Baker's Dozen
Title: Baker's Dozen
Fandom: Being Human
Rating: G
Word Count: 1184
Characters/Pairings: Annie, George some Mitchell
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Toby Whithouse
Spoilers/Time Line: Non/Anywhere
Summery: George is awakened by a certain scent.
Author’s Notes: For blackmamba_esq Fluff. un beta'd .:( that's your warning.
George stumbled over another tea cup. His face crumpled as he heard a bat of giggles coming from the kitchen.
"Are you alright out there, George?"
"Like you care." he sing song-ed under his breath. "You, you with your making tea that you can't even drink--"
"What's that, George?" Annie said appearing right in front of him, nearly giving him a hear attack.
"AAAAHHHHH! Don't do that! Are you trying to kill me?! Is that what you want? Would that finally make you--"
"What'd I miss?" Mitchell said just on the heels of Annie.
"Not much. George is just screaming at me. Again." There was an eye roll, George noted.
"Oh George, get off it. Leave her alone."
"ME!" he cried indignantly. Well, I guess we all know who coddles and enables and generally mucks up any progress Annie could have in the way of adapted living (so to speak) with flat sharing. That blame would solely rest on the shoulders of John Mitchell.
"Speaking of alone," Mitchell continued "I've got to make a run to the shops before they close."
"But Mitchell we're almost done!" Annie said picking up a tea cloth.
"Not without the most important bit we're not." said Mitchell as he slipped his jacket on, slapping the collar a couple times to make sure it fit snugly against his neck. He grabbed a scant cookie from the warm batch as they lay next to his keys on the kitchen table, before he made his way out of the door. Leaving George alone, with Annie.
And George was pretty sure he saw Mitchell giving him a wink just before the door closed behind him. He rolled his eyes then turned back toward the kitchen. He didnt know how Mitchell managed to charm everyone in the house. Must be a vampire thing, he thought.
"What's up, George? You're at it a bit early aren't you? I mean considering the night you've had." she was of course referring to his 'time of the month'.
"I'm trying to figure something out." he was focused on something else to fully acknowledge her too, because if it had been any other time in his cycle or if he had actually been listening to her he might have reacted a bit differently, a bit more like himself.
"Well, I guess it shouldn't take you too long, what with how big your brain is and all." She said her eyes shining with fresh mischief and she braved a sideways glance in his direction. When George didn't react in his typical twitchy high pitched way, Annie put down the magazine she'd been mulling over to watch him.
He sniffed around the living room, senses heightened as it was he was coming off of the rough bit of the month. She crossed her gray clad legs, angling them in his direction. She lifted the closed magazine up to her eyes like she was intently reading the cover, except she wasn't.
She'd never admit this to either of her flat mates, but she kind of liked it when a bit of his wolfish side showed through. despite his monumental effort to hide it from everyone else around.
"What is it, George? What have you got?"
"Something *sniff-sniff* very faint. That smell ... it reminds me of ... *sniff-sniff* ..." He heading toward the kitchen sink, reaching out to touch the tap, then pulled his hand away at the last minute. He turned around leaning back against the sink with a very intent look in his piercing blue eyes. Said eyes scanned the kitchen, while he tested the air with his nose.
Now Annie wasn't even bothering with the pretense of the magazine. She began looking around the kitchen for whatever George was looking for. She looked from side to side, out the window then back to the door that led to the sitting room. In the meantime she hadn't noticed George taking slow steps toward her. She hadn't noticed until she heard his sniffing right by her ear.
Annie nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Oi. George! What's gotten into you?" She asked and she was standing at the window that was just behind the refrigerator.
"I-I-I-I'm sorry Annie it's just that ... You!"
"What?" Her right eye squinted and her bottom lip puckered adorably, he noticed.
"It's you, Annie. The Smell." He took a deep, filling drink of air from the nostrils and let it out through his teeth.
"What!" She repeated, her voice dropping a couple of octaves making it sound more serious then the situation called for. "No, no! I cannot smell!" He watched as she lifted up her arm and stuck her nose into the crook of her shoulder. She sniffed.
"No it's not that." he said waving his hands frantically. "I'm not saying that it's a bad smell."
"Oh my god ... why didn't anyone tell me that I reeked?" She pulled her jumper tightly across her body.
"CUPCAKES, ANNIE! CUPCAKES!" George's brilliant eyes were starting to take on their typical glassy, worried glint. And the crack in his voice made Annie stop just at the front door, arms still wrapped up in her jumper.
"What?" She said for a third time.
"Cupcakes." He came toward her with his hands up. "That's the smell, Annie. It's cupcakes."
through the door to take a seat in a kitchen chair. Her mouth twisted sympathetically.
"Well, then I suspect that's better than the alternative." Annie said as she flashed in front of the fridge this time. She opened it taking out a dish full of what was certainly a kind of cake batter.
"Oh..." George lifted his eyes upward to meet hers, for a moment before dropping his head down on the kitchen table. Saying he was mortified might have been putting it mildly, she thought as she watched his skin flare red as an effect.
"We were experimenting, Mitchell and I. Trying to make a batch of whiskey cupcakes. He actually just popped out to get the most crucial of all the ingredients."
"I'm just really knakered, that must be it." George spoke clearly, but his voice came out muffled against his arms.
"Well, off to bed with you then. I don't even know why you've come down here? Up, off to bed now." He felt her cool touch patting at him and pushing him along until he was at the foot of the stairs. The smell is always strongest there, the thought as he looked down at the crack in the tile. He frowned. She caught it.
"Don't worry about it." She said with a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at her, an apology already on his lips, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand and nodded once, firmly to assure him.
"I'll save you three whole cupcakes. Mitchell, won't lay a finger on them." She said with a huge smile and a wink. "Now hurry on then. I'll bring you up some tea."
And for the first time in a long time, hearing Annie mentioning tea hadn't annoyed him at all.