One of God's children

"You've got some fucking nerve," Nina growled. Blonde, tiny Nina, who had to reach pretty far up high to kiss George-- she had Lucy by the throat up against the wall, and she did not look happy.

It was fairly understandable, if you asked Mitchell. Though he wasn't sure he could stand here through Lucy's pleading.

"Is your friend with you?" she snapped.

( She came here on her own, Nina. )

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( Do you... trust her? )

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( He brought Lucy a pillow and his old jacket for a blanket. 'Here. There's milk and bread and stuff in the fridge.' )

[[ to be finished tomorrow, since it's a whole lot to write up in one day. NFB, NFI, OOC-okay, and taken and only slightly tweaked from Being Human 2x8! ]]

Bodies. Bodies and blood and flickering lights and no one to protect her.

( Lucy's entire being thrummed with terror. )

[[ NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Takes place after this, and preplayed with the usual succubus-vampire suspects of awesome. Taken from Being Human 2x08, aaand we're done. ]]

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. ]]

After kicking Hannibal off the island, Mitchell hadn't really felt much like staying. It was starting to feel like everything ever was falling back into shit on him, and he just wanted ... something. Something nice. Something good. Something that wasn't about crying teenagers, or sitting at home feeling useless, or beating up stupid fledglings with more balls than sense.

So he figured he'd go look up George at hospital, see how he was coming along, try very hard not to bring up Nina's condition... ...except George had, upon arrival, immediately informed him that he was busy, go hang about the restrooms or something, skulking's what you do best.

Which was lovely. Really.

He sighed, and ( pushed into the bathroom. )

[[ nfb, nfi, ooc-okay, and taken from Being Human S2E01! ]]