A.N.: This was based on the WOTD Challenge 'moonbow': a rainbow caused by the light of the moon

Warning: One use of profanity

Disclaimer: Don't own Being Human

"Annie! Annie, there's something you've got to see."

Mitchell took the kettle from Annie's hand and put it down. He wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her away from the worktop.

"What are you talking about? What's going on?"

Mitchell grinned at her. "There's a moonbow. I haven't seen one of those for fifty years."

Annie smiled, Mitchell's enthusiasm proving highly contagious.

Mitchell pulled her into the living room. As she followed him, it became apparent that he was heading for the front door. She quickly put on the brakes.

Mitchell pulled lightly at her wrist, but she didn't budge. He turned back to her. His smile dipped into a frown.

"Annie, what's wrong?"

Annie wasn't looking at Mitchell; she was staring, wide-eyed, at the front door.

"I can't leave the house, Mitchell."

"Annie..." Mitchell took a step closer to her. "You said things were getting better. That guy you waved at through the window could see you."

Annie tried to pull her wrist away from Mitchell. "I-I can't." She shook her head.

She tried to take a step back. Mitchell held on fast.

"Besides, one of the windows is open, and George isn't here. We can't leave the house empty with the window open, it would be irresponsible-"

"Annie... Annie. Annie, look at me."

Annie dragged her gaze from the front door and looked at Mitchell.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do, Mitchell."

Mitchell gave her a small smile. "It'll be fine." He let go of her wrist and intertwined their fingers. "I'll be right there."

Annie licked her lips nervously.

A moment passed.

She nodded.

Mitchell pulled her over to the door and opened it. He stepped over the threshold.

Annie's hand was now outside. Her breath hitched. She gulped, and stepped through the door.

"There it is." Mitchell pointed up to the sky.

"It's beautiful," Annie gasped. "I've never seen anything like it."

The rain still poured down, and Mitchell was soaked through in seconds. Annie was absolutely fine.

She was outside.

And she was fine.

A sudden gust of wind blew through the open window and pushed the front door shut.

"Shit," Mitchell mumbled.

"Have you got your key?"

Mitchell shook his head. "No, but I've got my phone. I'll see where George is."

Mitchell let go of Annie's hand to fumble through his pocket for his phone. He dialled George's number.

"Mitchell? Are you okay? You haven't killed anyone, have you?"

"No, nothing like that, I'm just locked out of the house."

"Can't Annie let you in?"

Mitchell looked to his left. His heart skipped a beat; Annie wasn't there.

Annie was in the middle of the road, moving slowly as though in a trance. She was holding her arms out, and her head was tilted back towards the sky.

The rain was falling down all around her, though not a drop actually touched her.

She burst out laughing, and twirled around as fast as she could.

Mitchell's lips curled upwards.

"No. Annie's out here with me."