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Who: Mitchell and Annie Sawyer
What: Mitchell and Annie share a yet another dream
When: Monday, February 10th. Early Early Morning
Where: Their House
Rating: Mostly Family Friendly. Some Angst.
Status: Complete

There was no way getting around this. She somehow knew that time was getting short between them in her dream, though Annie kept hoping for something good to happen. It wasn’t meant to be though. Herrick had killed all those police officers and there was no way to clean it up. The old ones had come, trying to get Mitchell to come back to them. They would use him and that would be it. There was no turning back from this. She’d kissed him goodbye and told Mitchell just how much she loved him. Just when she hadn’t thought George would do it, it was over and Mitchell was dead. Annie realized that as she woke, she had never felt anything at all like the sadness and the brokenness of the whole thing and how her heart ached.

She awoke with a bit of a start and glanced over to hope that Mitchell was still there. Still alive in reality. Not crumbled to dust. Not gone but actually here beside her. If he wasn’t, she didn’t really know what she was going to do anymore. Annie didn’t think she could get over something like that. Everything had happened so fast. It was brutal and awful but the only way to make sure that he didn’t hurt anyone else. Hed’ begged George to kill him.

Annie was in tears now, and whether or not he was awake as she was, she wrapped herself around him.

Mitchell was also dreaming, but that seemed to be the way of it with him and Annie these days. His weren’t any better than her’s, mostly because they were exactly the same. After leaving the police station, Herrick had revealed that he’d killed, not only the police officers at the house, but McNair as well. All of this had happened while he was in one of the cages where the werewolf fights had been held. Herrick wanted Mitchell back on his side and thought he could do that by making Mitchell kill George by making George hate Mitchell. Mitchell of course had figured out that George must be the werewolf who was supposed to kill him and Mitchell just wanted it all to end. After Tom had shown up, unexpectedly and taken out Herrick’s henchmen, Mitchell left with Herrick under the pretense that he was going to join him, but in the end, Mitchell had gone with Herrick in order to finally put an end to so many years of pain and suffering.

After leaving the beach, as Herrick’s dusty remains floated away, he headed home and tried to make George hate him so that he would kill him. He said things he didn’t mean, because it had to be George. Mitchell told him that he’d infected his life by being his friend and that George was weak, but in the end, amid tears from all four of them, Mitchell admitted that he didn’t believe what he was saying, but that he couldn’t continue to live, because there would be more incidents and he didn’t want George to have to continue covering for him. He told Annie had she was the love of his life and they kissed then just as George was about to do it, the Old Ones showed up and tried to take him with them, but George followed through and Mitchell’s last thought was how much he loved his friends.

Gasping, Mitchell’s eyes shot open and he would have sat up, were it not for Annie wrapped around him, crying. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why. “You...you dreamt it too, didn’t you?”

Just barely she nodded her head when she felt him startle awake as hers did. She didn’t trust herself to say anything at the moment. It was all too painful. She’d watched him go and didn’t know how she was going to cope in her dreams. What was going to happen next. Nina and her baby and George and then Mitchell.. poor Mitchell who was just gone. Because he couldn’t go on like that anymore. She stayed curled up around him for a moment longer before she lifted her head up. Just to see him there, actually alive and not dead dead. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tightly.

“I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry.”

Mitchell’s arms wrapped around Annie, tightly, one arm coming up to stroke her hair, “Annie, you have nothing to be sorry for.” He hated the fact that she was so upset; not only in real life, but in the dreams as well. She’d just watched Mitchell turn to dust and now he had no idea what would happen to his friends there. In real life, she now knew what could potentially happen to him and he hated that. Hated that she would have to live with that knowledge. “It’s gonna be alright.” He said, looking into her tear stained eyes.

Annie squeezed him tightly, burying her face against his chest and kept on crying for a moment. She would have to calm herself down somehow. “I’m sorry that it had to come down to that. Don’t ever die okay? Just.. please don’t do that.” She didn’t think that she could take it, if it happened twice over. Not to mention she didn’t know what was going to happen to the rest of them. She lifted her head and stared up at him. “I don’t know that you’re right. I lost you, and I’m still stuck there.”

Mitchell wished that there was something he could do to take Annie’s pain away, but he felt it too. He felt how his dream counterpart had felt as he’d tried to make George hate him so that he’d kill him and how he felt when he’d looked at Annie and told her that she was the love of his life and then there was the faint ache in his chest where George had staked him in the dream. “I wish there was something I could do,” He cupped her cheek as she gazed up at him then ran it through her hair, “I hate knowing that there’s nothing I can do to help you.”

How could he be worried about her, when he was the one who had been staked? “Don’t worry about me. George.. staked you, and you’re gone because we had to do it. He loved you so much that was all he could do.” The damn Old Ones just wouldn’t leave them alone. Wouldn’t leave Mitchell alone. She wasn’t sobbing anymore, but tears still fell. She needed some tissues probably. “I hate that it came to this. All of it. After everything the four of us have been through. Why couldn’t they have just left us alone?”

The way Mitchell saw it, they were better off in the long run without him. The Old Ones wouldn’t have taken no for an answer and they were much worse than Herrick. They would have used Mitchell as a weapon and he wouldn’t have been able to live with himself then. He could barely live with himself knowing that he’d hurt his friends because he’d been weak and wanted revenge. “He did what he had to. It would have been even worse if I’d lived. If The Old Ones had gotten their hands on me.” He stroked his fingers through Annie’s hair as he spoke, wanting to comfort her in any way that he could.

Deep down Annie knew that was true. Because she saw how weak Mitchell was. That there wasn’t any way. Every time someone saved him from himself and he stopped drinking blood, something awful happened and he was drawn back in. She hated that she thought of him like that, but she couldn’t help it. Mitchell had been around so much longer than the rest of them. “What am I supposed to do without you?”

“You have George and Nina. I’m sure everything is going to be fine,” Of course Mitchell had no way of knowing that and now that his dreams were obviously over, he wouldn’t have the same advantage when it came to Annie’s dreams from now on. Having the same dreams meant that he’d known how she’d felt and what to say, but now if Annie didn’t want to talk about a dream, he wouldn’t know why. “But here, you won’t have to ever be without me. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

He was right of course. Annie had George and Nina. “Right, I have to look after them. And the baby.” If Nina even ended up giving birth. Whatever happened, she was going to be there to look after the baby. But she didn’t know how bad it was going to get. It just felt like everything was so lost. Annie wiped at her tears and took a deep breath. “You’d better not do anything as monumentally stupid as all that. And you’d better not leave me, because George isn’t here and I don’t think that I would have the.. the strength to do what he did. So don’t make me.”

It broke Mitchell’s heart to think of Annie being alone in this world too. The last thing he’d ever want would be to make Annie be the one to kill him if it ever came down to it. She’d already seen him die in the dreams. He’d never want her to have that memory in real life. “I won’t. I promise.” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her lips. Deep down he knew there there was no way he could really promise her that nothing would ever happen to him, but right now she needed to hear him say it.

Deep down she knew that promises weren’t something that they could keep, especially when it was a promise like that. Annie would gladly accept it right then. She pressed her lips against his and kissed him deeply, wanting to know that he was still alive and just needing him there beside her. Even if he was the only person that she could touch and be with, that would be enough for her. She never wanted this to stop. “Good, I love you,” she muttered before she leaned up and kissed him again.

Mitchell hated the fact that Annie was transitioning into a ghost. He’d hoped that just maybe that part of the dreams wouldn’t happen for her, but he was determined to find a way to help her. She needed to be seen by her friends and needed to be able to leave the house and work and do all the normal things she’d done before this. “I love you too.” He kissed her back, fingers tangling into her curly hair.

As far as she knew, she wasn’t ever going to go back to how things were. SHe hadn’t actually died though, which was the weird thing. She supposed it didn’t matter though. Though if they could find a way to help her be seen again and be solid, she wouldn’t mind. She wasn’t going to turn it down. But mostly she just wanted him to be safe, and if that meant she was a ghost, then she’d be a ghost. “I’m not sure I can go back to sleep. Want to get a drink? Tea? Coffee?”

“Me neither.” Mitchell wasn’t sure he’d be able to sleep again for awhile so in a way he was glad that Annie also couldn’t get back to sleep. “Tea sounds like a good idea. We can watch a movie or something too.” It would be the best way to keep themselves awake.

Annie was thrilled that he couldn’t go back to bed either. She didn’t want to let him out of her sight. “Tea sounds marvelous. I’d even let you make it,” she was half teasing because she always made tea in their dreams. Even when no one would drink it. “That sounds good.” She kissed him again and then got up off the bed and tugged him up with her. Then she lead the way downstairs to the couch. “I’ll get tea, you get the movie.”