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Giving the Gift of Death - Chapter 4 (BTVS/Dead Like Me) Prompt #88: Ring
Title: Getting Outta Here
Author: Lily Martin (on TTH)
TtH Prompt: #88 - Ring
Fandom: BTVS/Dead Like Me
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Spoilers: Dead Like Me movie and Season 7 BTVS
Summary: She was a woman scorned by death, thankfully she already knew what she could get with fury.
George scribbled out the last name, first and middle initials, location, and ETD for a reap that would be happening sometime early in the morning on the back of a used receipt as they pulled back into the edges of Seattle. She glared at Mason, holding the receipt, now assignment, in her hand. He'd fallen asleep on her shoulder and was definitely starting to drool. She'd been willing to take the early morning reap on her own, seeing as it didn't have a specific reaper assigned already, but drool was just not something she was going to accept quietly.
"Mason, wake up," she poked him, startling him out of whatever pleasant dream he'd been having.
"Why?" he yawned, dragging the single syllable out far longer than she could remember anyone doing in a very long time.
"You've got a reap," she answered, handing him the slip of paper.
"But that's not a post-it," he pointed out, between yawns, trying to get out of having to accept it.
"I'll write you an official post-it later if you want, but it's still your reap." If they didn't like random bits of paper, they'd be the ones having to learn how to deal with it; she still had to make a post-it run in the stock room at work.
"But this is near your place, why can't you do it?" Mason whined, looking to beg his way out of it, and uncertain of just how resolved George could be in her new position.
"I'm busy, I've got the new girl staying at my place," she refused. Then, to Roxie, she asked, "Could you drop us off at my place? Mason's not too far from me, he can walk."
"Yeah, sure," the older woman agreed, ready to be done with them and get back to work.
It wasn't too long before they had crossed the city boundaries, and even shorter for Roxie to speed them to the apartment George had been living in for the past couple of years, having moved out of the house she'd shared with Daisy when the dead starlet became rather unbearable to live with.
"Where are we meeting tomorrow?" Daisy asked, as the three occupants of the backseat pilled out.
"You know that diner three blocks from here?" George asked, thinking of the diner she'd once gone to with her father for Saturday morning breakfasts. She'd avoided it since the time she'd gone with him and the girl he had an affair with, but now that he'd left the city, it was safe, and they had a good breakfast all day long.
"Yeah, I don't like that place, it has a jukebox," Roxie responded.
"I'll see you there tomorrow morning," George smiled and turned away, putting her focus Anya, as Roxie drove off.
Anya was holding her engagement ring between her thumb and forefinger, as she had been doing since they'd started the drive back from California.
The people that had been there with her as the city collapsed and then waited while the mini-slayers went into the blue light they told her was the afterlife were an odd group. Maybe she could be entertained by them at some other point, but at the moment she was dead, or so they said, and they were keeping her away from Xander and the others, the people she'd come to think of as family. She couldn't like anyone that prevented her from being with her fiancé. There had to be someway to get around what they were saying was probably a future career as a reaper. She'd met them before, usually after she'd granted the wishes of upset women, they were ugly people, living with false faces chosen for them to hide them from the people they'd known in life. There was no way she was going to join them.
There was no way she was going to join them.
There had to be someway out of this. She was willing to use every and any connection she could try to get going. Too bad Sunnydale was a giant sinkhole, there wouldn't be any vengeance demons around there to give her a hand. They'd told her that they were going to Seattle, where they were stationed, she assumed, before shuffling her into the cramped backseat of their ugly car. There would be someone in Seattle, she'd call them when they got there, then maybe she'd request some vengeance for having to ride all that way in the back of the car with that smelly man, Mason.
She held tightly onto the ring, her connection to the people she wanted most to be with.
"I wish I could be with Xander!" She said loudly.
George rolled her eyes, thinking the woman was being melodramatic, at least until the air seemed to ripple and a very tall man with very large horns and not normal skins appeared.
"What the hell is…?" George started to ask.
"Demon," Mason input, interrupting her.
"Dehoffrin," Anya supplied, greeting him.
"Are you ready to come home, Anyanka?" he asked, almost glowing at the thought of getting his best vengeance demon back finally.
"No, I want to be with Xander and," she stalled, she seemed to not want to admit what she was about to say next, not that the others knew the complex relations between the slayer and her friends in the last couple years, "the others. They need me; they don't know how to make money on their own."
"You seem to forget, I own your soul. You got to be human, and then you died. It's time to come home, Anyanka," he told her, as the air started to ripple again.
"I can't do vengeance," she said, seeming to put her foot down on the topic, as she took his hand and followed him through whatever the odd rippling air was.
"Demon?" George asked, after they'd vanished.
"Demon," Mason nodded, making himself seem bigger presence again, after having worked very hard to disappear while the demon had been there.
"Great," she groaned.
"Breakfast after reap?" he asked, fishing for a free meal.
"Sure. Let's go," she agreed, starting in the direction of his early morning reap.
Author: Lily Martin (on TTH)
TtH Prompt: #88 - Ring
Fandom: BTVS/Dead Like Me
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Spoilers: Dead Like Me movie and Season 7 BTVS
Summary: She was a woman scorned by death, thankfully she already knew what she could get with fury.
George scribbled out the last name, first and middle initials, location, and ETD for a reap that would be happening sometime early in the morning on the back of a used receipt as they pulled back into the edges of Seattle. She glared at Mason, holding the receipt, now assignment, in her hand. He'd fallen asleep on her shoulder and was definitely starting to drool. She'd been willing to take the early morning reap on her own, seeing as it didn't have a specific reaper assigned already, but drool was just not something she was going to accept quietly.
"Mason, wake up," she poked him, startling him out of whatever pleasant dream he'd been having.
"Why?" he yawned, dragging the single syllable out far longer than she could remember anyone doing in a very long time.
"You've got a reap," she answered, handing him the slip of paper.
"But that's not a post-it," he pointed out, between yawns, trying to get out of having to accept it.
"I'll write you an official post-it later if you want, but it's still your reap." If they didn't like random bits of paper, they'd be the ones having to learn how to deal with it; she still had to make a post-it run in the stock room at work.
"But this is near your place, why can't you do it?" Mason whined, looking to beg his way out of it, and uncertain of just how resolved George could be in her new position.
"I'm busy, I've got the new girl staying at my place," she refused. Then, to Roxie, she asked, "Could you drop us off at my place? Mason's not too far from me, he can walk."
"Yeah, sure," the older woman agreed, ready to be done with them and get back to work.
It wasn't too long before they had crossed the city boundaries, and even shorter for Roxie to speed them to the apartment George had been living in for the past couple of years, having moved out of the house she'd shared with Daisy when the dead starlet became rather unbearable to live with.
"Where are we meeting tomorrow?" Daisy asked, as the three occupants of the backseat pilled out.
"You know that diner three blocks from here?" George asked, thinking of the diner she'd once gone to with her father for Saturday morning breakfasts. She'd avoided it since the time she'd gone with him and the girl he had an affair with, but now that he'd left the city, it was safe, and they had a good breakfast all day long.
"Yeah, I don't like that place, it has a jukebox," Roxie responded.
"I'll see you there tomorrow morning," George smiled and turned away, putting her focus Anya, as Roxie drove off.
Anya was holding her engagement ring between her thumb and forefinger, as she had been doing since they'd started the drive back from California.
The people that had been there with her as the city collapsed and then waited while the mini-slayers went into the blue light they told her was the afterlife were an odd group. Maybe she could be entertained by them at some other point, but at the moment she was dead, or so they said, and they were keeping her away from Xander and the others, the people she'd come to think of as family. She couldn't like anyone that prevented her from being with her fiancé. There had to be someway to get around what they were saying was probably a future career as a reaper. She'd met them before, usually after she'd granted the wishes of upset women, they were ugly people, living with false faces chosen for them to hide them from the people they'd known in life. There was no way she was going to join them.
There was no way she was going to join them.
There had to be someway out of this. She was willing to use every and any connection she could try to get going. Too bad Sunnydale was a giant sinkhole, there wouldn't be any vengeance demons around there to give her a hand. They'd told her that they were going to Seattle, where they were stationed, she assumed, before shuffling her into the cramped backseat of their ugly car. There would be someone in Seattle, she'd call them when they got there, then maybe she'd request some vengeance for having to ride all that way in the back of the car with that smelly man, Mason.
She held tightly onto the ring, her connection to the people she wanted most to be with.
"I wish I could be with Xander!" She said loudly.
George rolled her eyes, thinking the woman was being melodramatic, at least until the air seemed to ripple and a very tall man with very large horns and not normal skins appeared.
"What the hell is…?" George started to ask.
"Demon," Mason input, interrupting her.
"Dehoffrin," Anya supplied, greeting him.
"Are you ready to come home, Anyanka?" he asked, almost glowing at the thought of getting his best vengeance demon back finally.
"No, I want to be with Xander and," she stalled, she seemed to not want to admit what she was about to say next, not that the others knew the complex relations between the slayer and her friends in the last couple years, "the others. They need me; they don't know how to make money on their own."
"You seem to forget, I own your soul. You got to be human, and then you died. It's time to come home, Anyanka," he told her, as the air started to ripple again.
"I can't do vengeance," she said, seeming to put her foot down on the topic, as she took his hand and followed him through whatever the odd rippling air was.
"Demon?" George asked, after they'd vanished.
"Demon," Mason nodded, making himself seem bigger presence again, after having worked very hard to disappear while the demon had been there.
"Great," she groaned.
"Breakfast after reap?" he asked, fishing for a free meal.
"Sure. Let's go," she agreed, starting in the direction of his early morning reap.