A/N I am sorry about the last A/N I wrote not being in bold AGAIN. I use the same document for this story and just delete the text, so I'm sorry I can't retrieve it. Thanks though, and don't forget to review and also, I shall now put the A/N in italics.

Summary: Season 1 Episode 2 - Mitchell, George and Annie have the house guest from hell - literally. When George meets another werewolf called Tully it seems that he wants to stay on the sofa forever.
Aired: 1st February 2009 (That might be wrong :S )

Previously on Being Human Fanfiction:

"If you're going to knock it down again by attacking our friends and turning them into evil monsters of the night!" He sobbed.
"How the hell do you think I've survived for the last hundred years? There's no escape from what I am… I'm not like you, I don't get days off, it's a permanent thing!" Mitchell tried to reason.

"Herrick, this isn't your flaming lair, coming here and drinking from people in the night!"
"It was a social gathering, nothing more." Herrick commented. "And who's attacking people in their sleep?" Herrick asked, confused.

"And one night, I decided to go for a walk, I'd never been so scared, this thing was…"
"I was only scratched… I survived."

George woke up In the forest, alone, he was curled up in a ball in a pile of leaves. His face covered in dirt and scratches from the brambles and twigs. He sighed relaxing, he may have been naked, but at least there was nobody around to see it… Or so he thought.
"How the hell did you get out?" A man in a blue track suit and a white striped hat, crouched staring at George's back. "You've got no clothes, no transport, I guess you'll ring someone, and god only knows where you keep the change for the phone." The man chuckled. But George gasped and sprung to his feet, attempting to run away. Who the hell was he!
"George! Come back!" The man exclaimed standing up and following George who was running through the forest naked. "George, I know what you are!" He called. George gasped again, and stopped turning to face the man, he kept a hand over his private area and glared at the man.
"What?" George mumbled.
"I know what you are." He said again, George shrugged showing no interest, but inside he was panicking wondering if he should just pin the man down and attempt a Mitchell attack.
"And what's that?" George asked in reply.
"A werewolf." The other man said calmly, George attempted to laugh, unsure what to say, at a loss for words. He stuttered and stumbled upon his words and finally said.
"That's ridiculous!" George stammered. "Why would you say something like that?" He asked.
"Because I'm one too." The other man said.

*************************Being Human *********************************

George began to run again.
"Look I just want to talk!" The man sighed, "At least take some spare clothes." The man held out the bag, but George didn't take it. The man put the bag down and pushed it with his foot toward George who then picked it up. He opened it to see a green polo and some jeans. No pants, marvellous. George thought to himself pulling on the jeans first then the polo.
"Were'd you get the clothes?" George asked, "You said you transformed last night, but you're dressed, how do I even know if you're one of them?"
"One of them…" The man laughed as George pulled on some trainers.
"Every one of your senses are screaming at you telling you this is true." The man said circling George. "I've been doing this for years, and I've discovered tricks, not just the clothes but little things that make it just a little easier. I can help you George!" He said.
"I don't want it to be easier!"
"Hah!"
"Who are you anyway?"
"They call me Tully." The man said.
"Now don't follow me? Okay, don't follow me." George ran this time, he fled. He knew the way from here.

George kept knocking at his front door thinking about the events of this morning. Mitchell appeared at the door and beamed.
"George, excellent! Let me introduce you to everyone!" Mitchell pulled George inside.
"What?" George asked helplessly as he was dragged into the living room.
"Everyone! This is George." Mitchell said beaming, "He doesn't bite… Well only at a full moon!" Mitchell joked. "Anyway, this is Carol from number twelve, this is Lee from number ten, over here Alfred and Joyce, Rory, Imran and Cassy, the rest you will have to meet for yourself." Mitchell walked away into the kitchen smiling. George stood there helplessly looking like a tramp. He was at a loss for words again, so all he said was,
"Excuse me…" And followed Mitchell.
"What are all these people doing in our house?" He whispered in a matter of urgency.
"I've been thinking, this whole being human thing… It's to participate! To join humanity, what have we done, a few trips to the pub… It's pathetic." Mitchell said emptying some biscuits onto a plate for the guests. "This is what being human is about… Socializing!"
"This is a bit risky…"
"So, you want us to be even more odd by people thinking, oh there are three shadowy secretive people who never come out, never talk to anyone… Or three friendly welcoming guys who are nice and chatty and their door's always open."
"I don't just mean risky, for us…"
"We need to hide in plain sight." Mitchell said pulling out George's Star of David from his jean pocket and handing it to him. "Invite the world in." Was all he said walking back into the living room and serving the biscuits. George slipped on his glasses and Annie appeared on the floor, leaning against the oven. She would've been dead conspicuous (no pun intended) if not for the fact that she was dead and invisible to the world.
"Hi…" He mumbled, "What the hell has brought this on, since Becky died he's not left his room barely said a word, now t-t-this!" He exclaimed, ignoring the fact the doorbell was ringing.
"Maybe he's had a blow to the head… Happened to my nan, after that she was obsessed with Pigmy goats." Annie said hugging her knees.
"Can they see you?" George asked.
"No… Since I saw Owen, I've only been visible to supernaturals…"
"We have to stop this…" George exclaimed wandering into the living room. The he saw a man in a white straw hat and a blue tracksuit set himself down on the sofa. He turned around and waved at George wiggling his fingers.
"Oh, my…" George started, taking a breath, "bloody god!" He took the tea from Tully's hand and shoved him out the front door.
"What the hell are you doing here? I told you not to follow me!" George exclaimed.
"I didn't need to follow you mate, I've known where you've lived for weeks." He paused, smiling as George walked closer to him, "I was thinking about your friends, how I wanted to meet them."
"You are not meeting my friends!"
"I am 'ousetrained you know!" Tully said calmly feeling left out.
"I'm going to make this very very simple Tully…" George took a breath and finally said, "P OFF!" Then he turned around.
"Why? Answer me that one thing…" Tully said confused.
"I like to keep things separate, the house, is the house, and that thing is separate!"
"What's your greatest fear George?" Tully asked rationally.
"W-w-what do you think!" George spat, exasperated, and throwing his arms about. Tully wasn't latching on, he made a gesture for George to continue, "That I'll bite someone, that I'll kill someone!" He exclaimed.
"Then let me teach you how to prevent that from happening!" Mitchell opened the door and leaned out with a plate of biscuits, eating them contentedly.
"Everything alright George?" He asked.

Mitchell had invited Tully in, could George's day get any worse?
"Well… I was transforming, and I see something odd. These clothes, all folded neatly and I think, that's odd. It was after a full moon so my senses were still pretty sharp, and there is no mistaking that scent. I spend the next couple of weeks in the library researching in the newspaper on local websites."
"What were you looking for?" Annie questioned, intrigued by his story.
"Wolf attacks, animal attacks, anything I could find!" He paused and leaned in closer, "I was about to give up, when I find it. There it is, Scotland, two thousand and seven, tourist attacked by wolf! So now I've got a name, I had a pretty good idea of the place he was using to transform, then it was just a case of finding him." He smiled.
"So, you've been sleeping rough?" Annie asked.
"Well… Uh yeah, now 'n' again someone'll offer me a bed, but that usually means sharing!" Tully winked at Annie, and George sighed.
"Love to see George living like that, he had a panic attack at the Eden project." Annie whispered, but George heard her and glared.
"Tully is as Tully does." Tully said smirking, Annie burst into laughter, she really liked Tully. Mitchell was okay with him, as long as he didn't cross the line then he was sure they'd be okay within friendly terms.
"Can I ask you a question?" Tully said pointing at Mitchell.
"Please." Mitchell smiled, grin and bear it. He thought to himself.
"Not many vampires would break bread with a werewolf."
"Wasn't really a question but… Uh – yeah… I'm lapsed."
"Ah, a mirror can reflect what someone looks like, yet their personality is reflected within the friends they chose." And Tully continued to rant.
"Is staying outside really that hard?" George mumbled.
"Why don't you stay with us?" Mitchell asked, beaming.
"WHAT!" George exclaimed, eyes opening wide.
"Just for a couple of days, that's all…" Mitchell said plainly.
"I wouldn't want to impose…"
"Oh no you wouldn't!" Annie intervened helplessly looking at Tully.
"Fresh air is the best cure… You know…" George tried to say, but Mitchell glared at him.
"Well, then it's settled."

George joined Mitchell in the kitchen.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked.
"I told you, we have to embrace humanity." Mitchell replied raiding the fridge.
"No but he's not human…" George reasoned.
"Well, in that case neither are you…" Mitchell sniggered.
"It's Annie I'm thinking of here… You know… Very vulnerable and Tully here is putting her under a lot of strain! You can see that…" George stammered pointing at Annie.
"Mm, sure looks like it." Mitchell sniggered again watching Annie laughing and talking to Tully whilst wearing his hat.

Annie wandered downstairs in the morning, she inhaled the scent of freshly cooked eggs and bacon. She silently tiptoed into the kitchen to see Tully in his blue dressing gown with a frying pan cooking up eggs and bacon.
"Uh, what's this?" She asked sweetly.
"Morning, boys 'ave gone to work." He paused and smiled, "Thought I'd made you some breakfast."
"I can't eat…" Annie said as if Tully was stupid.
"What?" He asked.
"I can't eat, I'm a ghost."
"Oh my god." He put his hand to his head in embarrassment.
"It's fine! Well it's bonkers really, but thank you!" She paused, "So how did you sleep?"
"Yeah. Like a baby." They both went silent for a bit, then he pointed at her and said,
"Can I ask, d-do you sleep?"
"Mitchell said I should try, even if it's just a doze, says it'll do me good but, I don't know. Don't think I want to."
"Why?" Tully whispered.
"Well, I dream." Was all she said in reply.
"Seems a right old shame to waste good eggs, so do you mind if I just…"
"Oh yeah sorry." Annie moved so Tully could sit down.
"Can I watch you?"
"I'm sorry, what, watch me eat?"
"It was, when I was with Owen, sometimes I'd wake up really early and come down and make him breakfast and he'd come down and sit with me and we'd talk…"

"Mrs James." George pushed a wheelchair with an elderly lady sitting mumbling to herself.
"And she is in my ward because?" Nina asked snobbily.
"Doctor Nuel sent me, he said it was all arranged."Nina scoffed at this, bur crouched down to talk to Mrs James.
"Hi Mrs James, I'll get Sasha to make you some tea." Mrs James nodded as Sasha rushed over and took her from George. Nina took George into a corner and scowled at him.
"Here's a little thing, Doctor Nuel is an ass! This has been proven by scientists!" She paused to scratch her head. "We haven't got any beds, and he knows this because he called me and I told him 'we haven't got any beds!' but you see what he's done is, discharged her from A&E and sent her here anyway. By now somebody else will be in Mrs James's old bed and this leaves her, per say without portfolio." Nina spat.
"So where do I take her?" George asked, trying to do his job.
"What's your place like?" She shrugged looking at her clipboard.
"What?" George asked astonished she'd ask such a thing.
"I don't know, could be the start of something, she is a twinkle."
"I-I can't take her home." George said.
"Tip for the future, if you think a doctor is lying, check if their lips are moving. Just turn around walk away and I will deal with this." She said sighing and sitting at her desk.
"Look… I-I-I'm sorry…"
"How long have you worked here?" Nina asked George.
"One year."
"Ooh, then you should know better." She snarled rummaging in her desk drawers. Taken aback George left.

"Okay, let's get this over with." George glanced at his kitchen table, it was covered in little trinkets and bits-and-bobs that served no purpose in his household. Tully stood over his things like he ruled them, like they were his minions.
"Preparation is the key." Tully said plainly.
"Is this going to take long?" George asked sighing and biting his nails. He couldn't give a damn about Tully, or his ideas, or where he was sleeping. Matter of fact, George just wanted Tully out, because Tully was O.. Obliviously Using Things, such as the couch for instance. Tully lived on the couch, but not today… He stood over his pile of things snapping his fingers at George.
"What we need first, spare set of clothes. Wet wipes-"
"Uh, wet wipes?"
"To clean yourself up a bit…"
"Banana's! In case you haven't eaten during the night. Oh… Has your stomach adjusted yet?"
"How do you mean?"
"Like… Raw meat… First few months of my werewolf transformations, I used to throw up all these animals I'd eaten… It was vile." But Tully continued, "Water, for rehydration and emergency pound for the phone."

George and Tully walked through the forest toward a small rundown shelter, to George this looked like a really big version of an Anderson Shelter for World War II. Tully opened the door and inside was a table, it was perfect.
"Couldn't I transform in here?" George asked.
"Too risky." Tully replied ransacking through the blue bag he'd brought. "Perfect place to leave all your wet wipes and clothes, but you can't stay here."
"Why not?" George asked spinning around to face Tully, unsure of where he was going with this. "Buy some padlock for the door, perfecto!"
"What if someone hears you, calls the police, guns, tranquilizers… Then you're trapped, no escape. Then it's off to a freak show for you and you've revealed the existence of mythical creatures to man-kind. Then the hunt will begin, if there's werewolves, then there has to be vampires and ghosts-"
"I get the picture." George interrupted.
"It's better off in the outdoors where you can make a quick getaway!"
"What about them? It's not safe for them with me running all over the countryside." He said plainly yet proving his point.
"Ah, that's what this is for." Out of the bag, Tully pulled a chicken on a string. "Chicken on a string…" Tully paused waiting for a reaction from George. Nothing. "Using the shed as a centre point, miles or so in diameter, dragging this behind us. You'll stalk around for a bit, until eventually you'll pick up the scent of the chicken, then if you follow it, it'll just take you in a wide circle and you won't stray beyond, you're safe." George couldn't admit it to Tully, but he was ultimately impressed by this pure ingenuity, this was a revelation! He'd had no idea that you could do things like this to tame the wolf in him! He smiled to himself as he thought that maybe he might like Tully after all.

Mitchell and Annie had clearly had enough of Tully, Tully was sprawled across the sofa, George sitting next to him. Tully had no manners and was scratching his private parts and laughing at a television program. Mitchell came in with a cup of coffee, two sugars as always, and was going to sit down when he saw there was nowhere to sit.

Annie was going to make some coffee for Mitchell and had a fresh mug ready, she put in the sugars first, just how Mitchell liked it and was going to get the coffee, when she discovered the jar was empty. Tully had drunk all the coffee! So she went to the fridge, hoping Mitchell could make do with just a sandwich for lunch, when she saw a little origami swan sitting on the top shelf… Was he trying to seduce her?

Mitchell again, decided to take a shower, he wandered down the stairs in his red vest and jeans, a towel slung over his shoulder, when he opened the door to the bathroom Tully came out.
"Don't go in there mate." He walked past Mitchell, and Mitchell was left looking into the bathroom. A ferocious stench came to his nose. Did Tully have the decency to flush or even close the toilet lid. This was getting ridiculous, Tully was taking advantage of everything he owned.

Mitchell lifted up the sofa cushions and fished out his house keys, when the doorbell rang he wandered to the door and opened it. Lauren stood at the door, smirking wearing sunglasses to shield her eyes from the sun.
"When are you going to leave me alone!" Mitchell exclaimed snarling at her.
"Aren't you going to invite me in?" She asked rhetorically.
"No."
"It wasn't a question, and besides you don't want this conversation happening on your doorstep." She turned around and waved at a neighbour and shouting 'hello.' To prove her point.
"Jesus Christ… Come in!" He slammed the door behind her and pinned her against the wall, holding her neck firmly.
"When will you leave me alone!" He asked again pressing down harder.
"Ah! Ugh, Mitchell I can't – Ugh – Breath!" She exclaimed trying to put her hands to her throat. "You're killing me!" She muttered before her head went limp and her eyes closed. Mitchell wondered if she was playing dumb. He kept his hand firm on her throat, his brow furrowing. She finally opened her eyes, getting bored of her mind games.
"Oh wait no, you already did that." She smiled. "I know what this is, you're still mad at me for killing your friend…" She murmured getting a little uncomfortable now.
"She was twenty years old!" He said through gritted teeth.
"So was I!" Lauren reasoned. "Are you planning on letting me go?" Mitchell let go of her and shoved her across the room.
"Herrick's already cut me off from the rest of the vampires, if he thinks sending you-"
"Why is this always about Herrick!" Lauren shouted. "What is it with you two, you're like obsessed with each other, that's like totally gay!"
"So what do you want!"
"I miss you." Lauren said plainly. She leaned in closer to him, seducing him, whispering her thoughts to him. He could feel her cold breath against his cheek as he leaned against the wall helpless.
"I-I-I can't…" Was all Mitchell said pushing her back.
"When I look at you I get hungry…" She said sweetly.
"Just get out." Mitchell said grabbing hold of her.
"Give in to it! Let that darkness take you!" She whined as he threw her out of his front door. He leaned against the door feeling relieved, but she opened the letterbox this time and called through.
"You don't get it do you? It's like Hotel California, you can checkout but you can never leave." Then she closed the letterbox and left.

George opened the door and slammed it shut, leaning against it he said.
"This has to stop, I can't do another conversation about Vin Diesel!"
"It's good we're doing this! Especially as long as the door is open like this… It sends a message."
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing… It uh- Came over." Mitchell replied taking plates to the kitchen. Annie sat on the sofa watching both of them.
"Sent a message to what?" George asked, "Is there something you're not telling us."
Annie looked up at Mitchell almost agreeing with George.
"What?" Mitchell asked. "A few weeks ago, Tully was in London and got attacked by some vampires."
"Vampires are grade one a-holes this is not a new thing." Mitchell replied firmly.
"Yeah but Tully says it's happening more and more, like suddenly they've stopped hiding, but it's the things that they're saying now about time… How their time in coming." George said.
"Vampires have been saying their time is coming since the crusade, every now and then someone comes along and they get everyone all exited, never means anything."
"What so, something has been happening…" Annie asked, sitting up.
"It's nothing!" Mitchell reasoned.

Mitchell and Annie were sitting on the doorstep when George came outside.
"Oh, George you know the isolation room you've been using to transform in?" Mitchell said as he came outside.
"Yeah…" George said groggily.
"Health and safety said it's unsuitable, it's too remote and there's no windows. The site officer looked like he was bursting into tears every time he went down there." Mitchell kept his cigarette lightly touching on his bottom lip as he was holding it.
"So?" George asked.
"So, after next week, you can start using it again." He blew out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. "You know to transform in."
"Oh… I don't know." George said. "Think I'm better off curled up in the lap of mother nature." Mitchell chuckled as George leaned against a wall.
"Oh alright." He smiled taking another puff of his cigarette. "Wait what?"
"I thought you said that changing out in the open was risky and dangerous because you might hurt or kill someone, since when did you stop thinking that?" Annie asked, slightly worried about George.
"Look, don't try to understand George." He said leaning against the wall still.
"George, George who?" Annie asked confused.
"M-m-me…" George stammered.
"So Carol from number twelve is going to lend us Casablanca." Mitchell said, attempting to change the subject.
"Why?" George asked.
"I'm only in it!" Mitchell beamed enthusiastically.
"Get out!" Annie screamed.
"Yeah… I'm just an extra." Mitchell replied smiling. "In the bar, and you can't see me, but at one point I do accidently knock over a chair."
"I can think of a better way to spend the evening than watching Mitchell knock over a chair is Casablanca…" George said.
"Ooh, someone's changed their tune…" Annie glanced at George. "You love old movies!"
"Hey… George is as George does."
"I cannot believe you just said that!" Annie exclaimed.
"Did you really just say that?" Mitchell asked, throwing George an odd look.
"Oh my god, you're Tully's mini-me!" Annie glared at George and both her and Mitchell burst out laughing, George walked away down the hill in a strop.

Annie was in the kitchen making some tea because she was a bit bored when Tully came up silently next to her.
"You always wear the same clothes…" Tully said.
"Oh, yeah… Well I kind of died in them." She laughed, "Lucky it wasn't a squirrel suit or a star wars costume!" She began to giggle when Tully caught her arm she stopped.
"You're so cold and squidgy, like snow…" He said squeezing.
"Tully… That hurts!" Annie exclaimed. He let go.
"Just messing with you." He said firmly. Annie backed up and walked toward the fridge. "I'm sensing mixed signals sent from a ghosty…" Annie became scared. "If you could feel that, could you feel a kiss?" He asked, leaning in but Annie rented a ghost and Tully was left kissing the fridge door.

Annie appeared on the street outside, she saw Lee from Mitchell's social gatherings and ran up to him sobbing.
"I need to find the hospital I need to speak to my friends!" No reply, he couldn't see her, as she said that she head the conspicuous sound of an ambulance siren coming from down the far end of the street. She ran after it. She wondered what it would feel like if a car drove straight through her… She shuddered, she must've looked like a right idiot, well if people could've seen her they might've thought she was a simpleton of some sort… Running down the street, chasing an ambulance in the middle of the road.

George sat on a chair chatting to Mrs James in Nina's ward. She was a friendly woman and George enjoyed her company. Nina stood there watching, and finally George put his seat aside and wandered over to Nina.
"What were you doing with Mrs James, have you been bothering her?" She asked.
"I was just talking to her." George said confusedly.
"About what?" Nina asked rudely.
"New Zealand if you must know." George replied.
"Why?" Nina asked impatiently.
"Her son lives there…" George shaking his head, wondering why the hell she wanted to know all this.
"I mean why were you talking to her?" She asked clearly aggravated and exasperated on the subject.
"The other day I took her to her thing and she said she wasn't getting any visitors, so I said I would visit her…" He said. "I was only being kind!" Nina scoffed and laughed.
"I suppose that easier than actual work." She said.
"It's my day off!" George grumbled, Nina looked guilty as soon as he'd said it.
"Oh…" She coughed, "Well right, ur, that's good."
"Can I go now?" George asked.
"Yeah." Nina stepped aside so George could leave.

Mitchell was walking home, carrying plastic bags of shopping when he heard sobbing.
"Mitchell!" Someone called out, he spun around and saw Annie curled up in someone's garage.
"Annie?" He asked pulling down his sunglasses. She sobbed and pulled herself up.
"What're you doing here?" He asked, Annie ran up to him and threw her arms around him sobbing.
"Annie… Tell me what's happened…" Mitchell said firmly and seriously.
"Tully happened." She sobbed into his jacket.
"I knew he was bad news."

Tully ran down the stairs and was going to sit down on the sofa when Mitchell appeared in front of him and chucked his hat across the room.
"Time to go!" He said fiercely.
"Thought my ears were burning…" Tully commented. "What if I don't want to go?"
He asked.
"I wasn't offering a choice." Mitchell replied glaring at Tully, Tully was a disgrace and always would be. Tully gulped. "George got a say in this?"
"I'll talk to him." Mitchell replied abruptly.
"Do." Tully said as George entered. "What's going on?" George asked looking at Annie hiding behind Mitchell and Tully glaring at Mitchell on the sofa.
"Tully is leaving." Mitchell said plainly.
"What, why?" George asked, upset.
"I wish I could say mate."
"I know it was only a suggestion, but it was only going to be for a couple of days. Instead it's been weeks, so I think now is the time for him to be leaving."
"He's creepy!" Annie interrupted through choked tears. "And he frightens me."
"Creepy! You're dead!" George retorted. "Look George, get this, he stinks out the bathroom, he eats all the food-"
"Oh that's nice! That's generosity to our guest!" George said sarcastically.
"He's upset Annie and peeing off the neighbours! He's a tw-"
"Well then he's my tw-" George interrupted Mitchell.
"That sounded better in your head than it did aloud didn't it?" Mitchell interrupted George.
"I mean, he's my friend." George said plainly.
"So what the hell am we?" Mitchell retorted clearly offended.
"I don't know Mitchell, I don't know." He paused, "Why haven't you helped me, why is it Tully that's been telling me how to manage my condition?"
"You can barely admit you have a condition!" Mitchell spat.
"WHY IS IT TULLY, WHO IS SHOWING ME HOW TO TALK TO GIRLS!" George shouted.
"Showing you how to talk to girls…" Mitchell turned to face Annie, "What are you, twelve?" He asked.
"You know the difference between you and him?"
"Hmm I don't know George, really haven't a clue!" Mitchell said sarcastically. "How about I don't have to shave my palms!"
"Ooh…" Tully whispered under his breath, determined not to be heard.
"I think that's actually racist!" George said looking offended and taken aback.
"Shut up!" Mitchell spat.
"Tully wants me to be myself, to be strong, to be independent!"
"Turning you into his clone doesn't make you strong and independent!"
"Well I suppose you know all about turning people into flaming monsters!"
"Oh for Christ sake George! He pretty much assaulted Annie!"
"And I bet she loved it!" George spat not caring for Annie's feelings, not caring for Mitchell… Mitchell hadn't helped him all these years, and finally the man that was going to help him was someone he had barely even known. Let alone liked. Mitchell stopped silent and shook his head in disbelief and couldn't believe the disrespect he was showing toward Annie.
"What's happened to you?" Mitchell finally asked in a gentler voice.
"He stays." George didn't reply, just commented. "My choice." He paused, "Come on." He said to Tully who eagerly got up and followed him.
"I think I'm going to like it here." Tully smirked as he left and Annie disappeared, leaving Mitchell alone in their undecorated living room. Mitchell hammered his fist against the wall and ran upstairs to Annie's room. He pushed open the door to reveal a sobbing Annie sitting in her arm chair, hugging her knees. He stood leaning against the doorframe as Annie looked up.
"It's like we're losing him." She said. "Everything's just… Falling apart."
"Nah…" Mitchell said wandering into the room and sitting on the floor, his back resting against the chair.
"Things move and shift, and then they settle, it's like those snowstorm things… What are they called?"
"Snowstorms." Annie replied raising her eyebrows.
"Yeah, about so big… Glass." He made a gesture with his hands.
"They're called snowstorms."
"Right well, you shake them and it's all mad and then it settles again, that's what time's like."
"Nothing fazes you does it?" Annie paused, "You never get scared…"
"I wish that was true." Mitchell said staring at nothing, Annie climbed down and sat next to him.
"Look I want you to be honest with me, uh – is this it, if nothing changes will I just stay like this, here but not here forever?" Mitchell went silent.
"Yeah…" He nodded solemnly.
"Thanks…" She said quietly, contemplating what would happen, Annie turned to face Mitchell, and he kissed her. Straight on the lips. He leaned back and smiled broadly, his black curls falling over his face.
"I was going for your cheek…" Annie commented, Mitchell placed his fingers to his lips, then sucked his lips in.
"I felt that…" He said smiling.
"What did you feel?" Annie asked, her smile fading just a little.
"It was a bit cold, a bit tingly…" He licked his lips, "Like kissing someone who'd come in from outside." Annie smiled, her mouth open in disbelief.
"But it was nice!" Mitchell added on the end, beaming. "Did you feel anything?" He asked.
"Yeah…" She looked away, "Yeah I felt something." She chuckled, Mitchell put his hand on her shoulder and stood up and left the room.

George was only starting to realise how things were falling into place as Tully said, click, click, click, but not in the way George wanted. He was starting to realise how he shouldn't have left with Tully, how he should've stayed with his friends… They didn't understand him as a werewolf, but at least they understood him as their friend. Tully just accepted George as his apprentice, almost didn't care. And on the eve of his transformation, he realised how selfish and self-centred Tully really was. A brat or a snob some people would've described him.
"It took me two years to find you!" Tully exclaimed in the darkness of the shed in the woods.
"Two years? What do you mean?" George asked, worried now… Could Tully be a stalker? Tully and George stood there in the silence of the darkness, the twilight enveloping George, making him have a strange intuition that maybe Tully wasn't who he thought he'd been. Like a stalker online, you only know the real them until you meet them… And then they turn out to be someone totally different to who they said and pretended to be. But instead, this was real life. Just mind games, tricks, and pretending… Until that final moment when you became vulnerable, at that moment when they could tell you everything, because they knew that the dead, can't share secrets. And then, they'd hurt you in some way, physically, or verbally… After that you'd never see them again… But Tully wasn't like that, Tully was George's friend. Right?
"I was the one who attacked you George!" Tully whispered, seeming proud of himself. "I'm the one who gave you this gift!"
"What!" George said, tears welling up in his eyes. He staggered back…
"I don't remember what happened that night…" Tully said firmly, smirking, "But then, I saw it in the paper! That someone had died, and that the other person had survived, and I knew… Oh how I knew, when it gave me the idea that the thought of you, everytime I closed my eyes!"
"No!" George choked through his tears, "That's not true…" He sobbed.
"George, I was going to tell you straight away… I almost did…"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU!" George spat.
"i-i-it's a compliment! The next best thing, it's a glorious thing!"
"This isn't a glorious thing! It's a curse!" George raged, unable to control his temper… What would happen if he inflicted this on others? The monster he would become, even when he didn't have the wolf in him, he'd know that he'd caused someone so much pain and suffering… It would be unbearable!
"This isn't the gift, it's God stamping on us with his boots!"
"Let's go George, come on…" George shook his head and backed up toward the door.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" He shouted again, wanting to punch Tully. He'd known Tully was trouble from the start, what had made him change his mind, to accept Tully? What had made him…?
"Because I needed you to need me first!" Tully exclaimed trying to show reason. "I saw you, and I wanted that too!" George pounced at Tully, pushing him backwards, his hands gripped firmly around Tully's neck. He resented Tully, he loathed him with a passion that he'd never felt before, he'd never felt this surge of energy… If he killed Tully, that would brand him a murderer! It would be as bad scratching someone!
"Everything you said! This whole time! Has been a lie!" George sobbed, letting go of the grip on Tully's neck.
"I lost everything… I had a wife and a son I lost them!" He paused, "I just wanted to find the last human that I had a connection with!" He put a hand on George's cheek.
"I had a son!" He exclaimed as George threw Tully to the ground and fled. He left the shed and ran, Tully following behind pleading for forgiveness of his sins.

When George got home he opened the door cautiously, what if Mitchell and Annie would never forgive him…? As he walked in he kicked a blue disk on the floor, with ease he picked it up, not caring to read it. Annie leaned around the Kitchen doorway.
"Where's Tully then?" She asked.
"Gone." George nodded. "I'm sorry, I really am, so sorry… I don't know what's happening to me." He sighed. "This is going to become a habit. I come in here… Look at the wreckage and say sorry." Mitchell glared at George as he stood behind Annie, Annie just smiled and scoffed in a friendly way.
"What's that you've got there?" She asked pointing to the disk.
"I don't know, it was on the floor when I came in… I assume it's Casablanca…" George smiled.
"Ooh! Cool! I'm going to pop it on!" Annie said taking the disk from George and putting it into the Television. Annie wandered into the Living room and Mitchell went up to George.
"My name's George, and I'm a werewolf." He said plainly.
"Hello George." Mitchell said trying hard not to smile, but failing.
"A warning, if you try to hug Mitchell, he will try to kiss you…" Annie said smirking.
"I leave you alone for five minutes and you've snogged her?" George laughed.
"It was like being attacked by an ironing board!" Annie joked.
"If I intended to kiss you I would've put on some chap stick first…" Mitchell commented matter of factly. Annie pressed play on the video and all of they sat down to watch.
"What the hell is this?" George asked clearly bored as they watched a man walked into a room and sit on the bed.
"Who's he talking to… Is he a mental dude or something? Because my nan did that with the pigmy goats too… She'd sit there talking to one and like, there'd be nothing there…" Annie said. As soon as Mitchell saw that the man was talking to nobody he stopped… They all watched curiously as an invisible figure moved in for the kill, and as the man was pulling at thin air, blood dribbling down his neck.
"He's dead." Mitchell said finally.
"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."
"You're kidding me right?" Annie asked, disgusted.
"No… I've seen these before, vampire make films of themselves going in for the kill, and then they send it about."
"Why?" George asked.
"Same reason we watch video's on Youtube…" Mitchell said. "Entertainment."

* A/N - Apologies if you liked this scene, I started to write the scene with Tully the rope and George, but then I decided not to as I wasn't sure if it was appropriate for the rating T. I wasn't quite comfortable with writing that anyway… Seeing as I cut out all the swearing and some scenes I didn't find that were needed or appropriate. Apologies – Enjoy the last bit. (Continues from where George and Tully transform) *

George and Tully had started to transform in the same room, George wasn't quite sure how they'd ended up in the shed together, but he needed to get out and now. He pushed Tully out of the doors and locked himself in the shed, it was coming, the beast within was coming… George began to experience excruciating pain as his spine cracked and he fell to the floor in agony. His face got longer as he grew a muzzle and his body shrunk to a dog size.

Tully awoke in the morning, and George was standing over him in a blue hoodie looking down at Tully, Tully's face was stricken with large bleeding cuts. His back bare revealing the tattoos on his back. He glared at him.
"The first time we met, you didn't know what you were doing… I understand that. The second time, now there won't be a third." George dumped a large plastic bag before Tully, it had some fresh clothes, a banana and a pound coin. And with that George walked away.
"This is you now!" Tully called after him. "There's no cure, no way out, it's in every cell, the only thing left is your conscience!" He paused to get up with strain, "There will come a time where you'll surrender that too! And you'll use what you are." Tully said.
"You're wrong." George replied firmly, then he walked away from Tully for good.

Mitchell stood up and rummaged in the dustbin, and out he pulled a blue disk, which George had been holding earlier.
"You can checkout but you can never leave." He recalled Lauren's words and mumbled them to himself. His eyes flickered ebony for a second, but then returned normal.

Next time on Being Human Fanfiction:

"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 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.

A/N: Okay, so what I have been doing is sitting and just rewinding and rewatching the episode I'm using and writing everything they say and every move they make, and that's how these turn out. Now this one was surprisingly longer than the last… As this is 7000 words EXACTLY! I'm cutting out irrelevant and inappropriate scenes also. Please review thanks! Xx