"Oh Ronnie darling! I'm here!" Grell sings, running into the younger boy's office.
"Hey Miss Sutcliff! How are you this morning?" He asks her, while going over some last minute paperwork to turn in.
"I'm quite alright darling. How was that date last night?"
"She stood me up, had better plans I suppose." He says rather disappointed. Grell runs behind the desk, engulfing Ronald in a huge hug.
"Oh dear I'm so sorry, there's better women out there, I promise." She assures him, patting his blonde head.
"Thanks Grell. Hopefully when she comes along she'll be just like you." He says smiling up at her. Ronald held no romantic feelings for Grell, and neither did she for him. It was more of a mother-son relationship that they held.
"Oh please, you don't want her anything like me! She'd be too much for you to handle Ronnie!" She giggles.
"Hey! Don't you have work to do!"
"Oh goodness, you're sounding more and more like Will everyday! Before we know it you'll be cold and heartless just as he is!"
"What am I?" William says, peeking his head in the door, having heard the last part of the conversation. Ronald starts cracking up, while Grell tries taking back what she said.
"You see what I really meant was if he kept acting like that, he'd be just as an amazing of a supervisor as you are one day!" Now hanging off William, he rolls his eyes at the red head.
"Grell, I came here to tell you that there's someone waiting for you in your office, I'm sure you'll be happy to see them." Grell lets him go and jumps excitedly.
"Well then I must take my leave! Will darling, Ronnie dear!" She dashes out of the room and down the hall to her own. William shakes his head at her exit, and Ronald just grins at him.
"Whats with the face Knox?"
"When are you gonna drop the act with her, its so obvious. I think she's the only one with no clue." He tells him. William is caught off guard, and blushes just slightly. Adjusting his glasses, he speaks in a monotonic tone.
"Knox, just get your paperwork done." He exits the office, shutting the door behind him. God damn it Knox.
Getting to her office, Grell practically knocks down the door in her excitement to see who was waiting.
"Undy!" She runs over to the older reaper, practically jumping onto his lap. "It's been too long! Why haven't you come to visit me sooner?" She questions happily. It was wonderful for her to see him. If she remembers correctly, it'd been more than two months since she'd last seen him. If anyone she was the closest to him, he'd somehow knew who she really was before she'd realized it herself. She was glad that he'd over the years. Even though he'd retired as a reaper centuries ago, he would still come around to the office and visit her, Ronnie, Will, and some of his other acquaintances who still worked.
Out of all the reapers she's been good friends with, Undertaker is the only one who has drastically changed in the last century. Will stayed Will, Ronnie stayed Ronnie. And the deaths of Alan and Eric could count as a change, but she'd yet to meet them in their new lives so she wasn't really sure.
But Undertaker had shocked them all the day he told everyone he was turning in his gloomy cloak for a lab coat. He started wearing his old outfit he used to wear for reaping back in his day with the lab coat, and he would pull his obnoxiously long grey hair up onto a ponytail, and he cut his bangs shorter, and donned his glasses once again. She had to admit it was a much better look on him! Although reapers all had the same eyes, there was glint in his that made his even more to die for. After he became a doctor he did his best to still visit, but he was rather busy, and his visits became less frequent.
"Well dearie, I've missed you as well, but I've been quite busy with something very important. I've actually come to talk to you about it." He says, hugging her back tightly.
"Really?! What is it?" She hops up.
"I'll tell you, just take a seat dearie. You might want to for this." His tone gets slightly more serious, and Grell takes note and decides to calm herself and take a seat behind her large red tinted desk.
"What's going on Undy?" She folds her red polished hands under her chin and leans onto it. Undertaker shifts in is seat, sitting up tall.
"Well as you know, ever since the turn of the century, I've abandoned being a mortician, to become a human doctor. And I've been quite busy with my patients and studies. And every time we visit you ask about my job and I don't tell you much. Well, I've been able to wrap up this project, and I'm happy to report I feel its finally a success." Grell becomes even more curious than she was before.
"Cmon, just tell me already!" She says impatiently.
"Alright, alright. Well, I'm well aware of the fact that your body doesn't match us with who you are. And that you've had to deal with that for countless centuries. You even had to bear hearing about the first successful sex change surgery for humans. Now its obvious that reapers and humans have an almost identical body structure, but Its almost certain that the exact procedure for them wouldn't work the same way for us, because we react and heal differently. And well I've been studying the procedure for humans since it became a wide know and relatively successful surgery. I've performed many as well, and its wonderful to see the happy faces of my patients after their physical transition is complete. And its one of my favorite things to see. But I thought, Id like to see that same relief and happiness from one of my favorite people in the entire world. So, I've been figuring out how to fix up the surgery so that it would work for our kind. And I believe that I've finally gotten it, my dear." He grins over at her, his smile obnoxiously happy. Grell stares at him, her green eyes wide with shock. She stands slowly, he legs shaky.
"So you mean.." She trails off.
"Yes. I'll preform the surgery for you."
"This is real?" She questions in a daze.
"Although there are risks, but its very real." He explains.
"Risks?"
"Yes, such as it just completely not working, or possibly death."
"Death?"
"Well, I cant just use any type of tools, special death scythe type ones only will work. Now, that risk is only applicable if I by mistake cut into something that shouldn't get cut into. But I've preformed many surgeries like these, just not with these types of tools of guide lines. But its a very similar surgery."
"My goodness, I. You're serious?"
"I would never joke with you about something like this. But there is still the risk that it wont work. Im quite certain it will, but I haven't had any type of Guinea pig to test this on."
"Oh Undy I'm so happy!" She skips over to him and tackles him in a hug. He moves her so that shes sitting sideways on his lap, and he returns the hug.
"So, you'll do it then?" He asks, slightly muffled by her red hair.
"This is the chance of a lifetime, absolutely!"