TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part 29of30)
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: George and the concept is not mine, it belongs to MGM, showcase, Ellen Muth, and the creator of the series, the new characters are mine, but I don't think anyone will be borrowing them.
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: George's last day tear
AUTHORS NOTES: sorry this took so long, I'm terrible at actually coming out with endings… actually it was the middle that gave me probs, so it's a little shorter then I would have liked it to be. But it still works. There will be another one in Colt's POV which won't be too long, but ties up a few things, and makes the series end at a happy 30 parts instead of 29 cause that would have bugged me. The song used in this one I called The Tragic Ballet (Watching the sun die) by my fave band After the Troops Leave. It is about capitalism bring the end to the world, but I think it also fights as the end of the life. It's not the same without the music, so please, please, please get in touch with me if you want a CD there will be one more song in the next one, and I now know the track list =8-D hopefully Colt's part'll be easier to write! On, at long last with George's taking of her last soul.
It's funny how sometimes the thing you want the most in the world for the longest time isn't what you really want when the time comes to get it. That's how I felt that morning when I woke up, knowing, that it was my last day as a reaper, that I was finally going to move on to whatever it was I was supposed to be moving on to. Maybe it was nerves, or maybe a part of me had just gotten used to my so called afterlife.
I never was one much for change, maybe that's why I didn't adjust well to Reggie not being my baby sister anymore, and why I rebelled so much after high school. I feared change, and I acted like a first class ass in order to try and keep things the way they were. But life was no fun if it was stagnant. People need change in their lives, and that's just the way things are. No matter how much you fight it things in life change, and life was going to not just change for me, but end.
Maybe I had been dead for a while, but it's hard to think that you're dead when you're still interacting with the living. Not to mention living a better life then you ever did while I was alive. It was strange how things worked out sometimes, and I realized that whatever the higher power may be, god, Allah, goddesses, or even just fates, it had a sense of humor which it found quiet stellar, and loved to fuck we the living, and undead. I wondered if they also fucked with the dead. I was going to find out soon enough.
As much as I thought that fate liked to fuck with me I'd miss the afterlife I was leading, I wasn't even sure that real death would be what I wanted. Maybe the rat race would start all over again, and then I had been looking forward to nothing all this time.
It was funny how fate worked, I originally died on my lunch hour from happy time, and how many years later I am shocked to find it's still in existence, and decide to start working again and all of a sudden my first day of work I get my last post-it. I'm not complaining about the reaper gig being over, I just hope that death is as good as being undead.
I got to happy time and truged away at the temp work, filing, they gave me. I was surprised that in all that time office work had not changed. It was just as boring at it ever was, and lunch didn't seem to come fast enough. Maybe time seemed to stand still because I was so looking forward to it being 1:30, and I would finally learn what awaited me in the next life.
It's funny how when you stare at clock when you're bored it seems to stop, but when you're having fun there never seems to be enough time. I hated waiting for things, even as a child I hated waiting. My parents stopped bringing me to fairs because I'd start crying in long lines, and waiting for death is probably the longest wait. Although I suppose that most people don't sit around waiting for death, accept if you're sick because they don't know when they might die.
When I died the first time I certainly hadn't been waiting around for death, save maybe putting a bullet in my brain in hopes of not having to work or deal with my family. I filed away, wondering how it was that a person could devote their whole life to that kind of crap! My hell would be having to do office work the rest of eternity.
I worked away hoping that someone would notice later rather then sooner that I had not had my lunch yet. Even with counting down the minutes I nearly lost track of time. I guess when you're brain is that tired it's hard to think of anything but hitting the pillow. Finally one of the guys in charge, or who thought he was in charge actually came to the basement, more happily known as the file room. He looked at me funny.
"What?" I demanded.
"You just look familiar is all." He looked at my "ask me why my name is" button. "So what's your name cutie?"
"Sasha, and that's sexual harassment."
He shrugged. "Would you really report me, when I come baring the news that you get to go on your lunch hour?"
"Don't you mean thirty five minutes?"
"How'd you know that. My old workplace must have done similar research."
He nodded. "Sometime maybe I could join you for your thirty five minutes."
I shrugged. "Maybe one day." I winked at him and left the building.
I didn't think that it was truly heinous of me to lead him on. Most people don't know when they're going to die, so it wasn't as if he'd be figuring it out anytime soon! When I got out of the building I was surprised to see Colt there. I was a little surprised that Anika wasn't there too but, I wasn't complaining. I would much rather spend my last moments on earth with him then her. I had nothing wrong with her, it was just that Colt was my best friend, and somehow there was still so much I wanted to tell him.
I guess that in all this time I never did get over the teenage mentality that I had all the time in the world. I wanted this whole afterlife thing to be over, but on the other hand I never thought that my afterlife would ever end. Maybe everyone believed that they would never die, and that's why it's so shocking and upsetting to us. We know, logically that everyone is going to die, but a part of us thinks that they will always be there, and that that person, or them-self will be the acceptation to the rules of life, and are upset when they learn they are not.
Who really thinks ahead in life and doesn't see the people they love still there with them at the end of it all? I looked at the post-it, and Colt put his arms around my shoulder, and we walked to a coffee shop right near where whoever was replacing me was to die, or rather become a reaper. It would finally be my turn to move on while they were stuck as a reaper. I was so excited, but scared at the same time.
"So the time has finally come," Colt said, as if reading my mind.
"Yeah," I replied half heartedly.
"How do you feel?"
"Strange, happy but strange. As if there is more here that I should have done. I don't know it's strange. I guess I just think that all the anticipation to it can't live up to the real thing. You know like when you're a kid and you're finally big enough to on this one ride at the fair, and you go on it, and it wasn't half as good as you thought?"
He nodded. "I know what you mean, it's like R rated movies, once you finally can go see them you don't really want to anymore. They just don't seem as good."
"I suppose we just want what we don't have."
He nodded. And we sat there in silence sipping coffee. I could hardly believe it before we had met up there was so much I wanted to say, and now my mind was completely blank! I couldn't think of anything to tell him that hadn't bee said before. I looked at my watch, wondering how much longer the agonizing silence would have to continue. I had almost forgotten to keep an eye out for risk factors outside.
I wondered if my replacement would have a stranger death then yours true. Colt followed me outside, I had almost forgotten that someone had to be there to meet the soul, as I couldn't do it.
"I don't know how you managed seeing everyone you started working with move on while you were left behind."
I shrugged. "You don't really have a choice in the matter, that's just the way it was. But I knew when my turn would be next at least!" I tried to say positively.
"I guess so, but it must have been so hard."
"I may have lost a lot of friends along the way but I always had at least one."
I hugged him, and we simply held each other for a few minutes. Anyone passing by us would have thought we were lovers, anything but just friends, and I didn't care what they thought. A girl and a guy can be just friends, if that's what they both needed. I loved Colt in a way that I had loved no one else, it wasn't because he was family or because we were romantically involved. I loved him because we were friends. I had never loved anyone like that in life, and I was glad to have had a second chance to experience it.
I wanted Colt to go with me, it would have been so much better if Colt was able to go with me. Everything is always easier when you had a friend along, but I knew that that would not be the case. Even if he had wanted to he couldn't. He was much too professional, and would never leave a soul alone.
"I'm going to miss you, Colt," I whispered, before ending the hug.
I had finally learned that there are things in this world that are worth feeling, and that just because you lose someone doesn't mean that your life is over, and you can never experience anything again. I appreciate the time that I had with Colt, he is the person that knows me the best, but I know that everything must come to an end.
After I pulled away I knew which soul was the one who was going to be replacing me. She was Barbie-doll type girl, I hoped that she at least was smart. She tripped over something, and as she fell I took her soul. I couldn't tell you what actually killed her, I was already within my own lightshow.
I finally got see my own lightshow, and it was not exactly what I had been expecting. Standing before me in the most beautiful place I had ever seen was everyone who had ever meant anything to me, and I knew what the first thing I wanted to do to each of them was.
When I saw my mother all I wanted to do was to hug her, and to tell her that I loved her. I had never told her that in life, despite the fact that she never did stop loving me, and showing me that she loved me. I had been too stupid to realize that her loving me was a good thing, something to be proud of. As well as something I missed more then I ever thought possible when I didn't hear it anymore.
When I saw my father I wanted to thank him for being my father, but at the same time I wanted to kick him in the junk for being such a fucking man! My mother was far from perfect but he shouldn't have cheated on her before they were divorced. If he had wanted to cheat he should have gotten divorced first. Even Mason hadn't cheated on me while we were going out, and we weren't even married!
When I saw Betty I simply began to smile, there she was just as I remembered her, with this grin on her face. I still wore after all that time the ring she had given me when she piggy-backed. I was very glad to find out that she had gotten to her destination and doing it a different way hadn't changed her at all.
I was surprised that I didn't see Roxy, but thought that she just wasn't around. I guess we really didn't get along that well, but I didn't really care, because my surrogate sister was there, and I knew that she was going to be telling about all of her misadventures since she moved on.
When I saw Mason I simply wanted to kiss him right there in front of everyone, then drag him to a dark room and fuck him senseless. Then we might talk about how much we missed each other and all that other crap that comes along with being head of heels in love with someone.
I looked back for a moment, and could see Colt talking to the girl, but knew that he couldn't see me, or my lightshow, he had his own thing to do. But he did look sad over losing me, and that made me feel better. I knew that I couldn't go back, no matter how much I may have wanted to. As all this was happening I heard a song in the background, it was a beautiful song, and although the lyrics were a little hard to hear, I thought that it somehow made sense as something to hear when you were talking your steps into the light, which may be the end.
Floating picture of the sea, floating free
Love can save you love can turn you away from me
Gone, my anger inside
Gone, my sadness inside
Dancing far away in to do
Ballet of the moto life, yeah it is
Gone are the midnight waltz
To the center of you
As the days slip through our fingers
Into the aching sands of the desert
We ride tonight into the festival of shadows
Forrest fires, electrical smoke
Through music, panic
Through the desolation of the innocence
We on earth, we humans
We on earth, the violent beating, the crying
We on earth, I am the sun, fire and water
I am smoke, the tragic, the tragic ballet
I know the sun will die, yeah I do
I know the sun will die, yeah I do
But I want to be there...
to see the night painted with fire
I finally looked at Reggie, would we pick things up as George or Millie? I then took a few steps toward them, glad to have them all back in my life. Somehow I knew that death wouldn't be all that different from life, other then you would never have to worry about anyone leaving you again, and horrible things that fate would do. Life was the challenge, and then once it was all over this was the easy part. I couldn't wait to start it. I walked into the light, knowing it was disappearing behind me.
End
Author's notes: Hope it was worth the wait! On with Colt's part. Hugz and kissez trista aka the dustytiger.
AUTHOR: trista
DISCLAIMER: George and the concept is not mine, it belongs to MGM, showcase, Ellen Muth, and the creator of the series, the new characters are mine, but I don't think anyone will be borrowing them.
RATING: PG-13 (for language, but the kids these days…)
CONTENT: Reggie/Millie friendship, Mason/George romance
SUMMARY: George's last day tear
AUTHORS NOTES: sorry this took so long, I'm terrible at actually coming out with endings… actually it was the middle that gave me probs, so it's a little shorter then I would have liked it to be. But it still works. There will be another one in Colt's POV which won't be too long, but ties up a few things, and makes the series end at a happy 30 parts instead of 29 cause that would have bugged me. The song used in this one I called The Tragic Ballet (Watching the sun die) by my fave band After the Troops Leave. It is about capitalism bring the end to the world, but I think it also fights as the end of the life. It's not the same without the music, so please, please, please get in touch with me if you want a CD there will be one more song in the next one, and I now know the track list =8-D hopefully Colt's part'll be easier to write! On, at long last with George's taking of her last soul.
It's funny how sometimes the thing you want the most in the world for the longest time isn't what you really want when the time comes to get it. That's how I felt that morning when I woke up, knowing, that it was my last day as a reaper, that I was finally going to move on to whatever it was I was supposed to be moving on to. Maybe it was nerves, or maybe a part of me had just gotten used to my so called afterlife.
I never was one much for change, maybe that's why I didn't adjust well to Reggie not being my baby sister anymore, and why I rebelled so much after high school. I feared change, and I acted like a first class ass in order to try and keep things the way they were. But life was no fun if it was stagnant. People need change in their lives, and that's just the way things are. No matter how much you fight it things in life change, and life was going to not just change for me, but end.
Maybe I had been dead for a while, but it's hard to think that you're dead when you're still interacting with the living. Not to mention living a better life then you ever did while I was alive. It was strange how things worked out sometimes, and I realized that whatever the higher power may be, god, Allah, goddesses, or even just fates, it had a sense of humor which it found quiet stellar, and loved to fuck we the living, and undead. I wondered if they also fucked with the dead. I was going to find out soon enough.
As much as I thought that fate liked to fuck with me I'd miss the afterlife I was leading, I wasn't even sure that real death would be what I wanted. Maybe the rat race would start all over again, and then I had been looking forward to nothing all this time.
It was funny how fate worked, I originally died on my lunch hour from happy time, and how many years later I am shocked to find it's still in existence, and decide to start working again and all of a sudden my first day of work I get my last post-it. I'm not complaining about the reaper gig being over, I just hope that death is as good as being undead.
I got to happy time and truged away at the temp work, filing, they gave me. I was surprised that in all that time office work had not changed. It was just as boring at it ever was, and lunch didn't seem to come fast enough. Maybe time seemed to stand still because I was so looking forward to it being 1:30, and I would finally learn what awaited me in the next life.
It's funny how when you stare at clock when you're bored it seems to stop, but when you're having fun there never seems to be enough time. I hated waiting for things, even as a child I hated waiting. My parents stopped bringing me to fairs because I'd start crying in long lines, and waiting for death is probably the longest wait. Although I suppose that most people don't sit around waiting for death, accept if you're sick because they don't know when they might die.
When I died the first time I certainly hadn't been waiting around for death, save maybe putting a bullet in my brain in hopes of not having to work or deal with my family. I filed away, wondering how it was that a person could devote their whole life to that kind of crap! My hell would be having to do office work the rest of eternity.
I worked away hoping that someone would notice later rather then sooner that I had not had my lunch yet. Even with counting down the minutes I nearly lost track of time. I guess when you're brain is that tired it's hard to think of anything but hitting the pillow. Finally one of the guys in charge, or who thought he was in charge actually came to the basement, more happily known as the file room. He looked at me funny.
"What?" I demanded.
"You just look familiar is all." He looked at my "ask me why my name is" button. "So what's your name cutie?"
"Sasha, and that's sexual harassment."
He shrugged. "Would you really report me, when I come baring the news that you get to go on your lunch hour?"
"Don't you mean thirty five minutes?"
"How'd you know that. My old workplace must have done similar research."
He nodded. "Sometime maybe I could join you for your thirty five minutes."
I shrugged. "Maybe one day." I winked at him and left the building.
I didn't think that it was truly heinous of me to lead him on. Most people don't know when they're going to die, so it wasn't as if he'd be figuring it out anytime soon! When I got out of the building I was surprised to see Colt there. I was a little surprised that Anika wasn't there too but, I wasn't complaining. I would much rather spend my last moments on earth with him then her. I had nothing wrong with her, it was just that Colt was my best friend, and somehow there was still so much I wanted to tell him.
I guess that in all this time I never did get over the teenage mentality that I had all the time in the world. I wanted this whole afterlife thing to be over, but on the other hand I never thought that my afterlife would ever end. Maybe everyone believed that they would never die, and that's why it's so shocking and upsetting to us. We know, logically that everyone is going to die, but a part of us thinks that they will always be there, and that that person, or them-self will be the acceptation to the rules of life, and are upset when they learn they are not.
Who really thinks ahead in life and doesn't see the people they love still there with them at the end of it all? I looked at the post-it, and Colt put his arms around my shoulder, and we walked to a coffee shop right near where whoever was replacing me was to die, or rather become a reaper. It would finally be my turn to move on while they were stuck as a reaper. I was so excited, but scared at the same time.
"So the time has finally come," Colt said, as if reading my mind.
"Yeah," I replied half heartedly.
"How do you feel?"
"Strange, happy but strange. As if there is more here that I should have done. I don't know it's strange. I guess I just think that all the anticipation to it can't live up to the real thing. You know like when you're a kid and you're finally big enough to on this one ride at the fair, and you go on it, and it wasn't half as good as you thought?"
He nodded. "I know what you mean, it's like R rated movies, once you finally can go see them you don't really want to anymore. They just don't seem as good."
"I suppose we just want what we don't have."
He nodded. And we sat there in silence sipping coffee. I could hardly believe it before we had met up there was so much I wanted to say, and now my mind was completely blank! I couldn't think of anything to tell him that hadn't bee said before. I looked at my watch, wondering how much longer the agonizing silence would have to continue. I had almost forgotten to keep an eye out for risk factors outside.
I wondered if my replacement would have a stranger death then yours true. Colt followed me outside, I had almost forgotten that someone had to be there to meet the soul, as I couldn't do it.
"I don't know how you managed seeing everyone you started working with move on while you were left behind."
I shrugged. "You don't really have a choice in the matter, that's just the way it was. But I knew when my turn would be next at least!" I tried to say positively.
"I guess so, but it must have been so hard."
"I may have lost a lot of friends along the way but I always had at least one."
I hugged him, and we simply held each other for a few minutes. Anyone passing by us would have thought we were lovers, anything but just friends, and I didn't care what they thought. A girl and a guy can be just friends, if that's what they both needed. I loved Colt in a way that I had loved no one else, it wasn't because he was family or because we were romantically involved. I loved him because we were friends. I had never loved anyone like that in life, and I was glad to have had a second chance to experience it.
I wanted Colt to go with me, it would have been so much better if Colt was able to go with me. Everything is always easier when you had a friend along, but I knew that that would not be the case. Even if he had wanted to he couldn't. He was much too professional, and would never leave a soul alone.
"I'm going to miss you, Colt," I whispered, before ending the hug.
I had finally learned that there are things in this world that are worth feeling, and that just because you lose someone doesn't mean that your life is over, and you can never experience anything again. I appreciate the time that I had with Colt, he is the person that knows me the best, but I know that everything must come to an end.
After I pulled away I knew which soul was the one who was going to be replacing me. She was Barbie-doll type girl, I hoped that she at least was smart. She tripped over something, and as she fell I took her soul. I couldn't tell you what actually killed her, I was already within my own lightshow.
I finally got see my own lightshow, and it was not exactly what I had been expecting. Standing before me in the most beautiful place I had ever seen was everyone who had ever meant anything to me, and I knew what the first thing I wanted to do to each of them was.
When I saw my mother all I wanted to do was to hug her, and to tell her that I loved her. I had never told her that in life, despite the fact that she never did stop loving me, and showing me that she loved me. I had been too stupid to realize that her loving me was a good thing, something to be proud of. As well as something I missed more then I ever thought possible when I didn't hear it anymore.
When I saw my father I wanted to thank him for being my father, but at the same time I wanted to kick him in the junk for being such a fucking man! My mother was far from perfect but he shouldn't have cheated on her before they were divorced. If he had wanted to cheat he should have gotten divorced first. Even Mason hadn't cheated on me while we were going out, and we weren't even married!
When I saw Betty I simply began to smile, there she was just as I remembered her, with this grin on her face. I still wore after all that time the ring she had given me when she piggy-backed. I was very glad to find out that she had gotten to her destination and doing it a different way hadn't changed her at all.
I was surprised that I didn't see Roxy, but thought that she just wasn't around. I guess we really didn't get along that well, but I didn't really care, because my surrogate sister was there, and I knew that she was going to be telling about all of her misadventures since she moved on.
When I saw Mason I simply wanted to kiss him right there in front of everyone, then drag him to a dark room and fuck him senseless. Then we might talk about how much we missed each other and all that other crap that comes along with being head of heels in love with someone.
I looked back for a moment, and could see Colt talking to the girl, but knew that he couldn't see me, or my lightshow, he had his own thing to do. But he did look sad over losing me, and that made me feel better. I knew that I couldn't go back, no matter how much I may have wanted to. As all this was happening I heard a song in the background, it was a beautiful song, and although the lyrics were a little hard to hear, I thought that it somehow made sense as something to hear when you were talking your steps into the light, which may be the end.
Floating picture of the sea, floating free
Love can save you love can turn you away from me
Gone, my anger inside
Gone, my sadness inside
Dancing far away in to do
Ballet of the moto life, yeah it is
Gone are the midnight waltz
To the center of you
As the days slip through our fingers
Into the aching sands of the desert
We ride tonight into the festival of shadows
Forrest fires, electrical smoke
Through music, panic
Through the desolation of the innocence
We on earth, we humans
We on earth, the violent beating, the crying
We on earth, I am the sun, fire and water
I am smoke, the tragic, the tragic ballet
I know the sun will die, yeah I do
I know the sun will die, yeah I do
But I want to be there...
to see the night painted with fire
I finally looked at Reggie, would we pick things up as George or Millie? I then took a few steps toward them, glad to have them all back in my life. Somehow I knew that death wouldn't be all that different from life, other then you would never have to worry about anyone leaving you again, and horrible things that fate would do. Life was the challenge, and then once it was all over this was the easy part. I couldn't wait to start it. I walked into the light, knowing it was disappearing behind me.
End
Author's notes: Hope it was worth the wait! On with Colt's part. Hugz and kissez trista aka the dustytiger.