Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Like Me or any of the characters. This is a work of fan fiction. Any similarities to actual events or people not within the series are purely coincidental.

Okay, another chapter has finally arrived! It's a little longer then the last but with this comes the crap that will satisfy Roxy fans as well as George+Mason pairing freaks (I am proud to be one of the latter. ) Hope you like it! All right, read on. Oh, and if you do, please review. I take kindly to criticism as long as it's constructive.

They always say, "Evil never dies," but Roxy wasn't evil. I can't believe that after all the fucked up shit that had ever happened to Roxy and after all that fucked up shit she had ever done, she still managed to be so… well sweet. I know it's strange; Roxy and sweet in the same sentence, but if you really do think about it, Roxy had the power to squash any of us at any moment… and the fact that she hadn't… softened her.

"Rube…" I said trying to suppress the utter shock of losing the maternal figure of our team, "You can't… you can't just get rid of her."

"I've already talked to upper management," he said, "Don't get involved, Peanut, this is bigger than you."

I looked at Rube with astonishment and disgust, "Rube, how can you…? Goddamn, I thought you cared about her."

"I'm not discussing this with you, end of story," and he closed his day planner and sipped his coffee keeping an uncaring gaze low as if I wasn't even there.

I looked at Daisy who sat besides him. She gave me a look that said, Case closed, you heard the man, and shrugged. I couldn't believe how selfish she was. She doesn't care about anything if it's not happening to her. I turned my gaze to Mason. His head was down and he was subtly shaking his head no as it rested on his palm. Good, he was on my side, a little passive aggressive, but still on my side. I looked down by my thigh and say his slightly trembling hand sitting on the cushion. I grabbed it and squeezed it.

"Come on, Mason, we're leaving," I stood up, pulling him up too. He nodded in agreement and side-walked out of the booth with slow, frail movements. I'd never seen him like this.

I walked out of the booth, and together we left.

When the doors closed behind us, I noticed our fingers were entwined. I blushed hard and shook him off my hand, "We'll take my car."

"Where?" he said smiling hopelessly. It was the kind of smile that's followed by tears, but he swallowed hard and didn't dare to cry.

"I… I don't know. Nowhere feels permanent anymore."

"I know what you mean, Georgie, it's like everything you thought was always going to be there is capable of just slipping through your fingers."

I looked at his glistening eyes and felt mesmerized. He looked up and caught me stared at him. He smiled and to my surprise, we both blushed. I turned my attention to the key. I stuck it in the ignition and turned it. Driving out of the parking lot, I couldn't help but feel that what was making me sad wasn't just Roxy leaving, but… something about Mason was making me hurt, and he was the only one in the world I felt that I had.

Roxy sat at her dining room table with her hands folded before her. She rested her head on her hands and let one sob escape her lips.

The door opened in the front room and she heard the jingling of keys and sat up wiping the hot tears from her cheeks and eyes.

"Di?" came the familiar voice of Jacob, "Di, didn't you say you were going to be out today with Rube and them?"

She knew her voice would tremble so she dared not speak.

"Di?"

Even though her back was still to him, she knew that he was staring at her. She lowered her head just a bit and as being as calm as she could gather, she said, "Come sit with me, honey."

"What is it, Diana?" she heard him slide his compute bag off his shoulder and take off his wet shoes.

"Just come sit with me," she said softly.

He came over and sat adjacent to her.

"Did it start raining, again?"

"Yeah, yeah it did."

"I think I can start to hear it from in here…"

"Diana, what's going on? I know that something's wrong. I know you, girl, and you ain't like this."

"Jacob, nothings wrong–"

"Diana, just tell me, you can trust me–"

"My name's not Diana!"

"W-what?"

Roxy cupped her face in her hands and sobbed, "I'm not who you think I am, Jacob."

"W-what?" he asked again, taken aback, yet he held her anyway, "W-what is your name?"

"Roxanne. Roxanne Lenics," she lifted her head and gently pushed him away.

"Can I call you Roxy?"

"Yes, everyone does."

"So I'm the only one who didn't know?"

"No, it's not like that… I mean, Rube… Mason… Daisy… George. T-they know… because we have something in common," she breathed in hard, "Jacob, I'm dead."

"No, Di–uh, Roxy, I'm not mad at you–"

"No, I mean I'M DEAD!" and she ran off into the kitchen. Returning into the dining room, knife in hand Roxy stood there crying.

"What the fuck, Diana!" he stumbled backwards as he tried to stand up.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Jacob, I love you! Just, just watch, for Christ's sake just watch!" she was swallowed hard and tried to stop crying. Breathing in hard, she sliced open both of her wrists.

"OH MY GOD, DIANA! WHAT THE FUCK!"

"I'm not crazy, honey, please, just look. If this doesn't heal almost instantly, you can call the cops and the nuthouse, okay?"

Tears were running down his face too, now. The rain was hitting the windows and the roof hard. There Dia–Roxy stood bleeding like a madwoman screaming and crying. He had never seen her this hysterical. How could this be the calm, collected, tough-ass down-to-earth woman that he had loved? Maybe it was crazy, maybe it was suicide, but he believed her. And he would give her the chance to prove herself.

"Yes, Roxy, I'll watch. I love you, I love you, I'll watch…"

Roxy, fading from hysteria, picked a cloth napkin up from the table and wiped away the blood. The process had gone faster then she thought it would.

Jacob approached her slowly. His strides were long and confident and his towering body looked ready to protect her and she knew that she had made the right choice in telling him. He put his hand on her waist and pulled her closer to him when he had finally reached her. He lifted her napkin-clad wrist up so he could see it. Before unwrapping it he looked into her glassy eyes and smiled.

"Always know, that whoever you are, I love you," and with that he unwrapped her wrist. His eyes opened wide and he did a double-take. Not only had it stopped bleeding, but there before his eyes, the wound had healed, and with every second, the mark continued to fade.

"Roxy… oh my God… Roxy…?" more shocked and relieved then anything he took Roxy into any embrace.

"Roxy… w-what happened?"

"It healed, Jacob, because… I'm… I'm undead."

"I thought you said that you were dead?"

"Well, it's actually more like I'm Death."

"Like the Grim Reaper? But Roxy, so you've been lying about bein' Christian? You're the devil?"

"No, Jake, no. I am Christian, it's just… well, this wasn't a choice. It all started in the late eighties…"

"Maybe we should pull up the hood, Georgie," Mason said, his face turning red as the rain made my white button down transparent. I tried not to blush.

"Sounds like a good idea."
"Georgie," he smiled, "Are you blushing?"

"What the fuck, Mason?" I scowled mustering up as much disdain as I could. Why was it so hard for me to mean to Mason? I mean, not mean… just me…ish.

I looked over and he was staring at me and smiling wolfishly.

"Just put the hood up," I hissed.

"Whatever you say, George," he laughed a bit and unbuckled. Turning around he began to fiddle with the hood, "Georgie… I think it's stuck."

"What the fuck? Daisy's been fucking around with my car again!"

"Shit, if this keeps up, pretty soon I'll be able to see your tits," he laughed, "But honestly, I don't mind."

"Oh, shut up," I scoffed, "We'll just find some place to park until the rain dies down."

With that I turned onto a dirt road to the side of the street and began a search for a parking garage.

"George! Our post its!" Mason exclaimed.

I hit the brakes instantly, "Fuck, Mason, how could I forget?" I hit myself on the forehead.

"Careful there, Georgie, you'll kill us," he joked.

"Hardy har har," I rolled my eyes, "When we stop, we'll ask for directions."

Towering trees leaned over the road and sheltered us from the afternoon sun, and the pouring rain, if only just by a little bit.

"Look around, Mason," I said my eyes darting all over the road, "I gotta drive so you keep an eye out for somewhere sheltered for the car."

In the vicinity there was a tall smiling man by his mailbox… waving.

"Is he waving at us?" I squinted to see him better.

"Ummm… I don't know… but maybe he can help us."

Oh God! I actually finished Chapter Two! Well, I hope you liked it… Please review, I want to know what you think… please remember that English isn't my first language—it's German—so if you see any mistakes, please tell me because I probably hadn't noticed an error in my spelling and/or grammar. Please and thank you!

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