Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of these characters or anything else associated with "Dead Like Me." If I did, the show would still be running. DUH : )

This story starts the day after Halloween… I know that this won't totally flow into what happened in the last episode since they were already at Der Waffle Haus sharing candy, but just bare with me. That's why it's fan fiction… I can make whatever happen whenever I want it to happen.


1: International House of TROUBLES

"Why Georgia, is something the matter?" the platinum blonde starlet-gone-grim reaper questioned in her usual cheery demeanor, despite eyeing a seriously distressed George.

George Lass had just trudged into the hustle and bustle of Der Waffle Haus—which was still covered in Halloween decorations mind you, her long hair flowing off her shoulders in a messy disarray of tangles. She really should have brushed it, but she had a lot of things on her mind, and grooming habits wasn't one of them. Glancing over to the "official reaper staff" booth, George noticed that Daisy was the only one there. That made perfect sense considering she was actually able to get into the bathroom this morning. Usually Daisy was hogging it up for about an hour… applying expensive face creams and such while she continually banged on the door and demanded entrance.

Anyway, George was not in a good mood… not in a good mood at all after waking up to discover that someone had slashed the tires on her car.

George's POV: Who the hell would want to mess up my car? MY CAR… Probably some bastard who thought it'd be a funny Halloween prank. What happened to toilet-papering trees and egging people houses? Is that like so old school now or something? Not destructive enough? God dammit, I've been dead too long already.

Then there was this whole business of her recent chaotic encounter with the city's public transportation system… In fact, she still couldn't shake the feeling of uneasiness from her. Between the anxiety caused by that reckless bus driver and the old lady sitting in front of her overwhelming her and making her light-headed by spraying numerous squirts of cheap floral perfume, George just didn't know where to begin. In short, riding the bus of "HELL-o Kitty Land" (as she so properly named it) was not something she wanted to experience again. EVER. After today that was it! And when it let off two blocks away and she descended the steps of that wicked thing, so was so relieved to get off that she immediately felt the urge to kiss the ground and literally had to restrain herself from simply dropping to her knees and puckering up to that cold, hard concrete. It was quite a beautiful thing to not be in motion…

If Georgia had to rate her satisfaction of the entire bus ride, it'd get a one out of ten—and the only reason it got even a one was because she was being fair. It had taken her from point "A" (her house) to point "B" (Der Waffle Haus) after all.

George was standing in front of the booth now, removing her jade green jacket and then parking herself on a seat already half-occupied by none other than Miss Daisy Adair.

"Well, as Mason would say, 'I'm royally, viciously fucked!'" replied George with fake enthusiasm in answer to Daisy's question, using her wide, sarcastic, everyday-is-a-fucking-wonderful-experience type of smile.

She even added in an unnecessary, giggly little laugh to top it all off.

Be happy. Think happy. Nothing is bothering you in the least. All is well… Ok, I'm losing my sanity!

"Georgia, please never do that again. Valley girl-ness is not a good look on you," commented Daisy, with a thoroughly disgusted look plastered on her face of perfect complexion.

"Someone say my name?" asked Mason a little late, lifting his slightly awakened head from the edge of the other side of the table and looking around at what appeared to him to be a blurry bunch of faces.

Daisy yelped in surprise and bounded up in her seat. George, who was sitting on the end next to Daisy, screamed a little too loud and fell off the bench onto the freshly mopped floor, and then slipped as she stumbled to get up. They had thought it was only them sitting at the table!

All the customers in this little waffle restaurant turned towards their table in curiosity of the racket.

So far it was an average, run-of-the-mill day at Der Waffle Haus. Cause a scene or argument at the table, get the post-its and then skedaddle. That was the drill and today was no different.

George quickly stood up, composed herself and sat back down, thoroughly embarrassed by her loud voice and lack of coordination.

God, now I have a wet ass. Freakin' lovely! This just puts the icing on my shitty day cake.

Kiffany, who was standing nearby clutching a mop that she had just used to wipe the floors, reached her empty hand out to pat George on the shoulder. She asked her if she was alright.

"Yeah I'm fine," responded George with a large, mortified grin.

After Kiffany walked away, George turned her attention and head towards Mason who had just taken a flask filled with booze out of his pocket and started downing it like it was a canteen of refreshing water and he was some thirsty, dehydrated man who had been lost for days in a far-off desert.

"Jesus Christ Mason! You scared the shit outta me!" whispered Georgia in an annoyed tone, glaring at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah Mason, I never even noticed you were asleep on that bench, said Daisy, sounding somewhat annoyed.

She placed her delicate fair hand, with silver-painted fingernails, over her heart to catch her breath.

The Brit looked at them funny and then returned the now-empty flask to his pocket.

Daisy's baby blues suddenly lit up and she smiled a devilish smile at Mason. She looked at him as if she had uncovered his deepest, darkest secret or something. Like she had him all figured out.

"You spent the night at this joint, didn't ya Mason?" questioned Daisy, taking a brief moment to look down at her mug as she stirred some more sugar into her coffee.

"Ohhh, you didn't!" joined in Georgia.

Mason put up the hood on his old gray sweatshirt that was underneath his blue pinstriped blazer and held it far down on his head with his hands as if it would protect him from their accusations.

"I was not asleep! I got here early and I decided to take a nap…"

He gave an "innocent pout" that didn't fool anybody.

"Mhmm… whatever Mason," said George, who then turned to speak to Daisy. "I'm gonna go see Kiffany about getting some grub. Be back later."

After George walked off, Daisy started some light conversation with Mason about his resting habits. Too bad someone else happened to catch a snippet of the topic, unaware to them of course.

Footsteps were coming towards the table and they both turned to see their other reaper buddy, ol' Roxy, approach in full uniform. She was a tough-as-nails type of woman who earned her living by not only taking souls, but taking people downtown as well—to the station that is. Yes, she was a cop and this was one mean officer you did not want to mess with.

The dark-skinned woman casually took a seat next to Daisy, where Georgia was sitting previously.

"So how is everyone?" Roxy asked nicely, looking around the table. Before anyone even had a fraction of a second to answer her, she acted fast—out of the blue really, grabbing the lapels of Mason's blazer with her hands. She pulled him up from his seat to practically over the table. "Mason if you slept here—" she hissed, her eyes ablaze.

Mason looked wide-eyed and frightened at Roxy, while Daisy froze in awe with a cup of Joe perched at her parted lips.

Mason suddenly became fully awake and pulled away from her grasp.

"I swear to God Roxy, I didn't fucking sleep 'ere!" protested Mason, getting all dramatic and throwing his hands up in the air.

"You better not have, because I know you don't want a redo of what I did to you last time… Or do you need me to refresh your memory? Perhaps, a free demonstration?"

Mason cringed and shook his head, thinking about how Officer Roxy had dragged him out of the coffee shop and threw him outside quite painfully. That was one thing he didn't want a repeat of! Mason and pavement just didn't mix well together and that was that.

"Oh Roxy, you don't have to be so hard on him…" crooned Daisy, sticking up for Mason.

Mason smiled in light of the fact that someone actually happened to be on his side for a change.

"If I don't, no one else will," replied Roxy, staring down Mason as if he was some pathetic, little good-for-nothing. She was growing tired of his stupid, silly antics and reoccurring nasty habits. "This boy needs a serious reality check."

"I mean, we all know he's a fuck-up, but nobody's perfect," explained Daisy, her eyes twinkling with their usual mischievous sparkle.

Mason quickly shot Daisy a look that could kill, and then he grinned brightly at her.

"Thanks, love…"

He then realized that if he wanted to get the job done right, he would have to do it himself… and that job was defending himself.

"Look, why would I bloody sleep here, if Georgie and Daisy said I could crash at their place where it's much more comfortable?" said Mason in defense, running a fingerless-gloved hand through his messy brown hair and hoping to God she bought it.

"He does prove a good point… ah, alright," replied Roxy, somewhat satisfied and finally sitting fully back in her seat.

"Where's the Rube man?" questioned Mason, trying to switch the topic off of him while the opportunity was golden.

"He said he'd be running a little late," answered Roxy. "Had some errands to run or something… go figure."

George had finished waiting for her food and had come back with a tray of breakfast assortments. She was absolutely starving and went up to the front so that the cook could give her whatever the hell was available the fastest. George just had not been particularly fond of the idea of sitting around and waiting patiently for Kiffany to come to the table and ask for her order. Plus, there were too many other tables full of people and Kiffany would take forever.

"Hey, you took my seat!" the snappy eighteen-year-old slash twenty-if-you-count-the-two-years-dead yelled out.

"Ya snooze, ya lose," responded Roxy, not even budging an inch from her seat.

"Fine," Georgia spat out, acting like she wasn't offended.

George huffed, sat down her tray, and then took a seat next to Mason. Although, when she sat down, she landed on his lap instead of the seat.

"Gee, Georgie, I didn't know you liked to get all up, close and personal with me like this. I'll have to watch out when we do reaps together," teased Mason, winking.

Georgia gruffly moved off of him and pushed him a short distance back into the booth's divider wall. His body slamming against it and caused a brief thud sound. Mason winced as if it was terribly painful and then made a face like he was disappointed that she moved—or rather moved him. "What no complimentary lap dance?"

George took in a fork-full of scrambled eggs. "Dream on," she said with her mouth full.

"What's up with her this morning?" asked Daisy.

"I dunno, beats me," replied Roxy.

"HELLO, you could like ask me personally. Hey that's an idea! You know, you're all talking like I'm NOT HERE!" bursted out Georgia. "I know I'm dead, but I'm not invisible. You'd think you guys would know that!"

"What?" they all happened to ask at the same time.

"I'm mad because I had to take the bus today! That bus driver was on crack! He rode up the curb and ran two red lights. If I wasn't already dead I would have seen my life flashing before my eyes!" answered Georgia in an irritated tone.

"Why did you have to take the bus?" asked Roxy, curious.

"Apparently some little blue movie decided it would be hilarious to slash my tires! All four of them! And guess what? I have no money… I'm broke! Happy Time doesn't pay me till another two weeks. How am I supposed to pay for this?"

Georgia groaned and Mason just chuckled at her for referring to someone as a Hollywood porn video.

"Yeah, about that… You see Georgia, I was going to wake you up and tell you all about it, but you were dead asleep," explained Daisy.

"Obviously."

"You know what I mean… no pun intended Georgia."

"So how did you get here?" questioned George. "And by the way, thanks for finding me a ride!"

"I hitch-hiked. You wouldn't believe how many people stopped…"

Yes I would. Of course they were all men, because they thought Daisy was some blonde goddess. Just because she was a movie star in her past life, it doesn't mean she's better than everybody else. I'm sure they all wanted to give her a ride. Miss Little "Gone With the Wind." Daisy Adair. Her name even sounds perfect. Mine's Georgia Lass. I sound like some loser farm girl. Great, now I'm jealous of Daisy and frankly, that's just pathetic.

"Georgia?"

Mason's voice brought George back from her thoughts and she gave him her full attention. Meanwhile, Daisy still rambled on about the gracious drivers to Roxy.

"Oh, sorry… I guess I drifted off. What were you saying?"

"I know who slashed your tires," revealed Mason slowly, sounding like he really truly knew. "That's why I was taking a nap in here. I came home early in the morning and saw this dude all crouched down and messing with your car and such. I chased him forever and I ended up close to here and it was too far to go back, so naturally, I decided to just crash here since it was a few hours before our meet and—"

"Well, who was it?" asked George, impatiently interrupting him.

"Probably some brother of somebody she reaped who was out to get their revenge," joked Roxy.

George looked intently at Mason for an answer to who had vandalized her treasured Mustang.

"It was Trip."

Daisy had spilled her coffee onto the table in shock. She gave a small gasp and started wiping it up with a napkin, while George stared at Mason, dumbfounded at what he had just revealed.


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