DISCLAIMER IS ON FIRST PAGE.

A/N: if you haven't seen Forget Me Not yet, hate to tell ya, there's a bit of a spoiler thru that ep. Also, this is going to be Alternate Universe (grr argh!) for that reason. I hate doing Alternate Universe, but the idea I got, I can't go along with the natural order of things according to the show thus far... stupid storylines. Sorry if I sound upset, but it pisses me off a little. I thought I had finally rid myself of this problem with the Jossverse, but it's coming back to haunt me in the DLM-verse.

Again, apologies all around, just needed to vent al little. Now on with the chapter!

Stopover

Meet Tommy

"Mason?!" the girl exclaimed as she approached us. What is it with everyone knowing everyone around here? Was there a fucking convention in town that I missed out on?

"Thomasina?" Mason asked. "Fucking Hell, has it been that long?"

"Twenty years at least! Gimme a hug, man!" she exclaimed, again, as she gave Mason a huge embrace and he twirled her around in the air. She must have no sense of smell. Most times I try not to let the dude sit near me at Der Waffle Haus. As he put her back down, she glanced over at me. Here we go, again.

"Oh, this is George," Mason drawled as he remembered that I was standing here.

"Ah yeah, toilet seat girl, right?" she asked with a strangely familiar smirk.

"I really wish people would quit calling me that. Hello! It's been a fucking year!"

"Hey, sorry Hun, the way you bite it gets stuck with you for a while. Give it a decade, people'll get over it. They finally quit asking Mase here if he had a hole in his head," she snickered. Huh. Maybe she's not too bad after all.

"Anywho, I'm Thomasina, Tommy for short. I guess your boss told you all about me."

"Not really," I retorted. "Maybe we should get your stuff so Mason can get his job done and we can go. I gotta get back to work."

As we walked to the baggage claim, all I heard was jabbering on and on about "back in the day." If I ever thought I would get tired of Daisy carrying on about her past, I guess I was sorely mistaken.

"He actually asked me if I was God, can you believe that?" she said to Mason as he brushed his hand down a well-dressed young businessman's arm.

"Really, I had an old naked guy with the largest-"

"Ahem!" I cleared my throat as loudly as I could, cutting him off. "I really don't think we need to talk about Mr. Matzo-Ball soup. I recently got my full appetite back from that one."

"Sorry, Georgie," he replied as sweetly as he could.

"Don't call me that," I snapped. It happened again. That weird smirk crept across Tommy's face again. I know I've seen it before, but I just can't place it for some odd reason. Maybe I'm just going crazy.

After Mason escorted the soul of Daniel Trundle to his lights, we amazingly ended up back at the diner. I figured, since I have an extended lunch hour today, and we got the airport out of the way fairly quickly, I could have a nice lunch. Why am I never fucking right?

"So, where you headed to this time?" Mason asked.

"Australia. Don't ask me why, I just go where I'm needed. I did have to make a stop in Indiana first, though."

"Really, what for?" I asked, curiously.

"Seems I got a stalker," she began. "I gotta tip from a friend that someone was trying to dig up some info on me, records and shit. They made off with a bunch of my stuff."

"What kind of stuff," I asked, "not that it's any of my business," I added quickly.

"Birth certificate, identification files, loads of stuff on my mom. You know, loads of information from when I was alive. Psycho even got a hold of my never-to-be-seen marriage license."

"You never told me you were married," Mason said.

"Never made it that far. I died two days before the wedding," she replied. "So, George, Mason tells me you recently had your first VIP," she added conspiratorially.

"Oh, it wasn't a big deal," I said monotone.

"God, it's such a rush isn't it?" she asked. "I remember my first VIP reap. Nancy."

"Who's Nancy?" I asked, confused as all hell. Mason, however, his jaw dropped and his eyes grew the size of the fucking table.

"You... reaped Nancy?!" he gasped. "I hate you now."

"Who the fuck is Nancy?" I asked again, a bit more impatient this time. They both looked at me, dumbfounded. Tommy looked to Mason for what seemed to be an explanation.

"She's kidding right?" she asked him. Mason just shook his head.

"Nancy. NAN-CY. As in Sid and Nancy?" he said. I just stared at him as if he had grown a third ear.

"They were notorious!" she exclaimed. "Anyway, everyone thinks that he killed her, nope!"

"He didn't?" Mason asked, apparently sober and extremely interested.

"He was holding the knife, they were having an argument, wrestling around, you know how those two were," nope, really fucking don't, "and they fell over and he was pointing the knife out and 'squish'. They were both so loaded that she didn't even realize what was going on. Complete... accident."

Kiffany then came up with our food, which I happily declined. My appetite was ruined once again. As she took my plate back, Daisy sauntered through the door and headed towards our table.

"Oh my god," Tommy let out, "Daisy Adair," she said with complete contempt in her voice.

"Thomasina," Daisy replied curtly. Both Mason and I looked at them as if we had missed something.

"Just to let you know, your replacement finally showed up. It took forever to clean up the mess you left in New York."

"Let's not speak of it, shall we?" Daisy interjected.

"What, the trail of gravelings you left too embarrassing for you to speak of?" Tommy asked in an exasperated tone. Wow, this girl was good. I was starting to like her more and more.

"Trail of gravelings?" I asked. I then caught Mason's eye. Something told me to shut up right then and there. "Oh, never mind. Listen, I gotta get back to work."

"What's your hurry, George?" a voice asked. Rube. Great, now maybe I could get my real post-it.

"I did as I was told; I would like my post-it so I can get back to my suck ass job, please?" I stated.

"Holy Shit!" Tommy said. "Well if it isn't Rube, the resident Rebel of Reaping himself. God, have I heard about you."

Daisy, Mason, and I all kind of looked at each other. Did our ears deceive us? Rube? A rebel?

"Tommy, darling, let me introduce you again," Mason said for all of us. "This is Rube, our leader. The most boring man on the face of the fucking planet."

She stared at Rube for a moment. And again with the smirking!

"Huh," she chuckled. "So I guess you never told them about the bank incident. Wow, I thought everyone knew about that."

"Georgia," Rube began calmly, through gritted teeth. "Why don't you show Tommy where she'll be staying. I'm sure she's had a long trip and would like to get settled."

"What about my post-it?" I asked. He opened his book and handed a post-it to me and one to Daisy.

"And mine?" Tommy asked him snidely. He removed a third post-it slowly from his day-book.

"I think you should show a bit more respect, next time, young lady," he said in his usual Rube tone.

"Listen, Pops, I only answer to two names, Tommy and Bitch. If you can't handle that, then I'm very sorry. Now can I have my fucking post-it," she said, and then added in a sicky-sweet tone, "please."

He handed her the post-it and she stood up in the booth, stepped over Mason, hopped down and sauntered towards the door, only looking back to see if I was behind her.