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Darling Dexter ([info]i_fakeit) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2008-08-04 19:59:00

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Entry tags:dexter morgan, georgia lass

What? (George)
One second he was talking to George and trying to comfort her about his own death, and the next he's in his own apartment, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, as alive as he'd ever remembered being.

He could actually feel his own heart beating hard enough that it might have broken out of his chest at any moment.

Through the strangeness of it all, he couldn't help but feel concern for how George might be taking this. She had been worried that he was going to move on, and his sudden disappearance must have looked like just that.

Dexter fumbled on his bedside table without looking at it, finding his phone and dialing George.

He listened to it ring.



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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-05 12:02 am UTC (link)
George sat in the middle of her room, her eyes exhausted and red. Her initial response when she heard the phone ring was to stare at it until it stopped. They were all gone. Not moved on. Just gone.

The phone continued to ring. George reached out for the phone which fell from the receiver, not quite making it to the ground where it dangled from a chord instead. The reaper stared at it for a good five seconds before reaching for it. It hadn't crossed her mind who might call her.

"What?"

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-06 10:42 pm UTC (link)
"That's a lovely way to answer your phone." Dexter joked. He really didn't expect anything else from George. She wasn't what he would have classified as a particularly social kind of person. She was a sweetheart once you broke through her shell, but it wasn't easy.

"Are you doing alright?"

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-07 02:03 am UTC (link)
"JESUS FUCK. I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONE. MOTHER FUCKER."

George paused. Just not for very long.

"You're not trapped in my phone line or something weird like are you? Fuck! You could have warned me. You just disappeared on me. I mean, don't fucking do that ever! At least say something!"

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-08 02:58 pm UTC (link)
Dexter held his phone away from his ear while she yelled. He even waited a couple of beats to make sure she wasn't still doing it, and got back in time to hear her talking again.

"No, not trapped in your phone line. At my apartment. And quite alive from what I can feel. I do remember being dead though."

He felt his chest for his heartbeat to confirm.

"Yep. Alive."

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-08 03:40 pm UTC (link)
George paused. On one hand it was real tempted to go back to a stream of yelling and curse worse about how fucked the whole situation was.

Instead: "Are you okay?"

The reaper sounded genuinely concerned. She was close to leaving the apartment and just heading over to his place. Just to make sure this wasn't some sort of sick joke. Or maybe just to get a hug.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-08 03:46 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah." Dexter nodded, and realized she couldn't see that. "I'm fine. Whole. No scars. Not even a bruise. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I was talking to you, and the next thing I know, I wake up in my own bed."

He laughed a little. "So what am I supposed to do now that I've come back from the dead?"

She was the expert, seemed best to ask her instead of anybody else.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-08 03:51 pm UTC (link)
"Wait."

George was pretty sure that if he was a reaper, he would have materialized right there. But she couldn't be sure, could she?

"I'm coming over." Click.

When George opened the door to her apartment and stepped out, she was in the hallway to his. When she looked back the door to her own place wasn't there.

"That was weird..." she mumbled before knocking on his door.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-08 03:54 pm UTC (link)
Dexter opened his door with a very confused face. He looked at George.

"What, were you just standing there already?"

She'd gotten there a little too quickly.

But he stepped aside and let her into the apartment, not quite sure why she'd wanted to come over. Maybe she'd just wanted to make sure he was alive.

"Something to drink?"

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-08 03:59 pm UTC (link)
"No. The City's just fucking with me."

George peered at her friend before stepping in. He looked alive, but so did she. He looked like himself, but to reapers he would look like himself. She needed a video camera to test that part out, really.

If they had drugs she could test his metabolism. But she didn't think he had any and she knew nothing about his alcohol tolerance. That really only left one option.

"Sure."

George went straight for the kitchen and helped herself to the fridge, snatching the first beer she found. She was going to need more than this and wondered where he hid the good stuff.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-08 04:06 pm UTC (link)
Dexter watched George. She was acting a little strangely.

"Are you alright?" He followed after a moment and wondered if she should be drinking that, but decided that she'd earned the right to drink as much as she wanted, considering what she'd been through. Besides, she didn't just stop getting older even though she was dead, right? Just stopped physically aging.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-08 04:11 pm UTC (link)
If she hadn't died, George would totally be legally allowed to drink. And as far as she knew, there wasn't really an age restriction on allowing undead people to drink.

"I'm just kind of freaked out."

George started to chug.

"Hold this for me, okay?"

The reaper handed him the beer bottle and two seconds later grabbed one of his kitchen knives and cut him. Not a big cut. Just a ... regular sized one.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-08 04:15 pm UTC (link)
There was a beer in his hand, and then there was a knife against his skin.

Instinct tried to kick in, Dex's muscles tensed to whip her around into a headlock. In his day to day life, it was only people he was trying to kill that did things like pull knives on him.

He stopped himself, and stared at his arm where the cut was.

"What the hell, George?"

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-08 04:20 pm UTC (link)
George visibly flinched out of reflex when he tensed. But then he stopped himself George set the slightly bloody knife down.

"I just had to make sure!"

She picked up some paper towels and wiped away the blood from the cut. He was still bleeding. She dabbed at the blood again. He was still bleeding.

It was then that she looked relieved. It would have been nice to have Dexter around with her as a reaper for the next couple of decades, but it wasn't really a fate she could wish on a friend.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-08 04:31 pm UTC (link)
"Make sure of what?!" Dexter watched as she did what he thought at first was trying to clean him up, but realized she was just watching him bleed.

He took his arm away from her and went into the bathroom where he cleaned up the cut and wrapped it in some gauze. She had picked a really awkward spot to try to put bandaids, and he didn't have any big enough. He was just glad it wasn't very deep.

A little grumpy, he returned to the kitchen.

"You should probably explain yourself now."

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-08 04:35 pm UTC (link)
"I had to make sure you weren't like me!"

George's petulance faded and left a frowning girl in its place. The expression was nearly identical to the picture in her obituary. George had always hated pictures.

"You were dead and then all of a sudden not! That shit doesn't happen. I'm glad you're alive but ... I didn't want you to be stuck here either."

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-08 04:39 pm UTC (link)
It took him a moment to process what she meant by like her. When he finally got it, his annoyance washed away.

"I can't say why it happened. But it did. And I'm pretty sure that I'm not like you. Especially now." Dexter glanced down at his arm.

He got himself a beer out of the fridge. Because now he really needed it.

"You just want to be the only reaper." He joked. It might have been too early for jokes. He had no idea.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-08 04:43 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, right."

George picked up her beer and finished it off like a proud alcoholic. She then put the knife in the sink and rinsed off the remains of the blood like a polite guest.

"You don't have anything harder, do you? Vodka? Tequila?"

She could tell by looking at his fridge he did not have enough beer.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-10 04:36 pm UTC (link)
"There's some vodka in the freezer." It had appeared when Deb had, and hadn't gone away even though it seemed like she'd been ripped right back out of the city. Which was good for her, considering the way that she was taking it.

He watched her a little confused. It hadn't occurred to him that she would react so strongly to him dying. He hadn't really thought that there would be anybody on the planet - or any planet anywhere for that matter - who would even care that he was dead. He could, in fact, count over a dozen people who would have celebrated his death.

Lucky for him, none of them were here. Unless he counted Aeon. She might like to see him dead now.

Dexter was in no hurry to finish off his beer, and leaned against the counter.

"Can you even get drunk?"

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-10 05:40 pm UTC (link)
Flatly: "Yes."

Mason had blown that question right out of the water almost instantly. He'd also been kind enough to demonstrate what happens when a reaper very obviously overdoses.

George pulled the bottle of Popov and decided against the extra effort of getting a glass. She took a large swig, flinched, and omitted from Dexter that she could even experience alcohol poisoning. Sometimes the not dying part really was a curse.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-11 06:40 pm UTC (link)
"Okay. I was just wondering." This was an entirely new situation for Dexter. He wasn't sure at all how to comfort a girl who had panicked about you becoming a reaper.

Her anger and needing to drink was Deb territory, so he felt he could deal with that pretty well. He'd just do what he did for his sister. Keep supplying the alcohol until she either threw up and didn't want to drink anymore, or just passed out contentedly drunk.

"Would you like to have a seat? Or are you happy standing in the kitchen." He had no doubts that he could carry her. He'd already done it. But he really didn't want to see her fall and hurt herself, even if she could heal it.

"And would you like to talk?" It seemed like a good thing to ask.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-12 01:55 am UTC (link)
"About what? How it sucks to be alone? How it blows that any friends I do make are going to grow old and die? How my job is fucking unfair?"

She felt a little relieved to spill that much, and with that off her chest she took a couple more gulps straight from the bottle. The alcohol hadn't hit her yet, but it was probably because it would happen all at once. She walked into the living room and plopped onto the couch, bottle in hand.

"I don't want to talk about it. Death sucks."

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-12 06:41 pm UTC (link)
He thought that in a normal situation would be to tell George that she wasn't alone. But it would only work if George was a normal girl, not a dead one.

There weren't any pre-fabricated responses that were acceptable for this situation. He couldn't even vaguely manipulate one of the things stuck in his head to fit.

"Death sucks." He repeated and sat down beside her. "Your job sucks. And you have a serial killer as your best friend. It's certainly not the usual life."

Dexter tried to smile and finished off his beer. He was pretty sure that he'd never be able to out drink her, considering her metabolism, and the fact that she wouldn't die from whatever would likely kill him very quickly. But he decided to join her in her vodka anyway. He took the bottle, took a swig, and handed it back.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-13 03:37 am UTC (link)
George thought about what he said and after getting the bottle back, took another swig.

"The serial killer part isn't so bad."

She handed the bottle back for sharing.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-13 05:21 pm UTC (link)
Dexter raised his eyebrows and considered that. He had a drink of the vodka and considered it more.

"Is it only not so bad because I can't kill you?" He smiled a little bit at that. He wouldn't have killed George anyway because she'd not done anything to deserve it. He hoped she knew that.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-14 03:01 pm UTC (link)
"No. I don't know. I guess I just feel safe around you."

George: master of emotional intelligence.

When George got the bottle back she took another drink, and decided that yes, she was drunk or headed there quickly because she stopped tasting the bitter alcohol.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-14 04:07 pm UTC (link)
Dexter found it a little strange that George felt safe around him. That'd never really happened in his life. Except maybe with Deb. But Deb didn't know what he was. So it was a little different.

George knew what he did, and she'd even seen him do it, and still she felt safe with him.

He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so he took the vodka from her instead and took a very large swallow, trying to block out the confusion.

It'd been a very long time since Dexter'd had this much alcohol. It was hitting him already. He was such a lightweight. She was totally going to make fun of him for this when they were sober again.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-14 04:41 pm UTC (link)
George took another large swallow once she had the bottle of vodka back. She sighed and leaned in against Dexter. Her head on his shoulder. If she didn't notice he was drunk it was because it was hitting her already. She was a small person, her tolerance wasn't going to be great.

"It wouldn't have been so bad if you were a reaper..." she admitted.

She took another large gulp of vodka.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-15 03:23 pm UTC (link)
"It would have been strange if I'd been a reaper." Dexter admitted. He couldn't really think of what he would have done. There was a large fundamental difference between what he did and what she did. She took the souls of those who were about to die. He took the lives of people who deserved it.

Would he have still done that as a reaper?

Would he be somehow prevented in doing that.

"Maybe some day the magical reaper fairy will come and make me into one." He shrugged.

The words that had come out of his mouth didn't make much sense to him. Dexter looked at the vodka as he took it back and noticed they'd had quite a bit between them.

He was going to be more inebriated than he'd intended on being.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-15 04:09 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah. Then we could talk about post-its together."

George took another swallow and sat up briefly to set the bottle on the coffee table. Determining the bottle was steady, she resumed leaning against Dexter.

"I love you."

Just because she was drunk, didn't mean it wasn't sincere.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-18 12:20 pm UTC (link)
Those words didn't make a whole lot of sense to Dexter on a good, sober day. He intellectually understood their meaning and what it implied when somebody told them to you, but emotionally, perhaps even fundamentally, it wasn't something that he'd ever actually experienced himself. And that's one of those things you really just can't fake.

His only real way of reacting to the idea was to smile. "You love me in the 'hey you're my best friend' kind of way? Or something more?"

Dexter didn't feel like reminding her of how he was. He didn't think he really needed to. But he didn't want to ruin this moment.

Instinct told him that the best way of reacting to that would have been to say it back to her. That he shouldn't have asked her those questions first. He hoped that saying it now would mean something. "Love you too."

Ah, how alcohol screwed up his thinking.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-08-18 12:26 pm UTC (link)
"You're my best friend."

It was nice hearing him say it back. Her initial reaction was to smile happily and make herself comfortable on his couch. He was probably the only best friend she'd ever had in life or death, and it was nice.

Then she paused.

"Why? Did you mean something more?"

It was awkward and if she hadn't consumed large amounts of alcohol she would have had the sense to not even ask.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-08-18 12:34 pm UTC (link)
"Hm? No. No, I mean. You're my best friend too. That's all. I was teasing before. You know, stuff." Maybe this is why he didn't drink. Maybe it was all psychosomatic that he didn't like the taste of alcohol. Maybe it was some deep down self knowledge that he'd possessed since the start of his life that alcohol made him into an idiot.

He had to admit though, that it was nice to have a friend. And a best friend at that. He'd never had one growing up. He'd been such a strange and awkward kid, even when doing his best at his role. He'd never really been close enough to somebody to tell them everything - which was his understanding of what a best friend was.

Now he had George.

George who knew all and felt safe with him. Loved him.

It was new. But not bad.

On a whim, he kissed George on the top of her head.

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