-1Title: Between Life and Death
Rating: R or M…depends on what system you want to go by.
Chapter: 3
Author: White Werewolf
Category: Xander/Georgia
Spoilers: Post "Chosen" in BTVS, post "Haunted" in DLM
Summery: During a mission from Giles, Xander has an unfortunate accident. But just how unfortunate is the question.
Disclaimer: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer is owned by Fox, UPN, Whedon, and ME. Dead Like Me used to be own by Showtime, now Sci-Fi airs it, so I really don't know who owns it anymore. Not me though. If I did, I'd put it back on the air in a heartbeat.
Author Notes:I know I promised a return of one of my older fics, but when I saw Dead Like Me on Sci-Fi I got intrigued. Bought the dvds, and was hooked. Now, I just want Sci-Fi to start airing new episodes if ratings are high enough.
With DLM, it's very used to having the main character speak in her point of view. So, if I want to focus on her as a main character, I thought this be a POV piece. Think A Hairy Situation, but with two characters, not one.

Dedication: Sorry for the delay, but my uncle recently passed away. So, this chapter and whole fic is dedicated in his memory. I love you, Uncle Ric. And may you rest in piece.

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How weird was that?

Nobody knows I'm here in Seattle.

Well, no one other than Buffy, Giles, Willow, Faith, and Dawn.

As soon as I slam the door shut, I turn around and slump against the door. Rubbing my hand down my face, I stare at the back wall. On my bed, is a half packed suitcase.

I glance at the clock, and I realize I still have 10 hours before I head back to the airport.

It was as I was making my way back to the bed when I saw something gray.

"What the?" I muttered as I saw that flash of color. Turning around, I search for the source, but nothing appears. "Ok, Harris, maybe you're just tired."

It was a long day after all, and flying to Seattle, meeting Ezekiel, and having jet lag all in the same day is definitely adds up to one tired Xander.

I shake my head as I make my way over to the window so that I can close the curtains when I spotted the gray 'thing' again. This time, it wasn't a spot, but a small demon. My eye widens as I took a step back. "Dammit!"

Reaching behind my back I grab a small axe. Grunting, I snarled, "Where did you come from?"

The small demon looked at me. He then disappeared.

"Alright, so we're dealing with a Houdini demon."

I grip the handle even tighter as I slowly and methodically circle the hotel room.

"Come out, come out, where ever you are."

I smirked.

"You got a date with destiny."

Destiny. Ha! Destiny is for people who give up too easily.

"I won't hurt you." I said honestly. "I'll only decapitate you."

"There you are!"

The demon roared at me and crawled on the floor. "Stay still, will you?" I place my other hand on the handle and raise the blade. As soon as I get the axe high in the air, I force it down toward the demon, but the demon disappeared again.

"Dammit."

I let out a sigh. 'Great another damage bill from another hotel. Giles is going to kill me.'

"Why do I feel like I'm in a Road Runner cartoon?"

Shaking my head, I loosen my grip. Moving the small axe to my right hand, I search the room once again. "Here demon, demon. I only want to talk."

Taking a step back, I lose my balance. I feel myself going backwards. Where to, I dunno. It all happened so quickly that is was over before I was even able let out a sound. In fact, the only sound that could be heard was the loud 'thud' on the back of my head.

'What the?'

I can't see anymore. Well, I can't see anything clear, its all blotchy and blurry, completely out of focus. Everything simply becamejust shades of colors. I try to make things clear but instead I feel myself becoming somewhat light-headed.

I hear something shuffle, and my eyes start to droop. I so want to try and open them, but I can't. I start to lose feeling all over my body as I feel something
begin to set itself free. I want to talk, but I don't even have any energy. I feel so drained it's hard to feel anything else. Suddenly, there's a strong feeling of peace that begins to emanate from within

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I couldn't help but shake my head from that simple meeting. What the fuck was wrong with me?

I mean, seriously.

Lying as a reaper was like second nature. It was one of the easiest ways to touch a person so their soul could be released.

What was that all about?

I sighed yet again as I waited for what was about to happen. I went to the wall of the hotel and leaned against it.

"Alright, so we're dealing with a Houdini demon."

My eyes immediately widened as I turned towards the door.

"What?" I asked in a shocked whisper.

I turned around and plastered my ear to the door, listening into what ever this Alexander was talking about.

Fuck!

Does this mean he can actually see gravelings?

Fuck.

How can he do that?

I mean, Ronnie was able to see them, but he was Schizophrenic. And as far as I can tell, this guy wasn't one of those types. Well, even though I just met him. He seemed fine.

I edged closer to the door.

"Here demon, demon. I only want to talk."

Demon!

What the fuck is this guy talking about?

Before it was possible to make another thought, there was a loud thud.
Boy, that sounded painful. I wonder if he got the graveling?

Can a graveling be killed? I did kill Ray, when he was a graveling? I mean, I thought that was because I'm a reaper, but I dunno, perhaps there was more to it.

I have to know what's happening in there.

My hand goes to the door knob, but then Rube, and all that lovely wisdom-like advice he loves to dispense decided to rear it's ugly head. 'Us reapers can't interfere with these matters.' Dammit. I hate it when he's right.

"What just happened?"

I turned around and spotted Alex. She sighed. "I hate having to tell you this, but you're dead."

"What?"

He shook his head.

"Last thing I remember was fighting that demon. Next thing I know, I'm out in the hotel's hallway." He looked at me, "With someone I've never met before."

I sighed.

"We did meet. I was the girl in front of your room a few minutes ago."

He looked at me strangely, "George?"

I nodded.

"But you don't look like her. The girl I remember was totally different."

"That's because you saw my undead self."

When he heard that term, he got a little agitated. He took a step back. "You're undead? You don't look undead."

I couldn't help but smile at the comment, just a little. "How do the undead usually look?"

He shrugged, "That depends. Are you a vampire, white lighter, or a?"

I immediately took a step back, "A what and a what?"

Alex shook his head. "Ok, this is getting weird. Obviously something supernatural happened. We have to think this through logically. First off, I'm actually dead?"

I nodded, "Yeah, you are. And at the moment, you're practically a ghost. Well, not practically, you are."

"George!"

My head immediately turned to the sound of the voice. I glanced at the large man standing at the other end of the hallway. My eyes widened.

Fuck.

"Who's that?" Alex asked.

I sighed.

"It's my boss. Rube."

"Why's he here?"

"Good question."

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TBC