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Simon climbed in through one of the back windows of the community centre and reached up to take the bags from Kelly. He stepped back to let her in, glancing down the dark corridors. Why hadn't Curtis turned any lights on? Maybe someone would see. He found his mobile and pressed buttons randomly until the screen lit up, piercing the darkness a few meters. Kelly dropped down from the window and shut it behind her before taking back the pizza box and the Tesco carrier bag. They had found an all-night shop and dashed around it for a few minutes, picking up whatever looked vaguely useful. As a result, their bag was packed with biscuits, fruit, crisps, sports drinks, water and a few chocolate bars. Simon had thought they should get sugar-high foods though he wasn't sure how exactly to treat someone who had just come back from the dead. Then they had picked up a pizza, and headed for the community centre.

And now, in the dark, quiet corridors, their footsteps gunshots in the silence, Simon could feel his nerves rising once more. He didn't want to look at Kelly, but she could hear his thoughts anyway, so it didn't matter. Whatever she heard, she made no comment. They walked without talking. They stopped off at the cupboard so that he could drop off the spades and the torch. And then there was no more escaping it.

Kelly's steps grew quicker as they got nearer, but Simon let himself hang back. The lights were on in the place Nathan had settled in to, surprisingly bright compared to the dimness of the rest of the building. Up on the platform above them, Simon could see the dark form of Curtis against the railing, and a shape on the makeshift bed. He heard Kelly mumble something under her breath. He cleared his throat, waved when Curtis looked down. The other boy rose quickly to his feet, something flickering in his face. Almost like a warning. Simon frowned, but Kelly was already climbing the metal steps. Simon hurried after her, and almost ran straight into her when she stopped abruptly at the top. He almost dropped the bag, managed to stop anything from falling out. He craned his neck to look past her. She was staring at Nathan, whose lips were blue, skin bloodless, eyes almost purple... dead. Simon shot Curtis a panicked glance, but Kelly was already talking, her voice loud and harsh.

"Wot is this? Wot the fuck is this? You guys are sick, totally sick-"

"He died on the way over here," Curtis said helplessly, spreading his hands. "I dunno what it was, I just... I don't know when he'll come back again..."

"Come back?" she repeated, staring at him. "Wot are you... he's dead."

"He's immortal," Simon broke in, and then stepped back as she span to face him. He is, he continued in his head. I saw him. I swear I saw him.

"It's been about two hours now," Curtis said hesitantly. "I don't know how much longer it'll be. Did you...?"

"Yeah," Simon said, inching cautiously past Kelly. He set down the Tesco bag and then took the second bag and pizza box from Kelly and passed them to Curtis. Curtis set down the pizza box on a nearby box, and began to go through the food.

"We didn't know what to get," Simon said, watching him. "We just got cheaper stuff, so we could buy the pizza too."

Curtis nodded. He picked up the sports drinks, one in each hand. "These'll be good."

Simon sensed movement and glanced over his shoulder. Kelly had crossed to Nathan. For a few minutes she just looked at him, her face stricken. Then she shook herself and began to unpack the blankets. She spread them over Nathan's motionless corpse with surprising care, and then sat down beside him. She pressed her hands together in her lap. Simon and Curtis shared a short look. Then Curtis moved away to the wall and sat down, leaning his head back against the concrete and wrapping his arms around his knees. Simon sat down on one of the boxes, folding his arms, hunched over like a blackbird.

It seemed like now there was going to be nothing for them to do but wait.

Time passed, and Kelly felt tiredness begin to eat at her eyes. She didn't dare close them though. She couldn't bring herself to look away from the cold, lifeless corpse on the bed beside her that had once been Nathan. That could still be Nathan. She didn't want to touch him either: she had made the mistake of reaching for his hand at one point only to find herself clasping stiff, rigid, ice cold fingers that sent chills down her spine. It was as if she would be able to break off one of his fingers if she pulled too hard, the tips of which had turned blue. His skin looked almost translucent, and she could see tiny, spider-webbed blue veins reaching out from his temples, his neck, his eyelids. If she looked too hard, he almost seemed to have turn a pale shade of grey, or perhaps that was just the light. His lips were definitely blue, which was both disturbing and made him look as if he had been mucking about with goth make up. His hair looked unnaturally dark in comparison with his white face, and the fact that he was so damn still was something she still could not get over.

For all she knew, Curtis and Simon had got high and decided to play a cruel, unforgivable prank on her.

But what if they weren't...

Hours crawled by, and still she waited. She heard Curtis' breathing even out into sleep on the other side of the room, saw Simon begin to nod off on the boxes. And she waited. And her mobile showed 2:30am, 3:30am, 4:30am, 5:00am, and still she waited. Alisha was texting her for half the time, demanding for more details, complaining about how her parents were refusing to allow her to break her curfew again. She wanted to know everything that was happening. Kelly didn't know what to tell her. She replied non-committally, and as they wandered into the early hours she stopped replying at all, too tired to think clearly enough to key in the words.

When it finally happened, Kelly was so tired that she almost missed it completely.

It started slowly, not abruptly as she had expected. It started with a blink, a gradual rush of blood back into blue-tipped fingers. She watched his hands return to their natural colour blindly - only when his fingers twitched did she realize what was happening. Her gaze darted to his face, a sudden uncontrollable wave of emotion flooding through her as his eyes opened, closed, opened once more and stared at the ceiling, glazed but flickering with life. And then he took a breath, and just like that, he was alive again. She heard herself let out a small, strangled sound somewhere between a sob and a whoop, words suddenly empty to her.

Nathan rubbed his eyes with trembling hands, then allowed his gaze to shift dazedly around the room. Surprise danced across his face, closely followed by disbelief. And then his eyes fell on Kelly, and widened considerably.

"Kelly?" he said hoarsely. His voice sounded like a broken lawnmower rattling over concrete. And yet it still somehow sounded better than anything Kelly had ever heard. She felt a grin split her face, felt tears stinging at her eyes. She managed to blink them back, and when she spoke her voice stayed steady.

"All right, Nathan?"

He gazed at her, as if trying to memorize every inch of her face. Then he slowly pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked around. "How'd... I get out?" he rasped.

"Curtis and Simon dug ya up," she replied. "How'd ya feel?"

Nathan cleared his throat, and then then coughed hard, sending a spray of blood over his lips. Kelly's stomach flipped over, but she managed to hold back a yelp. Nathan brushed at it, his eyebrows angling comically upwards. He looked at her, at his hand, and back again.

"What did you do? I've never done that before!"

"Me?"

"All of you! You dicks that buried me alive! Jezus, you could've checked!"

"How were we supposed to know?" she demanded, but a smile was pressing through his anger already, and she felt herself unconsciously returning it. He sniggered quietly, rubbing one hand over his chest absently. Both of them found their gaze drawn down to the place the post had torn through him, and the pause turned distinctly more uncomfortable.

"So. I'm fucking immortal, am I?" he muttered, his smile suddenly forced.

"Looks like," she said. "Should've known you'd never let a little thing like death tell you when to piss off."

He frowned suddenly, pulled at the neck of his t-shirt to look down at his chest. His eyebrows jumped, and he quickly patted his top back down again, as if he had just witnessed some obscenity.

"Urgh. Gross."

"Wot?"

He just shook his head. He coughed again, cast his gaze around. "You got any food up here?"

She had completely forgotten about that. She rose quickly and crossed to the boxes to retrieve the Tesco bag, opting against the pizza. By the time she had turned around he had sat up slowly, and she suddenly saw how skinny he really was. His clothes hung around him like curtains; his jacket was almost dropping off his bony shoulders. She returned and spread out the food and drinks over his legs, emptied the whole bag. He fell on it ravenously, barely seeming to notice the difference between the different types. He devoured half with a few minutes, and she sat at the end of his bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, waiting for him to finish. He finally began to slow down halfway through his third packet of crisps.

"So you've all been sobbing your hearts out for me?" he asked jovially. "Were there keening mourners at my funeral? Ah, how my sad, tragic tale must have hit the papers..."

Kelly laughed. It was the first time she had laughed properly since... well, since he had been alive. He downed the remainder of one of the sports drinks, tossed it aside, moved onto the next. Her eyes caught on his skeletal hands, skin clinging to bone, wrists that looked as if they could snap.

"What was it like?" She spoke as if in a dream, barely meaning the words to actually escape from her lips.

He looked up at her sharply, freezing in mid-chew. His grip on the biscuit in his hand tighted until it crumbled, scattering over his lap. He licked his lips, something flickering in the back of his eyes like a curse. Like a memory that had scarred him more than she could ever understand. And then suddenly it had all vanished, and a condescending smirk curled his lip.

"Oh yeah, it was great. I've been popping up to heaven every five minutes, really nice place, lots of McDonalds there though, reckon the Americans must have got there first. A real party."

She wished she couldn't read his mind. Because now that she had started the thoughts coming, they wouldn't stop. She heard his ragged breathing, his endless denial, his sheer panic, rushing back to haunt him. She heard him trying to suppress it and failing. He wouldn't meet her gaze, far more interested suddenly on the crumbs in his lap.

She acted on impulse. If the others had been awake, should anyone have been around to see her do it, she would have held back. But it was just the two of them. And she suddenly didn't care if people might think she was pathetic or emotional or desperate. She shifted forwards and hugged him, clenching her fists in his hoodie, pressing her face against his shoulder. He held her back just as tightly.

And, just for him, she pretended she didn't feel the dry, hard sobs that shook through his chest. She pretended she had noticed nothing at all.

Not sure if that was a bit too fluffy for a series like Misfits... That'll be the last fluffy indulgence, promise.

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SUPRNTRAL LVR.