The House Called Honolulu Heights, Barry Island, Monday Morning

[chosehumanity]

George sat at the breakfast table with an untouched cup of tea, doing what he had been doing for most of last week... nothing, staring at the walls, trying not cry.

All right, so during the full moon things had gotten a bit... interesting... between him and Nina, so that had broken up the staring somewhat, but... that had only lasted so long. So now he sat here, and nursed his tea, and barely met Nina's eyes the few times she tried to get to him.

Then the door behind him opened, thudding against the wall, and he jerked up. Oh god-- would it be Mitchell and Annie? Were they back?

Some of the hope fled him as he looked: it was Mitchell, alive-- well, undead-- and well, thank god, but no sign of Annie.

No sign of Annie.

He couldn't deal with it any longer. The tears wrestled their way out and he sobbed out loud; no doubt he looked as ugly as he felt.

... and then the sound of tea clattering into his mug pulled him out of it. He looked up and stared directly into Annie's face, and her smile, god-- George hurled himself at her, hugging her tight, as behind him Nina did the same to Mitchell.

Mitchell-- pulled out his phone, and texted a quick, We're back!!! to the people who'd care. Then the three of them took Annie and dragged her from room to room, showing off their new home, and celebrating the return of a friend.

[[ open to texts! Taken from Being Human 3x01. I miss this show, I really do. ]]

Comments

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was still in New York. It turned out that three nights spent in a sewer eating rats did not increase his motivation to get back to London and find a job. This was fine, for now.

That mattered less when he read the text.

Amazing! Congratulations. Both in one piece?

The question was ... not entirely flippant.

[chosehumanity]

yes, we're both fine. perfect, actually. everything's looking up for a change!

For now, anyway.

[bitten_notshy]

maybe this time it'll last!

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Though Jack must have realized he just doomed them, because:

i really shouldnt say things like that. but i am happy for you both. how was it?

[chosehumanity]

...complicated.

Or another bullet on the long list of terrible things Mitchell really didn't want to talk about that would clearly never come to bite him in the ass.

we're hosting a housewarming next week. you're welcome to come.

[bitten_notshy]

of course.

Really, that one would have been a no-brainer even if it hadn't been a step toward being back on the right side of the Atlantic.

hug annie for me.

[chosehumanity]

think you can do that yourself when you get here.

There were some minor advantages to being a werewolf. Though whether being able to interact with Annie was one of them was... well, up to the werewolf.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack frowned at the phone without comprehension for a minute, then:

oh, right! so i definitely need to come.

Seeing her again counted as a benefit for Jack, at least.

[chosehumanity]

kate says you should make green rum drinks i think this is an excellent idea

And as far as Mitchell's excellent ideas went, this one was mostly harmless, so hey.

[bitten_notshy]

WE SHOULD. green rum drinks are magical things, Jack had to agree. also remind me of bahamas. match hotel's theme.

All tropical places were pretty much the same, right?

[chosehumanity]

annie says to bring little umbrellas if you do, Mitchell reported. and it's her party...

[bitten_notshy]

umbrellas + maybe some silk leis, Jack promised. anything else she wants?

[chosehumanity]

no i think she's good otherwise.

Or too busy just being glad she was back. Either or.

[bitten_notshy]

Coming back to life -- or unlife -- would have that effect, wouldn't it?

then great, see you soon!