So Close-

Annie sat at the kitchen table. A steaming cup of tea was in her grasp. She sighed softly and attempted to take a sip. A small drops of still steaming tea dripped unto the table joining with the rest of the liquid. The young woman sighed and pushed the cup away. "That's try number fifteen," She said and looked at the mess she had made. She walked to the sink and grabbed a towel wiping up the spilled tea.

Annie could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. "No use crying over spilled tea," She mumbled in a watery voice. " 'm home!" A voice called from the next room. It was Mitchell. George had been practically living with Nina lately. The Irish vampire walked into the kitchen. A familiar scene lay before him. Annie was at the table crying with a cup of tea in front of her. He sighed and sat down next to her. "Was it Owen?" He asked failing to keep the disgust out of his voice when he said that name. Annie had already had her confrontation with Owen. Though, sometimes, his betrayal still got to Annie sometimes. Rarely. However, he was always there waiting with a hug.

Annie shook her head. "No, it wasn't Owen," She said looking away. In truth, she didn't know why she was crying. She wiped her eyes and sighed. Mitchell frowned and gently turned her face towards his once more with the crook of his finger. "What is it then?" He asked. "It's just that. I can't drink the tea, and it's got me so bloody frustrated," She explained and stood up, pulling from his hold. Mitchell did as well and leaned against the wall. He watched her ramble on about her emotional turmoil with a small smile on his face. He walked up behind the ghost and placed his hands on either of her shoulders. She stopped talking and looked at him with confusion etched into her features.

"You'll drink. Just keep practicing." He said reassuringly. She smiled, and he pulled her into a hug. Annie hugged him back and sighed. After a moment, she pulled away and smiled. "Want some tea?" She asked and Mitchell chuckled, making her smile widen. "Yes please." She began making the tea immediately and hummed a tune under her breath. "So close…"

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Mitchell walked into the house. He had just gotten back from a job interview. There was no way he was returning to the hospital after the whole debacle with him not having a heart beat. The scene that lay before his eyes was amusing and slightly adorable. Annie was in the living room, her eyes closed tight. The table had been pushed back. Her hands were holding on to an invisible partner, as she glided, not literally, across the room.

The song ended and he clapped, knocking her out of her reverie. "Mitchell!" She gasped and looked embarrassed. He smiled and walked over to her. He filled in the place of her missing partner and laughed. "Shall we?" He asked and she nodded and grinned. "Sure."

They started dancing as the song began to play. Neither said much. They just danced and listened to the lyrics. It was the same song Annie had been humming the other day.

"You're in my arms

And all the world is calm

The music playing on for only two

So close together

And when I'm with you

So close to feeling alive."

Mitchell sighed those last few lyrics hit home for him. He didn't even notice that he and Annie's waltz had turned into them holding on to each other and swaying back and forth. Annie's head rested against his chest and his arms were around her waist.

"A life goes by

Romantic dreams will stop

So I bid mine goodbye and never knew

So close was waiting, waiting here with you

And now forever I know

All that I wanted to hold you

So close"

Annie felt herself lean closer to Mitchell on instinct. This song was just a coincidence to both of their situations. She was just dancing with a friend. She was certain that if her heart would still beat, it would be pounding furiously. Her icy fingers shook nervously as they ran through his curly locks. 'I'm not falling for my best friend.' She thought, trying to deny the feelings that were so obviously there.

"So close to reaching that famous happy end

Almost believing this was not pretend

And now you're beside me and look how far we've come

So far we are so close"

Mitchell buried his nose into her hair. He began imagining what she would smell like if she weren't dead. 'Maybe honey. Yes. Honey and tea.' He thought, smiling to himself as took a deep, but silent breath. He could almost smell it now. Her hands, so cold with death, still managed to be soft. He could just imagine how she would feel still warm. His grip tightened around her waist. She was a ghost. He was a vampire. She was a ghost. Their union was ludicrous. They were in danger. Well, not one was attacking them now. If only for this moment…

"How could I face the faceless days

If I should lose you now?

We're so close

To reaching that famous happy end

And almost believing this was not pretend

Let's go on dreaming for we know we are

So close

So close

And still so far"

The song came to an end and both friends stood there holding onto each other. Mitchell looked down to Annie and leaned down slowly. He gave her a short, cold, kiss. Annie returned the kiss timidly, which surprised her. She was such a fiery person. Her sudden meekness was out of character. Mitchell didn't seem to notice this. He took her response as an invitation to continue and deepened the kiss.

They were too wrapped up in the intensity of their embrace to hear the front door open and shut. Outside the pink house all that could be heard the high pitched voice of a certain werewolf screaming at Mitchell for seducing Annie.

((Ok. I hope it wasn't out of character. I thought the song fit them perfectly. The name of the song is "So Close" by Jon Mclaughlin. I do not own any of the characters of Being Human and I do not own that song. Please review and constructive criticism is appreciated greatly.))