Author's Note: I do not own Repo! The Genetic Opera or any characters thereof. Nor do I own the title (if you know Repo! I'm sure you recognize it). I don't even own this plot- credit for that goes to the lovely Courtney. All I can take credit for is my writing.

This will be quick, Marni thinks as the limo nears the GeneCo building. She and the driver are the only ones in the car, and the space seems too vast without Rotti and his bodyguards sitting beside her. But I'm glad he's not here. I am. She needs time to collect her thoughts, figure out what to say… but what else is there to say, after "I'm leaving?" After, "It's over?" After, "I don't love you?"

Now the limo is coming to a stop. The driver is getting out, walking around the hood, opening her door, and she can't move, she can't get out. If she gets out of the car, she'll have to face him. And she still doesn't know what she'll say. The door of the building must be coming to her, because she's fairly sure that her legs can't move, that she hasn't even left the car. And the hallway must be moving past her, elevator doors opening, then closing behind her. Sanitarium Isle falls away; she has to close her eyes. The strange feeling in her stomach must be due to the elevator's sudden stop, never mind that this building was commissioned by the most powerful man in the world, and is as perfect as it is possible for a man-made structure to be. She tries to ignore the strange sensation in her legs as she steps out of the elevator; it's almost a pins-and-needles feeling, except that the pins and needles are being pulled down by a giant magnet below her feet. But she has to keep moving, because the chauffeur- has he been here the whole time?- is leading her down the hallway. She realizes, a moment before he knocks on the door in front of them, that they are in the Largos' private quarters. The door opens a year later, and Marni nearly runs in the opposite direction.

"Marni, thanks for coming." The man facing her is not a GeneCo employee, or some random visitor. Rotti Largo himself stands on the other side of the door, smiling at her as though they had never said those horrible things to each other just the month before. Smiling, as though she had never married another man.

"Look, Rotti, I-" But he's kissing her hand, and leading her into the room. He's sliding off her coat before she can even fully register the situation- he always was good with his hands- and suddenly she's sitting in one of the velvet-and-mahogany armchairs in Rotti's receiving room. Her eyes stray over to the door on her right. That leads to a hallway, and the room beyond that is his bedroom… Marni immediately looks down at her lap, her face heating up. Part of her wonders why she's suddenly acting like such a schoolgirl. It's not like you haven't walked through this room a hundred times. But that was before Nathan-

"Marni." Her eyes snap up and meet Rotti's. He's sitting right in front of her, in the matching armchair. "Your being here… means a lot to me. We've said awful things to each other, things I know we didn't mean. I've missed you, Marni. These past weeks have been… difficult without you. I hope it's not too late-" But she doesn't even hear what he says next, not that it could possibly redeem him. What was all of this greeting-card bullshit he was feeding her? And where was his apology? Awful things? He had called her a harlot, a worthless tramp, told her never to set foot on GeneCo property again. And that last part-

"'Not too late?'" she says, towering over the man she once thought she loved. She barely remembers standing. "'Not too late?' Rotti, I'm married. You know this- you glared at me through the entire ceremony! I left you. I don't belong to you." He has the gall to look injured. He stands and weaves one hand through her dark hair and places the other under her chin, making her look up at him, in a familiar gesture that used to make her feel special. Now it makes her feel like a child. She steps back in disgust, forgetting that the chair is directly behind her. When she stumbles, Rotti catches her, and even when she has her feet back under her, he keeps his arms wrapped around her waist. "Rotti, let go," she says, placing her hands on his chest and trying to push him away, but her words lack force. This reminds her simultaneously of their last fight and of countless embraces they shared in a past life. Besides, he always was stronger than her; Marni knows she's not going anywhere.

"Please, Marni," he says, and she's a little surprised. "Please" is not part of Rotti Largo's vernacular; most of the time, a simple order is good enough, unless he's in public. Then she nearly has a heart attack. "I wish we had never fought. I- I'm sorry." In the two years Marni had been his girlfriend, she had never heard Rotti apologize to anyone. Everything could be blamed on someone else's incompetence.

In her shock, Marni doesn't quite notice that one of Rotti's hands is once again entangled in her hair. "I've missed you so much," he says, and this is not the voice of Rottissimo Largo, founder of GeneCo and savior of the world. This is the voice of the man who used to kiss her hello, who always had a smile for her, who had been an integral part of her life for the past two years. And on some level, she misses him, too. Maybe it's the familiarity of his warmth, his smell, his voice, maybe she hasn't got the strength of will or the energy to keep refusing, but she doesn't object when he kisses her, and soon she's kissing him back, and she's not letting herself think or remember. She's not letting herself realize that they're moving closer and closer to the door on the right.