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Darling Dexter ([info]i_fakeit) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2008-02-10 23:48:00

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Entry tags:cursed treasures, dexter morgan, georgia lass, zz:status complete

Not fun (George)
The only place that Dexter could think to look for George was Der Wafflehouse. But he didn't go inside to wait for her. She'd either go in or come out sooner or later. He didn't want anybody in there to see him like he was and he didn't think they'd appreciate the topic of conversation, either.

Everything Willow had said to him resonated in his mind.

He wasn't sure how he was going to ask this of his friend. It wasn't something that he would have even thought asking her except that he knew she'd be okay. It wouldn't kill her, since she was already dead.

The book was heavy in his hand, despite the fact that it wasn't very big. It certainly didn't weight a hundred pounds in reality, though his arm claimed differently.

Dexter sat down on the curb outside the eatery and sighed, determined to not move until she arrived.



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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-11 02:33 pm UTC (link)
George needed oatmeal. She needed a familiar and safe place to just sit a while. After The City blacked out, George realized she couldn't recount the last couple of days. That maybe the City had been slow to decide whether it would let her exist or not.

Oatmeal and raisins seemed like a good cure for the heebee jeebees.

"What the fuck? You know you look like a homeless person sitting outside like that."

George didn't get a very good look at the new and improved Dex. She nudged his leg with her foot. To the outsider it might have looked like a very apathetic kick. The reaper was all about the apathy.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 02:14 am UTC (link)
A part of him lashed out secretly at her. That part of him that was consumed by the knife. The rest of him just looked up at her slowly. That was the part of him that knew what he had to ask her for and knew that she wasn't going to like it very much. That part of him that knew she was his friend.

Dexter nodded softly and looked at the ground for a minute.

"I didn't think they'd appreciate me inside very much."

He tried to smile but the effort was wasted.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 02:21 am UTC (link)
"Huh? Why?"

George sat down next to Dexter. She stared at him squarely. She didn't react to his new appearance and after a few moments it became apparent that she was incapable of seeing it. He looked as he always had. Through Death's eyes he was still just Dexter Morgan, blood splatter analysis and part-time serial killer.

"You didn't do something stupid, did you?"

She thought of the time Mason had tried to steal one of the Waitress's tips. That had been uncomfortable.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 02:24 am UTC (link)
Dexter frowned. She was looking, but she didn't see. It forced a sigh out of him. This would all be easier if she could just see.

"I got into ... some trouble. Apparently you can't see the physical changes. But it's not pretty. Not at all. I know how to fix it though."

There was not even a little shred of hope in the last few words he spoke.

"Oh man, are you ever going to hate it."

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 02:29 am UTC (link)
"Okay..."

George's face went flat. If it were Mason this would be a plea for money. With Dexter she had no idea. He probably made a pretty good living working for the police.

She poked his forehead to try and explore any physical change.

"You're not a reaper, are you? Because I'm pretty sure that can't be fixed."

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 02:32 am UTC (link)
"No." He shook his head and ducked away from her touch. The last thing he needed was to get violent with her. At least, violent in a non-consensual way. He could just imagine how she would feel about him if he just flew off and started stabbing her. Sure, he'd be fixed, but she'd be more angry than she was likely to be.

"It started when I wandered into this shop. And bought a knife. The girl there told me that if it was used, it would send the souls directly on, or something. Would stop the gravelings from happening." His hands talked with him. As if this was just any casual conversation. "So, I thought it was the perfect fix."

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 02:44 am UTC (link)
George stared. She wasn't sure she understood exactly but that was unimportant. Rube had always given her lectures but that rarely did any good. She decided to abstain from one herself.

"So there's a fix?"

George set her elbows on her knees and her chin in the palms of her hands. Maybe she should have made a bigger deal out of this but she'd fucked up more than a couple times on her job. She'd save the graveling discussion for afterward.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 02:49 am UTC (link)
"Yeah."

There wasn't really an easy way to bring it up or say what he had to say. So he opted for straight up and just saying it.

"I have to stab a servant of death with the knife. Then everything will go back to the way it was."

Dexter cringed, waiting.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 02:53 am UTC (link)
It took George a few moments to understand what he had just said. She bolted upright immediately.

"You have to fucking stab me?" she shouted. It was probably too loud for comfort, but then George was a bit of a short fuse, to the point where the reaction might have initially been mistaken for refusal.

"You are so going to owe me. I don't know how, but you will. I haven't thought of anything yet but it's going to be fucking good..."

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 02:56 am UTC (link)
Dexter looked around quickly and made sure that nobody had heard that.

"I know." He agreed. "I know, I know I know. I'll owe you. I'll owe you huge. Whatever you want. You name it, it's yours. It's a ridiculous thing to have to ask for. But here I am, asking. Because you're the only one I know."

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 03:02 am UTC (link)
"I heal quickly anyway," she shrugged. "I accidentally cut my finger off once. So that part isn't really a big deal, I guess."

She looked at him like she half expected it to be over by now.

"Just do it, I'll wear your coat and we can go get some oatmeal. You're buying. For the next year."

That seemed like good compensation for letting him stab him. If she played her cards right, it would be a lot of oatmeal. And possibly pancakes if she were feeling fancy.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 03:06 am UTC (link)
Nothing inside of Dexter objected as he took the knife out from where he'd hidden it. He guessed that if he were any kind of real human being something would be ringing a bell inside of him telling him that it wasn't okay to stab the girl that was his best friend. That he should have some kind of objectionable feeling toward this.

But she was consenting.

With an internal shrug, Dexter plunged the knife into the only place he could think of that it would really matter any - her heart.

It might have been overkill. Then again, it might have been what the book meant. It was instinct really.

Transfixed and fascinated, Dexter looked at George, waiting to see what would happen.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 03:14 am UTC (link)
George opened her mouth, but no sound came out. A knife to the heart could do that to a person. A small amount of blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

It hurt like a mother fucker. But George took comfort in the fact that the pain would stop soon. It was better to get this over with soon before anyone saw this.

Her hands shook as she pulled the dagger off.

"....so much ... bloo..."

George lost consciousness. The bleeding didn't stop.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 03:19 am UTC (link)
Dexter had thought that by 'healing fast' she meant fast. Like she should have stopped bleeding.

"Oh crap." He was up, not paying attention to anything but the fact that she'd passed out on him. "George!"

He smacked her face lightly and shook her a bit. She was already dead, this couldn't be happening.

"George!" In a panic, he looked up toward the diner to make sure nobody was coming outside. This would look seriously bad.

"Hey, come on dead girl, get up. Healing quick, remember? Time to do that. George. Stop fucking around. It's really not funny."

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 03:27 am UTC (link)
George stood up and looked down at her bloody blouse. She frowned and brushed herself off for a moment, her back facing Dexter.

"Dude, that was fucked up. I didn't even know I could bleed that much anymore. Usually when..."

George looked back. It took George a moment to recognize the body of the girl Dexter was kneeling over. Besides pictures and surveillance tape, George never really saw the body that people mistook her for. It was weird seeing it up close and in person.

"Aw shit."

George looked around. No one had seen yet. "Okay, Dex. I think it's time you get out of here..."

Obviously he couldn't see or hear her in her incorporeal form. That didn't stop her from shouting at him from the top of her lungs.

"OKAY DEX. TIME TO GO NOW. FUCKING RUN OR SOMETHING."

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 03:33 am UTC (link)
She was still bleeding. It was slowing down, but not for the right reason. Dexter put a finger on her pulse but remembered he didn't know if she'd had one previously or not. Feeling for one now was doing him no good.

Not good. None of it was good.

He knew he couldn't just leave this dead body here. For so very many reasons.

Dexter scooped her up quickly, made sure he grabbed the knife as well and turned away from the diner and the people inside.

He'd gone and killed his best friend. Sadly, the only thing he felt was a little bit stupid.

"Come on George. Time to come back now. You're dead. You can't be dead again. It doesn't work like that, remember?"

He walked quickly but did his best to make it look like maybe she was just too drunk. He didn't really want to draw attention to himself or the bloody corpse in his arms.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 03:40 am UTC (link)
"Nope, still dead."

Being incorporeal might have bothered her if she hadn't been through this once before. She stuck her ghost hands into her ghost pockets and walked along Dexter carrying her former body.

"I wonder if this means I'm done."

George looked around but there were no bright lights. Nothing to seduce her into going to the other side, or wherever it was people went when they died.

Regardless, George didn't seem too upset that her best friend had just accidentally killed her.

'Seriously, get rid of the body, Dex." It was useless, but that didn't mean she couldn't try. Maybe he had letter magnets on his fridge at home. George wondered what his place looked like, and couldn't help but picture the house from Texas Chain-saw Masacare.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 03:47 am UTC (link)
He couldn't take the body home with him. That just wouldn't look right no matter who he tried to explain it to. He had a feeling that even George would think it weird if she woke up in his apartment.

Dexter sighed and took the body into the first alleyway that he happened across, found a nice dumpster and pushed it away from the wall a little bit.

"I'm really sorry." He told the body. "Really. This is really going to suck when you wake up. And I'm saying wake, because if I really did just kill you for real, I suck a lot and I'm going to owe you more than oatmeal for a year."

With newspaper and a dirty rag he found nearby, Dexter wiped down every place he'd touched her, brushed away any area he thought a stray hair might have fallen. He didn't push the dumpster back over her, because if it rained it could only help him. She'd either wake up and it wouldn't matter, or she'd start decaying taking any sign of her with him.

His freaking best friend.

Dexter shook his head and stood up. His shirt was coated with blood. Quickly, he took it off and turned it inside out so the stains were a little less obvious.

"Sorry." He said to her again. He needed to get home and shower, get all traces off of himself. Burn these clothes. He really liked this shirt, too.

There really was something wrong with him. He was more worried about the shirt than the body.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 03:56 am UTC (link)
"It's just a body..."

If there was something wrong with him, it went equal for her. Her best friend just dumped her body behind a dumpster. She followed him. George didn't have very much to do and being incorporeal was boring.

Having nothing better to do, she continued talking. It no longer mattered if he could hear or not.

"No lights. Hello? I'm cool with moving on now?"

She walked a ways with Dexter and realized the lights weren't coming.

"Well... Fuck."

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 04:02 am UTC (link)
The trip back to his apartment was quick. He walked fast and kept his head down. Stuck to darker parts of the street so that his shirt wouldn't be a glaring beacon for curious people, but made sure that he didn't go out of his way to avoid light and look suspicious.

Home was as home always was. Clean, neat. Orderly. Perfect. He went to the kitchen first and got out a paper bag and a plastic one. Paper went inside plastic, and he began to strip. Shirt first. Everything down to his shoes. A quick examination and he was sure he hadn't gotten any blood on his boxers, so he kept them on for now.

An open bottle of rubbing alcohol was the last thing he put in. The fire would spread quicker with that in there, and the hot plastic would burn through everything else so there would really be nothing left. He put it on the kitchen counter.

There wasn't even a moment spared for thought while he showered and got George's blood off of him. It wasn't until he got out that he stopped to think about what life was going to be like now that there was nobody out there he could talk to. Sure, he'd lived like that before, but he wasn't sure he could go back to it.

George had brought something special to existence. Dexter chewed his lip as he returned to the kitchen and stared at the bag sitting on the counter.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 04:15 am UTC (link)
George shouted, "HEY."

She'd followed him all the way home. Which was normal for someone who was OCD. She'd even watched him strip. She should have felt guilty except he had killed her and left her body behind a dumpster. George continued to justify her peeping tom actions to herself all the way to his shower.

It was then she got the bright idea to write something in the steam on his mirror: Hi Dex. But he had walked right past her work. She'd even turned the dot of the eye into a smiley face, just to show there were no hard feelings.

The message slowly disappeared and George followed Dexter into the kitchen.

She decided she would try to find a pen. Being incorporeal made it hard to grab onto one of the drawers. It would probably make grabbing pens difficult too, but George wasn't really thinking that far in advance.

"Jesus fuck!" she shouted. Frustrated, she accidentally knocked over a vase, a good ten feet away from where Dexter stood.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 04:22 am UTC (link)
Dexter's eyes immediately went to the fallen vase. He did a quick check to assure that there wasn't anybody else in the apartment, trying to hide, making bad mistakes. Nobody was there, of course. No trace of another person anywhere. But there was the vase, on the floor, broken. And he certainly hadn't been the one to break it.

It occurred to him that it was a little too much of a coincidence that there should be a falling vase when George was dead.

Did he believe in ghosts?

Time to find out.

"George?"

He didn't see her, but that really didn't mean anything, did it? He went through the apartment again quickly and stopped in front of the fading message written in the steam on his mirror.

A smile tugged at his lips and he returned to the kitchen.

"Alright. You can write in things, it looks like. Let's try something."

Despite the desire to not make a mess, Dexter grabbed the flour and spread it across the counter. He was aware that it could have just been him, going insane, or finally feeling something along the lines of guilt, leading his mind to see things that weren't there. It had been smudged by dripping condensation, so maybe there wasn't a half of a distorted smiley face over a hi Dex on the mirror.

He'd just have to wait and see.

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 04:30 am UTC (link)
George wasn't sure how it would have looked to Dexter. An invisible looking force pushing flour around and forming letters.

It's George.

And then, just because she could, she flicked some of the flour on him. He had just killed her corporeal body. So he kinda deserved it.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 04:33 am UTC (link)
He instinctively jumped back from the flour that flew in his direction.

"Well, at least we've got communication." Dexter brought a stool over and sat down in front of the flour on the counter. Stared at it.

It's George

It didn't really say anything at all, and yet, it said so much.

"I don't understand what happened. I thought you were already dead. How did you die again? I ask knowing you probably have no better idea than I do."

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 04:44 am UTC (link)
George blew the flour clean and started to write another message. The first was short because the entire process took time to do. It took a surprising amount of will to form each individual letter.

*Undead* - now ghosty. Stupid knife.

Ghosty was shorter than incorporeal. George sighed and feeling tired, she sat down on one of his chairs. She looked up at him and tried not to picture him naked again.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 04:48 am UTC (link)
Dexter nodded.

"Do you think you're stuck like this forever?"

It suddenly hit him that she'd been there the whole time. She'd followed him home. She had to have. She'd never been to his apartment before.

There had been a note on his bathroom mirror. In fog.

Dexter grinned.

"You looked at me naked."

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 04:54 am UTC (link)
George took a deep nonexistent breath and began to write again after clearing the flour slate.

Dunno.

George hoped she wasn't stuck like this. Last time it'd taken a couple of days and she wasn't even sure if Rube was partially responsible or if there was some kind of reaper trick she hadn't been taught yet.

And then she smirked.

Nice ass BTW.

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-18 05:00 am UTC (link)
Dexter actually blushed.

He felt it creep up his neck and go into his face. It was odd, and he wasn't sure he liked it.

"Well, you know. All the dead weight helps keep the, you know what? Nevermind."

He stood up.

"You're welcome to stay here. If you have a choice or anything like that. It's not like you'll see anything new." He smiled. "I have to take this knife back, so we could ask that girl if she knows anything to help."

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[info]i_avoidlife
2008-02-18 05:07 am UTC (link)
"Thanks."

George was too exhausted to write anything in the flour back. She hoped the whole invisible thing cleared up after a few days. At least before had Rube and the other reapers to talk to. She had Dexter but that took a lot of effort.

Maybe she would get better over time, but George didn't want to have to work at this method of communication. Swearing took way too much effort this way.

"I'll just... wait here...."

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[info]i_fakeit
2008-02-21 02:47 am UTC (link)
He waited a moment to see if she was going to say anything, and when she didn't, figured that she wasn't going to anytime soon.

"I'll be back. Unless you're coming too. Then you'll... be there."

Dexter got dressed, grabbed the bag of soiled clothes, and headed out the door. Wondering the whole time where the hell George was.

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