Aired: 8th February 2009Previously on Being Human Fanfiction:"My name is George, and I'm a werewolf." He said plainly."Who would send you such a thing as this… It's vile and repulsive!" George exclaimed nodding to Annie to turn it off. They'd seen enough.
"Lauren.""No… I've seen these before, vampire make films of themselves going in for the kill, and then they send it about."
Annie sat in her armchair pulling out photos of her and Owen together, she caressed them gently with her forefinger and thought about how much Owen had meant to her. Maybe her unfinished business had something to do with him? That was a thought! She smiled. Love, should be the opposite of death. It should be our biggest reason for wanting to be here… I mean what else have we got? Football? Shoes? But, love gets complicated, it gets twisted up with other things, such as possessions… And heartbreak, lust, and death.
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Annie opened the cutlery drawer and dumped all of the cutlery into the washing up bowl, she sobbed endlessly as she did this. Mitchell stood at the door watching, clearly concerned. George was about to go in but Mitchell grabbed hold of him and pulled him back.
"Woah, woah, woah!" He said making sure George was looking at him, "We can't go in there!" He exclaimed. "It's unsafe!" As Annie turned the tap, it gurgled and clugged, almost having to force the water out.
"It's PMT, we've got it on her calendar!" He said.
"PMT? How can a ghost have PMT?" George asked oddly.
"I don't know. But it's not worth the risk, let's go down to the chippie!" Mitchell said.
"Mitchell, I have two steaks in the fridge, they'll go off if we don't eat them today." George paused, "And I'm bloody starving." He commented.
"If you want, I can grab the steaks and just make a dash!"
"No why, I'm not eating raw meat like an animal!" George exclaimed, offended by Mitchell's enthusiasm to get as far away from Annie as possible. "Just because a ghost is having PMT!" George exclaimed again as Annie turned off the tap and threw the tea towel across the room. She sat down holding a large silver kitchen utensil, sobbing over it. George ventured in cautiously.
"Annie are you okay?" He asked.
"This was an engagement present!" She sobbed heavily, "And now look at it! Just an unused kitchen utensil!" She broke down in tears again.
"I've always wondered what that is…" George said, gesturing toward the large silver thing.
"It's for shredding parsley!" She sobbed. "Owen liked parsley sauce and ham! T'was his favourite!" She paused and looked up, "Do you know what Thursday is?" She asked, Mitchell looked at the floor, his eyes dark and solemn.
"It's the day we were going to get married!" She resorted to tears again.
"Oh no you poor thing!" George pulled out a chair and sat next to her. "you should've said."
"I don't want to think about it!" She exclaimed waving her parsley shredder in George's face. "I don't want to make it real to think he'll be spending it with her!" Annie exclaimed again swiping her parsley shredder at George. "JAMIE TANGO FACE HARRIS!" She shouted, tears emerging from her eyes. Mitchell, concerned stepped in taking the utensil from Annie and sat down by her.
"Annie… Owen has moved on with his life. You need to as well." He added on the last bit gingerly and quietly. But Annie heard it alright.
"I'm dead!" She exclaimed hammering her soapy marigold hands against the table. "In case you hadn't noticed!" She spat snobbily.
"You've still got loads to offer!" Mitchell said placing a hand on her arm.
"Mitchell! I'm a ghost, no one can even see me!" She shouted standing up, Mitchell sat on the table.
"I think you need to meet some… Uh – Kindred spirits!" He said beaming, he turned to face George who nodded. "Right, we're taking you out." He declared.
"No! No, I still have lots to do! I haven't even started on the cupboards yet!"
"Fine, fine then if you want to just sit here and cry over a Mouli Grater, then go ahead!"
"Maybe, we can go out…" She said, "But just for a bit!" She added, Mitchell beaming.
"Great, George, get your lead!" George looked offended.
The club was thriving, it had a lot of people dancing in the strobe lighting. Annie, Mitchell and George pushed their way through the crowds.
"Mitchell, it's eighties night! What're we even doing here I hate this music!" Annie complained tripping over herself, being a ghost she'd never felt claustrophobic, not even in her human days… But today was different, she felt crammed and cooped up.
"You'll see." Mitchell replied leading the other two behind him toward a small corner of the club.
"Annie, this is Gilbert!" Mitchell finally said, stepping away to reveal a young man in his twenties. Clearly a ghost.
"Nice to meet you." Annie tried to say gingerly over the music.
"Is it?" Gilbert shouted back, adjusting his hat, oblivious to his surroundings. Mitchell's scrutiny made Annie uncomfortable, and feel more claustrophobic, even when in this isolated corner of the room.
"We're getting a drink." Mitchell said pushing George toward the bar. Gilbert looked uncomfortable, felt awkward and had a cigarette tucked behind his ear for emergencies… Which he was very tempted to use. They chatted for a bit about Mitchell and George, who stood at the bar drinking endless amounts of beer.
"Is this a good idea?" George asked.
"It's what she needs! To meet someone with the same condition, anyway, it'll take her mind off Owen."
"Fair enough." George replied.
"George my friend, I do believe you're being checked out!" Mitchell laughed, George eyes went wide as a group of three young girls stood eyeing him up. He spun around abruptly to face the bartender.
"You don't have to do anything you douche, just smile!"
"I want to but I can't!" George exclaimed, trying not to turn around.
"I never know if it's werewolf guilt or Jewish guilt with you." Mitchell joked punching George lightly on the shoulder.
"They're pretty much the same thing." George replied, bursting Mitchell's bubble. "What happens if I go over there, chat one of them up and then they invite me for coffee and I get tempted to just smash the granny out of it because of the wolf inside me?" George exclaimed, not realising the music had stopped, everyone turned to look at him in disbelief.
"Hello hi…." George said warily, and soon enough everyone started dancing again.
"Smash the granny out of it?" Mitchell questioned.
"Yeah, it's my time of month again." George replied firmly.
Mitchell walked through the halls of the hospital pushing a large blue bucket when he stopped, he'd recognise that smell anywhere. He sighed and turned around, glaring at Lauren who was posed casually leaning against a wall.
"You're just a bad penny aren't you?" He asked.
"I wanted to make sure you got your present!" She said calmly, referring to the disk, Mitchell sighed putting his head down, clearly ashamed.
"I was thinking of you the whole time, thinking of you watching me… When I was little all my family and friends said I was pretty enough to be in films, guess I finally did it!" She said, resorting to happy tears.
"Yeah, and wouldn't they be proud!" Mitchell spat at her.
"You did this to me… You made me what I am!" She sobbed.
"Yeah, and I'll take responsibility for that, but everything since then, everything you've done!"
"He was horrible the guy they picked, he was cruel and he hurt me!" Lauren sobbed.
"What do you mean?" Mitchell asked.
"Herrick and the others, they made me do it! I didn't want to!" She exclaimed. "They thought maybe it would bring you back!"
"Well, they were wrong! It made me throw up." Mitchell said walking away, but Lauren grabbed hold of him.
"Well… Tell me what to say at least, because the last time I came and saw you he got so violent! Then he made me do the film, what will he make me do next? I'm afraid Mitchell!" She said clinging to him.
"I don't know what you want from me Lauren, I can't help you anymore… I can barely help myself." He muttered walking away.
Annie had met Gilbert at the graveyard, he was standing against the railing smoking.
"Well! I'm here, came all the way on a number seventeen bus by myself!" She said happily.
"Wow…" Gilbert replied, being sarcastic.
"What is it you want me to see?" She asked.
"Follow." Gilbert said covering Annie's eyes, so Annie followed him up the steep path and along the sodden grass. When he stopped he removed his hands from her eyes, Annie stopped with him and looked at the gravestone before her. It was black, scripted with golden text.
*****************Annie Clare Sawyer
****************Beloved Fiancée of
**********************Owen *******************1985 – 2007"I've never seen it before." She said.
"It's beautiful." Gilbert shook his head.
"Beautiful, Gilbert, it's my gravestone! I was twenty two years old…" She said.
"Annie, you're beyond that now, human needs, cravings all that!
"Forever…" Annie murmured.
"Oh yeah, forever… Unless you find some kind of resolution." Gilbert added.
"To what?" Annie questioned.
"Your life, your death you know, you're still here for a reason Annie." Annie contemplated this… She was still here for a reason.
George and Mitchell stood peering out the window at Gilbert and Annie walking back, Gilbert left Annie and she walked the last couple of meters. George and Mitchell rushed to the sofa, determined for her to not know they'd been earwigging. They threw themselves on the sofa, hugging each other.
"Ugh!" They both exclaimed rearranging themselves, Mitchell for some reason putting on George's glasses, George blinked a couple of times then snatched them back as Annie walked in.
"Where have you been young lady?" George asked firmly.
"To the cemetery."
"He knows how to show a girl a good time…" Mitchell mumbled, both of them bursting out in sniggers.
"No, it was nice. I saw my gravestone… And it made me realise something about why I'm still here!" She said. "There's clearly some unfinished business, something I didn't do when I was alive." As Annie finished her sentence the water tank in the attic gurgled, glugged and groaned loudly above them. Annie looked up wide eyed.
"Ugh, don't ask, I've contacted our landlord again!" George complained.
"So what needs to be resolved?" Mitchell asked Annie, ignoring the tank.
"If I knew that I wouldn't be here!" Annie said.
"So… What're you going to do?" Mitchell asked quizzically.
"Ah hah!" Annie exclaimed raising her eyebrows secretively, Mitchell was smarter than that though.
"You don't know do you?" He asked.
"No… But, I'm pretty sure it involves some highlight pens and a pad of paper!" She rushed upstairs to her room. Mitchell pulled a face.
"What's that face?" George asked.
"It's my face?" Mitchell questioned.
"I think that's a good thing don't you?"
"God only knows what she can uncover! Why don't you think I never told any of this to her before?" Mitchell said plainly, he paused looking at George, "Now you're doing a face!" He said, George went back to normal.
"I think, you've grown attached to her and it's clouding your judgement, she needs an answer Mitchell!" George exclaimed, "One way or the other." Mitchell couldn't admit it, but George was right, he couldn't deny it either, because George was totally right… Mitchell had grown attached to Annie after they'd kissed, and it was clouding his judgement…
Annie and Gilbert were in the living room.
"Nice to see you Gilbert." George said.
"Is it?" Gilbert asked plainly putting on a tape.
"He's a bit tense…" Annie whispered taking George's tea from him and placing it down.
"So, what are you two crazy kids going to do today?" Mitchell asked standing up from the sofa and nomming on a biscuit.
"Hang out… Have fun." Annie replied sitting down.
"This is fun?" George asked sniggering. "Fun, is such a bourgeois concept." Gilbert said sitting down.
"Bye." George and Mitchell said stepping outdoors leaving Annie and Gilbert alone.
"Hello!" The elderly couple from Mitchells social gatherings said, Mitchell and George both greeted them, Lee approached them and waved, George and Mitchell smiled. Carol also approached them.
"See what you've done? Turned us into a hello how are you program with the whole sodding neighbourhood!"
"We're respectable members of the community!" Mitchell stated pulling on his jacket.
"Yeah, until you inadvertently kill one of them." George joked and Mitchell chuckled.
Annie turned down the music and Gilbert sat up, confused.
"Well… I was thinking." Annie started, "That I need to finish my unfinished business!"
"Oh, I see." Gilbert said taking a puff of his cigarette.
"So, what I thought was, would you help me?"
"What me? Really?"
"Yeah…" Annie smiled.
"So if I did this with you… we'd probably spend a lot of time together, wouldn't we?" Gilbert asked, liking the idea of this but not showing it.
"Is that okay?" Annie asked.
"Yeah." Gilbert shrugged, "S'pose so."
"Projector caught fire at the Language school… Most of them were asleep!" Nina said urgently into the phone pointing her biro at the teenagers in hospital beds.
"Yes! That's German, Italian, Spanish and Russian! Translators down here as quickly as possible please!" Nina exclaimed into the phone as George walked in, she slammed the phone down.
"Does anyone here speak Hebrew!" She asked urgently.
"No… But I-I-I can speak, German and Spanish and… Italian and French and uh- Croatian." George interrupted.
"Croatian?" Nina asked.
"Yeah. But my Russian is pretty basic I'm afraid, I can only say 'two beers please' and 'my girlfriend is allergic to dairy products' that sort of thing."
"Okay! That was the most dullest story ever! Never make a film out of that." Gilbert sighed at Annie and Owens love story.
"Oh…"
"It's time you had some fun girl!" Gilbert exclaimed.
"I thought 'fun was a bourgeois concept!'" Annie retorted confused. "Oh no… I'm talking Gilbert fun!" He said.
After 'Gilbert fun' Annie went back home, Owen was there with Jamie. He was fixing the pipes and Jamie was complaining about everything.
"If it was your 'ouse you'd have someone round to change a light bulb you would!" She exclaimed in annoyance.
"This is different sweet'art! This is plumbing, and is much more straightforward." He said continuing to stick his head in the pipework of the sink.
"Yeah, but you come 'ere so you can pretend you're still a teenager and all that, 'anging out with those men! Last time you came 'ere I could smell beer on your breath straight after!" Jamie complained. "They're not your friends!" She said plainly.
"Okay let's go." Owen said grabbing his things and leaving, Annie stuck her tongue out at Jamie and then looked hopelessly romantic at the sight of Owen passing by.
"Change of plan." Annie said joining Gilbert back in the living room. "I don't think it's about having Gilbert fun."
"Why not?" Gilbert asked taken aback.
"I'm still in love with my fiancée." Annie said.
"He's still alive…" Gilbert commented trying to reason.
"I know! It's bonkers, he's still got another fifty years of life left, and even when he does passover he might prefer to spend it with that filthy orange …" Annie searched for the words and came out with, "pleb!" Gilbert nodded.
Annie stood in the hallway of Owen's new house. She placed down a small green dish.
"For his keys, he always forgot them, would come to me in the morning shouting 'ANNIE WHERE'S MY EFFING KEYS!'" She laughed recalling.
"I want to be his guardian angel, stop anything bad from happening to him." She smiled walking into the living room. Gilbert picked up his Ipod and glared at it.
"Can you stop him from listening to Michael Bublé?" Gilbert asked.
"Like for permanent?" Gilbert asked, worried slightly.
"I guess so…" Annie smiled.
Mitchell had seen Lauren outside. She'd admitted to being clean for the past three days, but she knew she was going to kill that evening. She'd sobbed into Mitchells shirt and he'd promised to help her, letting her drink from him. He didn't want to put more people's lives in danger just because there was a thirsty vampire running about Bristol…
"Is George your type?" Mitchell asked Nina as they sat outside smoking together.
"I don't know, George is… Weird." She said finally.
"Once you get past the weirdness he's actually the nicest bloke you'll ever meet." Mitchell complimented George. "In fact, he'd want to invite you over for dinner tonight if he were around." Mitchell was feeling devious, and was determined to help his best friend. "He's an excellent cook!"
"Is he now?" Nina asked, thinking.
"Yeah, but it has to be tonight, he was pretty adamant about that!" Nina thought for a moment…
"W-w-w-what! Why would you do something like that?" George asked Mitchell when they were in the Hospital.
"Because you like her!" Mitchell reasoned. "And for some bizarre reason she likes you too. Maybe she's got a thing about hairy backs!" Mitchell joked about the wolf.
"Ugh, n-n-n-no, I told you there can't be any of that teasing! Just a simple meal between colleges, then she's out. Anything else, then it's just too risky!" George exclaimed.
"Maybe we need a bit of risky." Mitchell held onto his mop and stood staring at George.
"What! We most certainly do not!" He paused, "I cannot believe you've put me in this position! We've no food in the house, I'll have to buy wine and proper proper proper coffee!" He pulled out a biro and began jotting this down on a petition on the billboard.
"Coffee, risotto… uh- rice! I could try that new recipe! Woah- Hold on hold on, we need to set some ground rules about guests!"
"Like what?" Mitchell questioned not really paying attention.
"Like, don't kill them."
"Ugh!" Mitchell groaned, "Such a bourgeois concept." He said walking away.
Owen walked into his house, and Annie stood there, unnoticed as usual. Owen turned and saw the little green dish, he smiled to himself and dumped his keys in the dish then took his coat off.
Owen was taking a shower, and upstairs sat Annie, nice and neatly folding his clothes and laying out a towel, which Owen grabbed and climbed out of the shower turning the water off. Then she rushed into his bedroom, where she ironed her favourite shirt that he used to wear. It was a light pink and a button up, she did up the cuffs for him and then put it on a coat hanger and hung it up on the wardrobe handle, ready for Owen to wear. As he came in he spotted in and without thought put it on, along with some dark blue jeans and some shoes, then headed off for work taking his keys from the little green dish.
George ran inside with bagful's of shopping for his dinner with Nina to see Annie stirring something with a wooden spoon over the oven.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"I'm making parsley sauce for Owen." She smiled continuing to stir.
"Why?" He asked as the water tank upstairs gurgled.
"Because it's my unfinished business." She paused looking up, "See, I realise dI never got to be a proper wife to Owen, I never did all those lovely little things to show him how much I cared about him…"
"Like making parsley sauce?" George asked confused.
"Not just parsley sauce, boiled ham too!" She beamed, "I'm putting it in a little pot and taking it over later."
"Right, well aside from the fact that's a mental idea on so many levels, do you think you could possibly do it another night? Only I have a friend coming over for dinner this evening, a female friend… Called Nina."
"Oh okay…" Annie said, then she glared at him, "So I'm contemplating resolving my death, so that I can move on to the next dimension, and you're worrying about Nina!" Annie said stirring her parsley sauce.
"I'm not worrying about Nina! Christ why does everybody think that!" George spat kicking the fridge. "It's just a meal, a simple meal between colleges! I JUST WANT EVERYTHING TO BE NORMAL! For one night… Please?"
"She can't even see me! Let alone hear me!" Annie said as Gilbert turned on some romantic music. George put his hand to his head.
"Oh, Annie I really like this woman and it would be so nice to spend an evening with her without worrying about her finding out about the existence of the spirit world!" As the doorbell rang George screamed, then calmed down again.
"JUST GO IN THERE!" He shouted, so Gilbert turned the music off and Annie wandered into the living room and sat with Gilbert.
After the meal, Nina and George sat upstairs, and Nina leaned in toward George and they kissed.
"I had a lovely evening!" She said, and kissed him again. George pulled back.
"I just can't be seeing you Nina! I just can't!" George exclaimed.
"You mean you've got a problem?" Nina asked, and George nodded in reply.
"Okay, well what is it? Look, I'm a nurse so it's not going to be anything I haven't seen before… You're a man, wait you are a man? You have always been a man right?"
"Oh god…" George sighed in tears, "I – I – I, have trouble containing myself." He said finally.
"I just need this little bit of blood from you Mitchell to start me off, then I'll go clean." Lauren said sweetly. "I could get some from the hospital!" She suggested.
"You think nobody has ever thought of that?" He asked. "It doesn't work, well not completely, it doesn't satisfy your hunger."
"I think what's keeping me here has something to do with love…" Gilbert said, staring at nothingness. "I just thought love was a miserable lie…"
"Sorry, Gilbert I need to be with Owen."
"I'll come with you." Gilbert said standing, and so together they walked Annie carrying a casserole dish with Parsley sauce in it to Owen's house. She stopped at the sliding doors and smiled at Gilbert, she wandered in and placed the dish in the oven to keep it warm and stood and watched as Owen wandered over to Jamie on the couch.
"I really appreciate what you're doing for me." He said.
"What do you mean?" Jamie asked.
"Oh c'mon, all those sweet little things, they mean a lot to me…"
"You mean being here?" She asked sweetly, Annie ran upstairs crying into the bathroom. That's when she got the idea, a toothpaste tube, and a mirror. She smiled deviously.
"Hang on, so you didn't put the pink shirt out for me either?" Owen asked.
"No! You know I hate that shirt!" Jamie said.
"Then who's doing it?" Owen asked worriedly, as he heard a door slam he ran upstairs as fast as he could and explored each room thoroughly, then finally the bathroom. He opened the door and his hand flew to his mouth.
' Happy Wedding Day Tiger ' Was written in green toothpaste on the mirror.
"Owen! What is it?" Jamie called up the stairs, Owen grabbed the towel and rubbed the toothpaste of hastily. Jamie rushed up the stairs and stopped, what the hell was Owen doing?
"What you doing?" She asked.
"I SAID IT'S FINE!" He raged at her throwing down the towel.
"Sorry…" She mumbled wandering back downstairs. Gilbert watching the whole scene from the sidelines…
At work George saw Nina and turned around and headed back down the corridor pretending to read the bulletin board. Mitchell wandered around the corner and sniggered.
"Why you reading a poster about Gonorrhea?" Mitchell asked.
"That's just great!" George said flapping his arms against his sides, "No, I was hiding from someone…" He admitted, nodding toward Nina.
"So that's it? You've written of the possibility of having a relationship with anyone, ever?" Mitchell asked.
"Well haven't you?" George retorted walking away.
Mitchell opened the blood package fridge thing. He studied the labels carefully, picking the right one. Finally he chose the perfect one from the back, looked around then shoved it in his pocket and made his exit calmly, determined not to be caught.
"Owen!" Annie exclaimed as Owen walked in her front door.
"Mitchell, George?" He shouted, perfect, nobody was home. He wandered up the stairs his plumbing tools in a bag. Annie followed him as he sat down and pulled something off the back of the toilet then emptied its contents onto a towel.
"Eugh…" Annie exclaimed.
"Gotcha!" Owen said as a large piece of material fell out. Her eyes widened. She remembered… How he'd called her names and pushed her against the wall, how he'd shouted at her and asked her questions which she wouldn't answer… Then so scared, she shoved him back attempting to run away he came up to her, grabbed hold of her and threw her down the stairs. She tumbled down and finally her head hit the checked floor below with a crack… That's how the crack in the tiles had got there! She gasped… Owen wrapped the material in and towel and left through the back door. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, he was coming back for her! He'd seen her surely! He was going to hurt her...
"Sorry I let myself in…" Gilbert said as he wandered in. "Annie?" He turned around and Annie stood in the Kitchen sobbing.
"What's wrong?" He asked wandering toward her.
"O-Owen killed me…" She said gawping, sobbing and feeling faint.
Mitchell opened a door and Lauren followed him eagerly.
"Give it to me!" She exclaimed hungrily.
"Jesus, can it get it the door?" Mitchel asked.
"JUST BLOODY GIVE IT TO ME!" She replied, so Mitchell did. He closed the door and Lauren ran off, making two little puncture holes with her teeth in the blood bag and sucking the blood out with a passion for hunger. Mitchell stood and watched, smiling as she spat the blood out into the bathtub.
"What's wrong with it!" She cried. "It's not right."
"I told you… It's not the same, that kind of blood won't work. Not for long anyway." He said calmly.
"Why not!" She cried, not understanding.
"It's not fresh from the kill." Mitchell explained.
"Shall I heat it up?" Lauren asked, still crying through mouthfuls of dead blood.
"It won't work!" Mitchell exclaimed again.
"Then let me drink from you again!" She said.
"You need to stop Lauren." He said plainly.
"WE HAD A DEAL! YOU WERE GOING TO HELP ME!" She shouted.
"I am Lauren!"
"But I'm just going to help myself!" She exclaimed, then calmly, "You know, I don't see where this relationship is headed anymore…"
"You can't do this in your own home…" Mitchell reasoned.
"Then maybe I won't." She said standing and leaving, she ran out the automatic doors, and Seth stepped out from his car waiting for her.
"You want a lift?" He asked.
"Come Lauren you need to feed." He said putting an arm around her and leading her into his car. Mitchell hammered on the sliding doors,
"OPEN!" He screamed, and as they did he ran out and down the steps, but he was too late the car was driving away.
"George!" Nina called out, "George wait!" George stopped as Nina stepped in front of him.
"I'm sorry Nina! I really need to be somewhere right now." George said plainly, panicking in the presence of a full moon inside a hospital.
"Please, don't be embarrassed about last night…" She said, "And your condition…"
"I am… But, c-c-can we talk about this later? I just need to be somewhere…" "Where?" Nina asked.
"It's a thing, just a thing…" He looked at his watch, "Oh god is that the time?" And attempted to dash away... But Nina caught hold of him.
"George, come with me." She said.
"No really!" George tried to pull away urgently.
"It will take a minute, literally!" She pulled him and George stayed rooted to the ground.
"Nina no!"
Nina explained how George's 'condition' couldn't change how he could have a great life with Nina and George tried to contain the pain he was really feeling. He pretended to cough and eventually got overwhelmed and picked Nina up and kissed her.
"He tried to flush it away, but the house held onto it…" Annie sobbed, "He got so angry, and he wasn't like that when we first met." She said. Gilbert nodded.
"I mean he was a bit moody… But…" She sobbed, "Maybe I am just so annoying and pathetic that-"
"No…" Gilbert said taking hold of Annie's hand, "Course you're not Annie…" He paused and smiled, "Christ, you're amazing!"
"But the man I loved, killed me… Am I really that hard to love back?"
"Hey, hey, hey, c'mon! You are loved, by loads of people…" Gilbert hesitated, "By me."
"What?" Annie asked.
"I love you." Gilbert said. "I really love you." Then there was silence between both of them for a bit… Annie leaned around Gilbert, who turned around to see what she was looking at. A white door, could be seen in the living room. It hadn't been there before.
"Hang on… That door wasn't there!" She said standing up and wandering over. "What is it?" She stood looking at it, wondering.
"Death."
"Do we go through it, what happens?" And as Gilbert wandered toward it she panicked, "Don't go near it!" She exclaimed.
"No, no, it's for me, it's come for me." He said plainly." Come with me, I don't want to go on my own!" He nearly cried, but refrained from crying by taking a large gulp and several deep breaths.
"I can't… It's not mine."
"All this time… I needed to meet you!" He said smiling, lighting a cigarette for the journey. He opened it and a bright white light emerged, and he walked through it, through to death.
George walked home happily, he didn't quite recall last night, but he remembered being with Nina. As he opened the door he shouted out loud his thoughts.
"ME AND NINA ARE IN A RELATIONSHIP! AND LAST NIGHT WAS MARVELOUS!" He shouted, hoping to be heard. Mitchell ran out and shook his head at George.
"Annie was killed by Owen." He whispered. George's smile faded.
"Five minutes, to celebrate… That's all I wanted." He said sadly. They walked into the kitchen together, Annie stood there solemnly, thinking.
"All this time… The house, the pipework was telling us…" Mitchell sighed, "It was like it was a part of you-"
"Like she was affecting the plumbing." George interrupted, annoyed.
"It's stopped now hasn't it?" Mitchell asked.
"Well that's something." George beamed, but Annie glared at him
"Yeah, I find out that the love of my life killed me… But it's okay, because at least now we can wash up." Annie spat sarcastically.
"It was like he owned me, he loved me!" "He didn't though Annie…"
"He did! He loved me, and I loved him…" She paused for a moment, "I found out about Owen, I did things for him, I helped someone else passover… So what will it take for me to finish my unfinished business?" She asked.
Next time on Being Human Fanfiction:
Mitchell and Annie stood in the Kitchen chatting, a jar of coffee sat on the table, suddenly the lid popped off and the coffee exploded everywhere… Mitchell sat on the window sill swearing, when suddenly Annie walked in an a lamp exploded, glass flying everywhere. Fleur held a mirror and adjusted her makeup, when she saw where Mitchell should've been there was nobody, she turned around to see her son as she saw in the mirror and Mitchell walking beside him… Her mind must've been playing tricks on her! "We've been deluding ourselves, thinking we could be accepted here… Accepted by proper human beings! We are monsters! We deserve to be cast out!" George said as gangs of people threw rotten tomatoes and spray painted rude words on the side of his house.
"H-h-how did she?" George started.
"She's a poltergeist!" Mitchell interrupted abruptly rushing to aid Annie.
Another lamp burst into shards of glass.
"That was a gift!" George exclaimed, clearly upset.
"Control it Annie!" Mitchell said calmly.
"I DON'T KNOW HOW!" Annie replied sharply.
Short Credits:
Mitchell – Aidan Turner
Annie – Lenora Crichlow
George – Russell ToveyA/N – Not as long as the previous but longer than the first ;) This has taken so long to write, and although I enjoy doing them I just hate the fact that they take SO LONG! I do ask my friends to read sometimes and give their opinions and I feel maybe the 'next time' may have been a little TOO long… But ah well. Some of them complain my chapters are too long, but I think they're fine? Thoughts please! Xx