Just a little fic about what happened after Mitchell dies at the end of series 3. Not my best work, but I like it. Enjoy!
He was back there again, the Corridor. Mitchell knew that George had done the right thing. If the only options were to die or join the old ones then death was clearly the better option… even if it did mean never seeing Annie again. There had been a lot of women in his life but only a few of them really stuck, and Annie was… she was different. Mitchell ran his hands through his hair; thinking about Annie will definitely not help him now. Thoughts of her might numb the pain a little but it'll come crashing down on him eventually.
'Where the hell is my guide?' he yelled into the emptiness that lay ahead.
'I'm behind you Mitchell' answered a small, sweet, familiar voice.
Mitchell froze, of all the people who could be his guide, it couldn't really be her. He was almost afraid to turn around, scared that he might be wrong.
'Is it really you?' he asked.
'Turn around and see,' she replied teasingly.
He obeyed and there she was, right in front of him…
'Josie' he whispered.
She looked just as she did when they had first met, just as lovely and just as tempting.
'Mitchell, I always wondered what happened to you'
'I lived'
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BarefootBanshee