Hello, well I haven't really felt like writing much latly as you can tell from this not very well thought out story. However, I started writing and wanted to share the basics with you to find out what you guys thought. Sorry if spelling is off I haven't had time to check it.

This is set after season 3 and without the info of the BT20.

"George," Mitchell shouted as he returned from a long day at work, searching the living for room for living, breathing life…or Annie although she was pretty much living these days to him.

"Ssh!" Annie flapped as she entered into view pointing towards a softly sleeping George.

"He's been so tired lately what with the new baby and all," Annie mused as she tip-toed past Mitchell kissing his rough cheek lightly as she passed.

After George and Nina's baby had arrived, only a few short weeks ago, George had been too busy doting on Nina and baby Gina as she was nicknamed, to sleep like a normal human being.

Mitchell flung his jacket on the rack and equally as rough fell next to a glowing Annie on the old, brown surprisingly comfy sofa.

"How long?"

"Ten minutes." Annie replied snuggling up to Mitchell as normal, staring at George almost waiting for a reaction from his light sleep.

"This is weird…" Mitchell stated as they stared a George.

"Yep."

"I don't fancy being here when he wakes either…Werewolf and all."

"Nope." Annie sighed over dramatically.

Before un-awkward silence descended George twitched rather provocatively as words escaped his mouth in hushed tones.

"Oh Nina…"

This resulted in knowing smirks from Annie and crud remarks from Mitchell.

"Maybe we should…"

"Tea," Annie offered hopping up to head actively towards the double-doors. Mitchell smiled following her slowly collecting his post on the way.

"Mitchell…" Was all that was audible in the quiet atmosphere causing Mitchell to smirk at the moan and turn towards Annie.

"Yes Annie," he grinned.

"Er…that wasn't me," Annie replied, herself smirking as heads turned towards a dreaming George.

Muffled giggles arose from Annie as she hid her mouth behind a grey sleeve.

"Should I be worried?" She questioned sarcastically.

"Mmm Mitchell…" George carried on much to Mitchell's horror.

"Come here."

"I think you should obey," Annie grinned pushing him playfully toward George.

"Those teeth, beautiful …fangs."

Mitchell's eyes widen in utter shock as George finally let out a well confined burst of laughter leaving Mitchell well… even more confused.

"Your face!" Annie exclaimed.

"Wha…"

"If only I ha…your face could show up on camera."

"Very funny guys," Mitchell spoke mundanely scrunching up his face.

"Oh come on Mitchell," George started "do you really think I would 'dream' about you?"

"Actually don't answer that…" George said straightening his glasses and making a quick exit towards the stairs, leaving behind him one Mitchell standing horrified in the middle of the sitting room and one Annie led out, collapsed in giggles on the sofa.