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tamingthemuseTitle: Tree Sitting
Fandom: Being Human
Prompt: 165 Crushed
Warnings: little angsty, implied slash
Rating: PG
Summary: Mitchell does his best impression of a bird while watching George on a date
Mitchell didn’t feel like a stalker. Not at all. He was just sitting in tree watching his best friend share cookies with his new girlfriend. Cookies Annie had made for them, not for her, by the way.
They were sitting on a blanket that was spread out over vibrantly green grass. The sun was beating down on them. George had on a short sleeve shirt that hugged his body a little, but not too much. His jeans on the other hand, thanks to Annie’s lack of skill with the washing machine, were tight as hell around his ass. Very distracting.
Nina had on a tank top and a pair of shorts. She was basking in the sun like a snake as if she was making fun of him. See Mitchell, she was saying without words, I’m normal. I can handle the sun. I’m a woman. I’m everything he’d want, not some freak like you.
And it made him sick to his stomach because she was right. Even in the shade of the tree Mitchell had to wear sunglass and even kept his gloves on. Sure he pulled off the look, but the secret was he had no choice. The sun burned his eyes, and his skin flared up against it.
He couldn’t give George this normal afternoon which he obviously desperately wanted. Even if he could sit out in the sun with the other man wearing shorts and a tank top he doubted George would want too. The two of them, two men, would draw too much attention for George’s liking. He’d complain about the stares, about being even more abnormal. Even in this day and age of understanding George won’t want that. It’d still be different, and won’t belong behind the white picket fence.
Mitchell shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be longing for his best friend in the mist of branches and leaves. He should go home, maybe talk to Annie about something unimportant. Or he could go out, go to a party, met a girl. It was too bad sex always ended bloody with him or he’d have a regular life too. Maybe he could try. Stay really controlled and…
And what find a weak replacement? His mind had become so over run with thoughts of George. Wasn’t too long ago he though the werewolf was an infuriating fool. George had so many ticks, so many little things that were insanely annoying. Why couldn’t he go back to nitpicking those instead of day dreaming of his ass in those pants?
Well, stalking wasn’t going to help anything. He decided to get going. He jumped down out of the tree landed in a hole and fell back against the tree hitting his head. He groaned and sat up slowly, the world spinning for a moment. Some superior being he was. Defeated by tree and gofer.
“Is that your roommate?” his superior hearing caught Nina’s high pitched voice clearly. He groaned again and tried making a walk for it. Running would only draw attention and questions.
“Yeah,” George said and he heard the man getting up, “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Okay,” Nina said.
Then more footsteps, rushed like a light jog.
“Mitchell?” George asked and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned surprised to see the confusion and frustration written on his face.
“Yeah?” he asked, completely uncreative and unhelpful.
“What are you doing here?” George whined, “I’m on a nice, regular date and you’re just…what?”
“I was just passing by,” Mitchell said with a shrug, “No law against that.”
“Looked more like spying,” George snapped.
“Why would I, spy on you?” Mitchell demanded, “I’ve got better things to do. I didn’t even see you there until after I was in the tree, which is shady and more comfortable for me. Sometimes, I like coming to the park and listening to kids run by and people talk. People watching, that’s pretty common right?”
“Yeah, guess,” George said obviously feeling bad now, “It just thought it was weird. I mean the tree just happened to be right there.”
“Tell me this. If I was spying, why was I?” Mitchell demanded and George stood there for a moment. Would it click? Would he suddenly realize that George realize Mitchell was head over heels in love with him? Realize he felt it back too and should never have put up with Nina’s frailty. That he wanted someone strong, a fellow hunter.
“Nah,” he said plainly, “I’m sorry it was just too weird seeing you there all the sudden, and it’s close to the full moon. I don’t know. I worried you making sure I didn’t go catching Frisbees.”
Mitchell shook his head then said, “Nope, Oddly enough you aren’t the center of my world.”
“Course not. God I feel dumb now,” George said with a screwy smile, “Got to head off. Nina’s waiting. Go back to tree sitting, sounds like fun.” He waved before bounding back to Nina like a good puppy.
Mitchell watched him go and sighed. He straightened his sunglasses before walking away, hands in pockets.
Not the center of my world, he thought ruefully, don’t I wish?
Fandom: Being Human
Prompt: 165 Crushed
Warnings: little angsty, implied slash
Rating: PG
Summary: Mitchell does his best impression of a bird while watching George on a date
Mitchell didn’t feel like a stalker. Not at all. He was just sitting in tree watching his best friend share cookies with his new girlfriend. Cookies Annie had made for them, not for her, by the way.
They were sitting on a blanket that was spread out over vibrantly green grass. The sun was beating down on them. George had on a short sleeve shirt that hugged his body a little, but not too much. His jeans on the other hand, thanks to Annie’s lack of skill with the washing machine, were tight as hell around his ass. Very distracting.
Nina had on a tank top and a pair of shorts. She was basking in the sun like a snake as if she was making fun of him. See Mitchell, she was saying without words, I’m normal. I can handle the sun. I’m a woman. I’m everything he’d want, not some freak like you.
And it made him sick to his stomach because she was right. Even in the shade of the tree Mitchell had to wear sunglass and even kept his gloves on. Sure he pulled off the look, but the secret was he had no choice. The sun burned his eyes, and his skin flared up against it.
He couldn’t give George this normal afternoon which he obviously desperately wanted. Even if he could sit out in the sun with the other man wearing shorts and a tank top he doubted George would want too. The two of them, two men, would draw too much attention for George’s liking. He’d complain about the stares, about being even more abnormal. Even in this day and age of understanding George won’t want that. It’d still be different, and won’t belong behind the white picket fence.
Mitchell shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be longing for his best friend in the mist of branches and leaves. He should go home, maybe talk to Annie about something unimportant. Or he could go out, go to a party, met a girl. It was too bad sex always ended bloody with him or he’d have a regular life too. Maybe he could try. Stay really controlled and…
And what find a weak replacement? His mind had become so over run with thoughts of George. Wasn’t too long ago he though the werewolf was an infuriating fool. George had so many ticks, so many little things that were insanely annoying. Why couldn’t he go back to nitpicking those instead of day dreaming of his ass in those pants?
Well, stalking wasn’t going to help anything. He decided to get going. He jumped down out of the tree landed in a hole and fell back against the tree hitting his head. He groaned and sat up slowly, the world spinning for a moment. Some superior being he was. Defeated by tree and gofer.
“Is that your roommate?” his superior hearing caught Nina’s high pitched voice clearly. He groaned again and tried making a walk for it. Running would only draw attention and questions.
“Yeah,” George said and he heard the man getting up, “I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Okay,” Nina said.
Then more footsteps, rushed like a light jog.
“Mitchell?” George asked and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned surprised to see the confusion and frustration written on his face.
“Yeah?” he asked, completely uncreative and unhelpful.
“What are you doing here?” George whined, “I’m on a nice, regular date and you’re just…what?”
“I was just passing by,” Mitchell said with a shrug, “No law against that.”
“Looked more like spying,” George snapped.
“Why would I, spy on you?” Mitchell demanded, “I’ve got better things to do. I didn’t even see you there until after I was in the tree, which is shady and more comfortable for me. Sometimes, I like coming to the park and listening to kids run by and people talk. People watching, that’s pretty common right?”
“Yeah, guess,” George said obviously feeling bad now, “It just thought it was weird. I mean the tree just happened to be right there.”
“Tell me this. If I was spying, why was I?” Mitchell demanded and George stood there for a moment. Would it click? Would he suddenly realize that George realize Mitchell was head over heels in love with him? Realize he felt it back too and should never have put up with Nina’s frailty. That he wanted someone strong, a fellow hunter.
“Nah,” he said plainly, “I’m sorry it was just too weird seeing you there all the sudden, and it’s close to the full moon. I don’t know. I worried you making sure I didn’t go catching Frisbees.”
Mitchell shook his head then said, “Nope, Oddly enough you aren’t the center of my world.”
“Course not. God I feel dumb now,” George said with a screwy smile, “Got to head off. Nina’s waiting. Go back to tree sitting, sounds like fun.” He waved before bounding back to Nina like a good puppy.
Mitchell watched him go and sighed. He straightened his sunglasses before walking away, hands in pockets.
Not the center of my world, he thought ruefully, don’t I wish?
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Date: 2009-09-16 02:00 am (UTC)Also? I love infatuated!Mitchell, and I think we can all sympathize with his fascination for George's bum (they flash it enough on-screen, don't they?).
Wonderful fic :)
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Date: 2009-09-16 02:06 am (UTC)They show Georges bum every ten seconds I swear, or maybe that's just my selective memory. XD
Thank you so much.
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Date: 2009-09-17 09:33 pm (UTC)Favourite line: "...waved before bounding back to Nina like a good puppy." gotta <3 a well-placed simile, especially one so very 'George'.
(Oh, not to mention the idea of Annie lacking skill with the washing machine :D Win.)
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Date: 2009-09-18 04:14 am (UTC)Simile tend to be underused I think or are cliche such as 'like a fish out of water', but really you can make them from anything. And if I can compare a werewolf to a dog, I will. Any time.
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Date: 2009-09-20 09:24 am (UTC)- All about the pre-raphaelite artists of the 1850's, except this version had too many recognisable actors for me to not think of them as a vampire (mitchell), policeman Cartwright (out of the film Hot Fuzz) and The East India company's Beckett (Pirates of the caribbean), not to mention one of the others reminds me of the LotR hobbits.
I spent nearly all 6 episodes half-expecting Mitchell to bite someone.
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Date: 2009-09-21 12:53 am (UTC)