This story is set somewhere in episode 4 of series 2… enjoy :)

(Sorry if its not exact to the episode, I had no way of watching it back lol)

Oh great, thought Mitchell, Yet another man walks into Annie's life and oh look! She thinks he's marvellous. Mitchell had just been dragged into the hallway by Annie, she looked annoyed and he guessed it was probably because of his rudeness towards Sykes. But why was she so angry? This Sykes guy could be anyone, he just happens to turn up and save her from the door? Yeah right.

Annie was blabbering on about how Sykes was there to help and Mitchell was taking it all in with a pinch of salt. He said his piece and Annie marched back into the living room, leaving Mitchell standing alone in the hall. He felt angry; there was so much going on what with the vampires and with Annie and her doors of death, that he felt overwhelmed. Mitchell strode into the kitchen and listened as Sykes left the house, no doubt he was about to get another lecture from Annie.

*****

After Annie had yelled at Mitchell and George about them being over protective she'd left the house and went out with Sykes for a while. Mitchell felt deflated and needed time to recover from the shouting fest and so he forced himself to go and buy fish and chips from town.

When he got back George and Annie were sitting on the sofa watching TV, Annie looked up when Mitchell walked in, "Hey", she said.

Mitchell waved a gloved hand in her direction and took the fish and chips into the kitchen to plate up. Annie appeared next to him a moment later. She helped get the plates and cutlery out and then stopped to speak,

"He's gone", she sounded sad and troubled but Mitchell continued to share the fish out onto each plate. He licked his fingers before he spoke,

"Gone where?"

Annie played with the ends of her cardigan and looked at the greasy paper on the kitchen table, "I don't know. He's just gone", she paused, "I don't think he's passed over or anything, he just decided I didn't need his help anymore", she smiled slightly and Mitchell looked up at her.

He poured the last of the chips onto his plate and collected the paper they had been stored in, "So you're okay now? No more extra exits are gonna appear when you're around?"

Annie smiled and shrugged, "Well, I don't know about that. But I think I know how to stop them now", she folded her arms, "No more helpless Annie".

Mitchell placed a gentle hand on Annie's arm and leant down slightly to look into her eyes, "You were never helpless, Annie". He held her gaze for a moment and then she looked away, feeling a little embarrassed by the intimacy of the moment.

Annie grabbed George's plate of fish and chips and took it into the living room; she sat down and handed it to him, causing George's face to light up and then darken again. He spoke in a child's voice,

"No mushy peas?"

Mitchell flopped into the chair near the sofa and passed George a can of beer before he answered, "Didn't have any left".

George's mouth gaped open and he waved his arms out in shock, "So what am I supposed to dip my chips in?!"

Annie made a disgusted face as George continued his rant,

"This is- it's unbelievable! Unbelievable". He shook his head as he prized open his can of beer. It hissed as he pulled the metal ring on the top and beer squirted out in all directions, hitting Mitchell in the face and showering Annie's grey leggings. Her leggings dried instantly and all traces of the beer vanished, as for Mitchell, his face dripped and he held one eye firmly closed.

"Oh, for fuck's sake George!" Mitchell groaned. He wiped his face with the back of his hand and opened his eye slowly, he then looked at the hand he'd wiped his face with and moaned quietly. His glove was all sticky and smelt of beer.

George licked the side of the beer can he held in his hand and slurped around its rim. Then he smiled apologetically, "Sorry".

*****

After supper George plodded off to bed and Annie cleared away the plates and washed them up in the kitchen sink. She hummed as she scrubbed and jumped slightly when Mitchell appeared beside her. Mitchell held out his beer-stained glove with a somewhat naked hand and looked at Annie through dark lashes. She smiled and held out her hand,

"Okay, I'll wash it", she said in a motherly tone.

Mitchell smiled, showing his teeth in a lopsided grin, and Annie held out her other hand. At first Mitchell simply stood staring at it and then he understood. He spoke as he handed her the other glove,

"I don't think beer went on this one".

Annie scrunched up her nose as she took the glove and pulled the plug out of the sink, watching as the dirty water gurgled around and around before plummeting down the plug hole, "I'll wash them both", she paused, looking at the army-green wool, "When was the last time you washed them anyway?"

Mitchell shrugged.

"Have you ever washed them?" Annie replaced the plug in the sink, turned on the hot water tap and poured in some washing powder.

Mitchell shrugged again.

Annie's face screwed up and she dropped the gloves into the hot soapy water, "Mitchell! That's disgusting! How long have you had them? Like a hundred years?!"

Mitchell leaned back against the kitchen unit and traced circles on the floor with his foot, "I haven't had them all that time".

Annie started to scrub at them violently and Mitchell winced as the seventy year old wool began to stretch and pull.

"Hey! Be careful will yeh!" shouted the vampire.

Annie ignored him and carried on scrubbing, "Look, if I don't wash them thoroughly they're going to get up and walk out the house on their own okay?"

Mitchell huffed and walked upstairs to his room; he plonked himself on his bed and lay back slowly. His mind raced but he quickly fell into a deep sleep as he listened to the faint sound of the ghost downstairs.

*****

His eyes fluttered open slowly as the bright sunlight filtered in through the heavy curtains. He sat up, fully dressed as he'd fallen asleep without taking his clothes off, and rubbed his face with both hands. Mitchell then glanced around the room with sleepy eyes and jumped slightly as his eyes rested on the ghost sitting on the end of his bed.

Annie waved and handed him a cup of coffee which he took and drank in a flash. She then handed him a plate with two slices of toast on, complete with jam and treacle. Mitchell took the plate warily and devoured the toast as quickly as the coffee. When he'd finished he squinted at Annie and cocked his head to one side,

"O-kay, what's the occasion?"

Annie pulled her best innocent expression and placed a light hand on her chest, "Does there have to be an occasion?"

Mitchell frowned but shrugged it off as he got to his feet. Annie left the room as he got changed and waited for him at the bottom of the stairs. Mitchell charged down the stairs and pulled on his jacket; he placed his hand on the door to open it and then clicked his fingers,

"Are my gloves dry?"

Annie bit her lip and scratched her head. Mitchell stepped towards her, seeming extremely tall and wide, and Annie blurted out her response,

"I didn't realise they were so fragile and that they were also made of this really weird wool that kind of shrunk when I put the hot water on them and then the fabric softener turned them sort of peachy but I didn't know and it was an accident", she blew out a small puff of air and smiled sheepishly.

Mitchell's mouth hung open and he blinked a few times before answering, "Oh", he looked devastated.

Annie took his hand in her own milky-coffee one and squeezed his fingers, "I'm so sorry. I'll buy you some new ones".

Mitchell stuck out his bottom lip as though he was going to cry and Annie's eyes widened. But then Mitchell's face relaxed and a huge grin spread across his stubbled face. He slapped Annie's arm jokingly and spoke through sets of giggles,

"I've got another pair Annie", he laughed, "Its fine, I can wear them. I've bought a few pairs over the years".

Annie slapped his arm back and pointed an accusing finger at him, "You! I can't believe you let me think I'd destroyed your precious gloves! I am so going to get you back for this!"

They both laughed as Mitchell walked out the front door and Annie waved him off to work. Once she'd closed the door she turned towards the stairs and smiled evilly, now she thought, where are his sunglasses?

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