TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part2of30)
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George UST
SUMMARY: Mason admits that the events of the day before were not strictly professional, causing George a personal dilemma, acting older then her age Reggie helps "Millie" with a boy at work problem
AUTHORS NOTES: this is the sequel to "A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; … (Part1?) posted under "my first attempt at a DLM fanfic" first sorry about taking so long to write this, I've been super busy the last week organizing a party, and only had time to sit down and write a few paragraphs a day, read the first part if you haven't already cause this won't make sense else wise! Hope you all enjoy, and I'm really trying to keep this from being a sappy romance fic the only way I can
"Have a hard time sleeping last night, Peanut?" Rube asked.
I looked up, kind of surprised. "Yeah, I had something on my mind," I replied.
"A boy?" Daisy inquired.
"Not exactly."
If fate had wanted to kick me in the ass, Mason would have walked in at that exact moment. Well maybe fate has finally stopped being such a bitch, no Mason, and better yet no work today. Happy Time work anyway. Daisy, Rube and I were at our regular table at Der Waffle Haus. Roxy was absent, surprise, surprise, and Mason was nowhere to be found either. He was probably in a gutter twitching somewhere, having mixed the wrong drugs with the wrong substances. Why am I even remotely, strangely, drawn to that man?
Rube was about to say something when our food arrived. Daisy had her usual cottage cheese, fruit and whatever wheat substance medley. Rube had eggs, toast, jam, and hash browns, all cooked a certain odd way that I'd be afraid if actually remembered. These people probably cringe when they see Rube and Daisy walk in. I could almost imagine them in the back flipping coins to decide who had to deal with them on any given day.
I had a chocolate milkshake, cause I had been craving one for quiet some time. I began playing with my straw. As I did that remembered when I was kid one of my friends showing me the fun way to drink a milkshake. My mom freaked at me when she saw me do it, and I never did it again. Something came over me, and I decided to plug my straw with my finger, lift out the straw, lick the shake around the straw; then tilt my head back, and drop the contents of the straw on my tongue. Daisy and Rube both gave me funny looks, and I did it again.
"That's unattractive Georgia!" Daisy said.
"Peanut, it looks like something Freud would have written about," Rube commented.
Freud would have a field day with me, I began to think. Honestly, I have an obsession with playing with straws, that right there is cause for concern. I'm not in love with my father or anything, but the playing with straws thing, and the liking a drink better through a straw. Now Daisy, that is someone who needs to talk to Freud to figure out why she's so obsessed with sexual things.
"Freudians make for lousy lovers, I've dated a couple, they analyze everything. I'm a very hands on kind of gal, that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me," Daisy proceeded to explain. Why must she share everything about her sexual past with everyone?
"You wouldn't happen to know where Mason is would you?" Rube asked, nothing ever seemed to phase him, just once I'd love to see him flip his wig.
"Frankly I wouldn't mind if that guy was under a bus, and I wish it could get him out of my hair. Honestly the nerve of some people!"
"Did he try to pick you up again?"
"Yeah, well it's just not going to happen I don't care how horny we both are, I don't touch things like him!"
I shook my head. "I have no idea where he is, haven't seen him since yesterday."
"How did that go anyway?" Rube asked with his mouth full. Now THAT is unattractive.
"It went all right, he's good at blending in. We pretended we were a couple looking for a place. We got done what we had to."
"Ah, well he seems to be AWAL, and since you're not working today Peanut you can give him this." He handed me two post-its. "The bottom one's yours."
"Why can't Daisy do it? I like my days off, I had something planned!"
"Well, Georgia I have more important things to do today, my skin doesn't get like this all by itself. I need to find a new tanning salon."
I nodded. "Have fun then."
It wasn't really that I had anything to do, I was planning on spending the day like always do, lifting a soul, and then just relaxing. Its nice to be away from Happy Time, and all the crazy happy people. It wasn't that my day would be ruined waiting for Mason, it's just that I wasn't sure what to say to him. There was safety in numbers, and the numbers were leaving. After all most of the things that kept me up were in my head anyway. Nothing yesterday really meant anything. He was just doing his job. It was like acting or something. Daisy was gone, but Rube was still sitting there giving me a funny look.
"What!?" I asked.
"Well I just think you're keeping something for me is all," he explained.
"Why don't you trust me?"
"You've never given me a reason to trust you. So what happened yesterday?"
"It was nothing while we were waiting for the medics to bring the bodies out, cause we couldn't get into the apartment, we kissed. You know to blend in, it was nothing, just part of the job, I guess."
"With Mason you never do know, but kissing girls is certainly not something he does as just part of his job." With that Rube got up and walked away, throwing down a some money to cover his and Daisy's food.
Just great, just when I finally have myself believing that it was nothing Rube has to go and fuck it all up! I wanted to go somewhere to think for a while. Somewhere that didn't smell like eggs, pancakes and coffee. But I knew I couldn't really go anywhere cause I had to give good old Mason his stupid post-it. I mean really a post-it you would think that they would have another way of informing us what we had to do. You'd think that if we didn't show up it wouldn't be the least busiest person's job to wait for someone to show up. What happened if Mason just didn't show up at all?
I nursed my milkshake for about half an hour, I really wanted to eat something else for a change, since it was my day off and I could. A few minutes are I finished my shake Mason sauntered into the restaurant. He went right over to where I was sitting, looking as if it wasn't a big deal that he was running late. He then did something really odd, especially for Mason. He kissed me on the cheek, before sitting down next to me.
"Hi, Sweetie!" he said, almost chipper.
"Sweetie?" asked giving him a strange look.
"You know, yesterday?"
"Yesterday? Yesterday was just work."
"Oh, I'm sorry you feel that way. Which one is mine?"
"The top one."He took his post-it. "Thanks Georgie Girl." He then left the place, looking dejected.
Part of me wanted run after him, and tell him the truth. That I didn't think that yesterday had been just work. That I had stayed up all night thinking about what had happened and what it had mean. But another part of me knew that if I ran after him it would be signing a deal which lead to me loosing him. I had already lost so much and I couldn't bare to loose him. I lost my family, and although I didn't think that I cared about them before hand when they were gone I really missed them. I think part of it's because I can see them and I know who they are, but they don't know who I am; and then never can.
After realizing that if I tried too hard to get my family back I would loose the precious few memories I had of them, I tried to make a friend. But she had to go and piggy back ride with an Irishman, and she left me too. She left me with a few great memories. But I still miss her, a lot. I just wish I knew what happened to Betty. I didn't exactly care about Ronnie or anything, he was crazy, but he did see me for who I was and I would have liked to have gotten to know him better. But work got in the way, and I did what I had to do.
So you can see where the train of the thought on the Mason thing is going. If I did decide to just throw caution to the wind, chances are I'd loose him. For whatever reason I cannot even bare to think about losing him, so we're both just have to deal with being quasi-friends. I hoped I didn't crush the guy too much. He's been around a few times, I'm sure he'll bounce right back.
I left Der Waffle Haus, and was thinking about the whole Mason situation, and somehow, almost on auto-pilot I ended up at the park I had been to the day before where, I, or Millie, had talked to Reggie only a day before. I sat down on the swing, and just sat there, I'm not really sure for how long, but I totally zoned out. I didn't even hear anyone coming to sit beside me, until a hand waved in front of my face. I was too busy thinking about what had happened with Mason.
"Earth to Millie!" Reggie said.
I snapped out of it, and in my state I almost told Reggie to get lost, as I would have when I was alive. "Hey Reggie, I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon."
"Me either." She admitted.
"What brings you out today?"
"Just needed to think, and I'm not comfortable in my usual spot since my mom found it."
"Oh, how do you know your mom doesn't know about here?"
"Like she'd ever hang around here, it's kinda dirty, and grungy looking, not a place Joy would like at all."
Joke's on her, Mom had been there plenty of times with me. I guess she really did care, cause come to think of it this place was pretty dilapidated , and not a place she'd usually want to be within arms reach of. But I loved this place, and for a while we were going once a week. I really did miss times like that with my mom, but there is no going back, sadly.
I smiled. "Yeah, to each her own, this place is so quiet and stuff, I don't really care that it looks like it had its best days long before I was born."
Reggie smiled too. "So why are you here?"
"Just had something on my mind and I ended up here."
"Anything you wanna talk about? I'm only eleven, but I always listen when someone comes to me with a problem."
Another thing I didn't know about my little sister, she had the ear of a shrink, and she was only eleven. I felt kind of odd talking to her about a problem that she would not face for years, but somehow just letting it out, and telling someone who was beyond removed from the situation helped.
"It's just this guy at work, we're kind of confused as to what we are to each other. Just friends, or something more."
"Oh, that can't be fun. Is he the guy you were talking to yesterday? I saw you with someone as I was leaving."
"Yeah, that's him, something happened after we talked, and I don't know I just don't think I want to be anything more then friends with him."
"Well you have to tell him how you feel, else you'll not even have him as a friend."
That was damn good advise coming from an eleven year old. I guess she had done a lot of growing up recently. I never even noticed but at times it was as if Reggie didn't really have a childhood. From the time she started school she tried to act like me. I wondered how she fit in at school, if the kids picked on her for being different. I almost felt sorry for her, because when she got older she may regret that she never really had the opportunity to have a childhood. I also wished I had told her when I had had the chance to just have fun and be a kid while you can still get away with it. Reggie and I weren't all that different I learned.
"Don't you go to school?" I asked her suddenly.
"When I feel like it."
Geez, I hadn't gotten into that phase until high school. "Why not, don't you like school?"
"It's not school I hate, it's the people there. I mean sure I can handle myself, I always have been able to, but it just gets hard sometimes. I don't like having to face all these people who think I'm weird every single day. I know I'm different, but they don't have to rub it in. I wish they would just try and ask me why I act the way I do rather then assume that it's because I don't like them."
I sighed, I wanted to cry. All of a sudden I was afraid that one day I'd get her post-it, and find her dead at her own hand. "Maybe you've just been talking to the wrong kids?"
"I really don't know."
"You just have to find someone that you can connect with. Once you find that person then nothing else matters really."
"Have you found your friend like that?"
"Yeah, and I lost her, but I'm glad that we had the time we did have together."
She smiled. "I think I'm going to go back to school regularly, and find my friend like that."
I smiled, relieved. I knew that somehow she'd be all right. "Don't forget about your mysterious friend."
Reggie laughed. "I'll make you less mysterious one of these days Millie. I know that there's something you're not telling me and I'm going to find out what that is."
"Maybe the mystery is what's keeping us friends."
"Maybe, well I've gotta go, you know I still have half a day of school left."
"I think Joy'll be glad you're back."
"Me too, but I'm not gonna tell her why I'm back."
"Well have fun at school, and if you ever need any help with your homework ask me."
"I'll hold you to that, bye Millie." She then ran off.
I was glad that I finally had some kind of relationship with my sister, I just hoped that I would not get in trouble for it. I looked down at my post it, there was still about an hour before D. L. Moore was going to die at a place about half an hour from where I was, in the opposite direction of home, of course. I walked toward where I had to be, which was a mall food court, which was perfect cause while I was waiting I could get a lovely non-Der Waffle Haus meal! I went to one of those teriyaki places, and sat down and ate, looking for clues as to the identity of D. E. Moore.
As I was finishing my meal a rough looking guy stood in front of me. He handed me a card.
My name is Dennis-Elliot, I am a deaf mute, selling these cards so I can eat. Please donate whatever you can. THAT was easy. I gave him a dollar, and as I gave him the dollar I took his soul. He walked away, and I looked at my watch he had two minutes to live. He wondered outside and started giving the sheets to people who were waiting for the traffic light to change, so they could cross the street.
He was following a person when the guy suddenly began to run across the street. Poor Dennis-Elliot must have really been deaf as he didn't hear the ambulance that hit him with its sirens blaring he was hit. A crowd gathered in the street, and I went outside and before I even got outside he had crossed over. I wondered if when he died he got his hearing back. I had more important things to think about as I walked back to my apartment.
end
End notes: well I made a sequel, and have an idea for a third installment, but I luv feedback so without it the next idea gets 86-ed! trista aka the dusty tiger
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: these characters do not belong to me, they belong to MGM, Showtime, the creator of Dead Like me, and the actors who portray them, please don't sue me, not that I have any money or anything you'd want!
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George UST
SUMMARY: Mason admits that the events of the day before were not strictly professional, causing George a personal dilemma, acting older then her age Reggie helps "Millie" with a boy at work problem
AUTHORS NOTES: this is the sequel to "A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; … (Part1?) posted under "my first attempt at a DLM fanfic" first sorry about taking so long to write this, I've been super busy the last week organizing a party, and only had time to sit down and write a few paragraphs a day, read the first part if you haven't already cause this won't make sense else wise! Hope you all enjoy, and I'm really trying to keep this from being a sappy romance fic the only way I can
"Have a hard time sleeping last night, Peanut?" Rube asked.
I looked up, kind of surprised. "Yeah, I had something on my mind," I replied.
"A boy?" Daisy inquired.
"Not exactly."
If fate had wanted to kick me in the ass, Mason would have walked in at that exact moment. Well maybe fate has finally stopped being such a bitch, no Mason, and better yet no work today. Happy Time work anyway. Daisy, Rube and I were at our regular table at Der Waffle Haus. Roxy was absent, surprise, surprise, and Mason was nowhere to be found either. He was probably in a gutter twitching somewhere, having mixed the wrong drugs with the wrong substances. Why am I even remotely, strangely, drawn to that man?
Rube was about to say something when our food arrived. Daisy had her usual cottage cheese, fruit and whatever wheat substance medley. Rube had eggs, toast, jam, and hash browns, all cooked a certain odd way that I'd be afraid if actually remembered. These people probably cringe when they see Rube and Daisy walk in. I could almost imagine them in the back flipping coins to decide who had to deal with them on any given day.
I had a chocolate milkshake, cause I had been craving one for quiet some time. I began playing with my straw. As I did that remembered when I was kid one of my friends showing me the fun way to drink a milkshake. My mom freaked at me when she saw me do it, and I never did it again. Something came over me, and I decided to plug my straw with my finger, lift out the straw, lick the shake around the straw; then tilt my head back, and drop the contents of the straw on my tongue. Daisy and Rube both gave me funny looks, and I did it again.
"That's unattractive Georgia!" Daisy said.
"Peanut, it looks like something Freud would have written about," Rube commented.
Freud would have a field day with me, I began to think. Honestly, I have an obsession with playing with straws, that right there is cause for concern. I'm not in love with my father or anything, but the playing with straws thing, and the liking a drink better through a straw. Now Daisy, that is someone who needs to talk to Freud to figure out why she's so obsessed with sexual things.
"Freudians make for lousy lovers, I've dated a couple, they analyze everything. I'm a very hands on kind of gal, that doesn't mean there's anything wrong with me," Daisy proceeded to explain. Why must she share everything about her sexual past with everyone?
"You wouldn't happen to know where Mason is would you?" Rube asked, nothing ever seemed to phase him, just once I'd love to see him flip his wig.
"Frankly I wouldn't mind if that guy was under a bus, and I wish it could get him out of my hair. Honestly the nerve of some people!"
"Did he try to pick you up again?"
"Yeah, well it's just not going to happen I don't care how horny we both are, I don't touch things like him!"
I shook my head. "I have no idea where he is, haven't seen him since yesterday."
"How did that go anyway?" Rube asked with his mouth full. Now THAT is unattractive.
"It went all right, he's good at blending in. We pretended we were a couple looking for a place. We got done what we had to."
"Ah, well he seems to be AWAL, and since you're not working today Peanut you can give him this." He handed me two post-its. "The bottom one's yours."
"Why can't Daisy do it? I like my days off, I had something planned!"
"Well, Georgia I have more important things to do today, my skin doesn't get like this all by itself. I need to find a new tanning salon."
I nodded. "Have fun then."
It wasn't really that I had anything to do, I was planning on spending the day like always do, lifting a soul, and then just relaxing. Its nice to be away from Happy Time, and all the crazy happy people. It wasn't that my day would be ruined waiting for Mason, it's just that I wasn't sure what to say to him. There was safety in numbers, and the numbers were leaving. After all most of the things that kept me up were in my head anyway. Nothing yesterday really meant anything. He was just doing his job. It was like acting or something. Daisy was gone, but Rube was still sitting there giving me a funny look.
"What!?" I asked.
"Well I just think you're keeping something for me is all," he explained.
"Why don't you trust me?"
"You've never given me a reason to trust you. So what happened yesterday?"
"It was nothing while we were waiting for the medics to bring the bodies out, cause we couldn't get into the apartment, we kissed. You know to blend in, it was nothing, just part of the job, I guess."
"With Mason you never do know, but kissing girls is certainly not something he does as just part of his job." With that Rube got up and walked away, throwing down a some money to cover his and Daisy's food.
Just great, just when I finally have myself believing that it was nothing Rube has to go and fuck it all up! I wanted to go somewhere to think for a while. Somewhere that didn't smell like eggs, pancakes and coffee. But I knew I couldn't really go anywhere cause I had to give good old Mason his stupid post-it. I mean really a post-it you would think that they would have another way of informing us what we had to do. You'd think that if we didn't show up it wouldn't be the least busiest person's job to wait for someone to show up. What happened if Mason just didn't show up at all?
I nursed my milkshake for about half an hour, I really wanted to eat something else for a change, since it was my day off and I could. A few minutes are I finished my shake Mason sauntered into the restaurant. He went right over to where I was sitting, looking as if it wasn't a big deal that he was running late. He then did something really odd, especially for Mason. He kissed me on the cheek, before sitting down next to me.
"Hi, Sweetie!" he said, almost chipper.
"Sweetie?" asked giving him a strange look.
"You know, yesterday?"
"Yesterday? Yesterday was just work."
"Oh, I'm sorry you feel that way. Which one is mine?"
"The top one."He took his post-it. "Thanks Georgie Girl." He then left the place, looking dejected.
Part of me wanted run after him, and tell him the truth. That I didn't think that yesterday had been just work. That I had stayed up all night thinking about what had happened and what it had mean. But another part of me knew that if I ran after him it would be signing a deal which lead to me loosing him. I had already lost so much and I couldn't bare to loose him. I lost my family, and although I didn't think that I cared about them before hand when they were gone I really missed them. I think part of it's because I can see them and I know who they are, but they don't know who I am; and then never can.
After realizing that if I tried too hard to get my family back I would loose the precious few memories I had of them, I tried to make a friend. But she had to go and piggy back ride with an Irishman, and she left me too. She left me with a few great memories. But I still miss her, a lot. I just wish I knew what happened to Betty. I didn't exactly care about Ronnie or anything, he was crazy, but he did see me for who I was and I would have liked to have gotten to know him better. But work got in the way, and I did what I had to do.
So you can see where the train of the thought on the Mason thing is going. If I did decide to just throw caution to the wind, chances are I'd loose him. For whatever reason I cannot even bare to think about losing him, so we're both just have to deal with being quasi-friends. I hoped I didn't crush the guy too much. He's been around a few times, I'm sure he'll bounce right back.
I left Der Waffle Haus, and was thinking about the whole Mason situation, and somehow, almost on auto-pilot I ended up at the park I had been to the day before where, I, or Millie, had talked to Reggie only a day before. I sat down on the swing, and just sat there, I'm not really sure for how long, but I totally zoned out. I didn't even hear anyone coming to sit beside me, until a hand waved in front of my face. I was too busy thinking about what had happened with Mason.
"Earth to Millie!" Reggie said.
I snapped out of it, and in my state I almost told Reggie to get lost, as I would have when I was alive. "Hey Reggie, I didn't think I'd be seeing you so soon."
"Me either." She admitted.
"What brings you out today?"
"Just needed to think, and I'm not comfortable in my usual spot since my mom found it."
"Oh, how do you know your mom doesn't know about here?"
"Like she'd ever hang around here, it's kinda dirty, and grungy looking, not a place Joy would like at all."
Joke's on her, Mom had been there plenty of times with me. I guess she really did care, cause come to think of it this place was pretty dilapidated , and not a place she'd usually want to be within arms reach of. But I loved this place, and for a while we were going once a week. I really did miss times like that with my mom, but there is no going back, sadly.
I smiled. "Yeah, to each her own, this place is so quiet and stuff, I don't really care that it looks like it had its best days long before I was born."
Reggie smiled too. "So why are you here?"
"Just had something on my mind and I ended up here."
"Anything you wanna talk about? I'm only eleven, but I always listen when someone comes to me with a problem."
Another thing I didn't know about my little sister, she had the ear of a shrink, and she was only eleven. I felt kind of odd talking to her about a problem that she would not face for years, but somehow just letting it out, and telling someone who was beyond removed from the situation helped.
"It's just this guy at work, we're kind of confused as to what we are to each other. Just friends, or something more."
"Oh, that can't be fun. Is he the guy you were talking to yesterday? I saw you with someone as I was leaving."
"Yeah, that's him, something happened after we talked, and I don't know I just don't think I want to be anything more then friends with him."
"Well you have to tell him how you feel, else you'll not even have him as a friend."
That was damn good advise coming from an eleven year old. I guess she had done a lot of growing up recently. I never even noticed but at times it was as if Reggie didn't really have a childhood. From the time she started school she tried to act like me. I wondered how she fit in at school, if the kids picked on her for being different. I almost felt sorry for her, because when she got older she may regret that she never really had the opportunity to have a childhood. I also wished I had told her when I had had the chance to just have fun and be a kid while you can still get away with it. Reggie and I weren't all that different I learned.
"Don't you go to school?" I asked her suddenly.
"When I feel like it."
Geez, I hadn't gotten into that phase until high school. "Why not, don't you like school?"
"It's not school I hate, it's the people there. I mean sure I can handle myself, I always have been able to, but it just gets hard sometimes. I don't like having to face all these people who think I'm weird every single day. I know I'm different, but they don't have to rub it in. I wish they would just try and ask me why I act the way I do rather then assume that it's because I don't like them."
I sighed, I wanted to cry. All of a sudden I was afraid that one day I'd get her post-it, and find her dead at her own hand. "Maybe you've just been talking to the wrong kids?"
"I really don't know."
"You just have to find someone that you can connect with. Once you find that person then nothing else matters really."
"Have you found your friend like that?"
"Yeah, and I lost her, but I'm glad that we had the time we did have together."
She smiled. "I think I'm going to go back to school regularly, and find my friend like that."
I smiled, relieved. I knew that somehow she'd be all right. "Don't forget about your mysterious friend."
Reggie laughed. "I'll make you less mysterious one of these days Millie. I know that there's something you're not telling me and I'm going to find out what that is."
"Maybe the mystery is what's keeping us friends."
"Maybe, well I've gotta go, you know I still have half a day of school left."
"I think Joy'll be glad you're back."
"Me too, but I'm not gonna tell her why I'm back."
"Well have fun at school, and if you ever need any help with your homework ask me."
"I'll hold you to that, bye Millie." She then ran off.
I was glad that I finally had some kind of relationship with my sister, I just hoped that I would not get in trouble for it. I looked down at my post it, there was still about an hour before D. L. Moore was going to die at a place about half an hour from where I was, in the opposite direction of home, of course. I walked toward where I had to be, which was a mall food court, which was perfect cause while I was waiting I could get a lovely non-Der Waffle Haus meal! I went to one of those teriyaki places, and sat down and ate, looking for clues as to the identity of D. E. Moore.
As I was finishing my meal a rough looking guy stood in front of me. He handed me a card.
My name is Dennis-Elliot, I am a deaf mute, selling these cards so I can eat. Please donate whatever you can. THAT was easy. I gave him a dollar, and as I gave him the dollar I took his soul. He walked away, and I looked at my watch he had two minutes to live. He wondered outside and started giving the sheets to people who were waiting for the traffic light to change, so they could cross the street.
He was following a person when the guy suddenly began to run across the street. Poor Dennis-Elliot must have really been deaf as he didn't hear the ambulance that hit him with its sirens blaring he was hit. A crowd gathered in the street, and I went outside and before I even got outside he had crossed over. I wondered if when he died he got his hearing back. I had more important things to think about as I walked back to my apartment.
end
End notes: well I made a sequel, and have an idea for a third installment, but I luv feedback so without it the next idea gets 86-ed! trista aka the dusty tiger