Okay, just want to say that the ghost cop's name is entirely made up, as is his reason for not going through his door. I actually want Tom to join the group next series but until then, I'm going to flesh out a very obscure character while writing about my lovely Tom. Also, if anyone knows of a female vampire in the series that was not killed off and is pretty obscure, tell me! :) I don't own Being Human (do we really need these disclaimers?)

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McNair taught him how to drive. That's all Tom can think of, clenching and unclenching his hand as he walked to the nearest gas station to pick up some gas for the caravan. He avoided the back roads that would surely lead to Honolulu Heights, too embittered to even think of stepping anywhere near there.

There was a cop standing at a newspaper stand, staring at the stack, eyes flickering across the page as he read. Oddly enough, he was without his belt and holster, shirt untucked and eyes red rimmed. This wasn't much concern for Tom, but McNair had always said to be weary of cops. They tended to lead to trouble for people like him. He walked by, easily along the near empty sidewalk, acutely aware of everything in his surroundings. The smell of the after rain, the perfume of some woman farther behind him, the smoky smell coming from a pub across the street. The cop would be wearing cologne, he fancied, as all men tended to do in the cities (Tom really saw no need for it, what with living in the forest for most of his life).

He smelled nothing. Tom paused a few feet from the cop he had just passed, eyes glancing over his shoulder. He could see the cop, and farther away the woman, now chatty on her mobile. Her perfume was fruity. The cop smelled like nothing. Not even sweat.

He had only noticed this once before, with Annie. Slowly, he turned, moving closer to the cop, yet not fully reaching him until the woman walked by. Ignoring his and the cop's entire presence. Tom couldn't help but peak over his shoulder, eying her bleach blond hair and smooth legs. He knew it was wrong, McNair was always against that sort of stuff.

"Are you dead?" Tom didn't really consider how much of a silly question he had just asked, but decided it was the only thing he could possibly say. The cop seemed genuinely surprised, snapping his head around to stare wide-eyed at the werewolf.

"You can see me?" he stuttered out, his eyes a bright blue- it almost reminded him of George. Tom nodded, eyebrows furrowing to give the man a look of sympathy.

"You're a ghost, aren't you? Why are you here?" he pressed, though not too interested in knowing. He didn't want to stay in Barry or Wales any longer. Not anymore, not without McNair. The cop glanced down at the pavement, looking terribly pale for a ghost.

"I…I didn't go through my door." He glanced back up at Tom, guilty. The young McNair didn't know how to respond.

"I mean, there was this woman, and my body just woke up and I saw myself. I was dead and I saw my body get up, I saw how I had died. It was…I couldn't just leave! I needed to know why me? I couldn't just walk through that door, I couldn't leave my mum and dad, I…that woman, she told me to go, not to miss the chance. I was going to, but… I saw that white light and I just couldn't leave," ranted the cop, gesturing with his hands. Tom still didn't know quite what to say. Annie was the only ghost he had ever met and they never really talked about her being a ghost. (And sometimes Tom forgot that- she was so pretty, just like Nina).

"There's nothing for you here," Tom said quietly, looking the man in the eyes. "I'm sorry. You just…we just have to move on." Tom thought about his dad, how unfair it was that he didn't come back as a ghost, just to say bye or-or something! It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. The ghost smiled sadly.

"You must think I'm some sort of idiot. Jesus, I can't believe this. I…" He paused, letting out a dry laugh. "The one day I forget to wear my crucifix," he mumbled, staring at Tom's cross around his neck. Tom didn't say anything.

"I'm John," offered the cop, putting out his dead, dead hand. Tom took it without a second thought, years of manners beaten into his head by McNair.

"Tom." The ghost sighed, letting go of his hand, and turning to once again look at the newspaper stand.

"They caught that Box Tunnel 20 guy, you know." He laughed that dry laugh again, but didn't say anything else.

"I'm sorry," burst out Tom suddenly. "I'm sorry this happened to you. But, I…I have to go, I'm sorry." John looked up so suddenly, the same wide eyed look from the start.

"No, you're, other than that woman, you're the first one who's been able to see me. Why is that? Are you sorta like that woman from Ghost?" Tom raised an eyebrow.

"Ghost? No, I'm just- look, I have to go," mumbled Tom, turning and pacing away. Dead John just kept making him think of his dead dad.

"Wait! Tom! Please, I don't know what to do!" called John, pleading. Tom cringed and stopped. He couldn't just leave the poor man. It wasn't proper. It wasn't right, McNair wouldn't be proud.

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Oh how ironic that Mitchell would kill a man with the same name as him ohohoho. Anyway, I'm not sure if this will just stay a oneshot or what. I kinda wanna continue and really delve into Tom's character so it would be cool to get another person to fill the vampire role. Any minor female vamps in the series because all I can think about is Cara and she's dead, as is Daisy according to McNair. I'm hesitant to bring in an OC so any ideas would be great since I really want a vampire in this story. (srsly, it's gotta be the ghost+wolf+vamp combo or nothing)