Now My Wings Fit

Word of the Day Challenge: Moonbow

This is meant to be set pre-series 1.

Moonbow – a rainbow caused by light from the moon

Disclaimer: Don’t own Being Human

“Annie! Annie, there’s something you’ve got to see.”

Mitchell took the kettle from Annie’s hand and placed it back on the stand. He wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her through to the living room.

“What are you talking about? What’s going on?”

“There’s a moonbow. I haven’t seen one of those for fifty years.”

Annie smiled at the thought, Mitchell’s enthusiasm proving highly contagious.

Yet as she followed him, it became very apparent that he meant to take her outside, and she quickly put on the brakes.

Mitchell pulled lightly at her wrists, but she didn’t budge. He turned back to her, his smile dipping into a frown.

“Annie, what’s wrong?”

Annie wasn’t looking at Mitchell; she was fixing a pair of frightened eyes on the front door.

“I can’t leave the house, Mitchell. I’ve never left this house, not since I died.”

“Annie…” Mitchell took a step closer to her, standing before her. “You said things were getting better. The pizza guy could see you.”

Annie tried to pull her wrist away from Mitchell, shaking her head. “I-I can’t.”

She tried to take a step back. Mitchell held on fast.

“Annie… Annie, look at me.”

Reluctantly, Annie dragged her gaze from the front door and looked at Mitchell’s face.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, Mitchell.”

Mitchell gave her a small smile. “It’ll be fine.” He let go of her wrist to interlock their fingers. “I’ll be right there.”

Annie licked her lips nervously. A moment passed.

She nodded.

Mitchell pulled her over to the door and opened it, looking over at her every few seconds.

Her breath hitched as Mitchell stepped over the threshold and pulled her along behind him.

“There it is.” Mitchell pointed up to the sky, and the moonbow shining across it. It was absolutely beautiful.

The rain was still falling, soaking Mitchell through, but Annie was absolutely fine.

She was outside.

She was fine.

A sudden gust of wind blew through the house’s open window and pushed the front door shut.

“Shit,” Mitchell mumbled.

“Have you got your key?”

Mitchell shook his head. “No, but I’ve got my phone. I’ll see where George is.”

Mitchell fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed George.

George answered after a few rings.

“Mitchell? Are you okay? You haven’t killed anyone, have you?”

“No, nothing like that, I’m just locked out of the house.”

“Can’t Annie let you in?”

Mitchell was distracted from answering when he felt Annie’s hand slip from his.

She wandered forward slowly, almost as if she were in a trance, her arms raised by her sides and her head titled towards the sky.

She got to the middle of the road, then began laughing and twirling around in the rain, though not a drop actually touched her.

“No, Annie’s out here with me.”

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