Disclaimer: Mitchell and Annie aren't mine.
Challenge fic:
Fandom: Being Human
Character: Mitchell
Prompt Word: Tears
Annie cries sometimes. I didn't think ghosts could do that - and technically I suppose she doesn't really. She doesn't have real tear ducts anymore, and there's no snotty, damp mess on her pillow when she gets up and pretends that everything is normal.
She looks cute all tousled, with that coffee coloured skin flushed. But I'm not the right person to touch it, and that's probably for the best.
She comes to me in the night for comfort from time to time though. Neither of us had a choice in living through death, and forever is a hell of a long time when you aren't sure what the end game is. She turned her back on the door that could have given her the answer to help save my life, and technically speaking we're perfect for each other. Even if the bloodlust hit me I'll get a whole load of nothing if I bite her, and she gets to know that she's not the only person looking eternity in the face and pretending not to be terrified by it. It's bittersweet but most of the time it's ok y'know? It's messed up but it works.
But in the darkness when there's just us huddled together, I can feel her shaking. And somewhere at the back of my mind I wish that I could remember how to cry for her.