie. Anyways here's some more!

Mag's shining leather boots crunched on the gravel driveway, as she made her way to the front gate. The night air was cool and crisp. She glanced over her shoulder, looking back at the limo which had brought her here. Her bodyguards stood by the car, watching her. She clenched her jaw, turning away from them and making her way purposefully to the front gate of the set of units, face expressionless and scarlet lips drawn. The bodyguards had only recently been bestowed on her, and followed her everywhere now. It seemed to her that they were as much for her protection as they were for Rotti's own peace of mind that Mag was not going to leave Geneco. The man had become very possessive. She had once come and gone as she pleased, done her shows and did what was asked of her for Geneco, lending her voice and image to their commercials and posters. It was part of the contract she had signed, and had never bothered her. The gift of sight in exchange for her being a poster child for Geneco seemed a small price to pay. She enjoyed the fame, having always held a strong dream of being a famous singer. In reality it was not as glamorous as she had expected it would be, and quite a lot of hard work, too. But she was happy enough. Rotti seemed to be becoming less easy going though, demanding that she never be out of contact with him, that she be available at a moment's notice to do her duties. And her duties seemed to be increasing steadily. She wondered why she hadn't noticed till now. She was starting to feel uneasy about it. She loved to sing, though, and she adored performing. So she tried to make the best of it.

Her nails were long and painted a deep plum colour which reflected the light. She squinted at the rows of buttons on the intercom, damn, her vision was not what it had been, and she pressed Nathan's unit number, hoping she had the right address. A few moments of silence, and then a male voice spoke over the speaker.

"Yes?"

"Is that Nathan?" She asked, her voice strong.

"…Yes."

Man of few words. she thought, "It's Mag. Is Marni there? Can I come up please?"

There was another moment of silence and then a buzzing sound, and the large metal gate clicked open, swinging electronically inwards to allow her passage into the yard. She walked with determination along the gravel drive, and then up the stairs and found herself in a long, brightly lit hallway. Letting no emotion show on her face, she walked down it, squinting and searching for the right room number. She needn't have bothered, as a door was thrown open and Marni appeared, looking fresh faced and excited. She grinned broadly at Mag, throwing her arms around the slightly taller woman and hugging her tightly.

"Mag! You're back!" She exclaimed, with a childlike enthusiasm.

Mag clutched at Marni's arm, stepping back to look at her friend, "Hello, Marni." She said, smiling and allowing herself to be led into the small, modern looking apartment which Marni had come out of.

"Let me take your jacket," Said Marni, breathlessly, "How was your tour? Oh how are you,Mag? So much has happened."

Mag allowed Marni to take her long coat, and then sat down at the small dining table, glancing around at the pristine surroundings. Gleaming surfaces and hard edges everywhere, grey and white and beige.

"Would you like a coffee?" Asked Marni, and Mag nodded, smiling at her friend.

She looks so happy… Mag thought, as Marni bustled around, fetching mugs and using the large coffee maker on the kitchen counter to make frothy, aromatic cappuccinos for them both. When the coffees were prepared, Marni came and sat opposite Mag at the small table, placing the drinks down and eyeing her friend happily.

Mag cleared her throat, "So…?"

Marni flushed, looking down at her cappuccino, her hands encircling the cup, feeling the warmth from the smooth porcelain mug, "I suppose you saw the news articles." She said, guilt flashing in her eyes.

The paparazzi had had a field day, as they say. 'Rotti Largo Left at the Altar.', 'No Wedded Bliss for Largo', and 'He Was Betrayed By a Friend.'

Mag nodded, and said gently but with much feeling, "Rotti is…devastated, Marni."

Marni looked up sharply, biting her lip with nervousness.

"He's changed. I know he was never a barrel of laughs, but still..." Mag continued, a far away look in her eye, "You humiliated him. Both of you."

Marni took a sip of the sweet, warm drink, unable to meet Mag's eyes, "I didn't love him." She said, softly.

Mag shrugged, stirring her drink and causing the small spoon to clink on the sides, "I realise that, and your happiness is important. But Marni….You left him at the altar. What were you thinking?"

Marni's shoulders drooped, "I know…I know."

Mag reached out and reassuringly touched Marni's arm, "You were good for him, you know?"

Presently, Nathan entered the kitchen, looking uncomfortable, "Sorry, am I interrupting?"

Mag looked a little guilty, looking up at Nathan, "Oh, I meant no disrespect." she said, hurriedly, "I'm not saying she should go back to him."

Nathan joined them at the table, forcing a tight smile, "I know."

"I saw you at a lot of shows." Mag said, now smiling at Nathan, "Thanks ever so for the standing ovations."

Nathan flushed a little, sitting beside Marni. Mag watched as he and Marni looked at each other with such an aching fondness. She sipped her coffee thoughtfully, and her large, shining eyes rested on Nathan, regarding him with curiosity - just who was this man that Marni was so besotted with?

She cleared her throat, "Rotti wants you to go back to work, Nathan."

Her glassy eyes were so wide as she stared at him, and it made him feel as if she were looking at him with x ray vision. Oh dear, Geneco hadn't invented that yet, had they? No, surely he would have heard about that. Still...It was unsettling.

He was startled by her comment, "He wants me back?"

He had had little success in securing a new position. Funnily enough, he seemed to be getting rejected as soon as he applied. He had a very strong suspicion that Rotti Largo was destroying his chances of finding work. An employer might show interest in him and ask him to come in for an interview, but always he received a call several hours later revoking the invitation. It was quite discouraging.

And how could it be that Rotti wanted him to come back to work for him? After what he had done? He felt trepidation well up deep within him. He had no idea what Rotti's intentions could be. Surely he had not forgiven him, so why would he want him working for Geneco again?

"We could leave." Marni said, touching Nathan's shoulder as he brushed his teeth in the small, modern bathroom.

He spat foam into the sink, regarding Marni in the small mirror. She had her hair in a ponytail, pulled back from her face, and wore a simple blouse and grey skirt. She had found a job , working as a barmaid in one of the city's many taverns. Marni had done bar work before, in college, so it was nothing new to her. In point of fact, she somehow enjoyed it more than her desk job at Geneco which, although it had paid quite well, had been extremely tedious. And there was no way she could go back to it now, anyway. She had certainly received no invitation from Rotti to go back to her old job. He hadn't tried to contact her once since their travesty of a wedding day, although several GENterns had shown up at Nathan's apartment and left 2 large trunks containing the last of her personal effects she had left at Rotti's.

Nathan rinsed his toothbrush under the water before returning it to the shining silver cup on the sink, and he turned to Marni, wrapping his arms around her and sighing against her hair.

"Why don't we?" asked Marni, seriously, "We could get away from the city, get away from Rotti and Geneco once and for all."

Nathan drew back, touching her cheek and looking at her intently, "I'll just see what he has to say."

He walked through the small apartment, picking up his coat from where it hung by the door and putting it on. He smiled at Marni and walked purposefully out the front door, questions swirling in his head along with a fair bit of guilt and trepidation. Rotti wouldn't do anything drastic, would he? The man now had power over the police force of the city. Genecops, they called them. Slowly, he seemed to be getting more and more power, and no one seemed to be doing anything to stop it. With his new law set to come into effect in mere weeks, Geneco would have the power to repossess financed organs. Already, advertisements for 'Repo Men' were appearing. Legal assassins who would be sent out to collect on accounts. It seemed so sinister and yet everyone went along with it. So few protested. Hadn't Geneco been the ones who saved everyone? Hadn't they saved the world from the epidemic? So, Geneco knew best, right? They were doing it for the good of humanity, weren't they? But Geneco had grown into something beyond that now. Something far greater, and far less noble. Nathan wondered what he was thinking, going to see Rotti. But he felt he at least owed his former boss an explanation. He and Marni had acted rashly, and it wasn't as if they could hide out at Nathan's apartment indefinitely. Nathan sighed, as a warm breeze blew. Spring was coming, the cold winter beginning to ebb and give way to warmth. There were no flowers in this city, so little grass. Just buildings and metal and brick and concrete. Cobblestones and billboards, bright lights and blaring sirens.

Nathan arrived at the Geneco tower which loomed enormously in the crisp morning light. He steeled himself and made his way through the huge revolving doors. The receptionist glanced at him and waved him through. He nodded curtly to her, not missing the look of abject interest in her eyes. Of course, everyone knew by now that he had betrayed Rotti. He shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, and boarded the lift. He heard heavy footsteps behind him, and turned to see a GENtern hurriedly board the lift after him. It took him a moment before recognition dawned on his face. Ah, of course.

"Mr Wallace." Said the tanned, brunette GENtern, "It's nice to see you."

A small smirk across her face, her amber eyes seeming to glow with mischief behind her visor. Nathan willed the lift to go faster and carry him up to Rotti's office. The woman moved towards him, stroking his jacket.

"I was so sad when you left. Will you come back to work now?"

Nathan flinched away from her, moving into the corner of the lift, and folding his arms grumpily. Christ why did this have to happen?

"So unfriendly." Said the brunette, with a grin, "You were much more fun on Christmas Eve. Don't you remember?" She smiled at him, red visor somewhat obscuring her eyes, but he could see that they were glinting with glee, and she added in a low, sultry voice, "You couldn't even wait to get me to your bedroom."

Nathan grimaced as flashes of what had occurred in his lounge room assailed him. The electronic bell sounded and the doors opened to reveal Rotti's menacingly shadowed office. Nathan pushed past the girl. He heard her sigh behind him still as he walked down the wide passage and into the office.

Rotti regarded him stonily, from where he sat behind the large desk, his arms folded before him on the shining desktop. He looked older somehow, his face seeming more lined now than it had been previously.

"Have a seat." Rotti said, in clipped tones which were quite a change from his usual sonorous rumbling voice.

Nathan sat down, hesitantly, on the two seater couch, his eyes on his hands which he clenched in his lap. This was looking like a worse idea by the minute.

Rotti stood up and began to pace back and forwards behind his desk, looking at Nathan with a blank expression, "You must return to work, you have a contract with Geneco."

Nathan looked up at him sharply, a questioning look on his face.

"You have been a great disappointment to me, Nathan." Rotti said, and real sorrow seemed to edge his words, "I had such hopes for you." He sat down heavily again, eyeing Nathan.

"I'm sorry." Nathan said, uncomfortably shifting in his seat - what on earth were you supposed to say in a situation such as this?

Saying 'sorry' seemed ridiculous, yet he could not think of anything else to fill the silence.

"And yet," continued Rotti, "You are the best at what you do, so I not keen to lose you as an employee. Unless of course, you have had any luck finding alternative employment?" a hint of a smile quirked the corner of his mouth.

"Funnily enough, I haven't." Nathan replied quietly, "Listen, I really-"

"No you will listen." Rotti cut him off, holding up his hand in a gesture for quiet, "I cannot forgive what you have done. But I accept it and I wish for us to move on."

Nathan looked at him warily, a little on edge by Rotti's apparent change of heart. It had only been just over three weeks since Marni had left him at the altar, after all. Nathan's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation.

"So, you will return to work on Monday and we will hear no more about this...unpleasantness." Rotti's tone was brisk, his eyes cold and his mouth set in a cold line, revealing no emotion.

Nathan stood up, regarding Rotti warily, "Yes, sir."

He cast his eyes down, and walked from the room. Rotti watched him board the lift and disappear behind the sliding metal doors. Rotti's face lost its unemotional look and he glowered at the closed doors with a silent rage. Then a small smile tugged at his mouth as he turned to his computer. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer, isn't that what they always said? He could wait. He scrutinised Nathan's employee file, a dark look on his face. Yes, he could wait for his opportunity to strike. No one would make a fool of him without suffering the consequences. Presently his communicator beeped, and he was brought out of his dark thoughts as he hastened to answer it.

The weeks passed by in a happy blur for Nathan and Marni. Nathan worked hard as he ever had, ignoring the snide remarks and comments from his coworkers.

"Would you like this scalpel, or would you prefer to steal Rotti Largo's?"

Ho, ho ho. He would regard them with a stony look, refusing to comment on the entire situation. And so he worked, counting down the hours till he could return home, where Marni would be waiting for him. Always with a smile and a laugh in her eyes. He couldn't get enough of her, it seemed. Nor she him. They went out to dinner often, or stayed in and had take out, half watching movies as they snuggled on the couch. And he would look at her with such reverence and feel so utterly enamored by her. He'd wake up and just watch her sleeping beside him, wondering how this had happened, how had he ended up with someone like her? And then her eyes would flutter open and she would see him, and smile with such warmth and affection.

This certain day, he returned home from work to find her sitting at the kitchen table, a look of fear on her face. She wore her favourite white shift dress with lace detailing. Her hands were clenched into fists on the table. Nathan put his briefcase down at once and rushed to her.

"Marni? What's happened, what's wrong?"

Suddenly a smile lit up her face, although she was trembling, "We're going to have a baby, Nathan."

Colour drained from Nathan's face, and a cold fear irrupted in him. Yet also a distinct sense of excitement and joy. A baby. He threw his arms around her, lifting her out of her seat and holding her against him. She breathed in his fresh smell, burying her face in his jacket. It was a little sooner than either of them might have wanted, but it was also incredible and wonderful. Nathan had never felt so scared in all his life, yet so full of joy. He smiled into her neck, clutching at her and feeling her heart beat against him.

He looked at her and felt a recklessness overcome him. Nathan was not a man to rush into things, not a man to act impulsively. But he'd never felt such an emotion as what he felt when he looked at her. And now they would be a family, a real family. Neither of them had family of their own; so few people did these days due to the epidemic which killed so many. Marni smiled at him and his heart raced.

"Marry me." He said, brushing a strand of hair back from her face.

She broke into a wide grin and pressed herself against him, "Yes! Yes yes yes!"

Everything seemed to happen very quickly after that. Marni was adamant that the wedding happen quickly, while she still had the figure for a pretty dress, and no telling baby bump. Nevermind waiting until the baby was born – that was far too long to wait. It was a humid June day and the church was small but prettily decorated in white and blue flowers. Marni wore a beautiful cream dress, her pregnancy not yet obvious but still giving her body a fuller look. Both were surprised that Rotti had shown up, and stood, staring at them with obvious hatred on his face as they kissed at the end of the ceremony. Mag was Marni's only bridesmaid, and she spotted him, and watched him warily as the couple made their way back down the aisle, now as husband and wife. She saw him shake with rage, and abruptly turn and leave. He was as hard and bitter as he had been the day Marni fled. Mag felt a cold trepidation.

After a lot of disappointment and searching, Nathan and Marni found a house and put a deposit down on it almost right away. It was on the outskirts of the town, a large and old fashioned house. It was severely run down when they bought it, in dire need of new wallpaper, windows and doors. They did a lot of the work themselves, stripping down the old wallpaper and putting up new, pretty paper on the walls. Nathan found much beautiful furniture at antique shops, and together they made it into the home they had both longed for. Photographs of the two of them graced the walls, many lamps and lights giving the place a cheery glow. Marni was nearing her third trimester now, no mistaking her obvious bump now. The baby kicked for the first time as they at last finished work on the house and stood on the stairs together, gazing at it with happiness. Marni grabbed Nathan's hand and pressed it to her stomach.

"She likes it." She giggled, and Nathan looked at her with love.

Nathan was shocked to feel the movements against his hand and he kissed Marni's hair lightly, still holding his hand on her stomach. It felt so much more real now. They'd seen the baby in grainy ultrasound pictures, but this really seemed to make it real.

"Felicity?" Marni said, with a slight hint of a question in her voice, "What do you think of Felicity?"

Nathan shrugged, "It's nice"

Marni looked at him with mock annoyance, "Nice!" She exclaimed, "Every name I come up with is just, nice!"

Nathan smiled and hugged her close. He felt such an easy joy, he almost let himself relax these days and not worry about the future. His work continued for Geneco, Rotti continued to be aloof and distant with him, yet was clearly making an effort to remain civil. He even asked after Marni now and then, enquiring in an offhand manner how things were going. In a strained and stilted way, he seemed to be doing his best to forgive Nathan, and this was something that both filled Nathan with confusion, but also with a sort of relief. Surely, what he and Marni had done couldn't be so bad after all, if Rotti were willing to move past it?

"Shilo." He said, softly, "I like Shilo."

Marni made a face, "That's a bit weird."