'Curiosity Killed The Cat' readers! there is a note at the end of this Fic even if you're not bothered in reading the actual story.

Series 1. I guess it's slightly AU but not too much. It's before episode 1 but Mitchell and George live with Annie and they have their jobs like in episode 1 (Lauren never happened). Herrick might make a few apearances but at the moment I have no plans to make him a huge character (that may change I'm not too sure.) It wont run into the TV program timeline.

Cowboy Chords

"There are chords know as 'Cowboy Chords' because they're just the most basic, easy simple chords and everybody knows how to play them." – Frank Turner

Mitchell thought about her often. He would think about everything he'd done and she would be there; watching as he relived every kill and taunting as he choked on his guilt- she was the shadow in the corner that he could feel but never really saw yet she refused to leave him alone. She simply observed and tormented him.

Brenna Murphy had been her name but she preferred 'Murph'. She had been a 22 year old woman from Galway in Ireland when she was turned in 1920. She had been one of the unlucky targets of Herrick when he and Mitchell had gone there. Herrick had had the full intent of killing her but his mind had quickly been changed when she had said she would willingly give herself up so long as they left Galway and never returned- so he recruited her instead.

For years after that they were the pair that everyone feared and though Herrick felt a considerable amount more pride for Mitchell, it was obvious that he was very happy that he had created them both.

Sometimes, Mitchell wanted her back; he wanted her to help him stay clean. After they had gained their reputations there was a moment when they both decided enough was enough. There were periods of time when you would not find one without the other and then there were times when they wouldn't see each other for years. But something always bought them back together and- sadly- it was usually Herrick.

As much as Mitchell wanted to see her again, there was a conflicting part of him that was mortified by the thought of her seeing him in the state he was constantly in.

He wondered if she struggled with cravings and he wondered how she managed if she didn't.

The sad truth was that she struggled just as much as he did.

XxX

In a small backstreet pub on the outskirts of London city, there was a crowd of people cheering and shouting at a television screen as it showed the rugby players grappling the ball off of one another. England versus Ireland; it was a big game.

'O'Brien's Irish Bar' was a somewhat well known sports bar and on the days of big games, Sarah and Paddy O'Brien earned plenty of money through their sales.

Murph, as she was generally called, rented out one of the rooms above the pub and worked as a barmaid there to pay the fee. Unlike every other place she'd worked, she didn't have to say she was a bipolar sociopath to excuse her little tendencies; blood-craving tendencies and vampire-like tendencies. Sarah and Paddy knew what she was; they helped. They gave her the distraction of work and moral support.

The O'Brien's were no older than Murph looked and they had inherited the bar from Paddy's Dad when he had passed away.

A roar of ecstasy erupted from the crowd that had gathered around the television as the Irish team scored a Try. Murph dodged in and out of the men who were jumping up and down and punching the air as she gripped the empty pint glasses between her fingers. She reached over to grab a final glass from a table and made her way back to the bar. The crowd had started singing 'The Wild Rover' in support of their team and Murph smiled, joining in quietly.

She walked quickly into the back kitchen where she placed the glasses onto the side where they were picked up by the boy washing up.

"And it's no, nay, never!" the crown shouted and clapped four times. Murph chuckled and returned to the bar to help Sarah serve drinks. "No, nay, never, no more!" the crowd continued. Just as she served a middle-aged man his pint of Carling, her phone vibrated in her pocket; two quick vibrations signalling a text. "Will I play the Wild Rover?"

She took the money off of the man, fished her phone out of her pocket and slipped the change into the till as she read the message. "No, never, no more!"

The words fizzed out as she glanced at the text of the message. 'Unknown Number- Found you . . .' She read the message over and over again; trying to stop the lump from rising further in her throat and calm her breathing. She turned frantically towards the crowd to try and see who had sent the text but she was met instead by a £10 note being shoved in her face. "Guinness." The man ordered. She stared at him incredulously and cocked her head.

Her breaths were uneven and her muscles were tensing randomly through her body. She was confused and sad and angry and the animal was rising inside her. She could feel it bubbling in her stomach and heating her muscles and coursing through her veins. She could feel the hunt lingering.

The low growl was blocked out by the music and chants but there was no mistaking the deep black that seeped into her eyes and the fangs that protruded from her gums.

XxX

"I'll take a pack of Marlboro too, please mate." Mitchell asked the man behind the checkout as he pulled the cash out of his wallet. He flicked the notes to him and picked up the bread, milk and cigarettes as the shop owner handed him the change. He nodded his thanks and walked out of the shop. He pulled his cap over his eyes despite the fact that clouds and rain were filtering out most sunlight. He lit one of the cigarettes and started the walk home.

He turned the collar of his jacket up against the attacking wind and the light specks of bearable rain and took a drag of the nicotine, leaving the encasing cigarette to hang lazily from his lips. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he groaned but pulled it out none the less.

"Hello?"

"Mitchell?"

He froze. Her voice was quiet and raspy but he would recognise it anywhere. "Murph?" he breathed.

There was a pause as she swallowed. "Yeah," she sounded like she was trying to hold back tears. "Yeah, it's me. I . . . um-" she let out a quick breath that wasn't dissimilar to somebody who was trying not to sob.

"Tell me what's up." He said with a safe amount of order in his voice.

He could almost hear the hopeless smile on her voice. "I . . ." she swallowed. "I'm losing it, Mitch. I'm losing control."

He sighed with realisation and sympathy. "Are you alri-"

"No, no I'm not." She sounded like she was moving around now. He'd seen this before. She start off by suppressing her feelings and then anger would set in and then sadness and then hopelessness and then she'd loose it; fall completely off the wagon. She would hit the dusty ground so hard that she would let the animal control her completely. He had to stop her before that happened.

"Hey, hey, listen Murph. You're alright, ok? You're alright. Now where are you?"

She took a shaky breath. "I'm- I'm in London. It- it's ok Mitchell, I just-"

"Don't Murph." The rain was hitting hard now and his cigarette had long since been extinguished so he discarded it and straightened up. "We made a deal when we split off that if one of us ever needed help the other would give it, so there's no argument. You're going to get the next train down to Bristol and we're going to meet up." He smiled as he heard her chuckle.

"Ok," she said quietly. "I'll be on the first train down."

"Good, you know where to meet?"

"Yeah, course I do. Bye Mitch."

"I'll see ya later." The phone cut off and he sighed as he shoved his phone back in his pocket. He paused for a moment, thinking about how complicated things were likely to get and then he smiled. He was getting her back; 7 years without seeing her and he was finally going to get her back.

Right, so this is a completely unplanned story and the Frank Turner Quote at the begging will be explained in due time. I just love Mitchell's character (and Aidan Turner's not too bad soooo.) Anybody who's reading this who's also reading 'Curiosity Killed The Cat' (my Avengers fic) there is a completely rational explanation as to why I haven't updated in AGES. Basically, I got about 7 pages into the next chapter and my laptop shut down and I lost the last 5 pages. I left it for a while because I was pretty annoyed. When I started writing it again my laptop got a virus telling me the Metropolitan Police were scouting my location. So we managed to get rid of it but my laptop had completely rebooted. I lost EVERYTHING (including several pages of draft Fic's for various Fandom's and I don't even had Microsoft Word anymore.) so at the moment I am just doing these because I'm praying that my Dad will look at the stuff he supposedly backed up on a memory stick and when I get Word the format might be right to get everything back. I've been working on a Hobbit Fic too but I PROMISE that Curiosity Killed The Cat WILL DEFINATELY be updated. Just not right now because I'm praying that I'll get things back.

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