After watching quite possibly one of the greatest series finales of any damn show ever my muse went a little beserk. I thought of and wrote this story today! I really wish I could do all that youtube thing but I can't so writing is all I can do. It's coming into slow fruition and have a vague idea where I'm heading with this. Reviews please, enjoy also!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Being Human, the Beeb and Toby Whithouse do - I'm so very jealous of his genius writing, esepecially that taunting rhyme - That was COOL! SPOILERS to the Americans that have yet to see this, I doubt it's many cos I wouldn't wait!The three of them stood there in a daze of grief and determination, Annie couldn't stop herself from clutching George's hand. She felt so very lost now, she had purpose and she would be needed both by Nina and the baby and by whoever's poor soul needed saving next.
...Like John Mitchell's.
Strange, she had always expected finding the one, Mr Right, the love of her life in a more grandiose fashion, not simply by sharing the same flat for solidarity's sake. Yet it was all so extraordinary, love both began for them when life had long since ended, it took her to die to find it – Cupid suffered fools a little too gladly for her liking. Still, at least she found him - he was a vampire with an insatiable bloodlust who lived as a broken man – but she still found him. The John Mitchell that was born in 1893 and 'died' in France in 1917 was never truly taken away. He would come back in moments of friendship, loyalty, love. The true Mitchell was there to pick up the pieces when Annie's helplessness over Owen was at it's worst. It was there when he said goodbye to his beloved Josie and it was there to bring back Annie from oblivion.
It was a blur, it only took a few seconds but his demise was a terribly swift blur.
"I'm doing this because I love you' George whispered after slamming that stake through his best friend's heart. John Mitchell, the true, Mischievous, loyal and proud John Mitchell was there to say goodbye with a contented smile.
"I Know" The Irishman replied, elated, relieved and finally at peace.
Annie was stirred from her thoughts by hands slowly clapping, Wyndham was sneering and a new storm was coming. One Annie would have to face without that guiding star, without her Mitchell. The trio faced the elder vampire and looked straight ahead at the uncertain future as they reluctantly turned back on the past...and Mitchell's ashes.
"Bravo Georgie-boy, who would have though a skinny little imp like you would have the brass to kill your very best friend so his soul could be saved?" The Old one mocked the werewolf with a whiney, theatrical lament. Nina grabbed hold of George's wrist but she had no need to fear, he was barely registering anything: He felt numb and was beginning to shake from the shock of what he had just done, he felt cold, he felt small. Worst of all from the malice in the sharp-suited vampire's eyes he saw the chaos to come and he was all that stood between Wyndham and the women in his life...he felt very small indeed but he held firm.
"Your cause is lost, Herrick couldn't have him, the reverend couldn't have him, you couldn't have him...John Mitchell is gone for good" George gritted his teeth and squared up to the elder as his common sense would allow.
Wyndham unsurprisingly was unfazed but his eyes smiled as his fellow vampire's pet failed miserably at trying to be menacing. For George's stare broke the moment he heard Annie sob, she tried to keep it in but the grief came in waves and waterfalls. Nina manage to grab her before she fell to her knees, looking courageous now in the face of the enemy was foolhardy but they didn't care anymore.
"What a waste, nobility is something my kind have very little time for – Notorious beings like Mitchell deserved better fates then this ramshackle two-starred faulty towers...Ah well must be off, we'll continue another time shall we?" The elder mockingly sighed and headed for the front door.
"He chose it; he wanted it...with all your hard-arsed, self-indulgent, annoyingly grumpy ways of going on. You lot will never get that...braving the freedom of choice" Grief was making George a little too daring and the will to carry on hadn't quite recovered yet. He had Nina yes but since she indulged Herrick he would never be able to trust her completely...He felt such shame because of it.
Wyndham glided towards George exactly like the way the werewolf had seen see it in the movies. There was no hard slap from his heels on the floor boards; his feet were off the ground. His eyes were black and the vampire cocked his head from side to side and back again. George stepped back aghast, Nina grabbed his arm.
"Listen here little doggy, I have a white squall of a temper I have been around since Old William had a brew-haha off some English Coast, I have seen empires rise and fall, if you've seen one revolution you really have seen them all. All these years and my bugbear is still someone with bad manners" He seethed
"Wyndham, like Mitchell said we don't know you but I'm pretty sure you'll tell us in due time. Let him go" Annie demanded Wyndham could see her curls matted from the static and saw the house was slightly shaking. The old one shoved him away, thrilled by his new rival. The vampire knew she was the one to worry about, her love and despair for Mitchell was so strong it was making him antsy but he was delighted all the same.
"Whoa, never mind Mitchell and these two, Annie my strange little girl where are you going? It's obvious you don't know where you should be going" Wyndham chuckled heartily and swaggered closely to the ghost, who looked at him without a clue.
"...The Stranglers Strange Little Girl? A reference to what you'll – God never mind, before you're time, you'll get it in the end though" The vampire was hospitable but his stance was still of a killer ready to pounce.
Wyndham had to hand it to the Irishman - although the elder had courted maidens in his human life, took princesses, servants, colonists of the 'new world' – Annie was a beautiful woman, gentle eyes, warm smile, delicate skin. Yes John Mitchell was a man of...good taste.
For the first time since she was forcefully taken, Annie felt a gnawing in her stomach, something was pulling at her, a slight ache...Was Purgatory calling for her again?
"I'd do something about that if I were you...you don't have much time left. Time waits for no one, not even a vampire...I'll say goodbye...for now"
Goodbye Gordon Bloody Gekko, I hope greed is still good for you!" Nina balked
A silence shrouded the room, the tears were shed but they would fall again though not tonight, to night they were too exhausted.
For once Nina went into the kitchen and made the tea, leaving George and Annie to reflect on their loss.
"Did you ever doubt he would do the right thing?" Annie whimpered
"Yes, back in that cage he had a stake to my neck, it was a bluff but for a moment I...Yes" George started to blub again.
"Lia showed me, she showed me you two in that awful place and for a while I was so angry with what he did to those people and I think 'Justice is being done one way or another' but I feel sick and I'm so sad because two men who meant the world to me were about to kill each other" Annie's voice started to crack, she began hyperventilating. Falling into each other's arms the two friends slumped down together onto the floor. George took the hair from Annie's face, he was weeping now.
"Why say we're for eternity when he didn't want it? Why say love when it was just, it was just..." Annie sobbed.
"Oh you know bloody well he loved you, you silly sod. Getting you back was his mission, purgatory and back again and all four corners of the world if he had to" George sniffled as he stroked her face.
"No, you two, you and Mitchell what you did there was the bravest, most beautiful thing..." Annie still shook her head, still in denial that after all he was, all Mitchell said and did, he could still love her that much.
"No it's not"
"Yes, yes it is – the truth is we were both robbed of our lives, Mitchell and I. So how can we love each other so? You brought him back from the brink; you knew what he was capable but you saved him. That's real love George" Annie cooed
George was saddened that Annie already had doubts, so insecure in herself to be convinced of being the ultimate love of anyone, let alone Mitchell's.
"Tell me something, if you both lived...properly lived and met?"
"You would have been sick of the sight of me being so stupidly happy" Annie joked but her mind wandered into the pointless game of what if?
"What if you married him?" George dug deep and hit a raw nerve with that question but he had to ask it.
"Christ George, This isn't Emma, although I admit I would have loved the dresses if I lived back in regency times. But after the mess with Owen. I would have been commitment-phobic and he hated me nagging him anyway and my Sundays with Larkrise to Candleford..." Annie babbled, she babbled when she felt invisible and ignored by the world. Her wonderful George was there beside her but still came the question 'how long for?'
"ANNIE!" George snapped, his friend took a breath and he saw her think of her heart's answer and watched the anguish cloud around her again.
"In another life if he proposed at any point I would have said yes, in another life we would have meant the world to each other. But all we have is this life George, that's all we've got...ooh" Annie stood up but the twinge in her stomach became more apparent. As she held on to George she could see flashes of a long hall and the silhouette of a tall man.
The echo, the whisper in time held a familiar lament of a Dublin accent.
'Annie'
"What's wrong what is it?" George asked anxiously as he steadied her up.
"I'm...not sure" Annie was being rational and it was rather pointless for a supernatural being to be rational. But she instinctively knew that voice, would hear it whisper sweet nothings, sooth her, calm her.
"...Mitchell?" She thought to herself
Hope you liked it, probably the most angsty thing I've done for fanfiction - face it it wasn't gonna be roses and rainbows was it?
P.S mad max readers: I'm working on the 4th chapter at the mo' It'll be done soon enough