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Someone requested another crossover meme, but -- why stick with just crossovers? Here's your chance to request things from any fandom you like -- especially if the fandom is small, obscure, or has no request type of meme available. Hopefully someone else will come along and fill it out, or someone else's request will spark something off in your head that you just have to write --

So here you go!


PAN-FANDOM FANWORKS MEME


Anon is on like always!

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ETA: Sorry, link list's gone. Realizing it'd exceed the character limit.

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Re: Opportunity (Dead Like Me, Mason/Daisy, G)

[pleonasm]

(cont from last comment)

He was at Der Waffelhaus early the next morning-- an exercise in futility since Daisy was never early herself, but he hadn't slept well so he was the first to meet Rube in their booth. He slunk into a seat, frowning.

"Daisy stood me up," he said.

Rube looked up at him, surprised. Then his eyes became a bit sad.

"Couldn't help it, kiddo," he said, thumbing behind him to the booth where a tall boy, perhaps sixteen sat. He was all gangly limbs and acne and he looked miserablely adolescent to Mason. Mason lifted an eyebrow.

"That's her replacement," Rube continued. "Derrick. Daisy had her last reap yesterday."

His first reaction was so that's why she agreed! but he clamped his mouth shut on that angry statement and sloped a little further down in the booth, feeling miserable. He ran a hand through his hair hopelessly.

"You are going to let him stay with you until we find him someplace of his own, okay?" Rube continued relentlessly.

"A little busy being heartbroken here," Mason protested, but Rube shook his head.

"Told you this would be bad for morale," he replied, and Mason sort of wanted to punch him, but he didn't have the energy (or the guts, really, not that he'd admit that to himself either).

"Sod off," he said instead, radiating moodiness, and maybe Rube had a little more sympathy for him than he expressed, because he didn't protest when Mason left his bill.

He sighed, looking down at his ledger. "Tried to tell him," he said to no one in particular. Then he turned around to the boy in the next booth.

"I've got a reap in twenty so you can learn how this works. Watch closely now."

He got up and the boy followed him.

"Am I really dead?" he leaned down and mumbled into Rube's ear.

"That tanker trailer you skateboarded into says so," Rube replied with his usual forced cheer. "Now come on."

And while they walked he wondered a little if Daisy had known, and if that had really been why she'd agreed to Mason's date. You never knew, really. But he still wondered.