TITLE: A Day in the Life of a Grim Reaper; Behind the Cloak and Sickle (Part 30of30)
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: Colt ties up some loose ends.
AUTHORS NOTES: all right this is really the end of the series, kind of an epilogue but is called part 30 for the fact that who the hell ends a series at part 29? Funny I never thought I'd have that many parts but here it is… hope you all have liked it. Now that it's over please tell me if you want a CD I will send them to you for two dollars your currency. Contact me at rockchicktristasympatico.ca kay luvs? On with the show!
It was so strange not having George in the house anymore. I felt like such a bum, because it really wasn't my house, and here I was living in it all by myself. Although I logically knew that George had gone on to wherever you go after you're done living. But part of me was still expecting her to come through the door and tell me a great story about the person whose soul she had just taken. How they died, or what they did when they found out that they were dead. I knew it was impossible, but part of me missed it.
Part of me also wanted to tell her how the new girl had died. She was a Barbie doll type who had fallen over her own feet falling on a gagged rock on the side walk, which went through one of the veins in her neck. Everyone was saying how unlikely it was to actually fall like that, but I didn't care about that. I just found it a little too cliché that a blonde had fallen over her own feet. She wasn't even wearing high-heeled shoes, she simply was walking and tripped over herself. When I saw the way she died, and the way she looked I thought I was going to have a lot of fun with the girl. She got up and cursed rather loudly, and I walked over to her. I told her that she was going to be starting her afterlife. She didn't believe me at first, but got it really quickly. After talking with her for half an hour while looking for Anika I discovered that she was one of the smartest people I had ever met. Unfortunately she was also the biggest klutz I had ever come across, which tended to start her very own blonde jokes. When she relaised that she was dead and how she died, she shook her head and said. "Just great, this is going to be the new number one blonde joke, embellished of course! Why is it that brunettes don't do these things!"
I smiled at her, and continued my search of the ever illusive Anika. I had hardly known Rube but knew that he was a much better team leader then Anika. She tended not even to try to help new people. She didn't care as long as the post-its were given out, and there weren't any mistakes. I understood feeling a little malaise because of what you did, but it was getting worse and worse. When I finally did find her she only spoke about two words to Tara. It must be a woman thing because I swear it was only because of the way she looked. The other girl who was a temp refused to even talk to her, but it was her last day, and she was replaced by a guy.
So I was the one who ended up having to show her the ropes. I told her that she could stay at the house, but she said she'd prefer to find her own place. She made a joke about not moving in with a guy she had only knows a few hours. I was kind of glad that she hadn't taken me up on the offer, because that would have meant having someone else in George's room and I wasn't ready for that. I found Drew, and he agreed to show her around, in hopes of finding a place to stay.
While they were off seeing the town I went to see Anika. I was mad at her for being so cold to the new girl, hoping to get an explanation, and even an apology. I got there and knocked on the door. She opened it, and was wearing a black bathrobe, with a towel in her hair. I had to admit I was a little surprised to see her like that. She was also holding a small tub of ice cream in her hand. I remembered that one of my female bandmates had done that when she was dumped, and was not the same for weeks after.
"What brings you here?" she asked.
"I was coming to talk to you about why you were so, well, mean earlier today, but I have an idea why," I replied.
"You don't have a clue, my dear little rock boy."
"Well then, would you like to share your feelings, or would you rather fill your mouth with your ice cream."
"I guess I could talk."
She let me in, and we sat on different couches in the living room.
"So you said you wanted to talk, so talk," I reminded her.
"Don't rush me!"
"Fine then, why don't I ask you questions?"
"Whatever!"
"First, why did you treat Tara like shit, if you had even attempted to get to know her you would have realized she's a pretty nice gal."
"You're a guy it's not the same. You see someone with nice tits and assume that she is nice."
"Actually I was talking to her, looking her face, not her chest thank you very much, and she is really a nice a person. So you should probably apologize to her."
"I guess I could do that, I mean it's not her fault that I'm so upset."
"There's the spirit!"
She tried to laugh. "Look, I don't know if I want to talk to you about this."
"Well, who else do you have that will listen, sometimes talking is the only thing that helps."
"Since when were you a head shrinker?"
I laughed. "I took a course when I was finished high school, it wasn't for me, but I did pick up a few things."
"And here I thought you had always been just Mr. Rockstar boy.""Nope, I took me a long time to decide that the life of a starving artist was for me."
She nodded. "Good to know."
"So what is it that's bugging you anyway?"
She shrugged. "I guess it's just George's moving on."
"It was about time that she did, don't you think."
"I didn't start much later then her, you know?"
"I know, then that means that your time should be up soon."
"I don't think so, we all saw how long Rube was a group leader for."
I nodded. "I understand."
"But it COULD have been me who got their last post-it, you know?"
"How so?"
"Because she was the other choice for group-leader, and I was stupid, and decided to be noble! I could have been with Brook-Lyn, and happy, but instead I wanted to see her happy sooner!"
I took her hand in mine. "Look, if you thought that was the right thing, then you're not the heartless person I was going to accuse you of being. But you that kind of thing doesn't go unrewarded."
"You sound like a man of God!"
I laughed. "Look, all I'm saying is that Rube all but admitted her fucked up bigtime and that's why he was stuck her so long. George, as we all know fucked up big time at first, and she had a pretty long sentence, but you didn't do anything really dumb, so I don't think that you're going to be a reaper for two hundred years. Who knows your replacement as team leader may someone who's already here, or one of the temps could end up being the new team leader for all we know. We don't know anything more then we are told, and we just have to hope for the best."
She nodded. "I guess you're right Colt, you're pretty smart for a starving artist."
I laughed. "I should be getting home, the place isn't going to clean itself now that George is gone." She nodded. "What are you going to do with that big place now that it's all yours?"
"I'm thinking about donating it to a charity, since we're not sure whose name it's under, and the person probably never existed. The charity can then do what they like with it. Make into a home for a family, or a group, or ever auction it to raise money. There are just too many memories there, that I can't deal with, and I want out that."
I had told Anika that a month before, and I was still trying to decide who to donate the place to that was really deserving of it. I saw her differently after that, she had never wanted to be a team leader, she just didn't want George to be the team leader. That's probably why she hardly spoke to her after that, unless when it was nessacary. It must have been really hard to keep that a secret all that time. I felt sorry for her at the same time, because I knew that she really missed Brook-Lyn, and that she had no way to be with her.
Tara all the while had found a really nice place to live in, and had taken to the being a reaper thing very quickly. She was a natural at it, and never broke the rules. I could hardly believe that she had fit in so well, and felt bad for thinking ill of her when I first saw her. It was true that appearances can be deceiving.
I would often find myself thinking of George when I was alone, it was just too strange to not have her around anymore. She had been so nice to me when I first became a reaper and had every reason to not even give a shit. I just hoped that in death, true death she had been reunited with all of the people she cared about. I went to my room and began to play a song that I had heard a few times before I became a reaper, but for some reason took on more meaning after.
Streets littered with houses, of people you've never met
Things you thought you'd remember, but knew that you'd always forget
Memories stripped from the past, the questions that never got asked
Like a broken down car in an old parking lot
Means nothing at all, but it's all that you've got
And the moment is slipping away, the answers you give all equate
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
All of you mistresses left, to save your relationship
To save from time when you slipped into knowing that nothing is going to kill you faster then life
In the end you're just moments away, from the chances you thought you might take
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
And the words you tried hard to say, get caught in the noose that you made
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
In the end you're just moments away, from the chances you thought you might take
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
In the end you're just moments away, from the chances you thought you might take
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
Your street is littered with houses, people that you've never met
Things you thought you'd remember, knew that you'd always forget
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
It didn't sound the same when I played it, but it was still one of my favourite songs, and it got me through a lot. It was amazing that even though it hadn't made me famous, music had changed me life for the better. I knew that one day I would see George again, and she'd probably be happier then I had ever seen her. Until then I would take everything one day at time, and go about my business, trying to keep on the fringe of life.
the end.
Author's notes: So, that's the end there isn't anymore. Hope you liked it, hoped I answered most of the questions, what wasn't answered was dilberate cause I don't see the series answering everything in the end. Perhaps I will write another series, perhaps I will hang up my hat. Who knows. Later dayz!
Hugz and kissez trista aka the dustytiger
SUMMARY: Colt ties up some loose ends.
AUTHORS NOTES: all right this is really the end of the series, kind of an epilogue but is called part 30 for the fact that who the hell ends a series at part 29? Funny I never thought I'd have that many parts but here it is… hope you all have liked it. Now that it's over please tell me if you want a CD I will send them to you for two dollars your currency. Contact me at rockchicktristasympatico.ca kay luvs? On with the show!
It was so strange not having George in the house anymore. I felt like such a bum, because it really wasn't my house, and here I was living in it all by myself. Although I logically knew that George had gone on to wherever you go after you're done living. But part of me was still expecting her to come through the door and tell me a great story about the person whose soul she had just taken. How they died, or what they did when they found out that they were dead. I knew it was impossible, but part of me missed it.
Part of me also wanted to tell her how the new girl had died. She was a Barbie doll type who had fallen over her own feet falling on a gagged rock on the side walk, which went through one of the veins in her neck. Everyone was saying how unlikely it was to actually fall like that, but I didn't care about that. I just found it a little too cliché that a blonde had fallen over her own feet. She wasn't even wearing high-heeled shoes, she simply was walking and tripped over herself. When I saw the way she died, and the way she looked I thought I was going to have a lot of fun with the girl. She got up and cursed rather loudly, and I walked over to her. I told her that she was going to be starting her afterlife. She didn't believe me at first, but got it really quickly. After talking with her for half an hour while looking for Anika I discovered that she was one of the smartest people I had ever met. Unfortunately she was also the biggest klutz I had ever come across, which tended to start her very own blonde jokes. When she relaised that she was dead and how she died, she shook her head and said. "Just great, this is going to be the new number one blonde joke, embellished of course! Why is it that brunettes don't do these things!"
I smiled at her, and continued my search of the ever illusive Anika. I had hardly known Rube but knew that he was a much better team leader then Anika. She tended not even to try to help new people. She didn't care as long as the post-its were given out, and there weren't any mistakes. I understood feeling a little malaise because of what you did, but it was getting worse and worse. When I finally did find her she only spoke about two words to Tara. It must be a woman thing because I swear it was only because of the way she looked. The other girl who was a temp refused to even talk to her, but it was her last day, and she was replaced by a guy.
So I was the one who ended up having to show her the ropes. I told her that she could stay at the house, but she said she'd prefer to find her own place. She made a joke about not moving in with a guy she had only knows a few hours. I was kind of glad that she hadn't taken me up on the offer, because that would have meant having someone else in George's room and I wasn't ready for that. I found Drew, and he agreed to show her around, in hopes of finding a place to stay.
While they were off seeing the town I went to see Anika. I was mad at her for being so cold to the new girl, hoping to get an explanation, and even an apology. I got there and knocked on the door. She opened it, and was wearing a black bathrobe, with a towel in her hair. I had to admit I was a little surprised to see her like that. She was also holding a small tub of ice cream in her hand. I remembered that one of my female bandmates had done that when she was dumped, and was not the same for weeks after.
"What brings you here?" she asked.
"I was coming to talk to you about why you were so, well, mean earlier today, but I have an idea why," I replied.
"You don't have a clue, my dear little rock boy."
"Well then, would you like to share your feelings, or would you rather fill your mouth with your ice cream."
"I guess I could talk."
She let me in, and we sat on different couches in the living room.
"So you said you wanted to talk, so talk," I reminded her.
"Don't rush me!"
"Fine then, why don't I ask you questions?"
"Whatever!"
"First, why did you treat Tara like shit, if you had even attempted to get to know her you would have realized she's a pretty nice gal."
"You're a guy it's not the same. You see someone with nice tits and assume that she is nice."
"Actually I was talking to her, looking her face, not her chest thank you very much, and she is really a nice a person. So you should probably apologize to her."
"I guess I could do that, I mean it's not her fault that I'm so upset."
"There's the spirit!"
She tried to laugh. "Look, I don't know if I want to talk to you about this."
"Well, who else do you have that will listen, sometimes talking is the only thing that helps."
"Since when were you a head shrinker?"
I laughed. "I took a course when I was finished high school, it wasn't for me, but I did pick up a few things."
"And here I thought you had always been just Mr. Rockstar boy.""Nope, I took me a long time to decide that the life of a starving artist was for me."
She nodded. "Good to know."
"So what is it that's bugging you anyway?"
She shrugged. "I guess it's just George's moving on."
"It was about time that she did, don't you think."
"I didn't start much later then her, you know?"
"I know, then that means that your time should be up soon."
"I don't think so, we all saw how long Rube was a group leader for."
I nodded. "I understand."
"But it COULD have been me who got their last post-it, you know?"
"How so?"
"Because she was the other choice for group-leader, and I was stupid, and decided to be noble! I could have been with Brook-Lyn, and happy, but instead I wanted to see her happy sooner!"
I took her hand in mine. "Look, if you thought that was the right thing, then you're not the heartless person I was going to accuse you of being. But you that kind of thing doesn't go unrewarded."
"You sound like a man of God!"
I laughed. "Look, all I'm saying is that Rube all but admitted her fucked up bigtime and that's why he was stuck her so long. George, as we all know fucked up big time at first, and she had a pretty long sentence, but you didn't do anything really dumb, so I don't think that you're going to be a reaper for two hundred years. Who knows your replacement as team leader may someone who's already here, or one of the temps could end up being the new team leader for all we know. We don't know anything more then we are told, and we just have to hope for the best."
She nodded. "I guess you're right Colt, you're pretty smart for a starving artist."
I laughed. "I should be getting home, the place isn't going to clean itself now that George is gone." She nodded. "What are you going to do with that big place now that it's all yours?"
"I'm thinking about donating it to a charity, since we're not sure whose name it's under, and the person probably never existed. The charity can then do what they like with it. Make into a home for a family, or a group, or ever auction it to raise money. There are just too many memories there, that I can't deal with, and I want out that."
I had told Anika that a month before, and I was still trying to decide who to donate the place to that was really deserving of it. I saw her differently after that, she had never wanted to be a team leader, she just didn't want George to be the team leader. That's probably why she hardly spoke to her after that, unless when it was nessacary. It must have been really hard to keep that a secret all that time. I felt sorry for her at the same time, because I knew that she really missed Brook-Lyn, and that she had no way to be with her.
Tara all the while had found a really nice place to live in, and had taken to the being a reaper thing very quickly. She was a natural at it, and never broke the rules. I could hardly believe that she had fit in so well, and felt bad for thinking ill of her when I first saw her. It was true that appearances can be deceiving.
I would often find myself thinking of George when I was alone, it was just too strange to not have her around anymore. She had been so nice to me when I first became a reaper and had every reason to not even give a shit. I just hoped that in death, true death she had been reunited with all of the people she cared about. I went to my room and began to play a song that I had heard a few times before I became a reaper, but for some reason took on more meaning after.
Streets littered with houses, of people you've never met
Things you thought you'd remember, but knew that you'd always forget
Memories stripped from the past, the questions that never got asked
Like a broken down car in an old parking lot
Means nothing at all, but it's all that you've got
And the moment is slipping away, the answers you give all equate
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
All of you mistresses left, to save your relationship
To save from time when you slipped into knowing that nothing is going to kill you faster then life
In the end you're just moments away, from the chances you thought you might take
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
And the words you tried hard to say, get caught in the noose that you made
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
In the end you're just moments away, from the chances you thought you might take
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
In the end you're just moments away, from the chances you thought you might take
It's like all that you do is just, holding, and looming and lost
Your street is littered with houses, people that you've never met
Things you thought you'd remember, knew that you'd always forget
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
All that you are is not, all you always forgot, hold onto what you got
It didn't sound the same when I played it, but it was still one of my favourite songs, and it got me through a lot. It was amazing that even though it hadn't made me famous, music had changed me life for the better. I knew that one day I would see George again, and she'd probably be happier then I had ever seen her. Until then I would take everything one day at time, and go about my business, trying to keep on the fringe of life.
the end.
Author's notes: So, that's the end there isn't anymore. Hope you liked it, hoped I answered most of the questions, what wasn't answered was dilberate cause I don't see the series answering everything in the end. Perhaps I will write another series, perhaps I will hang up my hat. Who knows. Later dayz!
Hugz and kissez trista aka the dustytiger