A/N: As you may have noticed it has been a very long time since I updated. I've had this bit written for a long time now and decided that even though it isn't a complete chapter it's better than nothing, right? So here is a short Jane's POV only chapter.

This is based off a deleted scene from season one.

Authors Note: I do not own Dead Like Me, only this story and the original characters in it.

Chapter Seven

Jane's Point of View

I woke up earlier than usual because I had a bad dream, a dream about my murder. Since I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep I decided to get ready for the day.

After I finished getting ready for the day it was still early morning and would be a few hours before Daisy and George woke up and got ready for the day. So I watched TV and looked through the wanted ads and real-estate listings in yesterday's newspaper (I needed to find my own place. I was sick of sleeping on a couch and George's unpleasant wake-up calls). A little before eight George came downstairs looking barely awake. She went straight to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. She walked out of the kitchen then halted when she saw that I was awake, clearly surprised that I was awake- and that she wouldn't have to scream her head off to wake me up. She joined me on the couch and we watched TV in silence. An hour later Daisy entered the living room dressed for the day and with perfect make-up and hair (big surprise).

"We better get going" George said once Daisy appeared. I pulled on my black pea-coat to help fight the cold November weather and George and Daisy pulled on their coats as well. Then we left the house climbed into George's car and made our way to 'Der Waffle Haus'.

The three of us walked into 'Der Waffle Haus' where Rube and Roxy were already sitting at the usual booth. We reached the table and George slid into the booth and sat next to Rube and Daisy slid in next to her, while I sat next to Roxy. We ordered breakfast (I ordered a fruit bowl- the cheapest thing I could find that looked good okay. My already small cash supply was getting smaller and smaller). We were half-way through our breakfasts when Mason arrived and sat next to me. When he sat down next to me he held my hand under the table. I liked that he held my hand, our relationship was nice and innocent (so far), I haven't had a relationship like this since I was 16.

Rube handed out our post-its after we finished eating. My post-it said P. J. Miller would die at 11:54 PM at the U in a frat house. I looked over at Mason's post-it to see that his reap was happening with-in an hour.

"You and me are gonna go to the DMV to pick up your papers for your new identity" Rube announced and I nodded and smiled to myself soon I will be Mary-Jane Baker. Rube made a gesture telling Mason to move so that I could slide out of the booth and leave for the DMV.

Before I even got the words out to say goodbye to the others Mason asked if I wanted to meet up for lunch and of course I said yes (it's not like I have a busy schedule being undead, unemployed, and with a new very small social circle).

I climbed into Rube's truck and when he started the car old jazz music started to play, this made me wonder how long Rube has been undead. Rube pulled out of 'Der Waffle Haus' parking lot and started driving to the DMV. "So Rube… how long have you been dead?" I asked then realized my mistake "I mean undead?" I corrected and he let out a small chuckle. "A lot longer than you" was his reply "Hmm… cryptic" I said and saw a small smile appeared on his face. "If I guess it will you tell me?" I asked "Okay, I'll give you three guesses and If you get the exact year I'll tell you" he said after a few moments of thought. "Deal" I said with a smile that he returned. I thought for a few moments: my gut told me he died at least before the '50's probably before the '40's. "1936?" was my first guess "Nope" he said. "1922?" was my second guess "Nope" he said but a small smile flickered across his face- I took this as a clue that I was getting closer "I think I'm getting warmer" I said, he said nothing. I sighed and debated for a moment before giving my final guess "1927?" I said hesitantly. There was a pause then Rube smiled "That's right" he said and I beamed at him not that he could see my smile since his eyes were on the road. "You didn't think I was gonna guess it right did you?" I asked he smiled "No, you surprised me. Well done" he said and patted me on the shoulder as if I had just achieved something great instead of just lucking out with a guess. "You've been around for a long time" I stated the obvious "A reaper's life span can get pretty long" he said with a shrug, this made me wonder about how long a reaper could be around- how long I could be around. I was lost in thoughts of my endless cycle of questions when Rube tugged me away from my mind and back to reality "we're here" he said and I noticed that we were in the crowded parking lot in front of the DMV.

We walked into the DMV, which seemed even colder than outside and even grayer the whole place gave off a gloomy depressing vibe, and the employees all had that dead look in their eyes and their words and movements seemed robotic. We first walked up to the information desk and when we reached the front of the line the woman behind the counter asked "renewal or registration?" in a bored robotic sort of way. "New license" Rube said "take a number" the woman said and pointed at the red ticket thing. I pulled a number from it "sit in the waiting area until your number is called" the woman spoke again while I looked to the number in my hand and saw that it was A63. I looked to the board above that announced what number they were working with now and saw with horror that they were on number 26, we were going to be here awhile.

Rube and I found the only two empty seats that were next to each other- in the packed waiting area. After a few moments Rube spoke "how are you doing?" he asked. My first thought was of the nightmare of my murder I had that made me get up and stay up so early. I mentally shook my head- shaking away the thought and replied "I'm good" I said and for the most part it was true. Yes it sucked that I was killed but it was nice to have a fresh start and it didn't hurt that I had Mason in my life now. "I gotta say I'm really impressed with how well you've adjusted to-"Rube started to say "being dead" I finished for him with a small laugh and he gave me a small smile in return. "Well, one of the things I excel at in life is moving on. So instead of looking back at the explosion or shit storm that just hit my life- I walk away from it avoiding looking back at the wreckage. Like how in movies action stars walk away from an exploding building as if it's no big deal that flames are consuming and destroying an entire building right behind them" I blabbed and wondered if that made any sense- or why I thought of those action stars walking away from explosions in slow motion. "Did that make sense?" I asked "yeah… sort of" he said "basically I try hard to avoid dwelling on anything that would bring me down and suck me into despair" I said which I knew made more sense than what I said before.

Before he could comment on this (that is if he was going to say anything at all) a voice spoke from an intercom saying "63 is now being served at window C". I looked up and saw that the board had the number 46 on it but didn't comment on it (we lucked out and I wasn't going to question it). I followed Rube to window C and just as we were about to reach it a large man pushed his way in between us almost knocking me to the floor. He walked up to the man behind window C and said "excuse me I have 47" he said in a polite voice not at all matching the way he walked up to the window nearly knocking two people over. The man behind window C replied "please have a seat until your number's called sir" he said simply. "But 47 is before 63" the large man said now sounding annoyed "not if I call 63 first" the man behind window C said with a little impatience "but I'm 47!" the large man repeated. The man behind window C lowered his glasses on his nose making himself look more stern and said "63 is the number I called sir. What number did you hear?" he said the annoyance in his voice now very clear. "63" the large man muttered "please have a seat until your number's called sir" the man behind window C repeated and looked away from the large man and to his computer. The large man stood there a moment as if he were about to argue then turned away and walked passed us again, and once again he bumped into us.

Rube looked at the man that had just rudely bumped into us for the second time with narrowed eyes but then turned his head to the man behind the counter "fresh off the boat" Rube said to the man behind the counter who then looked at me and gave me a curt nod as a greeting. Rube looked to me "Jimmy works infectious disease" Rube introduced "Hi" I said then wondered how many different branches of reapers there were. "Do a lot of people die of infectious disease at the DMV?" I said jokingly "there's a hospital around the bend, I get a break in the morning a break in the afternoon half-hour for lunch, usually works out" he said not getting that I was joking so I nodded. Then Jimmy squinted his eyes at me "Green? Blue?" he said asking what color my eyes are "green" Rube said and Jimmy turned back to his computer and started typing.

Rube looked at Jimmy for a moment then said "you sure you're getting' enough exercise?" he asked "I get all the exercise I need" Jimmy replied not looking away from his computer. "I'm only asking because your ass looks a little wider" Rube said and I fought the urge to laugh or even smile at this joke. Jimmy looked away from his computer and scowled at Rube for a moment then asked "what's the name?" he asked Rube not me. This made me disappointed since I thought I was going to get to choose my new name. Then Rube looked to me "what do you want your new name to be?" he asked and I smiled happily at him "Mary-Jane Baker" I said making Jimmy raise a brow. Rube looked back at Jimmy and said "well you heard her" he said making a surprised look cross Jimmy's face. "Mary hyphen Jane or Jane as the middle name?" Jimmy asked me "Mary hyphen Jane no middle name" I answered and Jimmy started typing on his computer.

After a few moments of typing Jimmy looked up and said "stand in front of the blue partition please" and pointed to where the ID photos were taken. We followed Jimmy to the photo area, and then I stepped in front of the blue back drop and instantly was blinded by the camera's flash. "You like the movies?" Jimmy asked me randomly as he pulled out his wallet he was wearing an almost goofy smile. "Uh, yes?" I said still blinking from the bright flash he pulled out a small black and white photo of himself and a blonde who was smiling widely- she looked a little like Marilyn Monroe. He held it up to me "take a gander at that" he said then placed it on the table in front of me "N.J. Baker. August 5 '62 3:09 AM" he looked at me expectantly "Norma Jean" he said as if this was clarifying something, and then I realized he thought this was Marilyn Monroe and that he was very proud of this "Oh wow!" I said making him smile "A VIP reap! Very cool" I said and handed him back his picture he smiled and nodded like it was no big deal- even though to him it was clearly a big deal. Jimmy walked away- probably to get my new license and when he was out of earshot Rube said "he thinks he popped Marilyn Monroe's soul. He's always talking about government conspiracies-" he started to say then his phone rang. He pulled his phone out "hello" he answered "no I said 11 Am that's an A not a P... That's not my fault... Okay so you got twelve hours" Rube said to the person on the other line then hung up.

Jimmy returned looking over his shoulder as he walked holding some papers close to him trying to act casual, and failing. He placed the things he was holding on the counter in front of me then looked around making sure no one was listening then said "Mary-Jane Baker, birth certificate, social security, driver's license and passport" he said pointing out all my new ID's. I smiled at Jimmy as I scooped up all my new ID's "thanks Jimmy" I said and he gave me a nod in return. "See ya around Jimmy" Rube said as Jimmy started to walk away- back to his place behind window C. I followed Rube out of the DMV in good spirits this was the most pleasant trip to the DMV I've ever had.

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