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chosehumanity) wrote2011-01-28 07:42 pm
chosehumanity) wrote2011-01-28 07:42 pm
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A Hospital, Bristol, Friday Afternoon
It was a nice, crisp Friday afternoon, with little moments of sunlight in between. Inside the hospital, Mitchell couldn't catch much of it, which was just as well. He was not a big fan of the sun. In fact, the lack of sunlight was making him nostalgic for the short periods of time where he'd worked here.
And if the day was further brightened by him running into a familiar face... Well.
"So was today full of people being sick, or...?" Mitchell asked. Lucy shut the lift doors behind her. "I mean, I saw some sick up on the way, and well, while I was working here, sometimes it was all about the poo, but other days..."
...God, he was deteriorating. He shot the nameless nurse next to Lucy a brief smile. She gave him a weird look.
Christ.
Finally, mercifully, the lift came to a stop, and he pushed open the door for the nurse. That left just him and Lucy alone in there as the doors closed.
Right. He could do this.
"So," said Lucy, conversationally, "So that was weird."
"I don't know how to talk to you," he blurted. That sounded familiar, somehow. "I know I came on too strong last week, but now--" ...Very familiar. "Oh my god," Mitchell said, startled, "I've become my flatmate."
"Look," Lucy replied, and gave him an earnest look. If awkward. "The replacement goldfish you gave me... Trevor. He was nice. We have such a laugh."
And what the hell could he make of that?
"He was... the perfect gesture," she continued, "And that's the speed I'm comfortable with. I mean-- not forever, just until I get my head... Gh-- ..." She waved her hands around like she was trying to communicate something she didn't have words for, then gave up. "...Trevor was genius."
Okay. Okay, he could work with that. Think smooth, Mitchell. You can do this. It's simple. You've done it before.
"So," he said, smoothly, "What happens now? Do I buy you another goldfish?"
"No," she said. Then paused. Then: "No. See, now you've gone weird again."
Well, fuck.
"...How about a coffee?" she added.
"I'm... a huge fan of coffee," he shared. That was something, at least. Right? That was good. Coffee. Good. Yes.
Silence descended.
Which he managed for about a minute.
It was too... silence-y.
"So, where are you going?" he asked, finally.
"Police has just put in a DOA," she said, fidgeting with her coat. "I'm... just gonna go declare it."
---
And all of it was fine, really, until about five minutes later, when Mitchell actually saw the DOA's face and got out there like a bat out of hell. Pun not intended. He needed to call Jack.
Lucy stayed, and made gay vampire jokes with the policeman as she inspected the puncture wounds on the corpse. Victim of a "mince of darkness," they called the body. They both thought it was hilarious.
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and spoilers for Being Human 2x02. More coming up soon. ]]
And if the day was further brightened by him running into a familiar face... Well.
"So was today full of people being sick, or...?" Mitchell asked. Lucy shut the lift doors behind her. "I mean, I saw some sick up on the way, and well, while I was working here, sometimes it was all about the poo, but other days..."
...God, he was deteriorating. He shot the nameless nurse next to Lucy a brief smile. She gave him a weird look.
Christ.
Finally, mercifully, the lift came to a stop, and he pushed open the door for the nurse. That left just him and Lucy alone in there as the doors closed.
Right. He could do this.
"So," said Lucy, conversationally, "So that was weird."
"I don't know how to talk to you," he blurted. That sounded familiar, somehow. "I know I came on too strong last week, but now--" ...Very familiar. "Oh my god," Mitchell said, startled, "I've become my flatmate."
"Look," Lucy replied, and gave him an earnest look. If awkward. "The replacement goldfish you gave me... Trevor. He was nice. We have such a laugh."
And what the hell could he make of that?
"He was... the perfect gesture," she continued, "And that's the speed I'm comfortable with. I mean-- not forever, just until I get my head... Gh-- ..." She waved her hands around like she was trying to communicate something she didn't have words for, then gave up. "...Trevor was genius."
Okay. Okay, he could work with that. Think smooth, Mitchell. You can do this. It's simple. You've done it before.
"So," he said, smoothly, "What happens now? Do I buy you another goldfish?"
"No," she said. Then paused. Then: "No. See, now you've gone weird again."
Well, fuck.
"...How about a coffee?" she added.
"I'm... a huge fan of coffee," he shared. That was something, at least. Right? That was good. Coffee. Good. Yes.
Silence descended.
Which he managed for about a minute.
It was too... silence-y.
"So, where are you going?" he asked, finally.
"Police has just put in a DOA," she said, fidgeting with her coat. "I'm... just gonna go declare it."
---
And all of it was fine, really, until about five minutes later, when Mitchell actually saw the DOA's face and got out there like a bat out of hell. Pun not intended. He needed to call Jack.
Lucy stayed, and made gay vampire jokes with the policeman as she inspected the puncture wounds on the corpse. Victim of a "mince of darkness," they called the body. They both thought it was hilarious.
[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and spoilers for Being Human 2x02. More coming up soon. ]]