Annie one-shot
Title: After Death
Fandom: Being Human
Rating: PG
Characters: Annie, Owen.
Summary: Annie's thoughts just after her death.
Disclaimer: Being Human is property of the BBC. I can only dream and play.
Annie stared up at the ceiling. For some time she just lay there frowning. She couldn’t think what she was doing there. It wasn’t right to wake up lying on the floor downstairs. She should be in bed… Or maybe on the sofa. Not on the floor by the stairs….
Stairs…
What was it about stairs? There was something in her memory. Just out of reach. As she pulled herself up into a sitting position she grasped at it. Her gaze shifted to the top of the stairs. She could see the upstairs landing from her position - half sitting on the floor. Up there… She’d been up there… Couldn’t think why….
Her eyes widened as she remembered. There was just a flash She could remember falling… She’d fallen. She must have slipped. Slipped and tumbled down. So what… had she hit her head? Knocked unconscious? And now she was waking?
Owen! She pulled herself to her feet. Where was he? She remembered something about him being at the top of the stairs with her. He must have heard her slip and tried to stop her falling. But where was he now? Surely he should have stayed with her.
Trailing her hand along the wall she walked across the room. It was so quiet… Deathly quiet. If Owen was still in the house then he was being very quiet. Impossibly quiet. But he couldn’t have gone out and left her! Not after she’d fallen downstairs! It `didn’t seem right.
There was a sound as a key was fitted into the lock and she spun around to look at the door. It opened and Owen walked in. He looked shaken. Almost like something terrible had happened.
“Owen! Where’ve you been? I fell downstairs. I think I was unconscious.” She paused for a moment. Owen was walking straight past her like he couldn’t even see her. “Owen? What’s going on? Owen?”
He walked through the hall toward the place where she had just been lying. At the bottom of the stairs he paused and looked down towards a tile that seemed to be cracked. He shook himself as he carried on past it.
Looking at the tile in bewilderment Annie followed Owen into the kitchen. “Owen…? Are you ignoring me…? Owen? Talk to me! Look at me!”
She could feel the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. There was no way anyone would be able to stand this. Her fiancée was just ignoring her… like she didn’t exist. Like she was… dead.
But that was impossible. She couldn’t be dead. There was no way she could be dead… Could she? No. She was being stupid. She’d obviously done something and now Owen was ignoring her… because he was mad at her. There was no other explanation for it. He was mad at her.
“Owen?” She tried again. “Please just talk to me!”
He turned towards her. She smiled. Finally. “Owen I’m sorry. Whatever I did. I’m sorry.”
Owen walked past her.
“Owen! Please. I’m sorry. Owen!” Annie was screaming at him now. She could only watch as her Fiancée walked back out the door. Frozen on the spot.
As the door closed behind him she slumped against the wall and dropped to the floor. Pulling her knees up towards her chest she rested her head on her arms and broke down into a wreck of tears and sobs. What the hell was happening to her?
Fandom: Being Human
Rating: PG
Characters: Annie, Owen.
Summary: Annie's thoughts just after her death.
Disclaimer: Being Human is property of the BBC. I can only dream and play.
Annie stared up at the ceiling. For some time she just lay there frowning. She couldn’t think what she was doing there. It wasn’t right to wake up lying on the floor downstairs. She should be in bed… Or maybe on the sofa. Not on the floor by the stairs….
Stairs…
What was it about stairs? There was something in her memory. Just out of reach. As she pulled herself up into a sitting position she grasped at it. Her gaze shifted to the top of the stairs. She could see the upstairs landing from her position - half sitting on the floor. Up there… She’d been up there… Couldn’t think why….
Her eyes widened as she remembered. There was just a flash She could remember falling… She’d fallen. She must have slipped. Slipped and tumbled down. So what… had she hit her head? Knocked unconscious? And now she was waking?
Owen! She pulled herself to her feet. Where was he? She remembered something about him being at the top of the stairs with her. He must have heard her slip and tried to stop her falling. But where was he now? Surely he should have stayed with her.
Trailing her hand along the wall she walked across the room. It was so quiet… Deathly quiet. If Owen was still in the house then he was being very quiet. Impossibly quiet. But he couldn’t have gone out and left her! Not after she’d fallen downstairs! It `didn’t seem right.
There was a sound as a key was fitted into the lock and she spun around to look at the door. It opened and Owen walked in. He looked shaken. Almost like something terrible had happened.
“Owen! Where’ve you been? I fell downstairs. I think I was unconscious.” She paused for a moment. Owen was walking straight past her like he couldn’t even see her. “Owen? What’s going on? Owen?”
He walked through the hall toward the place where she had just been lying. At the bottom of the stairs he paused and looked down towards a tile that seemed to be cracked. He shook himself as he carried on past it.
Looking at the tile in bewilderment Annie followed Owen into the kitchen. “Owen…? Are you ignoring me…? Owen? Talk to me! Look at me!”
She could feel the tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. There was no way anyone would be able to stand this. Her fiancée was just ignoring her… like she didn’t exist. Like she was… dead.
But that was impossible. She couldn’t be dead. There was no way she could be dead… Could she? No. She was being stupid. She’d obviously done something and now Owen was ignoring her… because he was mad at her. There was no other explanation for it. He was mad at her.
“Owen?” She tried again. “Please just talk to me!”
He turned towards her. She smiled. Finally. “Owen I’m sorry. Whatever I did. I’m sorry.”
Owen walked past her.
“Owen! Please. I’m sorry. Owen!” Annie was screaming at him now. She could only watch as her Fiancée walked back out the door. Frozen on the spot.
As the door closed behind him she slumped against the wall and dropped to the floor. Pulling her knees up towards her chest she rested her head on her arms and broke down into a wreck of tears and sobs. What the hell was happening to her?