Every Little Helps pt.1&2
Author: Sheryllx
Title: Every Little Helps, pt.1&2
Fandom: Being Human
Rating: U
Word Count 1,111
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer All characters and the pink house belong to the BBC :)
Plot: Mitchell and Annie tag along to help George with the weekly shop, something he's not to happy about...
Every Little Helps - pt1&2
Prologue
‘Er, I’m sorry why are you two coming?’ George asked
‘Because Annie thinks we don’t spend enough time together’ Mitchell said putting his coat on and picking up his car keys. ‘And that even when we do, we argue....’
‘So the weekly shop is a perfect chance for us to bond and share. To be, you know; the gang’ Annie said finishing Mitchell’s sentence smiling.
‘Oh’ George groaned ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea for the three of us to go all together again...’
‘And why not?’ Annie asked
‘Because you know what happened last time…’
‘So I’ll avoid the bakery and we’ll keep Mitchell clear of the meat counter. We’ll just tag along. You won’t even notice we’re there’ Annie convinced him, ushering him out of the door.
Produce - pt.1
'Do we need any tomatoes?’ Annie called out across the aisle holding up a bag to George.
‘What’s the difference between these and those’ Mitchell asked still bemused by the 12 different variations of tomato. He remembered a time when it was whatever the fruit and vegetable stall had or nothing.
‘Those are spring season and those are summer season’ Annie told him
‘But it’s September’
‘Yes, they sell them all year round Mitchell!’
‘I see’ He replied still bemused ‘Where’s George?’
‘Over there!’ Annie called out catching up with him ‘Oh we need bananas don’t we?!’ She said picking up a bag and putting them in the trolley as well as the tomatoes.
‘I’ve never been much of a fan of fruit and vegetables’ Mitchell said looking at the oranges.
‘Why not?’ George asked checking his list for what he needed to make his recipes of the week before picking up some herbs on the cardboard stand opposite the veg.
‘I don’t know, I suppose cos I don’t really need my 5 a day do I?’
‘You should try it, I’ll make you some ratatouille’ George said picking up more ingredients looking forward to making that for tea tonight.
‘We don’t need cauliflower do we?’ Annie said putting one into the trolley anyway ‘and I didn’t get any sprouts because obviously no one eats those do they?’ she said before skipping off to inspect the tubs of fruit and salads.
‘She doesn’t eat anything but she’ll put everything in store in the trolley?’ George moaned putting the cauliflower back picking up the sprouts instead, Annie was right that no one liked sprouts, but just before his transformation he’d get a craving for them. No wonder they’re hated so much if they’re a werewolf’s chosen delicacy, he thought suddenly aware that both Annie and Mitchell had disappeared.
‘Hey sorry, I got talking to one of the girls reducing over there’ Mitchell said pointing her out to George. ‘She gave me her number’ he said eyes lit up.
‘Do you even know her name?’ George asked, depressed that Mitchell could even get a date in the veg aisle at the supermarket.
‘What do you take me for George?! Of course I know her name, it’s... it’s... Chloe!’ He said triumphant he’d remembered.
‘You don’t remember you just overheard her colleague ask her something.’ George said picking up some potatoes.
‘Okay fine but never mind. Anyway she reduced this for us’ Mitchell said showing George the now 18p cherries.
‘We don’t need cherries’
‘For 18p we do’ Mitchell said dropping them in the trolley ‘Especially as they don’t go out of date ‘til the day after tomorrow’ he said giving George a wink. ‘Why didn’t he flirt when they were buying that new toaster last week?!’ he thought, annoyed that he’d had to pay full price for that but had saved 80p on cherries that they didn’t need.
'Cupboard Stuff' - pt.2
‘Where’s Annie’ Mitchell asked looking around before seeing her chatting to an elderly woman and her husband.
‘Oh George, Mitchell! This is Ida and John; they’ve been married 49 years and tomorrow will be their 50th wedding anniversary!’ Annie said cheerily ‘Can you believe that?! I was saying I wish I still had the chance to be married that long.’
‘Annie!’ George said realising what she’d just said but lucky the couple hadn’t clocked on. He glared at Mitchell whilst they gave their congratulations and told them how they knew Annie etc thinking it’d be nightfall before they finished the shopping.
‘Aren’t you lucky dear, to live with such handsome men’ Ida said.
‘Yes, so lucky’ Annie said giggling thinking of how attractive George looked after Mitchell had persuaded him to try some whisky and he’d been sick most of the night, Annie had to wash it out of his hair.
‘You look familiar’ John said looking at Mitchell
‘People say I look a lot like my Granddad and he fought in the war so maybe you met him there?’ Mitchell said quickly and easily, he’d gotten used to people recognising him from years gone by.
‘Ah yes maybe’ John replied and the trio chatted to them for another ten minutes or so, well, Annie did before George interrupted saying they needed to carry on.
‘They were lovely weren’t they?’ Annie said skipping along to the aisle opposite with the cupboard stuff, she was sure it had a technical name by the supermarket but to her it was always the ‘cupboard stuff’ section - tins, cans, pasta, sauces etc.
‘Yeah, adorable’ Mitchell said
‘Did you used to know them then?’ George asked
‘Probably’ Mitchell said walking ahead, twiddling the ring on his thumb before taking control of the trolley keen not to bump into anyone from his past again.
‘Look! They have pasta shapes of Disney princesses!’ Annie said putting two tins into the trolley before George put them back which started an argument. Mitchell groaned moving on along the aisle putting carrots and pea tins into the trolley following George's list, leaving them both to it.
‘You can’t even eat them!’ George argued
‘No, not now but I used to have them all the time. With you having them it keeps my routine!’
‘But you can’t even eat them and… and I’m not eating a fairytale castle for you Annie!’
‘They’re going in the trolley!’
‘No they’re not!’ George said trying to put them back on the shelf.
Mitchell put a couple of pot noodles in the trolley, before hearing a loud smack.
‘Did you just slap me?!’ George shouted
‘Let me have them then!’
Mitchell groaned again remembering a similar argument the other week George and Annie had over apple turnovers. He turned the trolley round annoyed he'd have to sort them both out like a parent would the two children. A role he really hated playing...
I'd really appreciate any comments you have, this is just a bit of fun really so I hope you all like it :) x x
Title: Every Little Helps, pt.1&2
Fandom: Being Human
Rating: U
Word Count 1,111
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer All characters and the pink house belong to the BBC :)
Plot: Mitchell and Annie tag along to help George with the weekly shop, something he's not to happy about...
Every Little Helps - pt1&2
Prologue
‘Er, I’m sorry why are you two coming?’ George asked
‘Because Annie thinks we don’t spend enough time together’ Mitchell said putting his coat on and picking up his car keys. ‘And that even when we do, we argue....’
‘So the weekly shop is a perfect chance for us to bond and share. To be, you know; the gang’ Annie said finishing Mitchell’s sentence smiling.
‘Oh’ George groaned ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea for the three of us to go all together again...’
‘And why not?’ Annie asked
‘Because you know what happened last time…’
‘So I’ll avoid the bakery and we’ll keep Mitchell clear of the meat counter. We’ll just tag along. You won’t even notice we’re there’ Annie convinced him, ushering him out of the door.
Produce - pt.1
'Do we need any tomatoes?’ Annie called out across the aisle holding up a bag to George.
‘What’s the difference between these and those’ Mitchell asked still bemused by the 12 different variations of tomato. He remembered a time when it was whatever the fruit and vegetable stall had or nothing.
‘Those are spring season and those are summer season’ Annie told him
‘But it’s September’
‘Yes, they sell them all year round Mitchell!’
‘I see’ He replied still bemused ‘Where’s George?’
‘Over there!’ Annie called out catching up with him ‘Oh we need bananas don’t we?!’ She said picking up a bag and putting them in the trolley as well as the tomatoes.
‘I’ve never been much of a fan of fruit and vegetables’ Mitchell said looking at the oranges.
‘Why not?’ George asked checking his list for what he needed to make his recipes of the week before picking up some herbs on the cardboard stand opposite the veg.
‘I don’t know, I suppose cos I don’t really need my 5 a day do I?’
‘You should try it, I’ll make you some ratatouille’ George said picking up more ingredients looking forward to making that for tea tonight.
‘We don’t need cauliflower do we?’ Annie said putting one into the trolley anyway ‘and I didn’t get any sprouts because obviously no one eats those do they?’ she said before skipping off to inspect the tubs of fruit and salads.
‘She doesn’t eat anything but she’ll put everything in store in the trolley?’ George moaned putting the cauliflower back picking up the sprouts instead, Annie was right that no one liked sprouts, but just before his transformation he’d get a craving for them. No wonder they’re hated so much if they’re a werewolf’s chosen delicacy, he thought suddenly aware that both Annie and Mitchell had disappeared.
‘Hey sorry, I got talking to one of the girls reducing over there’ Mitchell said pointing her out to George. ‘She gave me her number’ he said eyes lit up.
‘Do you even know her name?’ George asked, depressed that Mitchell could even get a date in the veg aisle at the supermarket.
‘What do you take me for George?! Of course I know her name, it’s... it’s... Chloe!’ He said triumphant he’d remembered.
‘You don’t remember you just overheard her colleague ask her something.’ George said picking up some potatoes.
‘Okay fine but never mind. Anyway she reduced this for us’ Mitchell said showing George the now 18p cherries.
‘We don’t need cherries’
‘For 18p we do’ Mitchell said dropping them in the trolley ‘Especially as they don’t go out of date ‘til the day after tomorrow’ he said giving George a wink. ‘Why didn’t he flirt when they were buying that new toaster last week?!’ he thought, annoyed that he’d had to pay full price for that but had saved 80p on cherries that they didn’t need.
'Cupboard Stuff' - pt.2
‘Where’s Annie’ Mitchell asked looking around before seeing her chatting to an elderly woman and her husband.
‘Oh George, Mitchell! This is Ida and John; they’ve been married 49 years and tomorrow will be their 50th wedding anniversary!’ Annie said cheerily ‘Can you believe that?! I was saying I wish I still had the chance to be married that long.’
‘Annie!’ George said realising what she’d just said but lucky the couple hadn’t clocked on. He glared at Mitchell whilst they gave their congratulations and told them how they knew Annie etc thinking it’d be nightfall before they finished the shopping.
‘Aren’t you lucky dear, to live with such handsome men’ Ida said.
‘Yes, so lucky’ Annie said giggling thinking of how attractive George looked after Mitchell had persuaded him to try some whisky and he’d been sick most of the night, Annie had to wash it out of his hair.
‘You look familiar’ John said looking at Mitchell
‘People say I look a lot like my Granddad and he fought in the war so maybe you met him there?’ Mitchell said quickly and easily, he’d gotten used to people recognising him from years gone by.
‘Ah yes maybe’ John replied and the trio chatted to them for another ten minutes or so, well, Annie did before George interrupted saying they needed to carry on.
‘They were lovely weren’t they?’ Annie said skipping along to the aisle opposite with the cupboard stuff, she was sure it had a technical name by the supermarket but to her it was always the ‘cupboard stuff’ section - tins, cans, pasta, sauces etc.
‘Yeah, adorable’ Mitchell said
‘Did you used to know them then?’ George asked
‘Probably’ Mitchell said walking ahead, twiddling the ring on his thumb before taking control of the trolley keen not to bump into anyone from his past again.
‘Look! They have pasta shapes of Disney princesses!’ Annie said putting two tins into the trolley before George put them back which started an argument. Mitchell groaned moving on along the aisle putting carrots and pea tins into the trolley following George's list, leaving them both to it.
‘You can’t even eat them!’ George argued
‘No, not now but I used to have them all the time. With you having them it keeps my routine!’
‘But you can’t even eat them and… and I’m not eating a fairytale castle for you Annie!’
‘They’re going in the trolley!’
‘No they’re not!’ George said trying to put them back on the shelf.
Mitchell put a couple of pot noodles in the trolley, before hearing a loud smack.
‘Did you just slap me?!’ George shouted
‘Let me have them then!’
Mitchell groaned again remembering a similar argument the other week George and Annie had over apple turnovers. He turned the trolley round annoyed he'd have to sort them both out like a parent would the two children. A role he really hated playing...
I'd really appreciate any comments you have, this is just a bit of fun really so I hope you all like it :) x x