I do not own Being Human. All characters and the world belong to the brilliant Toby W and the BBC.

This is my first fanfic, which I promise to get done. Here's the second chapter, I hope you enjoy it.

Mitchell walked down the stairs having just showered, dressed, and combed his hair. He had on some cologne that he had rubbed on himself from a men's magazine. Sporting a yellow t-shirt with black jeans, he walked over to the table where Nina and George were seated having tea. When he sat down, they looked at him with wide eyes.

"Mate, what happened to your face?" George asked, biting a piece of toast.

Mitchell touched his jaw, winced a little then took the tea that George offered him. He couldn't see himself in the mirror, so he couldn't see how bad he looked.

"Fell off my bed."

Nina looked at him suspiciously, spreading the beans on her toast.

"Annie!" Mitchell called.

"Annie's not here," George said.

"Something's wrong with Annie," Mitchell said. "She is not herself."

Suddenly they heard a loud crashing noise from the living room. They ran over to investigate, but everything was still intact. They looked all around for the source that produced the noise, but there was no evidence of what sounded like glass breaking.

"I guess we should talk later," George said as he and Nina headed off to work. Mitchell didn't have to go to work until later, so he sat back on the couch, thinking about Annie. As he was dozing, he felt her blink into the pink house His eyes opened slowly to catch sight of her gray cardigan as she headed into the kitchen. He got up and followed her in, not knowing what to expect. Annie sat at the table, checking her fingernails. Mitchell pulled out a seat and sat opposite from her. Mitchell stared at her, but she wouldn't look at him.

"Annie," he said, breaking the silence. He reached for her hand, but she took her hand away, so he reached for the other one which he caught.

"Annie, it's okay," he said lowly. Rubbing his hand over hers, he desperately wanted her to understand that he was not angry with her. She mumbled something but Mitchell didn't hear it.

"What did you say?"

"I'm sorry," she said, pointing to his jaw. "I'm so sorry," she said tears spilling down her face.

"It's okay," Mitchell said forcing a smile that made his jaw hurt.

"No it's not," Annie stated through a sob. "Please get back at me."

"No." Mitchell rubbed her palm with his index finger.

Annie turned her head to look at the mugs on the table. "I feel so horrible. Please hurt me in some way. Please."

"I would never want to hurt you," Mitchell replied, getting up, and bending down to Annie, still holding her hand.

"Look at me."

Annie stopped looking at the mugs and looked down at him. "I know you are sorry. I know you feel guilty, so much you can't look at me, but just forget about it okay."

Annie nodded and he stood up to hug her. She hugged him back, but it wasn't the way Annie usually hugged him.

Mitchell took the mug of tea that he still hadn't finished and led Annie into the living room. She sat on the couch, while Mitchell put in Casablanca. He sat next to Annie, who was trembling, so Mitchell put his arm around her, rubbing her arm. Moments later Annie stopped trembling.

The movie was about to start when Annie said, "I don't want to be friends with you anymore."

"What?" Mitchell said, jumping off the couch.

"I can't," Annie said, crying again.

"You don't get to decide that," Mitchell cried out.

"What? Why?"

"Because I still want to be friends with you," Mitchell yelled out. "Fuck, forget it Annie, just because you did something to me doesn't mean I don't want to be friends with you. I thought you understood our talk in the kitchen. That's daft that I would give up our friendship just because you hit me."

"Okay," Annie whispered.

"Stop it, just stop it, saying it's okay and then making things awkward. I've forgiven you, so why can't you forgive yourself?"

"Because it was just too easy for you," Annie replied.

"So what do you want me to do? Mitchell ran his hand through his hair. "You want me to give you the silent treatment, avoid you, and give you dirty looks every time you step into a room? What does that solve? All we will be doing is losing out on each other and make everyone around us miserable.

"I just need time," Annie said.

"Fine," Mitchell said, grabbing his sunglasses that were on top the TV set. Putting them on, he walked out of the pink house confounded.

Mitchell mopped up the puke from the floor. It had been four times today that a patient had thrown up. Just another half hour and he would be home. As he mopped, his mobile began to vibrate in his scrubs. He went into a small janitor's closet and picked it up. It was George and he began to yell, nothing coming out was coherent.

"M-Mitchell," George said his voice high-pitched. "Mitchell y-you have to get here quick."

"What's wrong?" Mitchell asked worried.

"Ahhhhhhh," he heard George screamed, there was static and then there was silence.

Mitchell made up some lame excuse to his supervisor and rushed out of the hospital. When he got home, he flung the door open and looked around the house. Nothing seemed to be wrong.

"Annie, George, Nina." No response as he ran up the stairs.

He opened Annie's bedroom door, her seat empty. He went to his room, empty; George's room empty. Last place to look: the bathroom. He opened it to find Nina and George huddled together. Nina was shaking, while George just looked out of it.

Mitchell bent down to their level. "What happened?" Mitchell said concerned.

"She's gone mental," George screeched.

"Annie," Mitchell said lowly.

George nodded

Mitchell got up and offered his hand to George and Nina. George took his hand and beckoned Nina to get up.

"What happened?" Mitchell asked.

George and Nina walked hesitantly down the hall, their eyes searching everywhere. They held onto each other tight, and followed Mitchell into his bedroom.

They all sat on Mitchell's bed.

George adjusted his glasses before he spoke. "We were all watching TV, when the TV just turned off. Nina and I turned to look at Annie.

"Oh," she said. "You think I did that. I didn't." George paused and let out a sigh then continued.

"Then the whole place just started to shake. Nina and I yelled at Annie to stop, but she just grinned at us. She put her palm up, and Nina and I were floating almost touching the ceiling, Mitchell. I couldn't believe it, but then it got worse. Annie squeezed her hand and I could feel my whole body contort, every muscle squeezed, just everything squeezed like how you would squeeze icing onto a cake. I felt like I was going to pop."

Nina whimpered.

"It lasted like twenty seconds and then we fell to the floor and then she just blinked out of here. Then that's when I finally managed to call you and then she came back, blinked in here and the whole place got really cold and my mobile flew out of my hands. I don't even know where it is."

Mitchell heard the whole story and he was surprised, angry and really concerned. George comforted Nina, as fresh tears poured down her face. Mitchell looked at the pair and he could see the bruises on their skin.

Mitchell sighed loudly and looked fiercely at Nina and George, causing them to look back at him shocked.

"Stay here. She's back," he said firmly.

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