I do not own Being Human. All characters and the show belong to the brilliant Toby W and the BBC.

It was Annie's birthday and as she blew out the candles on top of her cake (that she wouldn't be able to eat) she made the stupidest wish. George, Nina and Mitchell asked her what she had wished for, but she was too embarrassed to tell them. Mitchell had poked her in the ribs and started to tickle her, insisting he would continue if she didn't spill the beans. However, after a while his tickling didn't do anything to her, after all she was a ghost. After they all finished eating their cake, except for Annie, they headed up to bed. Mitchell came down a moment later and saw Annie sitting on the couch by herself. She was watching The King's Speech.

"Mine if I join you?" he said.

"Go ahead," she said.

Mitchell sat next to Annie as she watched intently as she watched Colin Firth read rather well from a book without stuttering. Mitchell tore his eyes from the movie to watch Annie. She was beautiful, with her perfect curls, her eyes which now were a beautiful gray and a cute nose. Everything about her was perfect except for one thing: she was dead. He wanted to touch her, but more importantly he wanted her to feel.

"Mitchell, Mitchell, what's wrong," Annie said, waving her hand in front of his face and staring at him with concern.

"Oh, nothing," Mitchell said, blinking wildly. "I was just thinking."

"Duh I know, what about?"

"Ah, ah," Mitchell stuttered.

"Are you trying to act like him?" Annie asked.

"Like whom," Mitchell said.

"Like the King."

Mitchell smiled finally getting it. "Oh no, no."

They started to watch the movie again, Mitchell paying attention when his eyes gazed now at Annie. Her eyes were fluttering a lot, then she started blinking madly like every second.

"Annie," Mitchell said, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Annie, are you okay?"

She didn't even look at him, just kept blinking at the TV screen. Mitchell rushed over to the TV set and turned it off.

"Annie," he yelled. "What are you seeing? Did you see something in the TV screen?"

Mitchell bent down to her level and shook her gently. "Annie."

George and Nina came rushing down the stairs.

"What's going on?" Nina asked, rubbing her eyes.

"It's Annie," Mitchell said, and when he turned to look at Annie, she gave him a smile. He had never her seen her smile this way before and he didn't like it. This smile was sinister and wicked, and the way her eyes looked at him with her eyebrows arched made her look purely evil.

"I'm okay," Annie said to George and Nina.

"No you aren't," Mitchell said, frowning because she was lying.

Suddenly the door of the house opened and slammed shut with a thud. They all ran to go see who had come in, but no one was there. The door opened again and shut with force. Again the door flew open and shut with a bang.

"Annie, stop it," George said.

"What? I didn't do that."

"Yes you did Annie," George said, his voice becoming high pitched. "All I want is just a peaceful repose. That's all I want," George said beginning to sob.

Nina patted him on the back. The day before had been a full moon, so he had transformed in the woods.

"Hey, sorry man," Mitchell said. "Go, I'll take care of Annie."

Nina and George headed up the stairs slowly, George's sobs dying away. When Mitchell turned toward Annie, she had her arms crossed. "I don't need to be taken care of," she said. That hurt Mitchell; he had always cared for Annie and loved to comfort her.

Mitchell walked up to her and hugged her. He cradled her in his arms, but then she started to hit him. At first her blows didn't hurt him, but as she continued they got more powerful.

"Annie, stop, stop," he said, trying to get hold of her wrists. Finally managing to get them, he stared at her, but she kept trying to wither away. She did look up at him and they stared at each other for what seemed like eons.

"Annie, stop, stop this."

Annie scanned everywhere about the house.

"Annie, look at me. Look at me damn it."

Annie looked at him, her eyes a vibrant purple.

"I will let go of you, if you promise to stop."

"Okay," she nodded.

"Okay, what?" Mitchell asked, still holding onto her wrists. Annie closed her eyes and opened them. Mitchell looked at her and saw the look of surprise plastered on her face. Mitchell saw and understood that she had tried to blink but it did not work.

Hesitantly she said, "I promise to stop hitting you."

"Okay," Mitchell said, smiling but the smile quickly faded when Annie hit him straight in the jaw. Her moon ring pounded him so hard; he started bleeding from his mouth.

"I don't need you or anyone," Annie whispered fiercely and she managed to blink out of the house.

Mitchell stood there, holding his jaw and swallowing the blood that was oozing out of his mouth. Standing there he thought what the hell is wrong with Annie?

Mitchell walked over to the fridge and from the freezer pulled out some ice cubes. As he nursed his wounds he just kept thinking about Annie. This was not the Annie he knew. She was never this mean, heck he didn't think she could be mean. He thought about what he was going to say to her in the morning. The truth was that he had already forgiven her, he never could really be angry with her. She didn't know it, but he cared about what she thought and how she felt. He never really felt this way about anyone before. Now he understood that he already had put Annie on a pedestal.

After the ice melted, Mitchell went up the stairs and put his ear to Annie's bedroom door. He already sensed that she wasn't in there, but he still opened the door. He saw her empty chair and closed the door.

Mitchell couldn't go to sleep. Tossing and turning he thought about how Annie had pounded at him like a boxer. He did have some bruises and he wasn't going to heal fast, because he had only been sober for a month and three days.

"I don't need you or anyone else," she had said. What had made her say such a thing? Annie was hurting and since she was, so was Mitchell. In the morning, he wanted everything to be okay. Everything would be normal again, or as normal as things could be in the pink house.

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