This is based on 'Ordinary World' by Red, a cover of Duran Duran
Set after S3 finale.
Written quite quickly, I apologise for any mistakes.
Hope you enjoy!
It was early evening when George got home from work. It was perhaps two weeks after Mitchell had died.
Still wet and cold from outside, the relative heat in the house hit him hard, but it was not unwelcome.
He dumped his keys on the table and took off his coat. It had been a hard day at work, and he planned on having a quiet evening in with Nina and Annie.
That was when he heard it. Or rather, thought he heard it. From deep in the house, he heard a voice.
Impossible he thought. Because he recognised the voice, immediately. It was the voice of his best friend. His best friend who had died a few weeks ago.
Searching the house only confirmed his thoughts. There was nobody there. Of course. He still couldn't help being slightly disappointed. It was selfish, Mitchell had been suffering, George had put him out of his misery, but he missed him, so much. He wanted his friend back.
He walked into the living room. Nina wasn't home yet and Annie was nowhere to be seen. He turned on all the appliances in the room. Anything to drown out Mitchell's voice. It didn't work.
Eventually he gave up. Sat on the sofa, head in his hands, he finally let himself think about it.
What had happened to it all? His life, the life he loved, eating pizza, drinking beer and watching the Real Hustle with Mitchell? Spending quiet evenings in with Nina? The friendly fights that had seemed so hilarious to everyone but himself? It had all finished. Gone.
That life had gone. But George knew he would make a new life. He had to. Had to think about Nina now, and the baby. His new family, new life. They would get by.
She remembered once he had said something to her. Something along the lines of "Pride will tear us both apart."
Pride she scoffed. She hadn't retained much pride since he had died. She was left alone again. Well, not really alone, she had George and Nina, but how could she have anything like what she'd had with Mitchell with anyone else? Nobody could see her. Anyway, she didn't want anything like that with anyone else. She wanted Mitchell.
So she cried. All the time at first. She knew it had been the best thing to do, but it still hurt. Now, she cried less, but sometimes stupid, little things would set her off again.
What had happened to her? This wasn't like her at all. She cried, of course, but she had always thought of herself as strong. Well, strong-ish.
And she knew, if she had cried like this and Mitchell was still here, he would be the one to comfort her, make her laugh. It was a stupid though, he wasn't here, that was the point. It just made her more upset, so she stopped thinking about it.
Their lives together had always been crazy. Crazy, and everything they needed.
For George, it had been friends. It gave him the confidence he needed to start living his life again. Showed him that the wolf couldn't stop him leading a good life.
For Annie, it had been the first steps to being seen. Her bridge to humanity. It made her feel alive, more alive than she had when she was, actually, alive.
For Mitchell, it had been normality. What he needed to stop killing. But it was always going to be just a fleeting moment of happiness in his outrageously long life.
To all of them, it was knowing somebody was there for them, and that somebody needed them. Somebody would be there for them, need them, forever.
And now, one of them was gone. Their life before fell apart.
But this was their world. This was what happened when you lived with monsters. When you were a monster.
So they did the only thing they could do.
They lived.