Title: Three times Mitchell looked after George
Title: Three times Mitchell looked after George
Rating PG13
Pairing: hints of George/Mitchell
Summary: Exactly what the title says
Notes: This was going to five drabbles but I made it three for no other reason than I‘m being lazy. XD I’ve been finding it hard to write these character but I’m going to keep trying. Comments very much loved.
Control
Mitchell watched for the third time as George was dragged around by the very machine he was supposed to be controlling. With a IQ of over a hundred and fifty you would think he would be able to work a buffer but for the last hour George had been swearing and cursing at the machine. They had lied of the application forms for the porter job meaning it was up to Mitchell to teach him how to use the buffer. George let go of the machine, glaring at it “This is impossible, it must be broken or something.”
Mitchell rolled his eyes “It’s not, I keep telling you, your holding on to tight. The tighter you hold on the harder it’s going to pull away from you.”
“But that doesn’t make any sense,” George whined.
“Look Ill show you, take hold of the handles,” Mitchell told him.
George did as Mitchell told him. Mitchell lined his body up against Georges noticing the younger man didn’t even flinch, he wondered if he had been this comfortable with people in his personnel space before he had become a werewolf, he doubted it. He placed his hands over George’s “Just hold on lightly and go side to side,” Mitchell didn’t even realise he had been staring at George’s neck while he spoke until he felt him self leaning in close and inhaling his scent. He had never tasted a wolf before, it was almost forbidden amongst his kind.
The darkest part of his mind wanted to know why, wanted just a taste of Georges sweet blood. Mitchell bit back a growl, he would not do that to George. The younger man trusted him, he quickly stepped back worried about his own self control. A happy squealing sound brought him back to his senses “I’m doing it,” George told him grinning at him “Thanks Mitchell.”
Mitchell rolled his eyes trying to make nothing of it. He was feeling a bit uncomfortable at being thanked since he had almost made a snack out of George. He watched George making sure there was some distance between them. He tried to ignore the warm feeling in his stomach at seeing George look so happy over such a little thing. He would do anything to protect the younger man even it was from him self.
Heat
George lay curled up, freezing but for a change it wasn’t because he had woken up naked in the woods. The heating in his hostel had broken about a week ago and with it being the middle of December he had icicles in places he would rather not think about. There was a knock at the door and before he could unravel him self from the blankets he had scavenged together, the door banged opened and Mitchell walked in.
“Good morning sunshine.”
George shivered and tried to wrap him self back up in his blankets but he wasn’t getting very far with Mitchell sitting on most of them. “Oh come on George, what way is that to treat a guest, especially when I’ve brought you a present.”
George stopped tugging on the blankets and looked at Mitchell curious.
“It’s small but it works, well most of the time,” Mitchell held up the small portable heater.
George snatched it out of his hands “Where did you get it?”
“A friend of a friend,” Mitchell told him with a smirk.
George bounced out of the bed, fully clothed like a excited puppy and plugged the heater in to the only socket in the tiny room. “Mitchell you are a saint,” George told him, making Mitchell laugh at his choice of words. George was feeling warmer than he had in days but after a couple of minutes he wrinkled his nose at the damp smell filling the room.
“Yeah I brought you this as well,” Mitchell told him, giving him a candle. “Forrest fresh scented candle,” George read out, still wrinkling his nose in away Mitchell couldn’t help but find cute.
“The heater works fine, it just smells a bit.”
George just grinned at him “As long as it keep’s me warm I don’t care how much it smell’s.”
Mitchell grabbed George’s coat of the hook on the door “Come on you can buy me a drink as a thank you.”
“It’s half eleven in the morning,” George said turning of the heater grabbed and his coat from Mitchell any way.
“There won’t be any queues at the bar then, will there,” Mitchell said shoving George out the room.
Protect
Mitchell walked down the alley, knowing he was being followed by two men. He had spent the last four days looking for the two men who had mugged George and he had finally found them hanging out side a club, probably looking for there next victim. Mitchell had decided to make him self look like a easy target, he knew his height might put them off so he gave the occasional stagger as he made his way down the alley. He had to make sure they were far away enough from the street, that no one would hear anything.
George had been in hospital for two days with broken ribs and a concussion because of these men. The younger man had been panicking that people would notice how fast he healed as the full moon was in one week and the change from wolf back to human usually healed any cuts or bruises George had. If people got suspicious or noticed they would have to move and it would be all these men’s fault.
When he got far enough down the alley he leaned against the wall and waited for the men to catch up. A couple of minutes later he couldn’t help but feel smug at the look of surprise of there faces at not seeing the drunken easy target they had been expecting.
Mitchell moved so fast the first man probably didn’t even see him coming, his neck broke so easily that Mitchell was almost disappointed. He turned to the second man letting his eyes change and fangs grow. He felt a thrill run through him at the look of fear on the mans face, it had been such a long time since he just let him self go like this. He always had to be in control but not now, he was going to let him self enjoy the fear of his soon to be victim for what he had done to George. Mitchell was tempted, so tempted to let the man run so he could give chase and make it last longer but they were to close to the street for that. He would just have to settle for ripping the mans throat out. As he leaned in for the kill he heard the man whisper “What are you?” Mitchell thought it better to show him and sank his teeth into his throat.
It was just past midnight when he got home, he headed straight to Georges room to check on him. He had eaten half a pack of mints on the way home worried that George would smell blood on his breath, he couldn’t help but feel like a alcoholic, trying to hide that he had been drinking. He had made a phone call and the body’s would be taken care of no questions asked.
He wasn’t surprised to see George asleep when he got to his room, he sat on the chair beside the bed not wanting to disturb him by sitting on the bed. Annie silently walked in giving Mitchell a smile
“How’s he been?” Mitchell asked quietly.
“He managed to eat something earlier, fell asleep right in the middle of Doctor Who. Don’t worry I taped it for him,” Annie told him “So did you get all your vampire business sorted out then?”
Mitchell nodded “Yeah all sorted now,” He told her not taking his eyes of George.
End