Hi all! I got in it before the month! Thank goodness. Just a note or so and then off to the chapter. Did you all hear that our wonderful show will be cancelled?? No third season! Hopefully another network will pick it up. I'm praying. So this chapter and further ones will be dedicated to the possible death of this wonderful show. Big chap 10! Thanks for all those who have kept this fic going! I appreciate it so much.
Disclaimer- Don't own it, but if no networks want to pick it up, I'll take it.
Enjoy. R&R.
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The two Reapers were still bickering when Scarlet returned to the site. George and Mason were squared off; George with her hands on her hips, Mason gesturing loudly, although most of his argument was masked by foreign curses, drunken slurs and of course, his British accent. Neither of them acknowledged Scarlet's return.
"Mason! We could have both in deep shit because of you!" George tried keeping the volume of her voice down, but her anger was taking the wheel over her tone.
"Well, Georgie girl," Mason replied. "I hate to break it to ya, but it wasn't entirely my bloody fault." George had begun to get red in the face. Mason, however, seemed as cool as a cucumber. George figured it was whatever drug he currently was on.
"You know what?" George had grown tired of fighting with him. She knew who was right. "You could have at least told me where your reap was this morning."
But before Mason could answer, Scarlet butted in. The teenager had been watching the argument, amused at the fight, but people had begun to start staring at them. "Uh, George?" George whipped around as the younger girl spoke. George had completely forgotten she was there. "You didn't entirely tell Mason where your reap was either."
George's face fell, just as Mason's expression looked like he had just found out a liquor store had left its doors unlocked after hours.
"Well," Mason said, beaming at the fact that logic had finally won out in his favor. "I like this girl, Georgie, I really do." George just scoffed as Mason grabbed Scarlet in a one-armed hug.
"Fine. Whatever." George finally stated, seeing she was defeated. "I'm going to go finish these reaps properly." She then spun on her heel to face the spot where the souls of the two men who had died had been. "Where are they?" She said in a small squeaky voice. Rube did not need another reason to call her a fuck-up.
Scarlet pointed up to the sky, and George followed her finger, just as a few remaining bright blue baubles of light disappeared to the heavens. "There." The teenager replied. George growled in retort and began to stalk off in the direction of the waiting Mustang. Scarlet gave Mason a shrug and a small wave, and before turning to catch her ride, received an impish wink in return.
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Scarlet had barely caught George pulling out of the parking lot. She had to sprint around numerous cars before catching up to the older girl. The stop sign and crowded street prevented George from peeling off into traffic, leaving the young Reaper behind. Scarlet stood next to the passenger door, banging on the rolled up window. The gesture of ignorance from George was spoiled however, because the top to the convertible was still down.
"George, unlock the damn door." Scarlet pulled at the handle while looking at traffic. A break in the cars left a space that would soon arrive to let George pull into the line of vehicles. George saw the space too, and contemplated letting Scarlet find her own way back to the house. "George, stop acting like a pouting kid. Unlock it damnit!"
"She completely showed me up." George thought, as the space to let her in grew closer. "I should just let her find her own ride. But then of course, Rube would be pissed as ever. But she deserved it. Damn my conscience. Rube would probably send Gravelings to haunt my ass."
The door unlocked with a click, and just barely before Scarlet pulled her right foot in and closed the door, George sped into the open space in traffic. The brunette was breathing a bit heavier than usual; she wasn't used to sprinting like that. She glared at George through the pieces of hair that had fallen in front of her face.
"What's your problem?" Scarlet asked the placid George. "Tell me you seriously weren't thinking of leaving me alone back there."
"Actually, hate to break it to you, but I was." George never took her eyes off of the road. "I came so fucking close, you have no idea. As for my problem, I don't think I have one. I think it's you who have a problem."
"Me?! I have the fucking problem?" Scarlet nearly yelled in disbelief. "I've been going with the flow of this little transfer the entire time. You're the one who has been a complete witch to me. Like I'm going to replace one of your precious friends."
George's gaze snapped to meet Scarlet's. She couldn't believe how ignorant this little brat was being. Thinking she knew how George thought and felt. "Why do you think you have the nerve to show me up like you did back there?"
"I was doing my job, George. Just like you could have been doing. I just got there first. You keep forgetting, I died before you. I may be younger, but I've been doing this for a couple years longer than you have. I didn't need 'observation hours'." George's jaw dropped a little. She had forgotten that Scarlet had died before her. She made eye-contact with the road again. "Do you have the post-it?" George looked at Scarlet questioningly.
"What? Don't think you can turn this argument around."
"This argument finished. Do you have the post-it still or not?" George dug around in her pocket and pulled out the crumpled piece of yellow paper.
"This?"
"No, the other post-it. Yeah, that one. Can I have it?" George nodded and held it out to Scarlet. The girl took it and flipped it over, while pulling a pen out of her messenger bag that was sitting on the floor next to her feet. She wrote a small note on the back and put both pen and post-it into her bag.
"What did you do?" George asked the teenager. Scarlet was getting weirder by the second.
"Put the date of death on it. It's a habit of mine."
Something in George's mind suddenly cleared as she remembered the subject she was going to talk to Scarlet about before the reap. She turned to the younger girl, but Scarlet's gaze was out the window, concentrating on the buildings that flashed by, while her fingers played with unrecognizable symbol on the necklace that hung around her neck.
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