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: So this is the last chapter and it takes place a year in the future. I hope I did well capturing Annie's personality. I know it would have been nice for me to write about what happened in between Annie coming back and this chapter but isn't it so much better to just let your imagination run wild?

One year later…

The place was completely dark, but he moved with ease through the entryway and up the staircase. He found her sleeping on top of the covers in one of his t-shirts, a book in her hand. He laughed when he saw the title. One of those fantasy novels about glittering vampires and werewolves who nuzzled you instead of tearing you apart. He didn't know why she read that crap when she lived the real thing. He took the book from her hand and placed it on the nightstand before removing his t-shirt and jeans and climbing onto the bed to snuggle up behind her. He could feel her body wake up; a few seconds of alarmed tenseness before she relaxed against him. He buried his nose in her curls taking in her scent. He knew what it was like to be without the smell of her and he never wanted to experience that again. She turned around in his arms and found his lips in the darkness. They were long past the timid questioning kisses and they devoured each other without hesitation.

He rolled onto his back, pulling her to straddle his lap. A hand slipped under the hem of the t-shirt and lightly tickled the bare skin of her thigh. She giggled against his lips and he felt that familiar ache in his groin at the sound of it. His hand moved between her thighs and he gave her clit one long stroke with his thumb. She gasped and moved her hips against his hand. He quickened his strokes and slowly slid two fingers inside of her, reveling in her moans and sighs as he worked her body to an orgasm. Recovering quickly, she yanked his boxers down and then pulled the shirt over her head. They crashed back together, living only on the air trapped between their lips. He pulled her hips forward, urging her to take him into her body. She lifted her hips, sliding her wet heat up his shaft before sinking down, engulfing his hardness.

He couldn't contain the needy moan that flew from his throat. They began to move; his hands firmly on her hips, her fingernails scraping down his chest as she moved above him. Each thrust hit something inside of her that left her gasping for breath. Finally she came hard, her whole body going rigged and then relaxing. As she rode out her climax she brought on his. His hold on her hips tightened and he was sure he would leave bruises. When both of them stopped moving he rolled over onto his side, bringing her with him. This was his favorite way to hold her; her leg draped over his hip, one of his hands stroking her thigh and his other arm serving as a pillow for her head.

"I missed you." He said, pressing his forehead against hers.
"You saw me yesterday. Don't tell me you're going soft on me." She laughed when he gave her a phony expression of hurt. "Are you staying the night?"

He nodded. "Maybe I'll pop out to the video store and rent a movie. We can cuddle up on the couch and possibly miss the ending." He accented the last part of his statement by thrusting his hips against hers. She smiled at him.
"I can never satisfy you."
"Oh you satisfy me alright. I'm just greedy."

About an hour later Mitchell had showered, gotten dressed, and was headed out to the video store. As he closed the front door behind him and turned to walk down the street he saw someone out of the corner of his eye.

"Annie."

Annie stepped out of the shadows. He could tell she'd been crying, but all traces of sadness were gone from her face and had been replaced by anger.

"Mitchell." Her tone was blunt and accusing. By the way she spat out his name he could tell she knew.

"What are you doing here?" He tried to pretend as if he hadn't been caught doing something wrong.
"What are you doing here Mitchell?"
"You know I told you I come here sometimes. Kendra's helping me control the cravings."

"Oh please! Just stop lying!" She was closer to him now.
"I'm not lying, Annie! It's true. You saw me before Kemp sent you through that door. I wasn't myself and Kendra helps me take control of the hunger. I don't even think about it. "

"How could you think of anything with all that screaming she does?"
Mitchell's mouth clamped shut and the click of his teeth crashing together seemed to echo through the street.

"How long?"
Mitchell was silent. He couldn't think of anything to say or any way to apologize. He never meant for Annie to find out this way.
"I said, 'How long?'"

He took a deep breath and avoided Annie's gaze. "Three months after we brought you back." He murmured.

"Dammit, Mitchell!" A garbage can about four feet away from them flew into the wall, spilling trash all over the sidewalk. "What was it all for, then? You brought me back so I could watch you screw that whore you think looks like me?"
"Do not talk about her like that!" He couldn't control the volume of his voice. Somehow he had forgotten about Annie's feelings and could only focus on the anger he felt after hearing her insult Kendra. "You were gone and she was here! When you came back I couldn't just forget about her. I–I–"
"You what, Mitchell? Spit it out!"

"I love her." His voice was barely above a whisper, but Annie still heard him. He looked up just in time to see her entire face change. She looked like she did when she found out that Owen was the one who pushed her down the stairs. Her mouth was slightly open as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard and her eyes were filling with tears once again. She quickly pulled herself together, sniffing and violently swiping the tears that escaped from her eyes.
"I guess that's that." She finally said.
"Annie…" He reached out for her, not knowing what he would do when he touched her. She jerked away from him, taking a few steps back.

"No, Mitchell, believe me, you've said enough." She turned away from him as if she were going to walk down the street and then faded away, leaving him standing on the sidewalk by himself.

He didn't know how he'd gotten here. A year ago the only thing he could think about was how to get Annie back and then Kendra came into the picture. She looked like Annie, she sounded like Annie, but she definitely was not Annie. Kendra was soft in all the right places and hard everywhere else. She didn't baby him and she understood his past better than most of his own kind could. She was everything Annie wasn't and gave him everything Annie couldn't. When he first kissed Kendra he thought he was using her as a replacement, but during those three long months after Annie came back and he didn't see Kendra he realized he was using Annie as the replacement. Kendra was what he wanted. Kendra was what he needed. Because when he was with her, as he held her, kissed her, loved her, he could pretend just for a second that he was a different man.