A Ghost of a Girl

Disclaimer: I do not own Mason or any one else – property of MGM/Showtime

This is a story centered strictly on Mason – but who cares we all love us some Mason right? – This is set somewhere in the middle of season 2.

Chapter 1
Buy me a waffle?

Mason was late as usual; he woke up in yesterdays clothes, feeling ever so slightly sick. A few swigs from a nearly empty liquor bottle and a splash of cologne and he was out the door. He made it to the Waffle Haus nearly twenty-five minutes late.

He hurried past a group of people loitering by the entrance knowing that as usual Rube would be having his ass for breakfast. He had a lot of respect for Rube but he still found himself wishing that Rube would lay off the insults just a wee bit.

Mason found his fellow reapers sitting in their usual booth eating breakfast and bickering back and forth at one another. It was really just a typical morning as far he could tell.

"Morning." He said sliding in next to his latest crush, Daisy Adair, the fallen starlet who at the moment was eating cottage cheese and fruit and trying to convince George – their group's youngest reaper at a mere eighteen, that she should take a proactive role in her appearance. George gave the finger and asked Rube for her post it.

"In a minute," Rube said absently as he turned his attentions to Mason.

"Oversleep?" he asked with a not so pleased eyebrow raised in honor of his annoyance.

"I was bloody tired Rube." Mason said leaning over and sniffing Daisy's hair.

"You smell good love."

"You don't." she replied in a snippy voice and scooted over.

He turned and looked back at Rube – "So what's good today?"

"The pancakes were lovely," a short pause, "So you set the hours now is that it Mason?"

"Rube…." George said from her place at the end of the booth. "Rube." Her voice got a bit higher as she found herself ignored. This whining caused Roxie dressed to kill in her police officers garb to lean across the table and give George one of her famous 'shut the fuck up' faces.

"Do you mind – the man's working." She stated matter of factly as she dismissed George with a wave of her hands. Roxie shook her head and agitation while she shoved a fork full of eggs into her mouth.

"Well I am going to be late for work." George said rolling her eyes at Roxie. "Rube…" She started again.

"Be with you in a minute peanut." – Rube said quietly as he turned his attention back to Mason.

" Mason – let me make myself clear – I do not care what you do – or better yet how much you do – but one thing you will not do – is show up late – do it again and I will make your ass a hat - got it?"

"Got it." Mason replied and lowered his head which he then dropped down onto the table with a resounding thud.

He heard Daisy gripe about her coffee being split or some such bullshit. He closed his eyes and thought how lovely it would be if he could just get up and walk out of the Waffle Haus and be on a plane to a tropical island all by the time noon rolled around.

Sometimes this whole grim reaper thing got to be a bit lame.

He lifted his head up and turned it towards Daisy.

"Buy me a waffle love?" he asked and smiled.

"You don't need food – you need a bath which I am not giving you either – so don't bother asking!" she said turning back to her breakfast.

Mason sat up as Rube handed out the post it's.

Mason glanced at his and then at the clock.

It was in forty five minutes – great! Like he could just teleport himself across town - Bloody Hell!

"Can I have a ride George?" He asked as he turned to George whose surly expression gave away her answer before she spoke.

"No – I am so late." She pushed out of the booth barely waiting for Daisy or Mason to get out of her way.

Mason stepped aside to let her pass – and watched as George tore out of the restaurant like her ass was on fire.

"So – I guess I better get walking." He said as everyone went back to eating.

He shrugged and looked down at his post it.

"Well then later all." He said as he pocked the post it and got ready to leave.

There was no response except for Rube who looked up long enough to give him the evil eye and a "Don't fuck up."

Mason left the restaurant marveling at the other reapers. They were all so terrible at relationships – at friendships even – hell all they did was fight and insult one another and they were supposed to be his family? That made him terribly sad. He hurried to the bus stop and pulled out the post it.

F. Vanderhutton---- it read. –

"There's a fucked name." he said chuckling a bit, a he turned up the collar of his denim jacket and made his way quickly to the bus stop.

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