A/N: Me: -Sitting at lunch with my friend- Wait. I just realized, Madame Red lost her child and husband... and the Crevan's consist of a child and father...
Alexia: So are you going to pair them together?
Me: O.o Damn it! I didn't intend it! And possibly not! Jack the Ripper has to happen, remember?
Anywho: A tad OOC but not really and it is explained that they are just tired. And Will makes an appearance to drop some logic on these two.
The funeral took place that following Sunday. It was a simple outdoor event, with only a few friends and family members of the deceased present. The only three who had no former relations with the family was a funeral director, his infant child, and the red-headed friend of the two. The three stood out oddly from the others, dawning both oddly colored hair and umbrellas to keep the hot sun away.
"I am sorry for your loss, sister." A woman remarked to the widow, standing a short distance away from the grave.
"I-It will be OK..." Angelina whispered, her voice cracking a tad as a fresh sob threatened to wreck her body.
Her sister put a comforting hand on her shoulder before she spotted the Odd Trio and crossed over to them, the black prim, with a torn lace covered seemed to catch her interest. As she approached, she found herself pearing into one of the holes in the lace to see the pale child inside.
"Oh, what an adorable baby." Rachel whispered as she studied the child closer.
"Thank you." The silver-haired reaper responded with a soft smile.
"Oh, you must be her father." The blonde said, turning to look up at him, really having no idea what to say.
He nodded and an odd and yet somehow comfortable silence filled the already stilled air. Finally, after a few more minutes, Rachel spoke yet again.
"You and your wife are very blessed to have such a wonderful child." She said randomly, her tone sounding unsure even.
"I am not married." He informed her, catching on to her true intentions but playing along anyway.
"Oh my..." She was quiet for a long while before nodding and returning to her sister's side.
He couldn't keep his attention on the two women for long however, for Shellobeth let out a loud yawn and a soft whimper. This could only mean that she had woken up from her nap and now wanted attention. Both of the reapers turned and to look down at her through the hole in the prim roof. She was squinting up at them in the hot sun and was curious to know what she had missed.
"That was a stupid thing to say you know." Grell commented as he took the liberty to pick up the child and cradle her close. "Now she'll try to play match maker with you two."
"What makes you say that?" Innocent amusement filled his tone as he spoke.
"Its simple. Angelina just lost a husband and a child. And look who has no wife, but a child." Grell mused as he gently pinched Shellobeth's foot and tugged at it, causing the child to giggle and coo happily.
An amused laugh left the older man as he took into consideration what the other had said. It was possible that that was the woman's intentions but even if they were, it was not going to happen. The laugh was copied by the baby seconds later, as if she had taken the same thought into consideration and found it equally silly.
"Even Shelly thinks thats a stupid idea." A kindhearted laugh came from both men and another one from the baby, followed by yet another comfortable silence.
It was broken this time, by the woman of the hour herself. Angelina.
"It really was a beautiful service... Thank you for this." She spoke as oddly as her sister, and both the silver and the red-head exchanged glanced before turning back to her.
"You're welcome." He was going to continue with his usual comments about funerals but was cut off by Angelina.
"I mean it though." Angelina began gently as her gaze shifted over to the baby, still in her friend's arms. "It truly lightened my mood... These passed few days have been filled with nothing but misery."
A scoff came from Grell as he shifted the baby from a cradle hold, to over his shoulder so he could rub her back.
"That seems to be a trait." He muttered dryly as the baby gurgled loudly next to his ear. "Any of these Crevan's can make the saddest of people smile... Or wet their pants, depending on the time of day."
He paused and suddenly held the baby out at a distance and made an annoyed face.
"Speaking of which." Grell muttered as Angelina laughed loudly, making it sound somewhat painful when she did it.
"The poor lamb." She said in between giggles as she slowly moved closer to the baby and quickly plucked her from the red-head's arms. "It isn't fun to be sitting in wet clothes now is it? And I suppose you are right, I always feel so happy around those two."
Shellobeth did something odd that neither reaper had seen her do before. She raised her arms up to either side of her face and made the oddest of sounds, between a grunt and a gurgle. Taking this as a sign that the baby was happy, Angelina giggled and hugged the child closer.
"We should probably take her home and change her." Angelina said as she looked up at the parent and friend and smiled.
"We?" Both Undertaker and Grell responded, one eye twitched from both heads.
"Well, I supposed just you two but if at any time you need a babysitter I would be happy to watch her." The sad woman who had been standing just feet away just an hour earlier was suddenly replaced by a woman who was very happy with life.
"No no, that is alright." Grell responded quickly. "We have more than enough babysitters."
"Very well. But perhaps, we could meet again, the three of us." She smiled softly and nodded as she turned on her heels and slowly walked back towards her sister with quick steps, looking over her shoulder once to send a quick wave to the three as she walked.
As the three reapers walked back towards the morgue the baby, who had fallen asleep despite being wet, could be heard cooing softly in her prim as it gently rocked against the earth.
"You know, I don't trust that Angelina." Grell suddenly spoke, coughing dully into his fist.
"Why is that?" Undertaker's tone showed that he was in complete agreement with the other. "She is an odd human but still a pretty one at best."
"She seems a bit- Mental." Grell began slowly as he pondered over what to say next. "Two family members are down and instantly she begins search for their replacements."
"Doesn't make her crazy, more or less lonely and depressed, much like more humans are now a days." Undertaker replied as he peaked through one of the holes in the prim to make sure Shellobeth was safe.
"I suppose. But I still hope we do not see that red headed bitch again." Grell muttered, a hint of annoyance apparent in his voice.
It took a moment to process, but after a brief looking over of their previous conversations, it was apparent what was upsetting the other.
"You're afraid she might be your replacement?" Undertaker asked, a single bout of laughter escaping from his lips as he did.
"Well, its a relief I don't have to say that out loud." Grell began, spitting on the earth as if spitting the remains of those unsaid words out and grimacing at how lady like it was. "I like coming over to visit the baby, but if shes over there then there would be no need for me."
"There always will be." Well, heres a tone the man never used. Serious. "You're family. And you can never replace family."
"Since when did you get so sentimental?" Another voice suddenly piped up from behind them.
The two turned to find William standing behind them, his face holding no emotion what so ever now.
"You know. I haven't a single clue, hehe." Undertaker responded, looking surprised.
"I think it was after Shellobeth arrived that we all began to change." Grell stated matter-of-factually. "Shes draining all the fun out of us."
"What are you doing here anyway Will?" This question seemed to throw the raven-haired reaper off guard.
What was he doing here again? Sutcliff had already finished his work, including over time (which was odd), and Will had already finished his feild work over half an hour ago so he should have probably headed back to the Dispatch by now, and with these acting so normal lately, it wasn't like he had to keep them out of trouble. It finally hits him after about five minutes of standing there, staring, and looking like a complete idiot. The baby was in fact draining the fun out of everyone, and seemed to be storing much of it in herself and was getting herself into all types of trouble. Not just with candles, but other's paperwork, hair ribbons, coffins, her food, even a filing cabinet at one point.
"I came to visit the child." He replied bluntly, adjusting his glasses. "To make sure she keeps you two out of trouble."
All three of them stared at each other, before the oldest and youngest of the group burst out into a fit of laughter, and neither of them stopped until the other did. The other two decided to carry on the conversation without them.
"I can't wait until shes an adult and doesn't need us." Grell said, adding in a cute pout at the end.
"Aww, but she makes such a nice company." Undertaker cooed to the small child, finally recovering from his laughing spell. "And shes more fun than you two."
"Well Willy would be more fun if he just got that pole out of his arse and smiled every once in a while." Grell shot back in annoyance. "And I would be as fun as ever if I didn't have to worry about that little ankle biter constantly trying to get herself killed!"
"How am I dragged into all of this?" Will asked suddenly but was ignored.
"Shes a reaper now, shes naturally attracted to death." Her father informed the other as he quickly swiped her out of the prim and held her up for the two to see.
"She is not. You know, I should have just dropped her off at an adoption center when I first found her." Grell said with a roll of the eyes.
"You know, I have a coffin in your size if you keep talking like that." His laugh was more threatening than silly.
"You also have one in the babies size if she keeps acting the way she does." The red-head shot back before taking out a compact mirror and looking at himself in it. "Good God, shes draining the life from me."
"Well thats what happens between child and mother." Undertaker responded with a small laugh.
"I am not that child's mother!" Grell yelped, offended as he put the mirror away.
"Technically, you did give her life." It was Will who had said this, adjusting his glasses quickly.
"Doesn't make me her mother!" He shot back. "Besides, I hate children! Everything about them is simply dreadful!"
"And yet you spared this little one." Undertaker pointed out, all but shoving the baby at his face.
"How did we even get on this conversation? One second we are talking about some bitch who hit on you, and now we're talking about this child's adopted parentage." Grell all but yelled as he flailed his arms around above his head.
"You were hit on?" Will asked suddenly, in an attempt to change the subject and prevent the red-head from flying back off the handle.
"Yes. By a very odd thing, hehe." The other responded, pulling his child back to his chest and held her there.
"Who we are never going to see again ever and we are never going to talk about her again!" Grell suddenly cut in, folding his arms.
"But if the relationship did work out, then the baby would have a mother and you wouldn't have to worry about her." Will pointed out bluntly.
The red-head stood still for a moment, taking into consideration what had just been said before walking over to his friend with the baby in his arms and plucked the child up and began to stomp off in the direction of the morgue.
"Didn't the baby piss herself fifteen minutes ago?" He muttered under his breath as he walked, ignoring the other two who followed behind him.
Meanwhile, the baby yawned and rubbed her eye as she hugged the arm holding her tightly, knowing very well that she was in safe hands now.