What if ...
... Death visited Carson?
NICE INTERIOR DESIGN
"Would you mind knocking next time? Or do you want to scare me to dead, Death?"
I'M SORRY
Sighing, Beckett set down his mug.
"Never mind. Would you like a cup tea? You look a bit peaky, not enough sleep I guess?"
LOOK THE ONES WHO'S TALKING
The skeleton man sat down on the only free chair in the crowded office, and watch the doc brew some more tea.
"Sugar?"
NO, IT'S BAD FOR MY HEALTH
"Really?"
Carson hadn't meant to sound sarcastic at all, but the Death himself worrying about health issues was a bit out of place. But well, a friendship between Death and Doctor was also out of place, but he didn't mind it at all.
"So, how are you? You did pass me by a few times, but never stayed for dinner. I was quite worried, you didn't look yourself last time I saw you. Are you sick?"
I HAD AN ARGUMENT WITH MY WIFE. SHE IS UPSET WITH MY IRREGULAR WORKING TIMES. BUT IT CAN'T BE HELPED. HOW DO YOU HANDLE THIS IN RELATIONSHIPS? YOU'RE NOT OFF ANY BETTER I GUESS, CONSTANTLY FIGHTING ME
"Ah, no, I'm quite fine. Currently I'm single, and so I don't have to worry about coming home late or not at all. Besides, I almost live in the infirmary, so I don't have to travel as much as you do. But you really should take your time for your family, they are the most important thing in life. And death as well."
I KNOW. BUT PEOPLE CHOOSE TO DIE AT THE FUNNIEST TIMES AND PLACES, ONCE I HAD TO GET A MAN WHO HAD TRIED TO SHOOT HIMSELF BECAUSE HE THOUGHT A AMBULANCE COULD GET HIM QUICKER TO THE AITPORT THAN A TAXI. IN THE END HE DIDN'T CATCH HIS PLANE. BUT HE STILL GOT TO HEAVEN HRHR. YOU THINK THERE'LL BE ANY DEATH SOON HERE?
"Ah, don't hope so. As much as I enjoy your presence, I really would like to keep my friends close. There's no change of a sudden epidemic among the Wraith?"
I'M SORRY, BUT YOU WILL HAVE TO KILL THEM BY YOURSELF BEFORE I COME TO GET THEM. DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I CAN SEND THEM OVER, ALMOST FORGOT THEY WERE MORTAL
"Well, tell me, these bugger are really nasty. But tell me, you changed your cowl color?"
BLACK IS TO COMMON, PEOPLE TEND TO MISTAKE ME FOR SOMEBODY ELSE. BESIDES, PINK IS SUCH A NICE COLOR, AND IS FITTING PERFECTLY TO MY BONES
"Ah, I see… More tea?"
NO, THANK YOU, I HAVE TO GET GOING. I HAVE A THIGHT SHEDULE, DON'T WANT PEOPLE GET ALL CHOCKED UP FOR NOT DYING PROPERLY HRHR
"It was nice to see you again, hope you don't mind if I still try to keep your clients alive when you come to get them? It's nothing personal."
NEVERMIND, IT'S OUR PROFESSION AFTER ALL. GOOD LUCK, YOU WILL NEED IT.
"Have a good time, old friend. And greetings to your wife and kids."
THANK YOU
After a long and exhausting day, all Death wanted to do was relax and maybe take a shower in some hot quick sand to polish his bones.
But first, Death made a short visit to the life clock room. In the darkness golden sand was slowly running down in billions of clocks, but he didn't have to look around to find the one he was looking.
Satisfied with the amount of time left, he carefully place it back on the shelf. Humming softly, he left the room as ghostlike as he had entered it. The sand kept on running towards the end, but there was no reason to visit a certain Scottish Doc unless for another cup of tea and some smalltalk.