"We both know this is wrong," Adrien stated, probably for the hundredth time in the last hour, not to mention all of the hours that had come before this one. Perhaps repetition would drive her point home. Maybe she just needed to hear it once more before Sierie finally understood. Except that Sierie already understood her partner, and even agreed. The only problem was that Sierie didn't consider the life of a stranger more important than the lives of her family.

"I know it's wrong just as well as you do, but I don't see any way around it," she said calmly.

"Well, what if…" Adrien didn't continue because she didn't know where she could go with the rest of that statement. What could they do, if Sierie was willing to help her? She was at a loss. She didn't want to kill a teenager for something she had no control over.

"I'm not going to go through with this. I'm going to figure something out. I just don't know what, or how, yet," Adrien said quietly, more to herself than to her partner.

"Well, if you figure something out… let me know. I'm not making any promises, but I won't rat you out," Sierie said blandly.

Adrien conceded the small victory she had finally won. But she had no idea what she would do with it, or where it would take her.

"I didn't kill myself," Shilo announced when she walked back into the living room, her short dark hair soaked and dripping onto her shoulders and down her back, making the fabric cling to her moist skin.

Graverobber chuckled, he couldn't help it when she so clearly stated the obvious, "I figured as much when you walked into the living room instead of floated."

Shilo narrowed her eyes in a glare but stuck her tongue out at him to show that she saw the humor. She walked over to the old couch and flopped down next to the Graverobber. He wrapped a casual arm around her shoulders and she snuggled into him, laying an ear over his heart, content with the audible proof that his heart was still beating. Her left hand joined her head splayed on his chest, resting her cheek on her fingers. Graverobber adjusted himself so that his arm was around her waist, fingers travelling idly up and down her side.

The next thing Shilo and Graverobber knew, the sun had set and the moon was rising amidst the haze of the dank city.

"Well, there're things to do, Zydrate to harvest, addicts to… visit. Life keeps moving, even if someone's looking to end it," Graverobber said, hauling himself to his feet with a solid thunk of his boots.

Shilo sighed because she knew it was true. She couldn't hide just because she was terrified that the Henchwomen would finer her if she left the cottage. That wasn't any way to live. Granted, living with the knowledge that someone wanted her dead wasn't the best way to live either. Neither was particularly healthy.

"Let me go get dressed," she said, rolling off the couch. She landed on the floor and realized that it needed to be swept again. She pulled herself up and, grabbing her graverobbing gear along the wy, went to change in the bathroom.

"Don't wear a wig tonight, Kid," Graverobber told her from the other side of the bathroom door.

Shilo looked at her hair in the mirror. It was growing, but it was doing so painfully slowly. Now it was about the length of a pixie cut, the ends brushed at the nape of her neck and just about her eyes. She ran a hand under the faucet and tousled her hair with it until it looked windswept, or something that wasn't completely bland. Graverobber was right; she didn't look like the Shilo that people knew, the one that people would be looking for. There couldn't be that many people that knew that her long black hair had been a wig; there weren't enough people that knew she existed long enough to learn she wore a wig. She pulled a face into the mirror before pulling open the bathroom door and walking right into Graverobber, who was still standing right there.

"Shouldn't you have walked away after telling me not to wear a wig?" she asked him, looking up at him as he didn't even try to suppress a chuckle.

"If you had been paying attention, you'd know I hadn't walked away," he told her, Cheshire grin in place. Shilo glanced down at his heavy boots and puffed out a gust of breath, "That's what I thought."

She stuck her tongue out at him again. Then they were out of the cottage, slipping from shadow to shadow towards the nearest cemetery in search of freshly turned earth and the rancid stench of rot and decay.

They slipped into the graveyard between shifts unnoticed and lurked by larger tombstones while GeneCo employees passed them with guns that were far larger than were necessary to kill an intruder. A speaker nearby intoned how illegal it was for them to be there, let alone harvesting their glowing blue crop.

"Stay nearby, Kid," Graverobber breathed against her ear. Shilo merely nodded, having not yet mastered Graverobber's ability to speak almost without making a sound.

Graverobber crept in one direction leaving Shilo to the other direction in search of corpses to harvest. Graverobber was being uncharacteristically quiet, and Shilo couldn't help but think that he was as nervous about being surrounded by GeneCo employees as she was.

She found a relatively fresh corpse in an open grave. She looked around furtively for GeneCo before creeping quickly across pen ground and dropping into the grave where she would be more difficult to spot. There were six corpses in the grave, none more than a few months dead. Should make for a good harvest if they hadn't already been drained.

Shilo could hear Graverobber humming nearby as she took out her extractor and shoved it up a nostril of the topmost cadaver into the fleshy mass that acted as a protective barrier between her tool and the brain. She forced her way through it and pulled the plunger back. The glowing blue substance didn't want to lieave its well, but Shilo won out in the end, extracting three full vials from just the first body. She got through the first four bodies without issue, stopping and stooping below the lip of the overturned earth while the patrols passed.

She had no idea what caused it, but while prepping the fifth body, the world spun and narrowed down to a pinprick. She couldn't force enough oxygen into her lungs and she was certain that between the blood roaring in her ears and the pounding of her heart the patrol would find and kill her, though the logical part of her mind that hadn't yet shut down knew that only she could hear these things. It had been such a long time since the withdrawal had hit her so hard; she had thought that she was doing so well, that the worst was over and perhaps she wouldn't feel the symptoms at all soon enough. All of that had died in that instant.

Shilo peeked over the lip of the grave. All clear. She scrambled out, still riding the symptoms strong; she had to get to Graverobber, they had to get out of the cemetery before she got them both killed.

She found him three headstones away. He took one look at her and packed up his extraction kit; Shilo had forgotten hers. Seeing her blanch Graverobber sat her in the shadows of a solemn stone angel with the epithet, "Let you sins be judged in Hell" and ordered her not to move while he went to retrieve her kit and her haul. She mumbled something about not being far to his retreating back.

It was a tense, nearly silent ten minutes before Graverobber reappeared. A patrol had passed and Shilo had been too afraid to even breathe while he and his huge gun passed. The tension did not help her regulate her breathing.

When Graverobber reappeared he breathed against Shilo's ear that the guard should change in about two minutes. Until then, it was too risky to move. Shilo seemed not to hear him, she only stared at her shaking hands.

At the shift change, Graverobber lead Shilo like a wraith to the gate where he shoved her almost unceremoniously through the bars and deftly climbed over it himself. He grabbed Shilo by the arm and led her in a zigzag through a maze of streets and alleys in case they were followed. It was more than half an hour after leaving the graveyard that they were on their way back to the cottage.

"I don't know what happened," Shilo apologized when Graverobber sat her down on the couch. It wasn't until he wrapped her tightly in their thickest blanket that she realized she was cold.

"You rebounded Kid, it happens. Don't worry, it'll pass and you'll be fine," Graverobber told her, sitting down next to her and wrapping her in his arms.

She curled into his lap like a child after a bad fright and lay her head on his shoulder.

"I ruined our harvest," she bemoaned dejectedly.

"It doesn't matter," he assured her, rubbing her back in a soothing manner.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop that, it doesn't suit you. Weak personalities are sorry over nothing. You aren't weak," he told her firmly.

Shilo stopped arguing. She closed her eyes and her breathing finally evened out. After a few minutes she fell asleep in his arms.

He picked her up and curled up with her on the mattress. The addicts could wait, Graverobber wasn't about to leave Shilo alone, and he wasn't going to risk her around the highly addictive drug in case she got any ideas. Soon enough, he fell asleep as well; restless, but at least he didn't wake Shilo.

[A/N: Another really long hiatus that was uncalled for. I'm really sorry, but for those of you that have stuck with me and the story even with my absences, thank you so much. I know this isn't a great chapter, I think it could be so much better considering the wait between updates, but this is what came out, so this is what we get.

As always, I don't own REPO! Or anything about it, actually. I own paraphernalia and all that jazz, but other than that, the only thing here that's mine is the plot.

Until next time~]