OMG!! I finished a fic!!
Well, here we are. A landmark moment in my life. The first fic I have actually finished which has a respectable plot.
I'm only working in two fandoms at the moment, Being Human and Merlin (♥s to both) and since when I wrote this I had just finished watching the last episode of the current series of Being Human (which I'm betting will take about six monthes to come back on T_T) this fic is Being Human. (contrary to the icon, which is what I will use for all slash, until I find something else)
Written for the prompt "Things That Go Bump In the Night" given by toestastegood here (the community comment_fic, which for some reason I can't link to, but don't click here at work, their slogan is "bite sized bits of porn".
Title: Things That Go Bump in The Night
Characters/Pairing: Annie, George/Mitchell
Rating: nc-13 / pg
Summary: She desperately wanted the book back. It was like a companion. A very scary, disturbing companion. But a companion just the same.
Annie replaced her bookmark in her book and re-wrapped her fingers around her mug.
It was cold.
She had only stopped reading because the electricity was down again and she couldn't read, but she desperately wanted the book back. It was like a companion. A very scary, disturbing companion. But a companion just the same. Now it had left her all alone in this house with these thoughts left in her head.
Damn Mitchell.
"It'll be fun. Reading horror books now isn't like before, now it's like comedy."
But if anything that made it worse, like these things could exist.
She desperately wanted to go back to the book and see if these shadows could be got rid of. That was how books ended right? With the evil monster-thing destroyed? But . . . y'know, only if they're evil. Not like her and George and Mitchell.
There was a THUD from downstairs. Annies eyes widened just a fraction, and she curled furthur in on herself in her chair.
She wondered if the increased paranormal activity in their house might be like a beacon for others. Could evil things be brought here? Like fish on a line, reeled in by the existing not-quite-life forms.
Or maybe now the house had filled it's quota? Maybe if another something turned up it would just say, "No, thank you. I've allready got a ghost, a vampire and a werewolf, try number sixteen."
She hoped so.
There was a creak.
She squeaked a little into her hand which was curled around her hand.
This was silly. She's a ghost for christ's sake! Nothing should be able to hurt her! She scanned the room for George's cricket bat.
She found it, relieved, and wrapped her slightly shaking hands around the handle.
She started making her way down from her attic room.
There was another creak and she almost fell down the last two steps, but simply appeared at the bottom.
She was getting good at it.
The noises were coming from Mitchells room.
She removed one hand from the bat and held firmly on to the doorknob for a moment, gathering the courage to go in.
She pushed it open fast.
The sight that met her eyes was the most reassuring that she could have ever hoped for; Mitchell and George, wrapped up in each other, with clothes all over the room. (but not, notably, all over George and Mitchell)
"Oh, thank god. I thought it was monsters."
She recieved a raised eyebrow from a glassy-eyed Mitchell (they had their heads at the foot of the bed) and a, "You thought?" gasped from George before she replied,
"Yes . . . well . . . I feel a lot better now . . . I'll just . . . yes."
And shut the door with yet another creak.
I'm only working in two fandoms at the moment, Being Human and Merlin (♥s to both) and since when I wrote this I had just finished watching the last episode of the current series of Being Human (which I'm betting will take about six monthes to come back on T_T) this fic is Being Human. (contrary to the icon, which is what I will use for all slash, until I find something else)
Written for the prompt "Things That Go Bump In the Night" given by toestastegood here (the community comment_fic, which for some reason I can't link to, but don't click here at work, their slogan is "bite sized bits of porn".
Title: Things That Go Bump in The Night
Characters/Pairing: Annie, George/Mitchell
Rating: nc-13 / pg
Summary: She desperately wanted the book back. It was like a companion. A very scary, disturbing companion. But a companion just the same.
Annie replaced her bookmark in her book and re-wrapped her fingers around her mug.
It was cold.
She had only stopped reading because the electricity was down again and she couldn't read, but she desperately wanted the book back. It was like a companion. A very scary, disturbing companion. But a companion just the same. Now it had left her all alone in this house with these thoughts left in her head.
Damn Mitchell.
"It'll be fun. Reading horror books now isn't like before, now it's like comedy."
But if anything that made it worse, like these things could exist.
She desperately wanted to go back to the book and see if these shadows could be got rid of. That was how books ended right? With the evil monster-thing destroyed? But . . . y'know, only if they're evil. Not like her and George and Mitchell.
There was a THUD from downstairs. Annies eyes widened just a fraction, and she curled furthur in on herself in her chair.
She wondered if the increased paranormal activity in their house might be like a beacon for others. Could evil things be brought here? Like fish on a line, reeled in by the existing not-quite-life forms.
Or maybe now the house had filled it's quota? Maybe if another something turned up it would just say, "No, thank you. I've allready got a ghost, a vampire and a werewolf, try number sixteen."
She hoped so.
There was a creak.
She squeaked a little into her hand which was curled around her hand.
This was silly. She's a ghost for christ's sake! Nothing should be able to hurt her! She scanned the room for George's cricket bat.
She found it, relieved, and wrapped her slightly shaking hands around the handle.
She started making her way down from her attic room.
There was another creak and she almost fell down the last two steps, but simply appeared at the bottom.
She was getting good at it.
The noises were coming from Mitchells room.
She removed one hand from the bat and held firmly on to the doorknob for a moment, gathering the courage to go in.
She pushed it open fast.
The sight that met her eyes was the most reassuring that she could have ever hoped for; Mitchell and George, wrapped up in each other, with clothes all over the room. (but not, notably, all over George and Mitchell)
"Oh, thank god. I thought it was monsters."
She recieved a raised eyebrow from a glassy-eyed Mitchell (they had their heads at the foot of the bed) and a, "You thought?" gasped from George before she replied,
"Yes . . . well . . . I feel a lot better now . . . I'll just . . . yes."
And shut the door with yet another creak.