TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part7of30)
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 romance
SUMMARY: Rube sets out the rules. Daisy helps George get ready for a date, though George doesn't realize it!
AUTHORS NOTES: this is number seven, read the first six first or you'll be terribly confused. Happy now you seem to have wanted another one in the now so here it is. It's getting a little shippy, sorry to all those who aren't into that, I can't help it I'm a romantic at heart what can I say! Hehe… keep the kind words coming…. Hugz and kissez to everyone who has said kind words about this fic series!!
I showed up at Der Waffle Haus, Mason was already there, and he had apparently already eaten. I sat down next to him, and he put his arm around me. The waitress came over and I got a coke. I then turned to Mason, and was going to say something, but I forgot what it was when he kissed me. Before long we were acting like those kids in high school, that I used get mad at who insisted up blocking the halls showing how much they loved each other. If I had ever felt like this in high school, I probably wouldn't have gotten so mad at them. I also probably wouldn't have gotten suspended once for kicking one of them in the back of the head. I was young, I was stupid, I didn't realize how much fun PDA's could be. Of course when fate wants to kick you in the head, they do it in a different way. "Ahem," Rube cleared his throat, sitting across from us. "Here are the rules."
Rules, of course there are rules for everything. Of course he didn't add right away, that 'what you were just doing is against the rules,' it could be a good a sign. Mason still had his arm around me, and I swear he was staring at my chest and pay no attention to Rube, but what can you do, he's a man. The waitress had set down my coke at some point, good think too, I was suddenly thirsty.
"Well shoot with the rules, Rube," I said, taking a sip of my coke.
"You and your rules, you need to lighten up sometimes!" Mason said.
"Well, this actually one of those things where the rules are pretty light. The only thing that I can find as a rule is that reapers can't have kids."
"Fine by me, I never wanted one anyway," I laughed.
"Why not?" Mason asked, surprising me.
"Best I can figure out when you become a reaper it does something to your genes. You both know that you heal quicker, and don't really age. You call it reaper metabolism don't you Mason?" Mason nodded. "So I guess when two people make a child with that kind of metabolism the kid's an abnormality, and if people start asking questions. If they ask the right questions, and get the right answers then we could get found out. So to keep things like that from happening the have a rule that reapers can't have kids together."
I nodded. "So if he wasn't a reaper and I wanted a kid?"
"Well they can't very well stop biology can they Peanut?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess your right. As I said I don't want kids, so that should not be a problem."
"Well then that solves that problem. The second thing, this is my rule, you don't have to abide by it to keep in upper management's good books, but you do to keep me off your backs. I'd prefer it if you didn't work together all that much."
"What?" Mason asked.
"I have my reasons for it. You two have a job to do, and when it's necessary that you work together fine, but when it's not I'd prefer if you kept the work part separate from the relationship part of your life. I have two reasons for this, one as a courtesy to the people who's souls you take. Honestly Peanut how would you have felt if when you died the people that helped you were holding hands, and being more interested in each other then you." I nodded, I understood what he meant. "And the other reason is just that you see each other all the time, if you went on assignments together then you'd probably get really annoyed with each other, and that's not healthy." Rube shrugged. "Maybe I could have it wrong."
I actually understood what he was saying, and it was nice that he thought of us when he made his rule up. It made a lot of sense, because that way we always had some alone time, which neither one could really argue with unless they wanted a pissed off Rube on their hands. Which, trust me, is not a very nice thing to be dealing with. Despite our differences Rube really was a pretty okay boss.
"All right, I can live with those rules," I said.
Mason nodded. "Yeah, me too, it doesn't seem so bad."
The waitress came back, and Rube ordered some breakfast for himself. Daisy, and Roxy joined us a few minutes later. Roxy actually order pancakes, instead of just asking for her post-it and splitting. Rube handed us our assignments. I looked and mine, good another one that I didn't have to talk my way out of work for, and it was on my way home, double score! I looked at Mason's, his ETD was a few hours after I was done work. Daisy looked over and peaked at ours.
"Is this another one in east bubble-fuck?" Mason asked.
"You still have that car you procured for your road trip," Rube reminded him.
"Yeah, I know but…"
"You don't have a day job, don't whine fuck!" Roxy snapped.
He flipped her the bird, and she simply shot him an evil glare.
"I have an idea Georgia!" Daisy said. "I'm going to be done before you're done work, and since it's going to take Mason a while to get back from the middle of nowhere, we should go shopping!"
"Shopping?" I asked. I never really did see the point of going shopping for the sake of going shopping.
"Oh, please, I need a girl's opinion on some things I've been wanting to buy. Everyone knows you shouldn't go clothes shopping alone! Those fitting room mirrors lie, and a friend is a much better judge of what looks cute on you!"
"Fine, fine, I'll go."
She hugged me. "Oh, Georgia you're the best!"
I had given up on having her call me George a long time ago, it only just occurred to me, that since I had become a reaper very few people actually called me "George," surprisingly the nicknames didn't bother me as much as they once did.
"I hate to run, but I am going to be late for work," I told them all getting up, and leaving.
Work was the same as always. Because I was so pressed for time I quickly stopped by the park to see if Reggie was there. Sure enough she was. I tried to walk past, but something made me go over to at least say hi to her. I walked over, and smiled.
"Hey, Millie," she said.
"Hey Reggie, I don't mean to blow you off, but I have to get home, my roommate wants me to go shopping with her."
"Oh, that's okay, could you do me a favour though?" she asked.
"I'll try."
"Tomorrow could you meet me at my tree, I have an assignment due next week and I could really use your help."
"It's a date I'll meet you at four, if something work related comes up I'll leave a note on the tree with what time I can meet you at on it, all right?"
"Sounds good to me! Thank you so much."
"Well I really should be going, my roommate gets mad when I'm late for things."
I walked over to where S. Lang was to die. I looked around looking for risk factors. It had been windy most of the day, and one of the traffic lights I saw a graveling. I looked around to see who was most at risk of getting it with a falling light standard. Then I saw a bike weaving in and out of traffic, driven by a young Chinese woman, who looked like she was late and in a hurry. Just then she drove up onto the side walk, and I was able to just touch her to take her soul. The light had just changed, and she pedaled under the light. The light feel, and she died instantly. A very confused soul was standing next to me.
"What just happened?" she asked. "I'm running late! I can't be held up by anything."
"Well your not making your meetings for the rest of the day, or any more at all."
She looked at me confused. "You mean, I'm the one under that light?"
"Yeah, actually you are."
She shrugged. "So what now?"
"You'll know it when you see it."
Just then a quiet forest with a waterfall appeared before her. She walked towards it, and waved to me. I guess she finally got what she really needed, time to relax. I continued on my way, and went to my apartment. When I got there I changed into my favourite pair of jeans, and a big t-shirt.
"Oh, Georgia you're not going shopping with me like that are you?" Daisy asked.
"Well, yeah…" I responded.
"Think again." She tossed me a pink turtle neck sweater. "This will look good on you, and it should fit."
I went into the bathroom and changed. Pink wasn't really a colour I wore often, but the sooner I got out the door with Daisy, the sooner our little shopping trip would be over. I sighed and came out of the bathroom, and Daisy nodded.
"That will do, we'll have to find a nice skirt to go with that, but it's a start. Now don't wear those running shoes, you like to wear. I've got just the shoes! What size feet do you have?"
"Uh, six."
"Me too! Perfect!"
She dug thru the closet and pulled out a pair of black boots. I looked at them, wondering how the hell I was supposed to get them on and off my feet. She smiled at me.
"These are a little tricky at first, but it's not so bad if you sit down, I won't make you tie them properly cause you're going to be pulling them on and off to try on skirts," she told me.
I sat down and put the boots on, tying them loosely. Daisy had also procured herself a car, so we took that to get to a mall about ten minutes from the apartment. As soon as we got into the mall she led me right to clothing stores, she seemed to be on a mission.
"I thought that we were going shopping for you," I said confused.
"Oh, I'll probably get some things, but right now we're focusing on you!" Daisy exclaimed.
"Uh, why?"
"Cause when a girl starts a relationship she has to get at least one cute new thing to wear!"
I shook my head, and realized that there was no way I could change her mind with it, so I decided to go with it. She dragged me to about ten different stores, and had me try on dozens of skirts before we finally went to one that might have something I might where.
She squealed. "This is it!!" she exclaimed happily, holding up a knee length flowing black skirt.
I looked at quizzically. "I don't know about this Daisy."
"Please, just try it on, if you don't like it we'll go back home and you can put on whatever frumpy clothes you want."
"Fine, I swear this is the last skirt I'm trying on!"
I went into the changing room, and to my surprise I actually liked the skirt, and I really liked it with the skirt, and boots Daisy had lent me. I came out, and she smiled.
"That's perfect, now what kind of under things are you wearing?" she asked.
"What?" I asked from back inside the fitting room.
"You heard me, do you have nice ones?"
"Uh, normal white ones."
"Well that won't do, you need some black stuff."
"He's not going to be seeing it for a while."
"Irrelevant! You have to have pretty matching under things! It makes you feel nice!"
"Even if no one is going to see it?"
"Well you'll know, and that's all that's important."
So after I bought the skirt, which I might add was quiet cheap and on sale, we went to a lingerie store, where Daisy pointed out some stuff I should buy, and I bought them. She also bought some more fancy stuff, and then we went home. When we got there she painted my nails white, and had me change. I kept looking at the time, hoping that Mason would come by soon to save me from her. Just as I was finally going to sit down, and put on the TV, the doorbell rang.
"You stay right there Georgia, you can't make a real entrance here, but you shouldn't answer the door."
At this point I was pretty sure that she and Mason had been plotting something. She opened the door, and Mason was standing there with a dozen roses. I didn't think I was the type that liked roses, but when someone gives you them, you really do feel special. He was also dressed in a nice suit. Daisy nodded, and I stood up. Mason's jaw was on the floor when he saw me all dressed up. Daisy took the roses, and put them in some water. Mason held out his arm, and we walked off together.
My first real date, with a guy that I really liked. I was also happy that he went through such a fuss to set it all up, and I wondered where we were going, seeing as we were both dressed up a little. I decided not to ask. When we pulled up in front a nice restaurant I also figured out why Daisy hadn't let me eat when we were shopping. He smiled, got out of the car, and opened the door for me. I laughed, he was not acting like himself, but I liked it.
The night went very well, after we ate we went for a walk in a park nearby before going home. We talked about a lot of things, including the rules Rube had laid out for us, and what our future might hold. It was really nice to spend time with him, and not have to worry about running off to go take a soul, or that there were a bunch of dead bodies below us, or the Rube was going to get mad at us.
"This has been really nice," I told him.
"Yeah, I agree, I've forgotten how nice dating can be."
I smiled. "Well I hate to break the bubble we're in, but we've got to get up early tomorrow." He nodded. "Yeah, you're right."
We walked to the car, and we went back to my apartment, he insisted upon walking me up to my place. Standing outside he kissed me goodnight, and the kiss didn't seem to want to end. Finally we broke it, and I unlocked the door. Upon opening it, I heard footsteps running to the couch. When I got inside a disheveled Daisy was on the couch pretending to be sleeping.
"I know you were looking though the peep-hole," I said. "The date went well, and what you saw was as far as it went, 'night Daisy."
"You're the best roommate ever Georgia, goodnight."
I got into bed, and thought happy thoughts of Mason as I fell asleep, glad that something in my afterlife was finally going right.
End
End notes: all right this seriously the last one in this time frame, next up we're skipping ahead to the anniversary of Betty's crossing over. Will Mason and George be living together? How will Daisy fit in to the picture? All will be revealed in good time my small but loyal followers… hugz and kissez again, trista aka dustytiger
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 romance
SUMMARY: Rube sets out the rules. Daisy helps George get ready for a date, though George doesn't realize it!
AUTHORS NOTES: this is number seven, read the first six first or you'll be terribly confused. Happy now you seem to have wanted another one in the now so here it is. It's getting a little shippy, sorry to all those who aren't into that, I can't help it I'm a romantic at heart what can I say! Hehe… keep the kind words coming…. Hugz and kissez to everyone who has said kind words about this fic series!!
I showed up at Der Waffle Haus, Mason was already there, and he had apparently already eaten. I sat down next to him, and he put his arm around me. The waitress came over and I got a coke. I then turned to Mason, and was going to say something, but I forgot what it was when he kissed me. Before long we were acting like those kids in high school, that I used get mad at who insisted up blocking the halls showing how much they loved each other. If I had ever felt like this in high school, I probably wouldn't have gotten so mad at them. I also probably wouldn't have gotten suspended once for kicking one of them in the back of the head. I was young, I was stupid, I didn't realize how much fun PDA's could be. Of course when fate wants to kick you in the head, they do it in a different way. "Ahem," Rube cleared his throat, sitting across from us. "Here are the rules."
Rules, of course there are rules for everything. Of course he didn't add right away, that 'what you were just doing is against the rules,' it could be a good a sign. Mason still had his arm around me, and I swear he was staring at my chest and pay no attention to Rube, but what can you do, he's a man. The waitress had set down my coke at some point, good think too, I was suddenly thirsty.
"Well shoot with the rules, Rube," I said, taking a sip of my coke.
"You and your rules, you need to lighten up sometimes!" Mason said.
"Well, this actually one of those things where the rules are pretty light. The only thing that I can find as a rule is that reapers can't have kids."
"Fine by me, I never wanted one anyway," I laughed.
"Why not?" Mason asked, surprising me.
"Best I can figure out when you become a reaper it does something to your genes. You both know that you heal quicker, and don't really age. You call it reaper metabolism don't you Mason?" Mason nodded. "So I guess when two people make a child with that kind of metabolism the kid's an abnormality, and if people start asking questions. If they ask the right questions, and get the right answers then we could get found out. So to keep things like that from happening the have a rule that reapers can't have kids together."
I nodded. "So if he wasn't a reaper and I wanted a kid?"
"Well they can't very well stop biology can they Peanut?"
I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess your right. As I said I don't want kids, so that should not be a problem."
"Well then that solves that problem. The second thing, this is my rule, you don't have to abide by it to keep in upper management's good books, but you do to keep me off your backs. I'd prefer it if you didn't work together all that much."
"What?" Mason asked.
"I have my reasons for it. You two have a job to do, and when it's necessary that you work together fine, but when it's not I'd prefer if you kept the work part separate from the relationship part of your life. I have two reasons for this, one as a courtesy to the people who's souls you take. Honestly Peanut how would you have felt if when you died the people that helped you were holding hands, and being more interested in each other then you." I nodded, I understood what he meant. "And the other reason is just that you see each other all the time, if you went on assignments together then you'd probably get really annoyed with each other, and that's not healthy." Rube shrugged. "Maybe I could have it wrong."
I actually understood what he was saying, and it was nice that he thought of us when he made his rule up. It made a lot of sense, because that way we always had some alone time, which neither one could really argue with unless they wanted a pissed off Rube on their hands. Which, trust me, is not a very nice thing to be dealing with. Despite our differences Rube really was a pretty okay boss.
"All right, I can live with those rules," I said.
Mason nodded. "Yeah, me too, it doesn't seem so bad."
The waitress came back, and Rube ordered some breakfast for himself. Daisy, and Roxy joined us a few minutes later. Roxy actually order pancakes, instead of just asking for her post-it and splitting. Rube handed us our assignments. I looked and mine, good another one that I didn't have to talk my way out of work for, and it was on my way home, double score! I looked at Mason's, his ETD was a few hours after I was done work. Daisy looked over and peaked at ours.
"Is this another one in east bubble-fuck?" Mason asked.
"You still have that car you procured for your road trip," Rube reminded him.
"Yeah, I know but…"
"You don't have a day job, don't whine fuck!" Roxy snapped.
He flipped her the bird, and she simply shot him an evil glare.
"I have an idea Georgia!" Daisy said. "I'm going to be done before you're done work, and since it's going to take Mason a while to get back from the middle of nowhere, we should go shopping!"
"Shopping?" I asked. I never really did see the point of going shopping for the sake of going shopping.
"Oh, please, I need a girl's opinion on some things I've been wanting to buy. Everyone knows you shouldn't go clothes shopping alone! Those fitting room mirrors lie, and a friend is a much better judge of what looks cute on you!"
"Fine, fine, I'll go."
She hugged me. "Oh, Georgia you're the best!"
I had given up on having her call me George a long time ago, it only just occurred to me, that since I had become a reaper very few people actually called me "George," surprisingly the nicknames didn't bother me as much as they once did.
"I hate to run, but I am going to be late for work," I told them all getting up, and leaving.
Work was the same as always. Because I was so pressed for time I quickly stopped by the park to see if Reggie was there. Sure enough she was. I tried to walk past, but something made me go over to at least say hi to her. I walked over, and smiled.
"Hey, Millie," she said.
"Hey Reggie, I don't mean to blow you off, but I have to get home, my roommate wants me to go shopping with her."
"Oh, that's okay, could you do me a favour though?" she asked.
"I'll try."
"Tomorrow could you meet me at my tree, I have an assignment due next week and I could really use your help."
"It's a date I'll meet you at four, if something work related comes up I'll leave a note on the tree with what time I can meet you at on it, all right?"
"Sounds good to me! Thank you so much."
"Well I really should be going, my roommate gets mad when I'm late for things."
I walked over to where S. Lang was to die. I looked around looking for risk factors. It had been windy most of the day, and one of the traffic lights I saw a graveling. I looked around to see who was most at risk of getting it with a falling light standard. Then I saw a bike weaving in and out of traffic, driven by a young Chinese woman, who looked like she was late and in a hurry. Just then she drove up onto the side walk, and I was able to just touch her to take her soul. The light had just changed, and she pedaled under the light. The light feel, and she died instantly. A very confused soul was standing next to me.
"What just happened?" she asked. "I'm running late! I can't be held up by anything."
"Well your not making your meetings for the rest of the day, or any more at all."
She looked at me confused. "You mean, I'm the one under that light?"
"Yeah, actually you are."
She shrugged. "So what now?"
"You'll know it when you see it."
Just then a quiet forest with a waterfall appeared before her. She walked towards it, and waved to me. I guess she finally got what she really needed, time to relax. I continued on my way, and went to my apartment. When I got there I changed into my favourite pair of jeans, and a big t-shirt.
"Oh, Georgia you're not going shopping with me like that are you?" Daisy asked.
"Well, yeah…" I responded.
"Think again." She tossed me a pink turtle neck sweater. "This will look good on you, and it should fit."
I went into the bathroom and changed. Pink wasn't really a colour I wore often, but the sooner I got out the door with Daisy, the sooner our little shopping trip would be over. I sighed and came out of the bathroom, and Daisy nodded.
"That will do, we'll have to find a nice skirt to go with that, but it's a start. Now don't wear those running shoes, you like to wear. I've got just the shoes! What size feet do you have?"
"Uh, six."
"Me too! Perfect!"
She dug thru the closet and pulled out a pair of black boots. I looked at them, wondering how the hell I was supposed to get them on and off my feet. She smiled at me.
"These are a little tricky at first, but it's not so bad if you sit down, I won't make you tie them properly cause you're going to be pulling them on and off to try on skirts," she told me.
I sat down and put the boots on, tying them loosely. Daisy had also procured herself a car, so we took that to get to a mall about ten minutes from the apartment. As soon as we got into the mall she led me right to clothing stores, she seemed to be on a mission.
"I thought that we were going shopping for you," I said confused.
"Oh, I'll probably get some things, but right now we're focusing on you!" Daisy exclaimed.
"Uh, why?"
"Cause when a girl starts a relationship she has to get at least one cute new thing to wear!"
I shook my head, and realized that there was no way I could change her mind with it, so I decided to go with it. She dragged me to about ten different stores, and had me try on dozens of skirts before we finally went to one that might have something I might where.
She squealed. "This is it!!" she exclaimed happily, holding up a knee length flowing black skirt.
I looked at quizzically. "I don't know about this Daisy."
"Please, just try it on, if you don't like it we'll go back home and you can put on whatever frumpy clothes you want."
"Fine, I swear this is the last skirt I'm trying on!"
I went into the changing room, and to my surprise I actually liked the skirt, and I really liked it with the skirt, and boots Daisy had lent me. I came out, and she smiled.
"That's perfect, now what kind of under things are you wearing?" she asked.
"What?" I asked from back inside the fitting room.
"You heard me, do you have nice ones?"
"Uh, normal white ones."
"Well that won't do, you need some black stuff."
"He's not going to be seeing it for a while."
"Irrelevant! You have to have pretty matching under things! It makes you feel nice!"
"Even if no one is going to see it?"
"Well you'll know, and that's all that's important."
So after I bought the skirt, which I might add was quiet cheap and on sale, we went to a lingerie store, where Daisy pointed out some stuff I should buy, and I bought them. She also bought some more fancy stuff, and then we went home. When we got there she painted my nails white, and had me change. I kept looking at the time, hoping that Mason would come by soon to save me from her. Just as I was finally going to sit down, and put on the TV, the doorbell rang.
"You stay right there Georgia, you can't make a real entrance here, but you shouldn't answer the door."
At this point I was pretty sure that she and Mason had been plotting something. She opened the door, and Mason was standing there with a dozen roses. I didn't think I was the type that liked roses, but when someone gives you them, you really do feel special. He was also dressed in a nice suit. Daisy nodded, and I stood up. Mason's jaw was on the floor when he saw me all dressed up. Daisy took the roses, and put them in some water. Mason held out his arm, and we walked off together.
My first real date, with a guy that I really liked. I was also happy that he went through such a fuss to set it all up, and I wondered where we were going, seeing as we were both dressed up a little. I decided not to ask. When we pulled up in front a nice restaurant I also figured out why Daisy hadn't let me eat when we were shopping. He smiled, got out of the car, and opened the door for me. I laughed, he was not acting like himself, but I liked it.
The night went very well, after we ate we went for a walk in a park nearby before going home. We talked about a lot of things, including the rules Rube had laid out for us, and what our future might hold. It was really nice to spend time with him, and not have to worry about running off to go take a soul, or that there were a bunch of dead bodies below us, or the Rube was going to get mad at us.
"This has been really nice," I told him.
"Yeah, I agree, I've forgotten how nice dating can be."
I smiled. "Well I hate to break the bubble we're in, but we've got to get up early tomorrow." He nodded. "Yeah, you're right."
We walked to the car, and we went back to my apartment, he insisted upon walking me up to my place. Standing outside he kissed me goodnight, and the kiss didn't seem to want to end. Finally we broke it, and I unlocked the door. Upon opening it, I heard footsteps running to the couch. When I got inside a disheveled Daisy was on the couch pretending to be sleeping.
"I know you were looking though the peep-hole," I said. "The date went well, and what you saw was as far as it went, 'night Daisy."
"You're the best roommate ever Georgia, goodnight."
I got into bed, and thought happy thoughts of Mason as I fell asleep, glad that something in my afterlife was finally going right.
End
End notes: all right this seriously the last one in this time frame, next up we're skipping ahead to the anniversary of Betty's crossing over. Will Mason and George be living together? How will Daisy fit in to the picture? All will be revealed in good time my small but loyal followers… hugz and kissez again, trista aka dustytiger