TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part14of30)
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: Reggie has some good news for Millie, while Daisy has some bad news for her
AUTHORS NOTES: Moonie's been craking the whip pretty hard, I promised her another part today, and it's still technically Sunday… I hope u all like it! Thank you to those who have given death suggestions and I'll prolly be using them shortly! HUGZ and KISSEZ to everyone who's helped me with this, I really do appreciate it, I'm glad it's been well received! On with the story….
I looked around the coffee shop, and didn't see Reggie, she had just called me asking me to meet her there, she had something to tell me. I got myself a cup of coffee, and sat down, waiting for her. A few minutes later she showed up, and she got herself a coffee, and sat down next to me. She was looked really happy, which would be a surprise to me had she not been a lot happier since she met her boyfriend, Max, about four years ago. He was probably one of the best things that ever happened in her life. They had met her last year of university, and became friends a couple years, and had been dating a couple more.
"So what's up?" I asked her, taking a sip of my coffee.
She grinned. "I just wanted to tell you face to face that I'm going to get married."Good thing I had swallowed my coffee already. I was ecstatic! "Really! I'm so happy for you!" Honestly a part of me wanted to marry Mason, whatever.
She smiled. "I'm so excited, I never thought that I'd actually get married."
"So was he all romantic when he asked you?"
"Yeah, he was. I was having a really bad day, there's this one kid I work with that just gets to me, and I swear he does it cause he knows that it upsets me. Anyway I got home, and he was on the couch, and asked me if I needed a back-rub. The nice thing about dating someone who went thru a massage therapy course, though he never decided to do it as a career is when you're stressed you feel a little better when you don't ache all over. Anyway, so after he gave me a back rub, I asked him what he had in the oven. He actually made me a home cooked meal!"
"Nice!"
"I know!! So anyway after we ate, he's a pretty good cook, I learned. Wish he had decided to cook for me before! We went into the back room, where the TV is, and there is this amazing music playing, really quiet but not classical stuff. On the table there's a bouquet of red roses, and on the one in the middle there's a ring. He looks at me and asks me if I wanted to marry him. I almost died!"
"That's quiet the story you have there."
She grinned. "So do you think you'll ever marry Mason?"
I shrugged. "I don't think so, we're happy with the way things are. I don't know, neither of us have much family, so what's the point of having a big ceremony?"
She nodded. "I guess that makes sense, I always forget that you lost your family."
"So when are you planning on getting married?"
"Probably about six months from now. It'll give us time to get things planned, and it'll be nicer out, so we may be able to have an outdoor wedding. I've always wanted an outdoor wedding."
I nodded. "I don't know, maybe I'm strange but I never really imagined my wedding when I was a kid. My sister used to parade around the living room in old table clothes, and pretend she was getting married, and I just thought she was crazy. I was older then her, but still that was something that I just never did."
Reggie shrugged. "I used to do stuff like that when I was a kid. I don't know, it was just something fun to do. You know?"
"I guess so."
"When I was a kid I used imagine my wedding being in the summer time, and right after we said our vows the clock would chime. I've always liked the way that the big clock in the town center rings. Sometimes I'd even imagine I was in London, and Big Ben would toll right as I'd kiss the guy I was marrying!"
I smiled. "I don't know, I wouldn't want anything too big and fancy even if I did get married. Just something small, in a nice little historic church somewhere. I've always liked churches with history." I thought of this church I saw on some TV show, that had skulls and bones as decoration, now that would be a fitting place to get married if I ever married Mason!
"Oh, and before I forget, I want you to be one of my bride's maids!"
"Really!? That could be fun." All right, that's odd I'm going to be in my sister's wedding but not as her sister, but as her friend.
"I know that you're not into getting all dressed up and stuff, but it would really mean a lot to me."
"No, no I'll be glad to do it. I was just thinking about how I'm never going to be able to see my own sister get married, and that it'll be strange cause you remind me of her."
"Talking about sisters, I'm going to do something in George's memory, light a candle or something like that."
I'm glad she thought of me like that, I somehow don't think my mother will be big on the idea, good thing it's not her wedding. "That's a really nice idea."
"I thought so, I mean I know it's been fifteen years now, but I still miss her, and it'll be strange not having her around on my wedding day. She meant a lot to me, and I've dealt with the issues that I had about the way she died when I was a kid. It just feels like something that I should do."
I nodded. "I think that it's really amazing that you thought of that, because I know a lot of people would want people they loved who had passed on to be involved in some way."
"I'm thinking just before it starts to say a little something, for people who don't know who she was, you know? Then we'll light the candle and say that it represents her soul being there."
If only she knew the truth about me! "I don't know what else to say, it's an amazing idea."
"You know what's going to suck about this, everyone's going to think that you look almost younger then me! It's not fair, you never seem to age!"
I shrugged. "I'm just lucky I guess."
"I've know you for fifteen years, and I swear you have never changed, and from the pictures of Mason I've seen he hasn't changed either. It hardly seems fair."
"I guess we're both lucky, but keep in mind we don't have kids, what we do hardly classifies as work, and we have no money problems. Why would we stress out and look older then we should?"
"I guess you're right. It's just an observation someone made the other day."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's silly really, one of my friends walked by here the other day, and looked in, and walked off. I noticed her and when I comforted her about walking away she said that she thought I was talking with my little sister and didn't want to interrupt."
"Your little sister? I highly doubt I could actually pass as your little sister, your friend just saw me out of the corner of her eye, and you know how that can be. When you go to check someone out cause you just kinda see a profile of them, then you look and you're like, um, yuck!"
"I guess I just find it hard to believe that you're 31."
"And you're 26, what's your point? Age is just how you feel."
She smiled. "I guess you're right."
"Don't let it bother you!"
I looked at my watch. "As much as I'd love to stay and girl talk some more, I have to be somewhere in twenty minutes."
"It's okay, I'll call you when I know when the rest of the girls want to go look at dresses and stuff."
I nodded, and took my half full coffee cup, and went out the door. I looked at the post-it, and realized that I this one was going to happen in a house. I wondered how I would get at the soul. As I walked up a bunch of girls came giggling up the driveway. I wondered if any of them were P. Clarke, I thought of a plan to get their names. I took out a notebook that was in my bag.
"Sorry to bother you," I said, coming up to them. "My name's Millie, and I'm doing some a survey for my college newspaper, I was wondering if you could help me."
"Sure!" said one of the girls, they couldn't be more then fourteen.
"First I'll need all your names, I probably won't use them, but just in case I need to quote I can."
They all nodded. "I'm Deena Smith, this is Ruth Burns, this is Tina Black, and the birthday girl here is Paula Clarke," said the same girl as before.
"I nodded, perfect. So there's only four questions, the first three are yes or no, the last is opinion, and that's what I might quote." They all nodded. "Question the first, have you ever drank to the point of being drunk?"
"Yes!" they all replied with a giggle.
"Remember, your parents will never see this, and I won't use last names, only possibly initials. "Have you ever smoked pot?"
"Yes," said Ruth.
"No," replied Deena.
"No," Paula said.
"Yup," giggled Tina.
"Have you every tried, intentionally anything strong then pot?"
"Nope!" they all said in unison.
"Do we look stupid?" Deena asked.
I smiled. "Finally, and you don't have to answer this if you don't want to. Do you think that at your high school drugs and alcohol are a problem in the classroom?"
"A lot of kids I know do it, and come to class when they are drunk or stoned. I find it irritating because it's already people who don't want to be in class, and act out all that much more, and the teachers can't do much unless they catch the kid red handed," explained Paula.
"Yeah, it's really stupid cause a kid can come to class totally reeking of week, and the teacher actually has to find some on them in order to suspend or expel them. I don't have a problem with people doing it or anything, but at school it's stupid because you can't do that when you get a job or you get fired, but at school it's just something that's kind of the norm now."
I wrote down what they had said, wishing that I really was writing the article, but how were they to know, they would have bigger problems in about five minutes. "Thank you for your time," I said, shaking all of their hands, taking Paula's soul in the process.
Moments later I could hear screaming from inside the house. It seemed that Paula had slipped on her little brother's toy car, and went flying down the basement stairs, which were uncarpeted concrete, smacked her head. Poor kid, a lost soul didn't come out of the house, I waited for ten minutes, before going home. When I got there Daisy greeted me with a bowl of popcorn, and there were some movies in her hand.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I know this is breaking girls night rules, but I've just been informed that I'm taking my last soul tomorrow, and I wanted this last girls night to be memorable. I picked a couple of movies that I want you to see, that I know you'll just love! The no talking rule has been put aside for obvious reasons. I thought popcorn would be a good snack food, classic."
I didn't know how to respond to what she had just told me. "Oh, all right."
"Don't be upset when I leave tomorrow all right Georgia? Be happy for me, and I know that after your last soul is taken, we'll see each other again."
I nodded. "So in other news, one of my friend is getting married!"
"Oh that's wonderful, I wish I could be there to help you get dressed, but I think that I have given you enough tips on how to look beautiful to manage all by yourself."
I nodded. "You have given me more tips then I could ever use."
She laughed. "A girl can never have enough beauty tips."
I decided not to fight with her that night. It was our last girl's night after all and I didn't want to fill it up with petty arguments. We decided to sit in the living room, as Mason had learned not to intrude a long time ago. Daisy put in the first movie, and we began to watch it. It was pretty funny, and I'm pretty sure I had seen it before.
"It's amazing," Daisy said. "When I died I thought that everything was perfect in my life, and I didn't care that I didn't have any real friends, and I'd just do sex acts for people accept me. When I first became a reaper I was terrible to the people who's souls I took. I was more interested in my problems then theirs. I was so mad that I didn't get a chance to be in Gone with the Wind. All I ever thought about was myself. Even up to the time when I got transferred, I didn't much care about anything but me. Then I met you, and you were like a sister or something, and I just had to be friends with you. I know that we started off like oil and water, but I'm glad that I met you. I'm glad you showed me that you can live a little even in your afterlife."
I smiled. 'I'm glad I could help you with that."
"When Rube told me today that tomorrow was going to be my last soul, I was really surprised that my first thought was that I had to do something for Georgia before I go. So I deiced to organize this all by myself. When the movie are over I made some pasta, that just needs to be heated up!"
I was actually really surprised that she had thought that. I didn't really notice how much she had changed until then. I thought back to the first time we met, and she seemed almost like a different person. Sure she took stuff from the dead, but she didn't take everything could get her paws on. She no longer plotted and schemed, and from what I've heard she did that a lot before she came to join this group.
I really was going to miss her. She was my first roommate, and she really did help somehow in my getting over Betty. I did think of her kind of like a big sister. I wished when I was kid to have a big sister like her. Pretty, smart, and always giving me advise on boys, and make up and other girl stuff my mother refused to talk about. Daisy really did do that for me, even if at the point in my life she did I didn't give two shits about the stuff she was telling me.
I just hoped that whoever replaced her wasn't like that little prick Colvin, I can't believe that we're still stuck with him! He's calmed down a little, but I think it was because he was afraid of getting transferred somewhere that he didn't want to be. After the first movie, Daisy and I just talked about all the stuff we had done together since we had known each other. We talked until the early morning, and I was glad that I didn't really have anything to do the next day.
When I crawled into bed the clock read 4:30, and that meant that it was only a few hours before we would have to meet Rube at Der Waffle Haus, and about twelve hours from that time Daisy would be gone, and some new person, would have taken her place. I hoped that the person replacing her was girl, because if it was a guy I would go nuts being the only girl in the group. I curled up to Mason, and fell asleep moments later.
End
End notes: colt is not daisy's replacement, just so you know, I thought it was about time that she got relieved of her duties she's been reaping a long time. I'll deal with Rube's time of being a reaper in the next time jump, among other things. There'll prolly be two more parts in this time frame, dealing with Daisy's replacement, and another six months from that dealing the Reggie's wedding, and it will deal once and for all with the Millie not aging issue… please tell me what you think trista aka the 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: Reggie has some good news for Millie, while Daisy has some bad news for her
AUTHORS NOTES: Moonie's been craking the whip pretty hard, I promised her another part today, and it's still technically Sunday… I hope u all like it! Thank you to those who have given death suggestions and I'll prolly be using them shortly! HUGZ and KISSEZ to everyone who's helped me with this, I really do appreciate it, I'm glad it's been well received! On with the story….
I looked around the coffee shop, and didn't see Reggie, she had just called me asking me to meet her there, she had something to tell me. I got myself a cup of coffee, and sat down, waiting for her. A few minutes later she showed up, and she got herself a coffee, and sat down next to me. She was looked really happy, which would be a surprise to me had she not been a lot happier since she met her boyfriend, Max, about four years ago. He was probably one of the best things that ever happened in her life. They had met her last year of university, and became friends a couple years, and had been dating a couple more.
"So what's up?" I asked her, taking a sip of my coffee.
She grinned. "I just wanted to tell you face to face that I'm going to get married."Good thing I had swallowed my coffee already. I was ecstatic! "Really! I'm so happy for you!" Honestly a part of me wanted to marry Mason, whatever.
She smiled. "I'm so excited, I never thought that I'd actually get married."
"So was he all romantic when he asked you?"
"Yeah, he was. I was having a really bad day, there's this one kid I work with that just gets to me, and I swear he does it cause he knows that it upsets me. Anyway I got home, and he was on the couch, and asked me if I needed a back-rub. The nice thing about dating someone who went thru a massage therapy course, though he never decided to do it as a career is when you're stressed you feel a little better when you don't ache all over. Anyway, so after he gave me a back rub, I asked him what he had in the oven. He actually made me a home cooked meal!"
"Nice!"
"I know!! So anyway after we ate, he's a pretty good cook, I learned. Wish he had decided to cook for me before! We went into the back room, where the TV is, and there is this amazing music playing, really quiet but not classical stuff. On the table there's a bouquet of red roses, and on the one in the middle there's a ring. He looks at me and asks me if I wanted to marry him. I almost died!"
"That's quiet the story you have there."
She grinned. "So do you think you'll ever marry Mason?"
I shrugged. "I don't think so, we're happy with the way things are. I don't know, neither of us have much family, so what's the point of having a big ceremony?"
She nodded. "I guess that makes sense, I always forget that you lost your family."
"So when are you planning on getting married?"
"Probably about six months from now. It'll give us time to get things planned, and it'll be nicer out, so we may be able to have an outdoor wedding. I've always wanted an outdoor wedding."
I nodded. "I don't know, maybe I'm strange but I never really imagined my wedding when I was a kid. My sister used to parade around the living room in old table clothes, and pretend she was getting married, and I just thought she was crazy. I was older then her, but still that was something that I just never did."
Reggie shrugged. "I used to do stuff like that when I was a kid. I don't know, it was just something fun to do. You know?"
"I guess so."
"When I was a kid I used imagine my wedding being in the summer time, and right after we said our vows the clock would chime. I've always liked the way that the big clock in the town center rings. Sometimes I'd even imagine I was in London, and Big Ben would toll right as I'd kiss the guy I was marrying!"
I smiled. "I don't know, I wouldn't want anything too big and fancy even if I did get married. Just something small, in a nice little historic church somewhere. I've always liked churches with history." I thought of this church I saw on some TV show, that had skulls and bones as decoration, now that would be a fitting place to get married if I ever married Mason!
"Oh, and before I forget, I want you to be one of my bride's maids!"
"Really!? That could be fun." All right, that's odd I'm going to be in my sister's wedding but not as her sister, but as her friend.
"I know that you're not into getting all dressed up and stuff, but it would really mean a lot to me."
"No, no I'll be glad to do it. I was just thinking about how I'm never going to be able to see my own sister get married, and that it'll be strange cause you remind me of her."
"Talking about sisters, I'm going to do something in George's memory, light a candle or something like that."
I'm glad she thought of me like that, I somehow don't think my mother will be big on the idea, good thing it's not her wedding. "That's a really nice idea."
"I thought so, I mean I know it's been fifteen years now, but I still miss her, and it'll be strange not having her around on my wedding day. She meant a lot to me, and I've dealt with the issues that I had about the way she died when I was a kid. It just feels like something that I should do."
I nodded. "I think that it's really amazing that you thought of that, because I know a lot of people would want people they loved who had passed on to be involved in some way."
"I'm thinking just before it starts to say a little something, for people who don't know who she was, you know? Then we'll light the candle and say that it represents her soul being there."
If only she knew the truth about me! "I don't know what else to say, it's an amazing idea."
"You know what's going to suck about this, everyone's going to think that you look almost younger then me! It's not fair, you never seem to age!"
I shrugged. "I'm just lucky I guess."
"I've know you for fifteen years, and I swear you have never changed, and from the pictures of Mason I've seen he hasn't changed either. It hardly seems fair."
"I guess we're both lucky, but keep in mind we don't have kids, what we do hardly classifies as work, and we have no money problems. Why would we stress out and look older then we should?"
"I guess you're right. It's just an observation someone made the other day."
"What are you talking about?"
"It's silly really, one of my friends walked by here the other day, and looked in, and walked off. I noticed her and when I comforted her about walking away she said that she thought I was talking with my little sister and didn't want to interrupt."
"Your little sister? I highly doubt I could actually pass as your little sister, your friend just saw me out of the corner of her eye, and you know how that can be. When you go to check someone out cause you just kinda see a profile of them, then you look and you're like, um, yuck!"
"I guess I just find it hard to believe that you're 31."
"And you're 26, what's your point? Age is just how you feel."
She smiled. "I guess you're right."
"Don't let it bother you!"
I looked at my watch. "As much as I'd love to stay and girl talk some more, I have to be somewhere in twenty minutes."
"It's okay, I'll call you when I know when the rest of the girls want to go look at dresses and stuff."
I nodded, and took my half full coffee cup, and went out the door. I looked at the post-it, and realized that I this one was going to happen in a house. I wondered how I would get at the soul. As I walked up a bunch of girls came giggling up the driveway. I wondered if any of them were P. Clarke, I thought of a plan to get their names. I took out a notebook that was in my bag.
"Sorry to bother you," I said, coming up to them. "My name's Millie, and I'm doing some a survey for my college newspaper, I was wondering if you could help me."
"Sure!" said one of the girls, they couldn't be more then fourteen.
"First I'll need all your names, I probably won't use them, but just in case I need to quote I can."
They all nodded. "I'm Deena Smith, this is Ruth Burns, this is Tina Black, and the birthday girl here is Paula Clarke," said the same girl as before.
"I nodded, perfect. So there's only four questions, the first three are yes or no, the last is opinion, and that's what I might quote." They all nodded. "Question the first, have you ever drank to the point of being drunk?"
"Yes!" they all replied with a giggle.
"Remember, your parents will never see this, and I won't use last names, only possibly initials. "Have you ever smoked pot?"
"Yes," said Ruth.
"No," replied Deena.
"No," Paula said.
"Yup," giggled Tina.
"Have you every tried, intentionally anything strong then pot?"
"Nope!" they all said in unison.
"Do we look stupid?" Deena asked.
I smiled. "Finally, and you don't have to answer this if you don't want to. Do you think that at your high school drugs and alcohol are a problem in the classroom?"
"A lot of kids I know do it, and come to class when they are drunk or stoned. I find it irritating because it's already people who don't want to be in class, and act out all that much more, and the teachers can't do much unless they catch the kid red handed," explained Paula.
"Yeah, it's really stupid cause a kid can come to class totally reeking of week, and the teacher actually has to find some on them in order to suspend or expel them. I don't have a problem with people doing it or anything, but at school it's stupid because you can't do that when you get a job or you get fired, but at school it's just something that's kind of the norm now."
I wrote down what they had said, wishing that I really was writing the article, but how were they to know, they would have bigger problems in about five minutes. "Thank you for your time," I said, shaking all of their hands, taking Paula's soul in the process.
Moments later I could hear screaming from inside the house. It seemed that Paula had slipped on her little brother's toy car, and went flying down the basement stairs, which were uncarpeted concrete, smacked her head. Poor kid, a lost soul didn't come out of the house, I waited for ten minutes, before going home. When I got there Daisy greeted me with a bowl of popcorn, and there were some movies in her hand.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"I know this is breaking girls night rules, but I've just been informed that I'm taking my last soul tomorrow, and I wanted this last girls night to be memorable. I picked a couple of movies that I want you to see, that I know you'll just love! The no talking rule has been put aside for obvious reasons. I thought popcorn would be a good snack food, classic."
I didn't know how to respond to what she had just told me. "Oh, all right."
"Don't be upset when I leave tomorrow all right Georgia? Be happy for me, and I know that after your last soul is taken, we'll see each other again."
I nodded. "So in other news, one of my friend is getting married!"
"Oh that's wonderful, I wish I could be there to help you get dressed, but I think that I have given you enough tips on how to look beautiful to manage all by yourself."
I nodded. "You have given me more tips then I could ever use."
She laughed. "A girl can never have enough beauty tips."
I decided not to fight with her that night. It was our last girl's night after all and I didn't want to fill it up with petty arguments. We decided to sit in the living room, as Mason had learned not to intrude a long time ago. Daisy put in the first movie, and we began to watch it. It was pretty funny, and I'm pretty sure I had seen it before.
"It's amazing," Daisy said. "When I died I thought that everything was perfect in my life, and I didn't care that I didn't have any real friends, and I'd just do sex acts for people accept me. When I first became a reaper I was terrible to the people who's souls I took. I was more interested in my problems then theirs. I was so mad that I didn't get a chance to be in Gone with the Wind. All I ever thought about was myself. Even up to the time when I got transferred, I didn't much care about anything but me. Then I met you, and you were like a sister or something, and I just had to be friends with you. I know that we started off like oil and water, but I'm glad that I met you. I'm glad you showed me that you can live a little even in your afterlife."
I smiled. 'I'm glad I could help you with that."
"When Rube told me today that tomorrow was going to be my last soul, I was really surprised that my first thought was that I had to do something for Georgia before I go. So I deiced to organize this all by myself. When the movie are over I made some pasta, that just needs to be heated up!"
I was actually really surprised that she had thought that. I didn't really notice how much she had changed until then. I thought back to the first time we met, and she seemed almost like a different person. Sure she took stuff from the dead, but she didn't take everything could get her paws on. She no longer plotted and schemed, and from what I've heard she did that a lot before she came to join this group.
I really was going to miss her. She was my first roommate, and she really did help somehow in my getting over Betty. I did think of her kind of like a big sister. I wished when I was kid to have a big sister like her. Pretty, smart, and always giving me advise on boys, and make up and other girl stuff my mother refused to talk about. Daisy really did do that for me, even if at the point in my life she did I didn't give two shits about the stuff she was telling me.
I just hoped that whoever replaced her wasn't like that little prick Colvin, I can't believe that we're still stuck with him! He's calmed down a little, but I think it was because he was afraid of getting transferred somewhere that he didn't want to be. After the first movie, Daisy and I just talked about all the stuff we had done together since we had known each other. We talked until the early morning, and I was glad that I didn't really have anything to do the next day.
When I crawled into bed the clock read 4:30, and that meant that it was only a few hours before we would have to meet Rube at Der Waffle Haus, and about twelve hours from that time Daisy would be gone, and some new person, would have taken her place. I hoped that the person replacing her was girl, because if it was a guy I would go nuts being the only girl in the group. I curled up to Mason, and fell asleep moments later.
End
End notes: colt is not daisy's replacement, just so you know, I thought it was about time that she got relieved of her duties she's been reaping a long time. I'll deal with Rube's time of being a reaper in the next time jump, among other things. There'll prolly be two more parts in this time frame, dealing with Daisy's replacement, and another six months from that dealing the Reggie's wedding, and it will deal once and for all with the Millie not aging issue… please tell me what you think trista aka the dustytiger