AN: Not Mine.

Graverobber woke up. Someone was kicking his dumpster. Again. He sighed, realizing that he'd have to move soon. Once one scalpel slut found his dumpster, they all came by, at all hours, all looking for Z. Live finding his home made them something special. He lifted a leg and kicked up the lid, scowling as raindrops landed on his face. He sat up and looked at his guest.

"Hello." Shilo stared at him, her hair sopping wet, her jacket soaked through. She was carrying a duffel bag, something he set aside to process later.

"It's pouring, kid. Get in here." He told himself it was simply a matter of keeping his dumpster dry, but as Shilo swung a leg over the side and her shoe splattered his face with cold drops of water, he realized that excuse didn't work when the girl was soaked to the bone. She knew what she was doing, though. No sooner had she gotten her head in, she swung the lid down. He pulled a vial out of the juice carton he was using to store them.

Shilo blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting to the dim blue light. "Sorry to wake you up." she said, leaning back against the far wall.

"You didn't wake me." He lied. "What are you doing out here, anyways?"

"They took my house." Shilo said.

He stared blankly.

"It was one of my father's job benefits. Geneco property."

Graverobber closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again. shit. How did he miss that? Her eyes were big and scared, her hands shaking from the cold. She'd been outside more in the last month than the rest of her seventeen years combined, and here she was, out alone on the streets.

"Can I stay here?"

He blinked, wondering who decided to drop this choice morsel on him.

"I can go somewhere else, I suppose. Where do you reccomend?"

He chuckled. She's so innocent. "Kid, you have no idea what you're asking."

"I have some china I can give you. It's not much, but it should cover the first week or so."

"You don't belong here, Shilo. I thought you were another junkie looking for a hit." Please let that dissuade her.

"It's okay if you don't want me."

"Look, I'm not a saint. I'm better than most of this city, but you can't expect me to sleep next to you and not have some needs."

"Right now?" Shilo glanced at his crotch. Not so innocent, then. "I doubt it."

"I'm just saying, if you want to stay here, it's gonna come to that. Not tonight, maybe not tomorrow, but it's probably gonna. And maybe I'm the first to tell you this, but wherever you stay, somebody's going to want that. I'm just good enough to tell you first."

"So I choose between you and--"

"The first drunk who can get it up, kid. If it comes to that with us, I'll try to make it good for you. 'kay?"

Shilo smiled. "That's good enough for now. I can trust you not to do me when I'm asleep?"

"First night's free."

He lay down on his side watching as she manuvered herself into some semblance of a comfortable position before he let his eyes droop into sleep. He could learn to like this.