Hi, me again! I got this idea from… well actually it just popped into my head, like most things haha! :D

I don't own Being Human I'm just borrowing it for my own pleasure and hopefully, your pleasure too! Its set in between series' one and two… enjoy

Chapter 1 – A Silent Touch

"What time is it?"

"Almost nine".

"Bollocks!"

George snatched his glasses from the bookcase and scrambled to the door. He gave Annie a quick goodbye wave over his shoulder and darted out of the house like a crazed spaniel. Annie turned back to the kitchen sink and finished her washing up methodically, watching as the water in the sink touched her hands and then somehow evaporated instantly into the air, leaving her hands dry again.

Mitchell strolled into the kitchen quarter of an hour later with his sunglasses on and his hat pulled firmly over his tousled hair. He smiled at the ghost and settled into a chair next to the kitchen table. Annie handed him a steaming cup of coffee and sat down next to him,

"George was running late", she said and smiled whilst shaking her head.

Mitchell took a long gulp of coffee and smiled back, "I'm going to buy him an alarm clock for Christmas. Or maybe I'll just buy you a frying pan and a wooden spoon and you can hit the pan every morning", he smiled and then reconsidered, realising he would also be woken up by the ghost smashing a spoon off a frying pan, "Yeah, maybe just an alarm clock".

Annie giggled and nodded, "Check. No frying pan". She stood up and shuddered; her shoulders physically shook and she had to hold onto the chair to steady herself. Mitchell jumped to his feet and put a solid arm around Annie's shoulders, steadying her as she wobbled slightly.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Didn't you feel it?" Annie rubbed her arms and pulled her grey cardigan around herself more tightly.

Mitchell shook his head, "Feel what?"

"Like someone walked over my grave".

Mitchell cocked an eyebrow and smiled lopsidedly but Annie's face remained flat, she was deadly serious. She raised her eyebrows and straightened up, a smile spread slowly across her face,

"Never mind, it was nothing".

Mitchell held his hand at the back of her head and looked into her deep eyes, "You sure?"

Annie nodded and shook her head dismissively, "Yeah", she waved her hand, "Nothing".

Mitchell's hand lingered in Annie's hair a moment longer and then dropped back to his side, "Okay", he said, "Hey, maybe someone actually did walk over your grave", he smiled mischievously and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, "I'm going out for a bit, I'll see you later".

Mitchell walked into the hall and Annie hung in the doorway to the kitchen as he put his jacket on; he saluted her and opened the door swiftly. Annie saluted him back and then he was gone, into the harsh daylight outside.

Annie stood a moment longer in the kitchen doorway and then turned and picked up the coffee mug. She was washing the mug out with far too much fairy liquid when she heard a knock at the door. Forget you keys again Mitchell? She thought.

Annie pulled the door open quickly only to find nobody there. She popped her head out into the street and looked left and right but there was no one in sight. As she was about to close the door she noticed a small silver box sitting on the doorstep; the sun was glinting off its shiny packaging and Annie, being the shiny-loving magpie that she was, picked it up. She closed the door behind her and carried the tiny box into the living room.

The box was a small cube, about three inches square, and it felt light in Annie's grasp, as though it didn't contain anything. She turned it over in her hand a couple of times and then removed the lid. A small cloud of brown-orange dust puffed into the air, making Annie cough, and she stuck out her tongue in disgust. The box was empty.

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Both Mitchell and George came home at the same time. Mitchell burst through the door looking extremely happy and George trundled in wearily behind him. Annie took their coats and the boys went into the living room whilst she made them a cup of tea. Mitchell smiled at George, who had flopped into the large chair, and pulled out something small and shimmery from his trouser pocket,

"Look what I got today", Mitchell beamed as he spoke and his Irish tones draped through his words, "This woman gave it to me in the supermarket!" He held out a small box covered in shiny silver paper and George's mouth fell open,

"You- I- Did you get that out my coat pocket?" George squeaked.

Mitchell's brow creased and he shook his head, "No".

George stuttered, "But- I- There was one of those boxes in my locker at work!"

Annie entered the room with two cups of tea and she instantly froze when she saw the little box in Mitchell's hand. Both men looked at the ghost and George pointed at the box,

"Did you get one too?!" He asked Annie.

Annie nodded, her eyes fixated on the shiny trinket in the vampire's hand.

George swallowed hard and his eyes widened. He started to gesture frantically to the door, "Quick! Throw it outside, it might be a bomb!"

Mitchell rolled his hazel eyes, "George, chill. I already opened it and there was nothing in it apart from-"

"-dust", Annie interrupted.

Mitchell turned slowly to look at the ghost and he nodded, "Yeah, dust. How did you know?"

"Because I got one too", she frowned and handed the boys their tea, "Someone knocked on the door but when I answered there was only the box", she disappeared for a moment and returned with the tiny silver case, she held it out as though it was made of something dangerous, radioactive, "When I opened it there was this weird brown smoky stuff that kind of smelt like wood".

Mitchell placed his box on the far end of the couch and leaned away from it, "The dust was white in mine. And it smelt of nothing, it felt kind of like static in my nose though", he turned to George, "What about yours? What was in it?"

George took a sip of tea and shook his head, "I didn't open it".

Mitchell gestured to George's jacket in the hall, "Well go and get it then".

"What? No!" George shook his head firmly until his glasses slid down to the end of his nose, "I don't want to be poisoned".

"We're not poisoned", Annie pointed between herself and Mitchell.

George huffed, "Yes, but you're both dead. And anyway, it could be anything in that dust! Anthrax or something!"

Mitchell scoffed, "It's not Anthrax George, we're not at war. And ours were different colours, its probably just some promotional thing; everyone in the street probably got one".

George's face crumpled and his voice rose an octave, "Oh yes, I hear it's the in thing now. Instead of leaflets or free samples, companies are giving away little boxes of poisonous dust! No thank you!"

Annie "popped" into the hallway and reappeared with a third shiny box. George raised his hands and pushed his glasses onto the bridge of his nose,

"No Annie! I'm not touching that bloody thing!"

Annie smiled, "I know. I'll open it. I mean I'm dead right? What can it do to me?"

She carefully removed the lid and a puff of red smoked drifted lazily out of it. It smelt like copper.

"See", said Mitchell, "It's nothing".

The smoke hung in the air a moment longer and then darted across the room towards George. Before he could blink the dust had bled into his mouth and nose and then, for the three friends, the world went black.

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This story has an idea of mine behind it that I'm really excited about :)

I'll be adding more chapters soon