Pairing: None really, but hints at Georgia/Charlotte
Rating: PG
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Spoilers: "Sunday Mornings", "Reaper Madness"
Summary: This is kind of a missing scene from "Sunday Mornings" it just all takes place in George's head.
Author's Notes: Ok, I was kinda medicated up when I wrote this and watched the episode, so if the details are wrong, just turn this into an alternate universe instead of missing scene, and let me be the first to say my bad! Also, even though it looks it, this story is not about the movie or the song by the same title! This is also unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine.
Comments are very welcome.
A rose. She had given me a rose. Ok, so she gave me a shirt too, but my focus was on the single solitaire rose. No one had ever given me flowers, and especially not roses. All right, so I got flowers at my funeral, but that was different.
It was different because thought went into this gift. Heartfelt thought at that. I had been angry with Charlotte earlier today, hurt by words she had no way of knowing could hurt me. And how could she have known? I mean it isn't like books of "How to Talk to Your Teacher's Undead Daughter" were given out or even in demand. Because I had been hurt I had given her the kiss of death promise to call her, but here she was, on my doorstep, with a gift.
Should I read into this? I don't know. I do know this person in front of me moves me in ways I never thought was possible for someone like me. When I was alive, I had taken great care to set this wall up around myself, to keep people out, and it worked like a charm. Death had proven to be no different, especially with Rube constantly breathing down my neck to not get involved with the living, to just observe them, not interact. But I can't help it, I stand here, looking into a beautiful face, full of worry, worry that I won't forgive her, and for the first time in my now undead life, my heart melts.
She's smiling, it's a nervous smile, and I can't help but forgive her. Rube is going to be mad because I think I'm falling for her. And that is just something that has never happened to me. I'm sure everyone thought I felt something for Ronnie, but I didn't. I could relate to him, his loneliness, his being an outcast to the entire world. Maybe on some level I did feel for him, but it was more pity than anything deeper. He was my first kiss, but it was just that to me, a kiss, it wasn't ground breaking, it didn't rock my world, it was just a kiss. I felt the same before the kiss as I did afterward, and I was slightly disappointed.
Here I stand, though, going through this gift given to me with the words, "You cant' get rid of me that easily", and I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest. I don't understand how Daisy can't hear my heart beat, considering she's practically standing over my shoulder. With a glance, I notice she is giving me a look, one that I haven't seen her give me before. Which that, in and of itself, is pretty amazing, considering she has given me just about every face in the book while practicing for a new acting job. No, the look she is giving me is a look I would guess to be sincere, and perhaps it's understanding.
Charlotte asks me to go somewhere with her, and it takes everything in me to not give an overly excited answer, but Mason's voice kills my excitement. He's trying so hard, but Charlotte merely laughs at him. I take it as a good sign in my favor, and that thought gives me an inspiration to try to see where I might possibly stand. So I lock my eyes with this object of my desire, and I throw out a comment about lesbian bars and Mason not being allowed to go. Daisy snickers, but Charlotte, she just smirks. She doesn't flinch, or giggle, or even look like she is repulsed by the thought of it. No, she only smirks, and I think I just got weak in the knees.
Rube is definitely going to be mad, and it's all because of a single rose.