A/N: I hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter… I do not have much to say so all I am going to leave you with is MASON & GEORGE FOREVER!

Listening to- Tik Tok by: Ke$ha

Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Like Me or any of its characters. This is for entertainment purposes only… well it is also a little for my own personal satisfaction.

When I woke up the next morning, Rube was sitting at the edge of my bed.

"Morning Peanut I have an early assignment for you."

I groaned and said, "Come on Rube I have work in a few hours."

He shook his head and stood up with his arms crossed as he looked down at me.

"Fuck…"

I got up and started pulling on a pair of dirty as Rube started heading towards the door. At first, I just thought of the death of P. Sherman, but then my thoughts started to wander.

"RUBE!" I called out as he just walked out.

He stuck his head back in and had a confused look on his face.

"Yes Peanut you have to go."

"No I was wondering if you knew what was going on with Mason yesterday." He shrugged and obviously had no intention of saying anything more.

I tried to put the whole mess out of my head, but the image of him being inches away from my face kept appearing in front of my eyes. Soon after the vibrations would be sent out as well and that is when I was sure, I would never get through the day.

I took off the shirt I was wearing and tossed it on the ground as I looked through my closet trying to find something, anything to wear.

Finally, I picked out a black silk button down shirt that always came up just half an inch above my belly button, but before I buttoned it up, I felt something against my neck. I was not sure what it was so I turned around swinging.

Mason amazingly caught my hand just before it could reach his face.

"Nice Georgie." He did not even bother to look up at me when he said this. he just kept his eyes on my breast.

"I know they are great aren't they?" he nodded, but then looked up at me clearly had not been expecting that answer. I ignored it and sat down on my bed as I leaned back on my hands.

"Can I help you with something?" Mason walked over to stand in front of me as he showed me his post-it.

"This E. Sherman lives with your so I thought we could go together."

"It's not for another two hours Mason." He managed to come even closer without touching me, but I did not care I just hoped he could not hear how loud my heart was beating.

"Thought we could get there early." I shrugged and got up, but once again Mason was close enough to where I could feel his breath against my skin and it did not even smell like alcohol for once.

"Now?" he nodded and came even closer so my right leg was in between his and my breast were brushing up against his chest.

I could no longer think of anything besides the proximity Mason was let alone tell him to move away.

"You should really wear your hair down more often Georgie." He said as he brushed a strand of my hair out of my face and behind my ear. I only nodded in response as his hand lingered on my face and slowly slid down my arm.

"M…a…son…" I barely managed to utter.

He leaned his face closer to mine and said, "Georgie?" I was not sure if it was the fact that our lips barely brushed each other, his British accent, or if I was still tired, but him saying my name that way made me go crazy. I no longer had any control of my actions as my skin burned for something.

I took two fist fulls of his shirt and pulled him closer to me as we fell back onto my bed. I could already feel his erection against my leg and I was sure he could feel my hard nipples against his chest.

No more words passed through our lips as our tongues became tangled up with each other and our hands fought to rip off each other's clothes.

I was not quite sure what I was doing, but I knew it felt amazing even more so than when I had been with Trip and I wanted more.

Just as I managed to pull off Mason's shirt I heard, someone clear there throat. We both stopped and looked over at the door.

"Am I interrupting?" Daisy stood there leaning against the doorframe with a post-it in her hand.

We quickly scrambled to our feet and waited straightened out our clothes.

"Seems as though I am tagging along as well. I have a T. Sherman." Mason and I looked at each other for a brief second before he bounded over to Daisy.

Was I dreaming? I was sure Mason was just on top of me and now he is panting over Daisy. This was going to be a long couple of hours.

"Well come on then let's get this over with already." Sure, we would be there early, but it fuckin beat sticking around here in the pool of awkwardness that was now gathering around my small room.

I tried to tune out the bickering between Mason and Daisy as we drove to our destination. They of course were in the back and I tried my hardest not to glance in the rear view mirror to see what exactly they were doing.

Did not know why I cared, but it was all starting to really fuckin piss me off.

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT THE FUCK UP!" they both did, but it did not keep them from stealing glances in my direction.

Daisy seemed to have a smile on her face about something, but I did not know what. Mason on the other hand kept his eyes to the floor most of the time, but every once in awhile we would catch each other staring at each other. I of course stopped once I almost ran over an old woman on the sidewalk.

"So Georgie are we nearly there?" Mason asked as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Nearly." I was about to turn to look at him, but Daisy pulled him back.

"Don't bother her Mason she might run over another old lady." After that, they continue to flirt and bicker, this time I turned on the radio though so I would not have to listen to their shit.

When we got to the suburban house there was a small child waiting outside leaning against a tree.

"Sherman?" Daisy jumped out and asked the small boy.

"No what are you an idiot?" Daisy looked confused, but as I stepped out of the car I yelled, "He's a reaper Daisy!" She nodded and continued to look around the yard.

I stood by my car and looked up at the three story white house.

"She sure is excited." Before I even knew Mason had walked up behind me, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. He only let it rest there for a second before it slowly slipped down to my waist. I quickly recovered and caught up with Daisy as she was walking to the front door.

Daisy rang the doorbell a few times, but no one ever answered and it was nearly reaping time.

"Should we walk in?" Daisy asked.

"Not really sure." I looked at the post-it once again, but there was no mistake it was here.

Mason talked to the little boy as we continued to ring the doorbell.

A few seconds before reaping time, a dog started crossing the road over to us.

"This has to be it." Sure enough as the dog got to the middle of the street, a car came speeding around the corner.

It all happened in a blink of an eye, but somehow the car managed to land perfectly in the lawn and a small little girl, no more than three years old, was thrown from the car as a woman and man were left in the front seat.

A/N: I just finished watching Dead Like Me: Life After Death and it was HORRIBLE! I will not dwell on the fact that George looked extremely old, but the new Daisy was terrible. I am not sure if it was her acting or what, but I hated it every time she came on the screen. Mason still looked good though… Well not as good as, he did in the show.