This story is set during episode 2 of series 2… enjoy :)

Mitchell stood in the kitchen with his hands resting on either side of the sink staring out of the window. He was tired and aggravated and really wanted to hit something. It wasn't just the fact that his old friend Carl had returned with more problems for Mitchell to sort out, it was the fact that Annie, his resident ghost, was becoming more and more obsessed with this guy Saul.

Mitchell refused to say he was jealous; he knew Annie should be allowed to make her own decisions and lead her own, er, death. But he couldn't stop the little green monster poking its ugly head every time the ghost mentioned Mr. Wonderful. Mitchell didn't want to feel that way about his friend, he didn't want to imagine the way she felt against his skin every time she walked by and he certainly didn't want to remember The Accidental Kiss they'd shared the year before. But there it was, his mind racing every time he saw her, his head aching from the force he had to use to restrain himself whenever she was around. He wanted Lucy, a normal girl with normal standards. He wanted a normal relationship with her but he just couldn't shake his feelings for Annie and he needed to tell her, to get it off his chest as it were.

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Annie walked into the house at around half three. George was still at work and Mitchell was making beans on toast in the kitchen. He heard the ghost sigh as she flopped onto the sofa in the living room and he braced himself for some more talk of the one and only Saul.

Mitchell finished pouring the beans onto his toast and carried it into the living room. He plonked himself on the overstuffed chair next to the couch and dug into his tea with his fork, accidently dripping beans onto his lap.

Annie didn't even flinch when the vampire knocked the stray beans onto the floor but instead she leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes, smiling slightly. Mitchell huffed and took another mouthful of beans. He spoke with his mouth full,

"Have fun at the pub?"

Annie took this as an invitation to drabble on about The One Who Can Do No Wrong and so leaned forward, using her arms to tell the story, "It was great. Saul came in at ten thirty. He was wearing his grey shirt today and well, you know how he looks in that!"

Mitchell forced a sickly grin onto his face and Annie continued,

"Then, when I was having my break Saul bought me a can of coke and-"

-"but you can't drink", Mitchell interrupted.

Annie rolled her eyes dramatically, "No. But it's the thought that counts and anyway, it was only sixty pence".

"Cheap skate", Mitchell murmured under his breath.

"And then, this afternoon he asked me to go to the cinema with him!" Annie clapped her hands together like an excited school child and smiled widely, showing her gleaming teeth.

Mitchell swallowed his beans dryly and dumped his plate on the floor; it spun lazily on its base and set down with a clatter. Annie's smile faded as Mitchell turned away from her slightly and flicked the TV on,

"What's the matter?" She asked.

Mitchell swivelled back around in the chair to look at the ghost, she looked confused and her bottom lip jutted out slightly. Mitchell sniffed, "Nothing. Well, actually, I'm just a bit sick of hearing about what's his face".

Annie mouth fell open and she folded her arms firmly across her chest, "Well sor-ry! I thought you'd be happy that I'd found someone who doesn't want to throw me down the stairs".

Mitchell winced at her words and spoke, a little forlorn, "How do you know he doesn't want to?"

Annie gasped loudly and stood up, flinging her arms in the air, "I can't believe you just said that! Not every man I meet wants to kill me you know! I can meet someone who is caring and loyal and loving!"

Mitchell ran a hand through his unkempt hair and sighed, "I didn't mean-"

"-It doesn't matter", Annie interrupted, "Saul is… He's just right, okay? I thought you'd be happy". She picked up the plate Mitchell had discarded and stormed into the kitchen. Mitchell listened as Annie turned the tap on at full blast and scrubbed violently at the plate. Probably wishing it was my face, he thought.

He turned the telly off and shuffled awkwardly into the kitchen where Annie was still scrubbing at the already clean plate. She turned when she heard him and thrust the blue-handled scrubbing brush towards the vampire,

"And don't think I need protecting Mitchell, you're not my Dad!"

Mitchell pushed his hands into his trouser pockets and kicked at the floor uneasily. He finally looked up and spoke in a hushed tone, "Sorry Annie. I didn't mean to be horrible. I'm a bastard".

Annie sploshed the scrubbing brush into the sink and turned back to face him, this time her face seemed serene, less angry, "It's okay, I know you're just being a big brother".

Mitchell's jaw locked at the word brother but he walked forward and took the ghost's hand in his own, "Friends?" He smiled and Annie couldn't help but smile back,

"Friends", she said.

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