Around Barry Island, UK, Monday Afternoon
Sep. 24th, 2012 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chosehumanitySo maybe, just maybe, it would have been a good idea to text Jack HELP! more than five mintes before the part where George and Nina had run into a room full of feasting vampires wielding only a potted plant and a golf club, shouting "Who wants a piece of my plant?!" (George) to rescue young Adam, but, well, that was hindsight, and hindsight was always 20/20.
Not that there wasn't help required afterwards, but that was rather less acute.
So George wound up sitting back at home, nursing a tea and attempting to type an elaborate apology to Jack in only the small amount of characters he could manage on a text, and not really getting anywhere.
---
Annie and Mitchell were on their way... honest.
Annie had seemed down in the dumps of late, and at the same time, very clingy; Mitchell had taken her out here to do something, to see some things, to get her to just... be for once.
"I'm your guardian angel," she chirped happily, snagging his arm as they walked along the pier, the wind in her hair.
Mitchell sighed. "Annie, I didn't fetch you back here to do anything." He extricated his arm from hers and turned towards her. "Just... just be here."
"Yeah," Annie said, smiling. "With you."
He really hoped the tone in her voice didn't mean anything-- it would get complicated to explain to Bo, just for one, and he wasn't... well, no. "Yeah," he said, "And George. And Nina."
"Yeah, but now that I am here..."
"We can look after ourselves," he told her firmly.
She laughed, leaning back against the fence that separated them from the sea. "You'd be lost without me."
He rubbed at his face and thought, oddly enough, of Jack and Sebastien for a moment. "And how would you be without us, huh? You can't base your life on what you give to other people, cause, well, we might not always be here."
That startled Annie, her eyes darting back towards the sea and then to him in turn. "Well, where would you go?" she asked, her voice cracking. "I mean, you wouldn't... you wouldn't go to that foul place and get me back and then just, like, abandon me?"
Mitchell sighed. Suddenly he felt the weight of his over-a-century's living. "Things change," he said. That's the only constant.
"In a day?" she asked.
"Sometimes."
She didn't seem to comprehend, and after a moment or two she let it go, and said firmly, "I'm your guardian angel," again.
"Oh, stop it, Annie," he snapped. "Stop defining yourself by what you do for other people! Get a--"
"A life?" she snapped back. "It's a bit late for that." She tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear. "Um... what do you think I came back for... to a world where I can't be seen or heard or touched? All I've got is you. And Nina and George. You are my life. You... you give me life. You saw that place. And I'm telling you that if I had to drift through this world... without you... with no-one knowing I'm even here, then... then I might as well be back there."
It wasn't that he didn't understand that-- he honestly did. What it was was that it would never be different, that she would never change to fit a changing world-- not unless she poured work into herself.
He didn't say that, though. He just turned, and the two of them walked back to the house in silence.
[[ for a jack; taken from Being Human 3x02: 'Adam's Family' ]]
Not that there wasn't help required afterwards, but that was rather less acute.
So George wound up sitting back at home, nursing a tea and attempting to type an elaborate apology to Jack in only the small amount of characters he could manage on a text, and not really getting anywhere.
---
Annie and Mitchell were on their way... honest.
Annie had seemed down in the dumps of late, and at the same time, very clingy; Mitchell had taken her out here to do something, to see some things, to get her to just... be for once.
"I'm your guardian angel," she chirped happily, snagging his arm as they walked along the pier, the wind in her hair.
Mitchell sighed. "Annie, I didn't fetch you back here to do anything." He extricated his arm from hers and turned towards her. "Just... just be here."
"Yeah," Annie said, smiling. "With you."
He really hoped the tone in her voice didn't mean anything-- it would get complicated to explain to Bo, just for one, and he wasn't... well, no. "Yeah," he said, "And George. And Nina."
"Yeah, but now that I am here..."
"We can look after ourselves," he told her firmly.
She laughed, leaning back against the fence that separated them from the sea. "You'd be lost without me."
He rubbed at his face and thought, oddly enough, of Jack and Sebastien for a moment. "And how would you be without us, huh? You can't base your life on what you give to other people, cause, well, we might not always be here."
That startled Annie, her eyes darting back towards the sea and then to him in turn. "Well, where would you go?" she asked, her voice cracking. "I mean, you wouldn't... you wouldn't go to that foul place and get me back and then just, like, abandon me?"
Mitchell sighed. Suddenly he felt the weight of his over-a-century's living. "Things change," he said. That's the only constant.
"In a day?" she asked.
"Sometimes."
She didn't seem to comprehend, and after a moment or two she let it go, and said firmly, "I'm your guardian angel," again.
"Oh, stop it, Annie," he snapped. "Stop defining yourself by what you do for other people! Get a--"
"A life?" she snapped back. "It's a bit late for that." She tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear. "Um... what do you think I came back for... to a world where I can't be seen or heard or touched? All I've got is you. And Nina and George. You are my life. You... you give me life. You saw that place. And I'm telling you that if I had to drift through this world... without you... with no-one knowing I'm even here, then... then I might as well be back there."
It wasn't that he didn't understand that-- he honestly did. What it was was that it would never be different, that she would never change to fit a changing world-- not unless she poured work into herself.
He didn't say that, though. He just turned, and the two of them walked back to the house in silence.
[[ for a jack; taken from Being Human 3x02: 'Adam's Family' ]]
