One of God's children

He'd promised Kate and Jack Saturday. So Saturday it was. Mitchell wasn't sure he was up for it being Saturday so soon.

He pottered around the house, poking through the snacks in the cabinet. Turning on the television. Turning on the radio. None of it really kept his attention for very long, and so he wound up drifting through the house more than anything. If he were inclined to make jokes right now, he'd have said he was being a bit like a ghost.

Eventually, Mitchell just crashed down on the sofa. There would be distractions soon enough, and trying to find any more seemed about as pointless as anything else.

[[ for anyone who has reason to visit. ]]

Once Mitchell had the name, the rest all fell into place. George had left him an emergency contact address a few days before Mitchell's... incident with the coroner and his resulting... dubious voicemails, which told him exactly where they needed to be.

When Eric arrived shortly after sundown, he and Bo were already set and ready to go.

He was going to find Lucy and get George and Annie the hell out of her claws. Beyond that, Mitchell hadn't exactly thought ahead: he was angry as hell, and as far as he was concerned, there was only one way to deal with it.

( Honestly, for a secret society, they had bloody awful security. )

[[ NFB, NFI, and OOC-okay. Preplayed with the fantastic texted3times and nookiepowered; taken from Being Human 2x08. Warning: minor NPC death. ]]

Unlike what certain blonde parties might have presumed, Mitchell hadn't high-tailed it off the island after all. He was still here, methodically picking through everything he knew - partly so he'd be prepared, but mostly because he didn't relish the idea of having to deal with Eric hitting him again.

But he was starting to run out of crap to find.

It didn't occur to him until much later in the week - read: now - to realise there was a voicemail sitting on his phone. He had dim memories of sending George off some questionable texts or something right after the whole coroner deal. He wondered if it was about that.

He jammed the phone onto speaker while he went back through going through some stacks. True enough, it was George's voice on the other end of the line.

"Where are you? What's happened to you, Mitchell? I keep dragging you from that world, but you keep sliding back, and, and I, can't risk-- you anymore, there's Nina to think of, and, and Annie, and I think you should leave us alone now--"

The message went abruptly silent.

Mitchell stared at the phone from the other end of the room.

Right.

[[ mostly establishy, George's message taken from Being Human 2x08, but open if anyone has reason to visit. ]]

The party was in full swing. Ivan's Twitter feed had done its work: as far as Mitchell could tell, every vampire in Bristol was here right now, chatting, sipping drinks, dancing to the music. He'd gone on a limb and invited Eric too, partly to avoid future questions, and partly to at least hang with the guy one more time before giving him the 'yeah, you've been a good mate, but I'm trying to get out of this scene' speech.

And, okay, partly because Mitchell was having epic jitters right around now. Should he go through with this? Of course he should - he'd promised Lucy. But was he going to do this right? What would be the best way to say it? Just play it all casual-like, or make some kind of big, grave, Herrick-like announcement--

No, not the Herrick path. That would be sort of defeating the point.

He sighed, took a wig of his beer, and stared out into the crowd. Right. He could do this.

( Eric lounged casually against a wall... )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and preplayed with the awesome texted3times. Also: taken from Being Human 2x06. I'd say no vampires were harmed in the making of this post, but I'd be lying. To be continued... ]]

To say that Mitchell was still a bit off after Kate had told him about his apparently impending demise was-- well, that was understating the matter severely. He was trying very hard to avoid broadcasting anything to anyone, but his mind had been racing, and he was planning to head back to Fandom to talk to Eric first thing Wednesday morning.

But tonight--

"I'm having dinner with Lucy tonight," he told George. "I think I might finally be getting somewhere. Good things come to those who wait."

George cast the butter down on the dinner table, and shot him an incredulous look. "Whereas Sam and I are 'rushing things', is that what you were saying?"

"...Actually, no, I wasn't," Mitchell said, turning 'round and leaning against the counter. Sam was George's rebound, but the problem was that George... didn't realise that yet. "But if you want to have that conversation, yeah, I think you need to slow down."

"Why? So I can miss out again?" George protested. "No, this may be my only opportunity for a normal, happy family life."

"George," he replied, feeling the urge to facepalm coming on. "There'll be other girls. Other Ninas, maybe." Nina had been good for him, at least right up until-- well. Everything.

"No, no, Nina wasn't the right kind of person for me--" George started.

"What," Mitchell said, and it was his turn to be incredulous this time, ( 'You mean somebody you loved?' )

[[ nfb, nfi and taken from Being Human 2x05. Warning: mentions of pedophilia, NPC character death. ]]