Title: Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again
Summary: Sequel to Goodbye, set two years after. Mandy is in love with the Grim Reaper, but will she ever see him again?
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies.
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Mandy was on her feet in less than two seconds. For a few moments, she felt like she was dreaming, and it took a few moments for her to remember she hadn't had a dream for two years. It was real. She wasn't sure what to do.
The two stood in silence for a few minutes, Mandy trying to build up her hateful disposition, and both of them not making a sound.
"Long time, no see." Grim said finally, breaking the silence. Mandy nodded her agreement, glad to see him, but not smiling. She had missed that voice. She had missed him, and not only as a lackey. Though she had missed him greatly as a lackey, he had been replaced. She forced her gaze back up at him, breaking her train of thought.
"I didn't expect to see you so soon, Grim. How have things been?" She asked, her voice laced with the venom of malice, just like old times.
"Good. I enjoy seeing the heads roll, you know. And you?" He replied. There was a long moment of silence, in which Mandy averted her gaze once more, glaring at the ground. Why was she being so weak? She, again, forced her gaze back to him.
"Strangly, Grim, not as well." She said. It was then, her plan came to her. She had adopted a buisness-like tone with these last few words, and the plan was this: Convince Grim to become her lackey again, and make things the way they were.
"Really? How so?" He asked, using the same arrogance he had the day the two had first met. Mandy recognized it immediatly.
"Simply to the point of having to take up new lackeys every week. Billy is still here, of course, but it seems people have much stronger wills now." She said, her eyes narrowing to the door. Truth be told, she had managed to find another lackey as mindless as Billy. Her name was Jenny, and she had the mental capacity of a lawyer. What was so ammusing was she was the daughter of the local librarian...
"Intresting..." He said, nodding slowly.
"The bottom line is, Grim, we need you back and working for us. That is... If you'll take the job?" She picked up a pen from her dresser and began to study it, not meaning one bit to be so blunt. She looked back up at him, raising an eyebrow, surprised to see an ammused look plastered on his face.
"I hear more than you know." He told her. It hit her like cold water, exactly what he meant by that. He had heard.
"And I suppose that makes you think you have the upper hand?" She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm that grim didn't seem to notice.
"Of course." He said, inspecting the back of his hand.
She walked up to him, and pushed him up against the wall.
"Did it give Billy's friend the upper hand, years ago?" She asked, threateningly. Her eyes formed into the age-old glare she had used so many times.
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It was then Grim did something she never expected. He leaned down and kissed her, if anything, simply to get her to shut up. Somehow, he knew he had the upper hand. Nothing she said would make him doubt it either. He knew Mandy.
The next thing he knew, a hand shot up, slapping him across the face and sending his lower jaw across the room. He knew Mandy... The sixteen year old Mandy he had left. She was older now, and it hit him then that she was probably a lot meaner, too.
"There is no such thing as an upper hand. Not unless it's mine." She dropped him, and turned around, picking up his jaw. He nodded slowly, and took his jaw. Mady obviously had some issues to work out.
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A/N: Ok, next chapter catches up with Billy's sub-plot, so you find out what he's doing, and I continue this. Kudos to all my lovely reviewers, free Grim plushies to those who reviewed. I'm sorry if this was a bit OOC, but It's 3:00 AM, though it won't be when I upload this...
Summary: Sequel to Goodbye, set two years after. Mandy is in love with the Grim Reaper, but will she ever see him again?
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies.
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Mandy was on her feet in less than two seconds. For a few moments, she felt like she was dreaming, and it took a few moments for her to remember she hadn't had a dream for two years. It was real. She wasn't sure what to do.
The two stood in silence for a few minutes, Mandy trying to build up her hateful disposition, and both of them not making a sound.
"Long time, no see." Grim said finally, breaking the silence. Mandy nodded her agreement, glad to see him, but not smiling. She had missed that voice. She had missed him, and not only as a lackey. Though she had missed him greatly as a lackey, he had been replaced. She forced her gaze back up at him, breaking her train of thought.
"I didn't expect to see you so soon, Grim. How have things been?" She asked, her voice laced with the venom of malice, just like old times.
"Good. I enjoy seeing the heads roll, you know. And you?" He replied. There was a long moment of silence, in which Mandy averted her gaze once more, glaring at the ground. Why was she being so weak? She, again, forced her gaze back to him.
"Strangly, Grim, not as well." She said. It was then, her plan came to her. She had adopted a buisness-like tone with these last few words, and the plan was this: Convince Grim to become her lackey again, and make things the way they were.
"Really? How so?" He asked, using the same arrogance he had the day the two had first met. Mandy recognized it immediatly.
"Simply to the point of having to take up new lackeys every week. Billy is still here, of course, but it seems people have much stronger wills now." She said, her eyes narrowing to the door. Truth be told, she had managed to find another lackey as mindless as Billy. Her name was Jenny, and she had the mental capacity of a lawyer. What was so ammusing was she was the daughter of the local librarian...
"Intresting..." He said, nodding slowly.
"The bottom line is, Grim, we need you back and working for us. That is... If you'll take the job?" She picked up a pen from her dresser and began to study it, not meaning one bit to be so blunt. She looked back up at him, raising an eyebrow, surprised to see an ammused look plastered on his face.
"I hear more than you know." He told her. It hit her like cold water, exactly what he meant by that. He had heard.
"And I suppose that makes you think you have the upper hand?" She said, her voice dripping with sarcasm that grim didn't seem to notice.
"Of course." He said, inspecting the back of his hand.
She walked up to him, and pushed him up against the wall.
"Did it give Billy's friend the upper hand, years ago?" She asked, threateningly. Her eyes formed into the age-old glare she had used so many times.
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It was then Grim did something she never expected. He leaned down and kissed her, if anything, simply to get her to shut up. Somehow, he knew he had the upper hand. Nothing she said would make him doubt it either. He knew Mandy.
The next thing he knew, a hand shot up, slapping him across the face and sending his lower jaw across the room. He knew Mandy... The sixteen year old Mandy he had left. She was older now, and it hit him then that she was probably a lot meaner, too.
"There is no such thing as an upper hand. Not unless it's mine." She dropped him, and turned around, picking up his jaw. He nodded slowly, and took his jaw. Mady obviously had some issues to work out.
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A/N: Ok, next chapter catches up with Billy's sub-plot, so you find out what he's doing, and I continue this. Kudos to all my lovely reviewers, free Grim plushies to those who reviewed. I'm sorry if this was a bit OOC, but It's 3:00 AM, though it won't be when I upload this...