Disclaimer: I don not own Being Human or Merlin.
When Annie first met Merlin she was feeling very lost. It had been two since, Mitchell died, since George killed him, and she still felt so...hollow, like she's been emptied out. She had spent the whole two week just sitting on the couch, staring up at ceiling, thinking about Mitchell. How much she loved him, how much she missed him, the fact that she was gone. She knew they have bigger problems, like the fact that vampire army could be knocking on their door any second, but she couldn't make herself think about anything else but Mitchell. Gorge and Nina had done the complete opposite, they were preparing like crazy for the vampire siege, decorating the house with crosses, stocking up on stakes, watching every vampire film ever made. In fact they were putting up yet another when Annie said, "I'm gonna go to the park."
"Okay," George said, not really noticing her, "Be safe."
"What am I gonna do George?" Annie said, solemnly, "Die again?" Then she ghosted from the room, to the park.
Annie walked through the park watching children play, people exercise, lovers walk together hand in hand. But she was still in a daze. Her fog was only broken when she saw a boy and girl kissing, but only because it made her think about the first time Mitchell kissed her. They stilled lived, well, more accurately resided, in Bristol, and that Werewolf Tully had attacked her. He was just trying to comfort her, but in the moment they wound up kissing. She remember the kiss being light, and gentle, he told her that her kiss was cold and tingly. Suddenly she felt the need to sit down. She lowered herself onto a park bench, barely noticing she bumped something until she heard a someone go, "Uh!" Well, that and realizing the voice came from beside her. She turned to see that she had set down beside a boy in his early 20s with raven black hair, and big, but rather adorable ears, who appeared to be sleeping on the bench, with nothing but a brown coat for a blanket. "Sorry," She said, though she knew the poor kid couldn't here.
Which is why she was rather surprised when he said as he sat up, "I probably need to wake up anyway. The authorities have ran me off twice for loitering, whatever that means. "
"Wait a second," Annie said, still in a state of astonishment, "You can hear me?"
"Yes," The young man said in a of-course-I-can-hear-you-why-wouldn't-I tone, "And I can see you, too. You're really quite lovely, m'lady."
This really threw Annie. How could he see her? She could tell that Gorge was a werewolf, and Mitchell was a vampire when he met them, but except for the fact that he was dressed like he got separated from a Renaissance fair, he seemed pretty normal. Well, as normal as anyone who sleeps on a park bench could be. Maybe he could see her because he was crazy. Yes, that would make sense. You hear loads of crazy of people becoming homeless because they have mental problems and can't keep a job. But, no, that wasn't it. Now that her fog had lifted, she could since that there was something different about this kid.
Just then her thoughts were interrupted by him asking, "Why are you staring at me?"
Annie didn't anything for a moment than answered, "It's just usually people can't see me, because, and I know this is gonna sound crazy, you're gonna think I'm completely bonkers probably, but I should probably just get on with it."
"Yes." the boy said flatly, "Please."
"I'm a ghost," Annie said, calmly, "An usually the only people who can see me are vampires and werewolves. You're not either ones of those, are you?"
"No," the boy answered, hardly showing any emotion. Not exactly what Annie had expected.
"You're taking this rather well," She commented.
"Well," the boy-she really needed to ask this guy his name-answered, "Normally I would consider the possibility you're crazy."
"Only consider the possibility ?" Annie asked, half shocked, half impressed with this strange was so clam in the face of-well, strangeness.
"If you knew what my life was usually like, you'd understand," The boy said, "But you see the way my life had been the past few days, this might be the most normal thing that's happened. "
"Well, what has been happening in your life the past few days?" Annie asked.
The boy paused a minute, considering something, then said, rather nervously, "I'm not sure I should tell you."
"Oh, come on," Annie urged, "If it helps I'll tell you how last week has been. Although, that does seem a bit personal, so why don't we just start with names, and work our way from there. I'm Annie." She extended her hand to shake.
The boy's blue eye, which until had been dull and listless, brightened a little as he took Annie's hand and said, "Merlin.''