Hey! i completely fell in love Mandy Patinkin when he was on Chicago Hope. Then discovered he was a huge broadway star and, then discovered this little gem that we like to call Dead like Me :)

This is just a two shot. I love Rube and George, they are just so suited to each other :) let me know what you think. Got another few one shots and a bigger story. If you like, let me know. Oreo's and love for all who do :)

'Fuck you Mason,' I throw the cup of coffee, narrowly avoiding Daisy. It earns me a look from Rube that means we need to talk before you kill someone that you shouldn't. I cross my arms and lean against the side of the booth. Roxie signals for Daisy and Mason to move to another booth. They do, lifting their plates to get as far away from what could be a slightly explosive conversation. I bite the sliver of skin on my thumb, Rube continuing to eat his cherry pie. I don't look at him. I can't look at him. He knows me like the back of my hand and knows when something or someone's fucked me off.

'So peanut, who's rattled your cage?' I debate wither or not to tell him what's happened. It's telling the guy you've been in love with that you've slept with someone else. Someone else that's screwed you over, multiple ways.

'Just…someone,'

'Can't help if you don't tell me,' I sigh heavily, knowing that until I tell him at least some of the details, he won't leave it.

'Well, if your gonna throw coffee at Mason, at least make sure it's hot,' I smile weakly, Rube taking hold of my hand. I grab it gently before he pulls away.

'I…I slept with someone, for the first time and…and he never called and now…now I'm left dealing with the fact he never called,'

'You feel cheap and dirty,' son of a bitch took the words right out of my head. I hate it when he can read me better than I can read myself. Makes me feel like I don't know myself, don't know my limitations. Maybe I don't. Maybe I'm destined to be fucked.

'Well, first of all you shouldn't be sleeping with the living. Bad idea. They age you don't things get complicated. Secondly, You should have came to me before you tried to burn Mason with a cup of cheap coffee. Thirdly, he's a fool for not phoning and any woman who tells you that it's a right of passage needs to get their head screwed on,' I nod my head, Rube, for the first time ever, coming round and sitting beside me in the booth. It feels like the entire café disappears and it's only us.

'Your still growing up peanut, still trying to spread those wings,' I burst into tears. Just fucking great. In love with someone and now they've seen you cry before they know that you love them. Sympathy sex. I need sex. It was started by sex and to end it I need sex.

'Rube,'

'Come on peanut, got something you might like,'

After hiding me from the stares of the group, Rube manages to calm me down before showing me this marvellous thing that's going to solve all my problems.

'They met, sixty years ago, married sixty years, and haven't spent a day apart once. Now, I get to reap both of them, in the one day, at the same time, in their sleep,'

'Now?'

'They have a nap at eleven. They live just across the road,' I watch the couple. They are just one person. Why was it so easy back then to meet someone, fall in love and live happily ever after. Sex, Sex was brought into the equation and now, now everything is-

Rube pressed his lips hard against mine, my arms wrapping slowly around his neck. He pulls back, like there's a problem. No problem. Just me realising that for the past year, he's wanted me. Like I've wanted him.

'Wait here for me,' I'm frightened that he's gonna disappear on me, that he's gonna just leave, not call after it. He squeezes my hand reassuringly. Fucking mind reader. Rube comes up behind the couple, touching their joined hands briefly as a thank you for tell him the time. When he sits back down, I wonder why he hasn't followed them home, why he's left them.

'Their's two of them. They know they are gonna die, no need for me to watch their final time,' He wraps his arm around me, my head resting on his shoulder.

'Peanut, you have no idea what the hell goes on in the minds of the living anymore. You're dead. Dead people, Reapers, we stick together,'

'Like me and you,'

It's not what I expected. I'm lying in Rube's bed, completely naked underneath nothing but a white sheet smoking. I never smoked when I was…alive. I never smoked, never had sex, didn't drink. Now, I smoke, I drink, I have sex, I live.

'What's going on?' I let my head fall to the side, Rube lying on his back smiling at me. I shake my head, hoping that will be enough for him.

'Peanut,'

'I'm angry,' He smiles, laughing almost.

'I never took you for an angry sex person,' I kiss the side of his chest, running my hand over the plane of his stomach. His breath hitches ever so slightly as my hands travel lower than the level of the sheet.

'That could be dangerous,' He pulls my hands up, tucking it in at his side. He knows I'm avoiding. I have been avoiding everything he's asked me.

'I wish that I'd met you when I was alive. Maybe I would have appreciated everything more, I would have paid more attention to Reggie,'

'Your sister?' I nod once.

'Think about it this way. No matter what happens, I can't die, I can't disappear and you will see me every morning, even if we don't spend the night together,'

'This is a regularly occurring thing?' Rube seems taken aback.

'I wouldn't do this for kicks peanut,'

The next day feeling. You've slept with someone and now, now your…dating? No, together…together is good, There is a next day feeling. Thinking of them sends a shock through your system, you think about them a stupid amount of time of the day and you will if not already have, die of sexual frustration.

My problem is the fact that we have to face the group. They will know. Roxie will know before Daisy and Mason and then when they find out they'll think I'm getting special treatment and things will get complicated and me and rube with have-

'What's in that head of your peanut?' He always asks me, like he doesn't already know I'm running through the worst case scenario's.

'Nothing,' Liar.

'You can't fool me,'

'No one can full you Rube, but we can at least try,' I send him a smile, a smile that no one really seems to notice as we take our seats at the table. Roxie eyes me suspiciously. I'm wearing make up and have done my hair, now it's suspicious.

'She got a big reap or something,'

'You getting a little hot under the collar?' I hit mason on the arm, Daisy rolling her eyes.

'Did either of you consider that she might just want to wear make up today? That she might just want to feel good about herself?' Everyone including Rube, the shit, shakes their heads.

'Yeah I agree,' Daisy conforms in seconds with everyone else's opinions.

'Me and Rube are screwing and I wanted to look nice for him,' The entire table erupts with laughter, and for a second there is a sadness in me, that they wouldn't or couldn't believe that Rube and me would be together.

'Yeah good one Georgie. You and Rube,' I smile weakly at Mason

'Before I vomit at the thought, my reap please,' Roxie ups and leaves, Daisy and Mason sitting.

'Can I have my post it,' Rube hands it to me slowly. I don't do crying. I don't do emotion. I was trying to get them to stop asking questions. They did. But it left me feeling empty.

'Peanut,'

'I'll maybe see you guys later,' My hair falls in front of my face as I pass Kiffany, Kiffany trying to ask me if I'm ok. Mason lets out a small, painful groan, Rube stepping over him to get to me. For the first and hopefully the last time, I run from Rube.