Chapter 6: short fuses and steamy nights

As George came home from the Waffle House, she heard a gigantic turmoil coming from Daisy's bedroom.

Rube, Roxy and her had come up with the plan that Kelly would be staying at Rube's until further notice so there wouldn't be too much quierrel amoung the reapers.

As her curiosity got the better of her, George went over to Daisy's closed bedroom and stood by the door.

"You had no right!" She heard Mason scream. "She's new, I was trying to be nice."

George furrowed her brow.

"Nice? You call that nice?" Daisy's voice dimmed through the hallway, and the entire house. "You were pretty much getting laid in front of everyone, Mason!"

Knowing what she did –easedropping- was wrong, George quietly went to the side of the door. That way, if anyone came out, she could pretend to walk past, instead of someone bumping into her.

"Why would you care? I was suprised she wasn't one of the people you bléw." Mason said in reply. "Because everyone knows that's what Daisy Adair is good at." He added condesendingly.

The room went quiet. A distant sound, of what appeard to be someone having a seat on the bed. "You see, Mason. That's where you're wrong."

"Oh really? Eroll Flynn, Babe Ruth, Clarke Gable, Carry Grant, Bing Crosby... Am I missing someone?"

"Get out!" George heard Daisy yell. "Get the fuck out before I hurt you, Mason."

George could just imagine the sort of scene going on inside the bedroom. Daisy standing close to the bed, Mason closer to the window. Both of them, stubborn as a burrough's ass, not giving in. Suddenly a huge explosion by Daisy, aiming her finger towards the door as she dramatically points him to the direction of the door.

The conversation continued.

"What's up, love? Not what you wanted to hear? How does it feel huh?" A mean, sniping tone mingled with the yelling voice of Mason. "You know what they call people like you in Britain? Celebrity prostitutes!"

That last bit came out filled with emotions. George knew Mason and Daisy have had their differences in the past, but never like this. They never really had a screaming argument...fight before.

And the conversation continued.

"Why do you think you have the right to make any judgement on anything I do? You drilled a hole in your fucking brain, you dipshit."

Sounds of heels walking on the wooden floor could be detected from the outside.

"So excuse me if I don't trust your so-called sound judgement!" Daisy continued.

"Cue dramatic background, form tear in your eyes. Isn't that right Daisy? Why don't you just act your way out of this one as well? It's what you're good at!"

"What?"

"Why do you think men like you so much, because of your pretty eyes? No, love. They love you because you're weak. They love you because they know you won't resist."

"And most of all, they love you, because behind all that faked bravado you keep showing everyone, there's a frightened little lamb, not willing to admit that she's been used her entire life and unlife. You're lonely, you're scared, you're insecure and you're afraid of commitment. You act like you have the weight of the world on your shoulders, yet it would be well worth checking out the weight of all the men you had sex with. You'd come a long way just by doing that" He finished.

Daisy's voice sounded more desporate and hurt. "And you're nothing but a psychopatic drugged up drunk who thinks the world evolves around him. Face it, you think that whatever screwed up girl, woman, whore falls for you just because..."

"I wouldn't continue that sentence." Mason threatened. "Trust me girl, there's a lot more where that came from."

Silence.

The room was quiet. The stumbeling had stopped and everything seemed to be calm now. "That's odd." George thought to herself.

A few moments later, Mason left the room. He didn't even notice George standing near the door.

As he arrived at the guest bedroom, he turned and looked towards Daisy's bedroom one last time. Then, he went inside.

Masons door closed.

When George knew for sure that everyone had gone into their rooms, or didn't care about what happened outside anymore, she went to her room.

Before she closed her eyes and went to sleep, the only thing on her mind was: "Now that was interesting."

The Next Morning

"Good morning everyone." Mason said, breaking the cutting silence in the kitchen. "How did everyone sleep last night?"

As George looked at Daisy, she didn't notice any of the anger she had heard of the night before.

"Are the two of you seriously gonna sit here like emotion cameleons and totally deny what happened yesterday?" She let out.

Mason and Daisy looked at eachother in surprise and silently went back to their coffee.

"Look, sweety, these things happen. It's good to let out from time to time, you know." Daisy said calmly.

"Let out? You call what happened yesterday – fingerquote - just letting out? It sounded like a freaking warzone in there!"

"Sorry. You weren't supposed to hear that." Mason joined in.

"I didn't really have a choise. It was everywhere." George admitted.

"Let's just forget about it and get going. I have a feeling like we've got a busy day ahead of ourselves." Daisy said while standing up from her chair. "Just gimme a minute, okay?"

As she passed Mason, she softly brushed him on the shoulder and said: "I'll be right there."

"Oki-doki." Was his only reply.

Daisy walked out of the kitchen, into the hallway and to her room.

As her footsteps were heard on the hardwood floor, George couldn't leave the thought alone. "Are you seriously saying that was nothing?"

"Just leave it alone, Georgie." He said.

Daisy re-entered the kitchen. With her most giddy voice, she said: "Ready."

George and Mason got up and followed Daisy to the front door.

Der Waffle Haus, later

As per usual, Rube and Roxy were already sitting in the booth, waiting for everyone else to come by for their post-its. Kelly, the reaper-in-training, was seated next to Roxy.

To avoid more problems, George sat next to Kelly as Mason and Daisy took a seat next to Rube

"So, what's up for today?" Daisy wondered as Kiffany sat a couple of cups on the table.

"You're not gonna believe this sweetheart, but we get another day off." Rube was reading his newspaper and replied uninterested.

"They're treating us so nice lately, don't you think?" Mason directed at Roxy with a smile on his face.

"Are you drunk?" She redirected strictly. "Cuz I can't deal with drunks right now."

"Nope, I'm not drunk. I'm just saying how lucky we are that the attachee of gravelings seems to be everything but happy to work these days."

"Maybe they're on a union strike?" George said.

"A union strike? Sweety, these things are dead, they don't get any money. What kind of a union do you think they belong to?" Daisy asked.

"I don't know... a union of..whatever." she smiled vaguely.

Mason took the Menu of Der Waffle Haus and gently hit George over the head with it.

"I don't know about you guys, but some of us do have to work." Roxy said as she got up from her seat.

As Kelly and George got up to let the woman through, Roxy yelled out for Kiffany. "Can I have that next cup to go, please Kiffany?"

"Sure thing hun." The waitress just said as she was carrying a tray filled with empty utensils and plates.

Roxy left the waffle house, holding a take-away cup of coffee.

"Now that we don't have to work, how about you take me up on your offer and show me around?" Kelly proclaimed as she took Mason by the hand. "Come on, let's go."

Daisy flashed an angry eye towards Mason, but to no avail. Kelly pulled him out of the booth and out they went!

"It's okay, Daisy." George said.

George Voiceover

"I don't know what's up with Daisy lately. She's been very emotional and touchy, for one reason or the other. Then there was the argument with Mason the other day. And now the whole eeevviilll eeeyeee."

"I don't think there's anything any of us can really do at the moment."

"It can't be jealousy. Or can it?"

Scene

Mason and Kelly were walking on a quiet street, arms intertwined. Kelly seemed very interested in what Mason has to say.

"Oh, and this is the place where I once reaped a guy who ended up falling off a ladder, straight into a circular saw." He said with pride.

Kelly nodded. "Interesting." She just said.

"Which leads us to Pioneer Square. The cultural heartbeat of the Pacific Northwest." Mason said with pride, outstretching his arms. Over a dozen blocks of old victorian architecture and even more art galleries."

"I guess you really love this town, huh?"

"I guess I kinda do." He admitted.

Some street, same time

"I guess I always knew he would just up and follow his d... male reproductive parts, sorry." Daisy blushed.

"Dick is fine, don't worry." George said as she walked right beside Daisy.

The two girls came close to a small, cute bar and went inside.

"2 beers and don't spare on the beer nuts." George laughed.

"I know you and Mason have some sort of..weird symbiosis going on between the two of you. But I think it's time for both of you to either get with the program, being with eachother, or leave eachother be."

Daisy heard her friend but seemed to be checking the quality of the beer nuts instead of really paying attention.

"No good can come of it. You're jealous, he's jealous. I mean, don't you ever wonder why the two of you are in eachothers hair so much?"

Daisy first looked at George then lowered her head. "There's a lot of things in this world that are fucked up Georgia. And maybe Mason and I are too, but there's a lot of things you can't understand."

"Why?"

"Because we don't either." She said as she sighed.

"And now, let's binge on beer and nuts!" Her "I don't know what to do"-face changing to a happy one.

"Let's." was the only thing George said.

A couple of beers, and a couple pounds of nuts later, the two of them got up from their bar stool and went back outside.

"You are right about one thing Georgia." Daisy admitted.

"What's that?"

"I love him." She continued. "I don't know why, but in some twisted, fucked up way, I do."

Georgia just looked at Daisy in disbelief. "Oh." Was all she could let out.

When they were walking the streets again, George had had some time to process her thoughts. "What are you gonna do about it?" She asked Daisy, who was busy windowshopping.

"Nothing." Daisy said distantly. "There's nothing I can do."

"Why not?"

"Georgia, Georgia, Georgia, it's not as easy as you think."

"Same question." Georgia smiled.

"In four weeks, I'll be seventy years old. This me anyways" She breezed. "I'll never usually admit it, but it's true. Counting the years I was alive, that makes me ninety-eight."

"And?"

"They didn't do things the same as now, in my lifetime." She said. "Woman who hunt the man of their dreams are either dreamers or prostitutes." Daisy smiled. "Did you mom ever tell you that, Georgia?"

"Can't say that she has. Offcourse, me and my mom didn't really talk when I was alive."

"My mom did." Daisy continued. "Ironically, she gave up her job to be able to keep caring for us. It was just not-done for a woman to go after a man. And I was raised that way, so it's hard for me to let it go." Daisy opened up.

"But you sleep with men all the time."

"I do, and I know that. But do you see me with a wedding band around this finger?" She said sticking her hands out. Then she continued softly "I'm either the dreamer or the prostitute Georgia. I don't settle with half. And as harsh as it may sound, I've been hunting for nearly a century now."

"Mason even called you a celebrity prostitute." Georgia tried to joke.

"Not helping." She got in reply.

"Was living with the Adairs really as much as you're constantly making of it? I mean, you and your Greenwich Adairs?

"No, offcourse not." Daisy admitted. "Life was hard. There were my mom, my dad and four other Adair kids. The depression kinda sucked, as for everyone." She smiled. "My dad worked as a cotton worker, so he wasn't really around. My mom quit her job because it was slowly killing her." Her voice broke.

After a short break she continued. "I had three brothers and a sister. I was the middle one. When I was old enough to understand what was going on, my 2 older brothers had already left the home. One of them died in the French trenches during the first World War. The other one worked on a farm in Wisconsin." She laughed reminiscing.

"Wow, what a history." George interupted. "I didn't know you had such a huge family."

"My younger brother and sister were just kids when I died. Barely teenagers"

The conversation ended with both girl smiling. Daisy was thinking of her family, George was just thinking of Daisy living with family around. How weird it made her feel thinking that Distant Daisy Adair had some relatives that might still be alive.

"Do you never wanna see them? Your brother and sister"

"Sure I do. I guess everyone does. My brother lives less than 200 miles away from here. Or that is, last I heard a couple of years ago." She sighed. "My sister got killed when some lunatic attacked her."

"So, you were poor?" George challenged.

"Everyone was poor during the depression honey." Daisy replied. "Spending two dollars on shoes while you were still wearing a pair was just obscene." She dramatically added.

As they were crossing the street, Daisy and George noticed Mason and Kelly coming around the corner.

"Take your chance." George said. "A no you have, a yes you can get." She smiled pointing at Mason and Kelly.

Daisy looked at George in awe, contemplating her next move.

Then she did the unthinkable. She ran over to Mason and jumped to his embrace. Kelly was just staring.

"Yes." Daisy whispered into Mason's ear.

"Yes?" Mason wondered.

Daisy loosened the grip on the young man and opened her jacket, unbaring the engagement ring Mason had bought her over a year ago, hanging from a necklace, when he thought he reached his quota. "Yes." She repeated, holding the ring in her hand

It took some time for Mason to gather his thoughts. "Euhm." Was the only thing he said for some time.

Then he turned to George. "What just happened?" He asked her.

"I think Daisy just asked you to marry her." George gestured hopefully, smiling, waiting.

"And…How did this happen?" He was confused.

"That's not important. She's waiting." She nodded towards Daisy.

Daisy came closer to Mason. George pulled Kelly to a further distance to give them some privacy. 'Look, I know this whole marriage thing can't really be done, seeing we're dead and all. I just want you to know that I accept."

"I see." Mason simply said. "That's always nice." He laughed.

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END OF EPISODE 1: DEATH BECOMES THEM…OR YOU

A/N We know there are a lot of George/Mason shippers, but realistically speaking, we don't see it happening. If there were a season 3, we're more inclined to think that they would dig deeper into the Mason/Daisy relationship.

Therefor, we left you with a small cliffhanger.

We hope you have enjoyed reading the first episode of season 3 of "Dead like Me", we hope you'll stay tuned in for the next episodes as well.

Twinzz.

Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters portrayed in this fanfiction. Characters that were added were used to fill the drama in the episode. All characters, settings, ideas, concepts stay ownership of "Showtime" and "MGM-TV". The original concept came from the hand of Brian Fuller.