|Sweet Child O'Mine
Author: Nonnihil Scelestus PM
Oh sweet love of mine...Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Angst - Rube S. & George L. - Words: 519 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 09-09-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7367310
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Disclaimer: I don't own Dead Like Me, or the song 'Sweet Child O'Mine' by Guns & Roses
Sweet Child O'Mine
She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky
There was just something about George that brought all his safe, memories of home to the forefront of his mind. It wasn't her attitude, but her, he guessed, physical qualities. No, her attitude could drive the Pope to drink, and curdle the cat's cream. But when she smiled, really smiled, and laughed, it took him back to happier times, and the stream he used to play by as a child. It wasn't her innocence; none of them could be innocent after becoming reapers. And he wasn't certain how she did it, but it just was.
Now and then when I see her face
She takes me away to that special place
There was something about looking at her that took him back to the tree fort his father had helped him build. It had always been his safe place. He could look at George for hours and only think of being safe with her there in that place. He could only imagine how much she would have liked that.
And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry
He had to remind himself not to stare at her too long because he'd probably cry over the memories and the fact that she would most likely never look at him in the manner he wanted. No, it was best he looked at her like a daughter. Then there would be no confusion or awkward moments to ruin their tenuous friendship.
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
He stood at the window and watched the rain and lightning flash. Storms had always bothered him a bit. The thunder still made him jump after all these years even though he knew it couldn't hurt him as he was already dead. However that didn't stop the fear he felt sometimes. He shifted and caught the smell of George's perfume and shampoo on his sweater. He had hugged her earlier as they were leaving the diner, and the scents had transferred to him, not that he minded. Thinking of George took back to being safe and his heartbeat slowed to normal, as much as the dead organ could and he could ignore the storm raging outside his window.
And pray for the thunder and rain
To quietly pass me by
But as his thoughts lingered on the girl, no woman, in question, his heart raced again for a new reason. He sat and buried his head in his hands. It was impossible, the thoughts running through his head, and there was no way she would ever feel what he was feeling. No! It resounded through his head. He was doomed by the warmth and safety he found in her presence.
Oh sweet love of mine…