Dead Like Me

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This story is a crossover with QAF and the Showtime series Dead Like Me. For these who haven't seen it Dead Like Me is the story about a group of grim reapers. These are people who have died and haven't passed on. They stay on Earth to take the souls of the dead and escort them to their final destinations. This is the story about a job one reaper had to do on Liberty Ave.

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Occasional you and your fellow grim reapers, as a change of pace, meet at the Liberty Diner for breakfast. You knew about the place when you were alive but didn't go there much. Its funny how people always wait to do the things they wanted to do after they're dead.

The four of you are eating and just waiting for the boss to show and give out the assignments. He hands out those little yellow post-its which contain someone's name, where they will die, and the time. Your private nickname for him is the Angel of Death. And like the Angel of Death when that post-it of death he gives out says you're going to die, you die.

The head reaper walks in looking like any other business man. No else in the diner gives him a second look as "Death" enters the building. "Good morning everyone, can't stay so here are your assignments." He says while handing out the post-its. When he finishes he takes off out the door.

You look down at the name and take off after him when you realize whose name was on the post-it. "You son of a bitch!" you yell loudly down the street at the retreating figure.

"You got a problem boy.' He said as he stopped and turned around.

"I'm not doing it."

"Yes you are. I don't make the assignments. I just hand them out."

`I knew him."

"So?'

"I'm not doing it."

"Kid, he's dead either way. But you can do your job like you're supposed to and make it easier for him."

"This is fucked." You say angrily.

"Welcome to the real world kid." Your private version of Death said as he turned and walked away.

You stand there. Then you look again at the name of V. Grassi on the post-it he gave you.

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Vic had been taking his morning walk and was on his way back home to make lunch. He hadn't felt this good in years. He had a boyfriend he was living with, the meds were working and he even had a job. Yes his life was finally looking up.

Or it would be if he could stop thinking about his sister. What a stupid fight, he thought. I'll give her a couple of more days to cool off then I'll call. God we'd been living together for so long we're acting like an old married couple.

"Can you spare a couple bucks?"

You'd been thinking so hard you almost walked past him with out seeing him. One quick glance told you he was a street kid. One of many Pittsburgh had and were so easy not to see and walk past. You've had some good fortune so you decide to help him and give him a few bucks. Then another thought hits you.

"Hey kid how about lunch? I was just heading home."

"I'm not fucking."

"I didn't ask you to. Just wouldn't mind the company."

"No strings?"

"No strings."

"Ok."

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Vic's a hell of a cook. As the two of you sat and eat he told you about being a chef and being gay in New York. He even told about being there the night of the Stonewall riots. You share your stories about being a young kid on the streets in Pittsburgh. I don't think I violated any rules but it was nice to finally have someone to talk to that would understand what you went through.

Lunch ended much too soon and it was time to end the trip down memory lane. It was getting close to the time listed on the post-it. You said you had to leave and Vic walked you to the door and as you shook his hand you saw that familiar glow on his arm as you took his soul.

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You wait outside for a bit and soon Vic's spirit joins you on the sidewalk.

"I died didn't I?" Vic asks like almost everyone else

"Yea. But you didn't feel anything. That's why I'm here."

"Are you God?"

"No I'm not, I just work for him." You answer chuckling a little. No one ever asked you that one before.

You and Vic walked together down the street till you came to an alley way. The familiar bluish light was emanating from a spot up the alley.

"I think this is your stop Vic." You tell him.

"So now what happens?"

"You walk through."

"And then?"

"They don't tell us that part."

"I wish I had made up with Deb for that stupid fight we had." Vic said as he entered the bluish glow.

"I wish I could tell her thank you for everything she did for me." You say to Vic. He turns and acts surprised that you would know about his sister. As he slowly fades out you tell him the truth about who you were.

"Vic, I was Jason Kemp."

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