Title: Replacement Girl

Fandom: Being Human

Pairing: Mitchell/OC, mentions of Mitchell/Annie

Rating: M

Summary: "Because when we're together I can pretend just for a second that Annie is here again with me and I can hold her, kiss her…love her." Post Season 2 finale.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. If I did I would never let them out to play.

A/N: This one's pretty short, but I just wanted to explain the whole Daniel thing before I moved on with the rest of the story.

Mitchell woke up to the feel of something tickling his chin and glanced at the clock. It'd been six hours since he last checked the time and for a moment he wasn't sure how he'd managed to sleep for so long. That was until he realized what was tickling his chin. Kendra moved in his arms, a lock of her hair whispering over his skin. Her leg was draped over his body and her face was pressed against his chest, hidden by her hair. He instantly remembered why he was so tired. Suddenly, Kendra jerked awake, ramming her head into his chin.

"Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry!" She gasped, "Had one of those 'where-the-hell-am-I-and-who's-in-my-bed?' scares."

"No, it's alright." Mitchell grinned, before turning serious. He hadn't had the time during the six hours they'd spent in his bed to think about what he was doing. He sat up, resting his elbows on his raised knees, the sheet keeping his most intimate parts covered. Kendra could feel the change in his behavior.

"I at least thought I'd be gone before you got all gloomy and regretful." There was a long silence before Mitchell finally spoke.

"Kendra," He paused, trying to choose his words wisely; there were only so many ways you could say what he was thinking. "I'm sorry. It's just…you look so much like her and…you're here and she's not and I miss her and you have her hair and her smile and…I'm sorry. I really am."

"That's all that's bothering you?" Kendra asked incredulously, "You think you used me?" She fell back onto the bed laughing.

"Well…yeah." Mitchell turned to face her. "You're taking this better than I thought you would."

"I guess it's because I kinda used you too." She sat up, her back towards him and swung her legs over the side of the bed, pulling the sheet tightly around her. "You look like my boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, I don't really know what to call him anymore."

"Daniel?" Mitchell asked.

Kendra blushed. "So you did hear that. Can't put anything past a vampire."

Mitchell smiled and leaned back on the pillows, allowing himself to relax now that Kendra obviously wasn't bothered by the fact that he'd slept with her because she looked like Annie.

"Daniel," She continued, "was the best thing that ever happened to me. I met him on the subway. We moved in together, got a snazzy little flat in Flushing…we were happy." Kendra's voice broke and she stopped to take a deep breath.

"What happened?"

"Mugging. They wanted this flashy watch he was wearing. He wouldn't give it up. He was always so stubborn. I'm the one that bought if for him in the first place." By the time Kendra stopped speaking she was fighting back tears.

"I saw him again after that. He didn't cross over right after he died. His unfinished business was that we hadn't told me he loved me, yet. Once he did that he walked right through his door and told me not to try to get him back."

Neither of them said a word for a while. Mitchell lay there, listening to the shudder of her breathing.

"Can you do me a favor?" Kendra asked.

"Sure."

"Could you just hold me for a second…as if you were him?"

He moved closer to her, placing a kiss on her shoulder.

"Come here." He whispered, pulling her into his arms.