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write about a sudden storm- being human- george/mitchell

[unrequited_rain]

George and Annie were sitting in the kitchen, surrounded by various teas and coffees in every single cup in the house, and some bowls. Mitchell still hadn't come home yet, he'd been missing almost a day now and both of them were vaguely worried, not that they would admit it anyway.

It had started storming not even ten minutes ago, wind howling, lightning and rain coming down in sheets that were tearing leaves from trees. They both hoped that wherever Mitchell was, he wasn't outside in this mess.

After Annie went up to her room to sleep, or whatever it was she did at night, George curled up on the couch to stay up and see if Mitchell was going to make it back tonight.

Finally after hours of waiting George heard an awful racket coming from the front door and Mitchell coming in, dripping wet and skin raw and red.

"Mitchell! Are you alright? What were you thinking?" He said, pulling Mitchell's coat off.

"George, I'm fine."

"No, you're not! What were you thinking? Going about in this weather, you could have been hurt."

Mitchell sighed. "In case you've forgotten, it's kind of hard for me to get permanently hurt."

George pulled Mitchell into his arms. "I still worry. You're not immortal."

Mitchell stood there shocked for a minute before returning the embrace.