Fic: Wake up Call
I know I said trilogy, but there's one more thing I want to write and it didn't quite fit so it'll be a sequel to the trilogy.
Title: Wake up Call
Fandom: Being Human
Pairing: George/Mitchell
Disclaimer: Not mine, but willing to go into negotiations with them.
Series: 3rd part of Unnamed Trilogy, comes after Time of the Month and Mornings After, Nights Before.
Summary: What happened during and next.
Wake up Call
Another month, another new moon, another date night.
Well, sort of. Annie has noticed that Mitchell never goes out on ‘date night’. Never lets George go out. Hell, if Mitchell has his way, George doesn’t go out the night before or work the day of.
Almost like the overly confident vampire was scared George would find someone else to spend the night with.
Yeah, right.
Poor deluded Mitchell.
You’d think someone of his age would have gotten over his insecurities. Then again, he is only a boy. That would handicap anyone.
Honestly, she has no idea how the two of them ever managed to get anything done without her. She’s not naïve though, they might just be acting dumb so she’ll help them out more, but really she enjoys having something to do.
Especially if that something is taking care of her boys.
Now, if only they would make it a little easier on her.
Annie’s watched them, since they first viewed the house, right up until right now, watching Mitchell fidget with his hair, and she knows just how much they care for each other.
She even suspects George.
That he knows what’s going on. She keeps trying to get him to some clean but he’s either oblivious or really good at subterfuge. As much as she adores George, she’s going with the first idea.
“All this for George? You do know he won’t even notice.”
Mitchell glares at Annie in the mirror and she shrugs, a smirk on her face.
“I didn’t say it was for George.”
“But it is.”
“And I don’t need him to notice.”
“But he won’t.”
“And- oh shut up.” He tries to pout but ends up smiling. “Is it wrong to want to be appealing?”
“No, but you don’t really need it.”
“’Cause I’m already gorgeous?”
“’Cause George doesn’t care. He still jumped your bones that month after you’d been puked on in the hospital.”
Mitchell’s lips curls in remembered distaste, hell, disgust. “That is not something I want to repeat.” He shivers in revulsion.
“So, that’s why you worked the early shift?”
The expression on his face makes it seem like if he could, he’d be blushing bright red. “Sort of. Well, I thought we could make the place… nice?”
The look he gives her makes it quite clear he is confused by the very idea of this himself. Confused and quite possibly appalled.
She laughs out loud. “You want to make date night an actual date night?”
There’s that blush envy look again. Shaking her head, she turns and heads downstairs.
Mitchell follows after her, after one last glance in the mirror to check his hair. “Annie, come on- I don’t know how to clean I need your… you’re helping.” The last is said as he makes it to the kitchen and finds Annie taking out George’s meticulous collection of cleaning supplies.
“I have to live here too and I refuse to do that with the mess you’d create. So, yes I’m helping.”
Mitchell smiles at her and wakes his hand over her head. It’s a new affectation of his. He swears it’s affectionate. She knows he’s just trying to mess with her hair. The weirdest part is that some times, he does.
Like now. Her hands fly to her hair to fix it and he smirks. She growls, “Stop that! It’s really not fair, one of the perks of being a ghost is that annoying big brothers can’t pull crap like that.”
He laughs at her pout. “Well, then I guess you should act like a proper ghost. No? Then you get teased and your hair pulled.”
She sticks her tongue out at him and he does likewise. Laughing, they get to work on the house.
They’ve done the kitchen, the living room, George’s room- although Annie complained about that seeing as it wouldn’t even get used- and now they were doing Mitchell’s room.
“So, all this, does it mean you’re gonna tell him?”
Mitchell looks up at her in shock. “No. No, George can’t know. Annie, you promised.”
“I, yeah, no. I won’t tell him, I just thought… Mitchell, George is going to notice the cleaning-”
“What, he’ll notice the flat’s a little tidier, but not that I did my hair?”
“Yes. This is George. What are you going to say?”
Mitchell huffs and sits on his bed. “I just wanted to make it nice. We never go out but I thought…”
Annie sits next to him, in her own way, “Your instincts taking over?”
Mitchell looks at her confused. “What instincts?”
“Vampire. The whole seduction thing.”
Mitchell laughs. “That’s instinct is it?”
“Well, yeah. Whoever heard of a vampire that didn’t go all schmoozy and seductive?”
“You might actually have a point. Come on, George will be home soon.” Jumping to his feet he grabs a bag from on top of his closet. New linen.
“Oh, you’ve got it bad!”
“Oh, shut up. You should just be happy you get the vicarious thrill.”
“Of you two?”
“Of course. The thought of us entwined together must make you feel so-”
“Thought? Mitchell, I watch.”
Mitchell looks right at her, dropping the pillow he was changing. It takes him a moment, almost like he’s trying to remember if she was in the room, honestly though, he’d never know if she stood over them the whole time. And he doesn’t care. “Don’t tell George that, if he ever finds out that is.”
Annie snorts, “Yeah, ‘cause I really wanted to do that. Idiot.” It’s said with affection and they get back to work.
Pretty soon the room is laid out like a boudoir. Sometimes Mitchell can be so girlish it’s disturbing. Still, his heart’s in the right place and the whole thing is comfortable and looks great.
“All done.” Annie says with a huff as she throws herself onto the newly made bed. Mitchell only lets her away with it because despite all appearances she’s not really on the bed at all.
“Not quite.” Mitchell smirks at her confusion and grabbing another bag from on top of the closet and walks out of the room.
Curious, she follows him. To her room.
Inside Mitchell is opening the bag, he takes out more new linen and smiling at his thoughtfulness she helps him remake her bed.
But, that’s not all he’s got.
Once the bed’s done he pulls out a vintage Grateful Dead poster. Seeing it she laughs and helps him put it up on her wall. Next comes a picture, a framed photo. From her engagement party, Annie and her fiancé.
That goes on the wall too. With a bittersweet smile, she strokes her fingers across the image.
Finally, another photograph. Annie, George and Mitchell.
The three of them at the Shakespeare’s Hallowe’en party.
Not very inventive costumes, but for once George didn’t need to drink for her- she’d actually told everyone she couldn’t drink and exactly why. Mitchell had drank at least one glass of real blood and poor George had been mortified by the pair of them.
Still, it was a really fun night.
She leans over and pecks Mitchell on the cheek. No real physical contact, but still.
It’s the thought that counts.
She spends some time alone in her room after that. Not really wanting to have Mitchell thinking she a wuss who cries all the time. Who’d have thought a vampire could be so nice.
When she feels more together, she heads down only to find Mitchell pacing.
Looking at the clock she notices the time, George should have been home about an hour ago. “No sign of him?”
“No. Did he call you?” The piercing gaze, almost makes her flinch. Almost, but she manages to remind herself in time that, ruffled hair or not, he can’t actually touch her.
“No. He’ll be home soon. Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s fine. Alfred would have called us if anything happened at the hospital.”
“I already checked with Alfred, George left on time.”
“So, you’re worried?”
Okay, the glare was unnecessary.
It’s another two hours, several broken dishes, shit loads of pacing and growling later and at least half a dozen times Annie had to stop him leaving the house to hunt the werewolf down later, George walks in.
They all freeze. George is obviously upset about something, but when he sees Mitchell, black-eyed Mitchell he immediately looks concerned. He takes a step towards them, freezes again looking utterly terrified suddenly, before running up the stairs.
Mitchell moves to go after him, “George, George! Where the hell have you- Julia…” The last is said to the doorway instead of the stairway. At the woman who’s followed George into their home.
“Julia, you came back?”
She smiles, nervously, at Annie. “I had an appointment. Is George okay? I, we went to dinner and well, he started acting weird.”
“He’s fine. He doesn’t need you-”
“Mitchell.”
Annie’s soft spoken interruption helps Mitchell regain his control. “He doesn’t need you up there. He needs space. As soon as he’s feeling better, he’ll be back down.” He takes a deep breath and looks away from her. “You should wait for him.”
Turning quickly, he practically runs to the kitchen.
Annie smiles awkwardly at Julia for a minute, before running after him.
“Mitchell, are you-”
“Alright?” he interrupts her. A harsh laugh comes from him and she wants to run. This Mitchell is scary. “No, I’m not alright. Very not alright.”
“It’ll be alright, George is just-”
“George is just in love. With her.” He sighs, a lot of the coiled tension leaving his body. “I knew that, I always knew that. I just… I didn’t think she was smart enough to ever come back.”
“You still going to stand back, let her win. Without even a fight?”
“What fight? He doesn’t even know I’m a contender. I’ll wait. She’s only human and I have eternity. He has eternity. I’ll wait.” The nearest thing to hand, a tray of Annie’s teas, goes flying into the wall. Before Annie can think of a thing to say, he’s gone.
Sighing, she decides to try George. Except, she forgot about their houseguest.
A houseguest who is currently about to go up the stairs. “Where are you going?”
Julia looks over at her guiltily. “I was just going to check on George.”
“No, Mitchell’s right. He just needs a moment.”
Julia looks rebellious for only a moment before she nods and moves to the sofa. No fight.
Annie likes Julia, she seems like a nice person, good for George possibly even, but she gives in, gives up way too easily. George needs more than that.
If positions were reversed, nothing and no one would keep Mitchell from George. Hell, Annie was barely restraining herself from running upstairs to check on him.
But, she had to baby-sit.
“Tea?”
About an hour later and Annie and Julia are both getting antsy. Although, they are also getting on great. Except, for the niggling feeling they both have that they should be with George.
“That’s quite a moment he’s taking.”
“Yeah,” Annie nods at her. “More tea?”
Julia laughs, “Three in an hour?”
Annie shrugs and smiles self-deprecatingly. “I like making tea. I find it very soothing.”
Just as Annie walks into the kitchen she hears George calling to her, “Annie? Annie, I could really use a- Julia?”
He could use a Julia, could he?
She walks back out to find Julia holding onto George. A very uncomfortable looking George.
“George, are you alright? I was worried, but she wouldn’t let me come up and-”
Enough is enough, “Tea?”
George smiles brightly at her, “Yes, please.” Annie smirks as George tries to peer past her into the kitchen, obviously looking for their missing flatmate. “Where’s Mitchell?”
Oh, yeah, this is a good little Jewish werewolf, ready to settle down with his girlfriend. Never have crossed his mind that he’s already a good little Jewish werewolf who’s already settled down with his tamed vampire boyfriend.
“He went out. A while ago.”
“Out? But he told me he was staying in tonight. Why would he go out?” He sounds horrified, petrified.
His breath is coming too quick and his heart is racing. Both girls are trying to calm him down, but it’s like he’s forgotten they even exist. He shakes his head at both of them, though not really at them before dashing for the door.
They both run to follow, but he goes too fast, too quick.
They lose sight of him in seconds.
“What?” Julia barely gets the one word question out amid her gasps for breath.
“Werewolf.” Annie answers with a shrug. Not gasping for breath, but kind of wishing she could.
They find no sign of George and head back to the house.
With no sign of George, or Mitchell, at the house either the girls settle into wait. Julia with a bottle of vodka and Annie, well, she did buy a bottle too, but she’s pretty sure Julia will end up drinking that too.
And she’s right.
It’s just after Julia has opened the scotch Annie bought that she caves and asks, “Mitchell?”
“What?” Annie’s pretty sure she knows where this is going, but she won’t give anything away if she doesn’t have to.
“He wants Mitchell. He… we were kissing, that went well, but I tried to, to take it further and he, well he freaked. Came running home. To Mitchell.”
Annie opens her mouth, but then closes it again when she realises she really has nothing to say. Instead she nods.
Julia sobs, “That’s what I thought.”
By the end of the second bottle Julia has cried and screamed, and laughed.
Now, she wants juicy details about her ex and his boyfriend.
That’s about when the boys come home.
They’re both indecently undressed. Clothes torn and hanging off them and still all over each other. What little they’re wearing is quickly disappearing as they head upstairs. Not even pausing to close the door.
Rolling her eyes at them, Annie gets up and closes it.
Looking back into the living room, she sees a still somewhat teary-eyed Julia and sighs. Gesturing with her hand for Julia to follow, she heads up the stairs.
Annie puts her finger over her lips, the universal symbol for silence. “You want to know what they’re like together?” she whispers.
Julia’s eyes literally boggle before she nods.
They creep to the bedroom door, also still open and see, well, wow.
Two gorgeous men clinging to each other like they can’t get enough. Won’t ever get enough. They gasp each other’s name. Whisper it.
The girls watch for who knows how long and the only sounds are grunts and moans and names all with the same timbre.
“Mitchell.”
“George.”
Julia sighs and moves away. Annie leads her to her own bedroom.
“They’re really in love.” It’s not a question. A statement of fact and realisation.
She sits on the bed and sighs again.
“Sorry.”
Julia meets Annie’s eyes. “No, you’re not. I am though, but I really do want George to be happy. I really do. I thought about him when I was away and I decided that I could change to be what he needed, but… He doesn’t need it anymore, he has it already.”
There’s really nothing Annie can say to that. Except maybe a heartfelt AMEN!
That would be a tad tasteless though, so she manages to restrain herself. Just.
Instead Annie settles in to recruit Julia.
The thing is, hot sweaty sex or not, her boys are just going to back to pretending there’s nothing going on first thing tomorrow morning. So, they have to convince the pair of them.
Julia, strangely enough, agrees quite readily. To help George.
Her attitude makes Annie hope she and George could still be friends when all is said and done. It could be fun to have a girl who knows her. Her boys are great, but they are still boys. And Creatures of the Night or not there are some things they just do not ever and will not ever get.
All in all, this is beginning to seem like a great night for Annie, she’s made a new friend- and didn’t even have to leave the house, so ha to Mitchell-and Mitchell and George are finally going to get over this nonsense about not being together.
When Mitchell wakes up, he once more finds George in his arms and smiles. The normal contended look gives way quickly to confusion and then realisation as his memories return.
George missing, George home with her, leaving, feeding and… George. He came for him.
The werewolf came for him.
His smile is back and it’s bigger and broader and probably cheesier than it’s ever been.
‘Date night’, as Annie dubs it, is the werewolf wanting to mate. With it’s mate or, as Mitchell assumed, as with him, with a pack member. That’s why they never went out on ‘date night’, Mitchell didn’t want anyone else to get his friend’s attention.
But to come looking for him? And the rage and possessiveness?
Sex with George is fantastic, mind blowing even, mad make up sex with George is simply indescribable.
But… That was still the wolf. It had to be, George would never have found him. Would never have… God, that girl…
The door opens and Mitchell’s relieved to be startled out of those particular thoughts, he expects Annie, ready to help him move George. Their routine.
But it’s Julia.
Annie does follow her in, but the ghost is holding a large tray of teas.
Julia sits on the bed and Mitchell can’t help but feel uncomfortable with her easy familiarity. He sort of wants to growl at her. Chase her off.
Hell, last night he was sorely tempted to kill her. If George hadn’t known she was there he very well might have. Killed her and had the vampires get rid of the body for him.
Body. Shit, he needs to make a call.
A loud crash grabs his attention and shocked he turns to see a smiling Annie, who has just dropped the tray. “Oops.” She says, still smiling.
“What the fu- Julia?” George awoke to the racket and peers at his ex girlfriend in shock. Embarrassed shock, as soon as he realises he is wrapped naked around his equally naked- and male- boyfriend.
No! Flatmate. Naked, male flatmate. Because that’s better.
Julia growls. Which is taken with shock by the other occupants of the room, after all it’s not often a human in a room of preternaturals is the one who growls. “I do wish you lot would stop doing that. You say my name like my very existence is shocking, either that or you think it’s a curse word!”
Mitchell smiles at that, amused by her. “Well, in this company you are the freakish one.”
Annie sits next to Julia on the bed, nodding at Mitchell. “He’s right. You’re positively abnormal in this house.”
Julia concedes that with a nod and a smile.
George finds the easy attitude of his friends disturbing. “Excuse me, but could you please explain to me just what the bloody hell you’re doing here?”
His stare is directed at Julia, but it’s clear he’s including Annie in the accusation.
“George, calm down. We’re just-”
“Just what, Mitchell? They came in here where we are… Oh, God what are we…” George looks like he’s about to pass out and Mitchell starts rubbing soothing circles on his back, “Calm down for me, George. Just breath. That’s it.”
They share a smile and start closing the distance between them, when both of their eyes fly open and they both pull back.
“Well… anyway, I am here so we can finish our talk, George.” The werewolf panics again and the vampire growls, both thinking this is about George getting back together with Julia. Julia for her part is ignoring both of their reactions and just carries on, “You could have just said you were seeing someone, honestly George, what do you take me for?”
“You, you’re not mad?”
“Mad? Why would I be mad? I’m happy for you. I do still want to be your friend, though. That is, if you-”
She doesn’t get to finish as George launches himself at her for a hug. “I was so worried, I thought…” he trails off and looks back at Mitchell.
Who is looking directly at Annie, “See how I don’t attack her? I’m not even growling.”
Annie laughs and nods.
“Eh, Mitchell… I, about last night I… Actually, I don’t really remember much, I never… I’m sorry I-”
This time he is cut off, by considerably more than a hug. Mitchell now has George pinned to the bed and once he’s stolen the forthcoming words from his lover, and just about every other one he’s ever had for that matter, he pulls back. Resting his forehead against his wolf’s, “I’m not letting you say that. I have been disgustingly mature. I let you think we weren’t boinking like bunnies every single month. I let you go after other people. I let you try to find someone better.” George opens his mouth as if to respond, but his vampire places a finger against his lips and continues, “I let you pretend we weren’t a we, but I’ll be damned, or is that blessed, if I let you apologise. You’re mine, George and I’m yours. And we can be as stubborn as we like, now and later, but that is not going to change.
“Instead, I’m just going to do what I should have done from the start- Yes, you want to say something?” He removes his finger and George smiles up at him.
“I just wanted to know if we could skip this and go back to the kissing bit.”
At the answering growls, Julia and Annie both jump up from the bed. Julia just steps back, but Annie grabs her arm and drags her to the door.
She even closes it behind them, as Julia peers round her for one last peek. Julia pouts, but Annie shakes her head.
“They’ve never had morning after sex before. This is special for them. We can peek tomorrow morning.”