One of God's children

It was in all ways a beautiful church: sitting near the center of Bristol, hundreds of years old, a place that drew large quantities of parishoners every day. It had taken Mitchell time to find out where it was, exactly-- he hadn't precisely been searching based on aesthetics alone, either.

But he had found it.

Her church.

Lucy's church.

And he was going to get some ( answers. )

[[ NFB, NFI, and ooc-okay. Preplayed with the awesome nookiepowered, and taken from Being Human 2x08. We're in the home stretch now, woo. ]]

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. ]]

On Wednesday, on his way to work, Mitchell had gotten a phone call. Annie, George said, had been assaulted, and she needed him around. If Mitchell were entirely honest, he'd been a little preoccupied recently - and feeling guilty over his first impulse ('I don't have time') had led him to grab a portal back to Bristol. Just until Friday. So he could keep an eye on her.

( Then today happened. )

[[ nfb, and taken from both Being Human 2x02 and 2x03. open for phone calls ]]

So Monday went about like this:

( Mitchell came home with a bag of shopping he'd picked up in Baltimore a few hours before to find a man standing in his living room. )

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And then Friday happened, and it was all right.

( It started with the door bell. )

[[ nfb, nfi, and ooc-okay! Taken from Being Human 2x01, and to Mitchell I say, enjoy it while you can... ]]