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 is the chapter where i finally get to use that quote in the summary. lol. there's another chapter after this. and make sure to give me some of that delicious R&R!

night of the full moon

"You hungry?" Mitchell asked, absentmindedly tracing swirls on her bare shoulder with his index finger.

"Not so much hungry as I am thirsty. All this exercise has me parched."

They were lying in Mitchell's bed, the place where they'd spent most of their time the past few days. Kendra's head was resting on Mitchell's chest, her leg swung over his body, while Mitchell, lying on his back, had his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"Is juice fine?"
"Juice is perfect."

Kendra rolled over, allowing Mitchell to get up from the bed, and watched as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

"I hate you in clothes." She said, her face contorting in exaggerated disgust.
"I love you in clothes." He leaned over the bed and kissed her, "Because its so much fun taking them off of you." The sound of her uncharacteristically shy giggle created a tent in his boxers that was barely visible, but she still noticed.

"Hurry back, " She called after him in a singsong voice, "It looks like someone's getting impatient."

On the way to the kitchen Mitchell ran into Nina and was met with silence and a steely eye roll.

"What's wrong with Nina?" Mitchell asked upon seeing George at the table with a cup of tea. George placed his mug down on the table with both hands before removing his glasses to clean them, more out of habit than the fact that they were dirty.

"You and Kendra have been having a lot of sex."

Mitchell raised an eyebrow, not seeing the connection. George cleared his throat, putting his glasses back on.

"You and Kendra have been having a lot of loud sex."

Mitchell winced in embarrassment and turned away from George to fetch the orange juice from the fridge.
"Sorry about that." He said, his voice muffled by the hum of the refrigerator. George waited while Mitchell grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

"May I ask what started this relationship?"

Mitchell poured the juice into the glass, momentarily considering a lie in place of the truth. He finally sat down at the table, opposite George.

"When she first walked into the café that day you said she looked just like Annie."

George nodded. Mitchell's eyes were on the table and he couldn't figure out why, at the moment, it was so hard to look George in the eye.

"I guess that's why it started. 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." Mitchell finally looked up to see George's reaction. George was staring at Mitchell intently, hands gripping the mug. There were so many questions he wanted to ask him, but he finally settled on, "What are you going to do when she brings Annie back?"

Mitchell sighed and George could see the pain and confusion in his face.

"I don't know."

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Nina and George were gone when Kendra and Mitchell finally made their way to the room where Kendra carved the symbols days before. The room still reeked of the smoke from the fire they'd started the day before in order to cleanse the house. Earlier Mitchell had dug up the mug and he was currently gripping the cotton-covered dish so hard that his already pale knuckles were turning a few shades whiter.

"So, how does this work?" He failed at his attempt to sound nonchalant. Kendra didn't seem to notice.

"Well, it's a pretty simple process. The salt cleaned away the impurities of this world from the mug and only left whatever remained of Annie's essence."

It was strange to hear her say Annie's name. He didn't think he'd ever heard her say it.

"The only part that's actually a spell is creating the door. Once the door opens all you do is send the person's possession through the door. They sense it and as it leads them back into this world they are able to absorb the part of their essence left on their possession to help them take a form that will last when the door is closed."

Mitchell nodded. Kendra sat down in the middle of the floor, legs crossed, and opened the book from Octavia's. Mitchell sat next to her, placing the mug in front of them.

"You ready?" She asked, giving his knee a comforting squeeze. He placed his hand over hers and looked into her eyes. There were so many things he wanted to say to her, but couldn't put into words. He realized that he'd only told George part of the story because somewhere down the line this had stopped being about Annie. In just a few days Mitchell had become familiar with every inch of Kendra's body and gotten to know her as more than the girl who looked like Annie. Every time he kissed her he felt a fluttering in his stomach that he never thought he'd feel again and whenever she wasn't touching him he longed for the burn of her skin against his.

Kendra's gaze faltered at the intensity in Mitchell's eyes. She wanted nothing more than for him to pull her into his arms and tell her not to bring Annie back. When Annie walked through that door it would be like losing Daniel all over again, only different because as much as she loved Daniel she had never felt this way about him. She didn't know if she was lucky for having found two men in her life that she loved or extremely unfortunate for losing both of them.

"I'm ready."

Kendra's heart dropped into her stomach, but she pushed aside the hurt and gave him one of her brightest smiles before taking her hand back from him and opening Octavia's book. She took a deep breath and began to recite the spell, most of it from memory. As she spoke, the carvings in the wall began to glow red as if the remnants of Kendra's blood were neon gas. A large crack appeared in the wall and Mitchell watched as it twisted over the tattered wallpaper, making a rectangular shape leading down to the floor. The wall pulsed audibly and the white plaster fell away revealing a thick oak door which creaked open slowly. Although Mitchell squinted he couldn't make anything out in the darkness of the doorway.

Kendra turned her attention to the mug and it rose swiftly into the air, cotton cloth falling to the floor. The mug floated through the doorway. There was a minute of complete quiet and then Mitchell could have sworn he saw movement through the door. He saw the mug, gripped tightly in her hand before he actually saw the rest of her. She stepped over the threshold of the door and it slammed behind her.

"Mitchell?"