A/N: For my friend Stacey, who loves the Graverobber as much as I do. 3

"Here's the guest room. Your bathroom is down the hall, feel free to take a shower if you want." Shilo opens a door and flips on a light, stepping aside so the Graverobber can enter.

He flops onto the bed, folding his arms behind his head. "Thanks, Kid."

She smiles. "Any time. Thanks again. Good night."

"Good night, Shilo." She heads to her own room.

o.0.o.0.o

The Graverobber wakes to the smell of pancakes and bacon, and after getting dressed he makes his way to the kitchen, finding Shilo standing at the stove. He plants himself at the kitchen table.

"Morning, Kid." He smirks when she jumps, but when she turns on him, immediately regrets it.

"Don't do that!" He raises his hands in surrender.

"Sorry." As soon as the word came out of his mouth they heard a violent knocking at the door.

"Who the hell could that be?" Shilo headed for the door. She peered out from behind the curtain, only to find Luigi, Pavi, and Amber.

"It's the Largos! Hide!" The Graverobber nearly chokes on his bacon.

"What?"

"Pavi, Amber, and Luigi are here, and they look pissed. I don't want them finding you!"

"You sure you'll be ok, Kid?"

"I'll be fine. Now, go!" The Graverobber does as requested, however he lurks at the top of the stairs the whole time the Largo's were there.

Shilo opened the door to the very put out looking Largo siblings. "Umm, can I help you?"

Amber and her brothers push past her and head for the kitchen, placing a thick stack of papers on the table. Shilo follows.

"We've decided to give new life to GeneCo, and to do that, you need to sign over your rights." Amber looks less than pleased to have to make a house call, but the greedy bitch would do anything if it would benefit her in some way. Amber shoves the pen into Shilo's hand. "Go on, sign."

Shilo freezes. 'What should I do?' She panics. Signing GeneCo over to the Largo's would ensure the continuation of organ repossession and surgery will stay the biggest fashion statement. Keeping the company would earn her powerful enemies and responsibilities she doesn't think she's ready for or wants.

She's brought from her reverie by Amber snapping in front of her face. "Hello!"

She shakes her head and picks up the contract. The fine print says she's entitled to a quarter of the monthly sums as long as she stays quiet.

"Shilo, just sign on the dotted line and we'll be out of your hair." She sighs, and takes up the pen.

o.0.o.0.o

"You WHAT?" The Graverobber fumes. "You had power over that bitch, and you gave her the upper hand?"

"If I refused they would have made sure my life continued to be a living hell. They're out of my way, and I still get a cut of the profits." Shilo had frozen up as soon as he had begun yelling. She looks at him, he's pinching the bridge of his nose as if to get rid of a headache.

"Well, if that's what you think is best…" He says after taking a minute to calm down. 'Why do I care so much? What Shilo does is none of my concern.' He thinks to himself. He looks at her. 'She might need more guidance than I thought…'

"Why do you care anyway?" Her tone isn't incredulous, but curious, pleading even.

"I don't know. I guess I have a soft spot for ya." He smirks at her and sees a look in her eyes he can't quite place. Longing? Desire? 'Can't be', he thinks. What would such a pure girl want with a filthy graverobber like him?

Shilo stands up from the couch and approaches the Graverobber. She looks at him for a moment before wrapping her arms around him. He hesitates for a moment before returning the gesture, and strokes her hair gently. He smiles. "What was that for, Kid?"

She pulls away slightly. "For everything. If you hadn't been watching out for me I'd be alone. Thank you."

He strokes her cheek. "Don't mention it, Kid."

A/N: Thanks for reading, PLEASE review!-J.T. Sparrow