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chosehumanity) wrote2010-12-22 11:16 am
chosehumanity) wrote2010-12-22 11:16 am
A Pink Corner House, Early Wednesday Morning
It had been the full moon last night. The final test of Mitchell's suspicions about Nina. She had vanished early on in the evening, and she hadn't come back - that was a bad sign all on its own. Now Mitchell sat by the door, waiting. Just waiting. Waiting, until someone turned the keys in the lock, and the door opened in front of him.
Nina stepped through. Annie behind her. The expression on both of their faces said all, really, especially when Nina turned, and stared down at Mitchell.
A few seconds of silence passed.
"You knew," she said.
Mitchell fiddled with his fingers. The reality of it settled on him, seeping into his being and leaving a kind of distant sadness behind.
"Not for sure," he murmured. He glanced down at his hands. The smell of werewolf was a heavy one, familiar, but different. Coming from a different person. "Not 'till now."
Nina looked at him as if she wanted to fillet him alive. She just kept looking, like she expected something from him, something he didn't have.
He fiddled with the playing card in his hand. Collecting his thoughts. Trying-- trying to come up with something more, something better to offer Nina, some more support than George had managed in all this time. Something better than he'd managed to give Kate these past few days.
"Oh... kay," said Annie, "I'm just going to-- I have this-- I'll be--" She vanished abruptly.
Mitchell would've exhaled, had he breath in his lungs. Instead, his eyes flicked to the table. Guilt. He was feeling a fair bit of that, too. "When I changed," he started, slowly, "I lost myself. I... did things."
Killed, and kept on killing, murdering his way across the decades until Josie finally made it... stop, for a while.
"George and Annie--" He bit down on his lip. "...they hid." She was still looking at him. He flicked the card over. "This is a different life. But it's a life. And I know--" Something in Nina's eyes had shifted, but Mitchell couldn't tell what. "I know it would be so easy to surrender right now."
He would have said more, but she finally broke her silence, softly, and yet hard as fucking steel. "You know what I think?" she said. "I think this is about your conscience. You encouraged me and George. You encouraged him to have a life. You loaded a gun and you fired it into a crowd."
Her smile was bitter. "Bang," she whispered, bringing up her arms in a parody of a display.
Something stuck in his throat that couldn't possibly be breath; a second later George wandered blindly into the tension, asking questions.
"It's nothing," Nina said, but Mitchell could still hear the accusation in her voice. "It's all... wine and roses, George."
His fault. He'd just been trying-- he'd just wanted. He'd just wanted to have a life, for them all to have a life. For them to be something more, to be something human, and yet... there she was. Christ.
It could have been Jack. It could have been Kate.
"Mitchell?" George asked, carefully. Cluelessness in his eyes.
"Nothing," he said, and got up out of his chair. "Like she said. It's all wine and roses. I need to get to the shops."
Mitchell had left before George managed to say anything else.
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and taken from Being Human 2x01 ]]
Nina stepped through. Annie behind her. The expression on both of their faces said all, really, especially when Nina turned, and stared down at Mitchell.
A few seconds of silence passed.
"You knew," she said.
Mitchell fiddled with his fingers. The reality of it settled on him, seeping into his being and leaving a kind of distant sadness behind.
"Not for sure," he murmured. He glanced down at his hands. The smell of werewolf was a heavy one, familiar, but different. Coming from a different person. "Not 'till now."
Nina looked at him as if she wanted to fillet him alive. She just kept looking, like she expected something from him, something he didn't have.
He fiddled with the playing card in his hand. Collecting his thoughts. Trying-- trying to come up with something more, something better to offer Nina, some more support than George had managed in all this time. Something better than he'd managed to give Kate these past few days.
"Oh... kay," said Annie, "I'm just going to-- I have this-- I'll be--" She vanished abruptly.
Mitchell would've exhaled, had he breath in his lungs. Instead, his eyes flicked to the table. Guilt. He was feeling a fair bit of that, too. "When I changed," he started, slowly, "I lost myself. I... did things."
Killed, and kept on killing, murdering his way across the decades until Josie finally made it... stop, for a while.
"George and Annie--" He bit down on his lip. "...they hid." She was still looking at him. He flicked the card over. "This is a different life. But it's a life. And I know--" Something in Nina's eyes had shifted, but Mitchell couldn't tell what. "I know it would be so easy to surrender right now."
He would have said more, but she finally broke her silence, softly, and yet hard as fucking steel. "You know what I think?" she said. "I think this is about your conscience. You encouraged me and George. You encouraged him to have a life. You loaded a gun and you fired it into a crowd."
Her smile was bitter. "Bang," she whispered, bringing up her arms in a parody of a display.
Something stuck in his throat that couldn't possibly be breath; a second later George wandered blindly into the tension, asking questions.
"It's nothing," Nina said, but Mitchell could still hear the accusation in her voice. "It's all... wine and roses, George."
His fault. He'd just been trying-- he'd just wanted. He'd just wanted to have a life, for them all to have a life. For them to be something more, to be something human, and yet... there she was. Christ.
It could have been Jack. It could have been Kate.
"Mitchell?" George asked, carefully. Cluelessness in his eyes.
"Nothing," he said, and got up out of his chair. "Like she said. It's all wine and roses. I need to get to the shops."
Mitchell had left before George managed to say anything else.
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and taken from Being Human 2x01 ]]