Title: Replacement Girl

Fandom: Being Human

Pairing: Mitchell/OC, mentions of Mitchell/Annie

Rating: M

Summary: "Because when we're together I can pretend just for a second that Annie is here again with me and I can hold her, kiss her…love her." Post Season 2 finale.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. If I did I would never let them out to play.

A/N: It took me a while to write this. It seemed as if the written version didn't do the version in my head justice, but hope you all enjoy it. Oh and yes, the title is from the song "Replacement Girl" by Drake. It just seemed fitting.

"Is that her?" George asked, tilting his head toward the leggy redhead in the miniskirt that had just stepped through the door.

"George, for the tenth time: I…do…not…know. Neither of us has seen her." Mitchell was starting to get a little impatient. They'd been waiting for what seemed like an hour. As the redhead turned their way they both sat up a little straighter and plastered the goofiest smiles on their face. The redhead smiled back and began to walk in their direction.

"That's her!" George exclaimed in a loud whisper. "Hello, my name is …" His voice trailed off as the redhead passed them and took a seat at a table of giggling girls behind them. "False alarm again."

"Just be patient, George." Mitchell inhaled deeply and squeezed the bridge of his nose. It had been 3 weeks since Annie had contacted them through the television. After that they'd gone on a search, hitting every occult bookstore in the area to try and find a way to bring Annie back. Most of the bookstores had been dead ends, regular stomping grounds for Goth teenagers that had no real information. Finally, they'd found Octavia's Oracle and Occult, a small shack of a place a few minutes outside of the city. The owner had known what they were and what they wanted minutes after they entered the shop. She gave them a book and a phone number to a young woman named Kendra that she thought would be able to help them. George had called her voicemail, left a message, and a day later they'd received a text message with an address and a time.

The bell on the front door of the café rang again and Mitchell's breath caught in his throat as he saw the girl standing at the entrance.
"She looks just like Annie!" George gasped. Mitchell's stomach clenched, an echo of the sharp pain he'd felt when Annie was ripped away from this world. When the girl finally saw them her eyes immediately fell on Mitchell and for a moment she looked almost frightened, but when the expression faded he wasn't sure if he'd actually seen it. She walked right up to their table.

"Sorry I'm late. Had to walk. The broomstick's not cooperating with me today." She joked, a nervous grin spreading over her face as she glanced at Mitchell. "You must be George and Mitchell." She even sounded like Annie: unexplainably chipper, her mouth caressing each word before it escaped her lips. Her hair was the same brown color as Annie's; it's loose curls framing her light brown face.

"I'm uhhh…this – this is…uhhh…" Mitchell stuttered, mentally slapping himself. Kendra smiled and he felt his stomach clench tighter.

"I'm George and the slow one here is Mitchell." Kendra nodded and sat down in the chair across from them.

"So, from my understanding you want me to bring your ghost friend back from the other side?"

"Yeah," Mitchell answered, finally able to form coherent sentences, "She was dragged through a door."

"Was it her door?"

"Oh, so you know about the doors?" George asked. Kendra laughed, reaching across the table to grab the huge book they'd brought with them.

"I've been doing this for a while." She answered. "Was it her door?"

"No." George's voice cracked a little as he remembered witnessing Annie's forced crossing over. "A priest killed a guy and sent her through his door."

"A murderous priest. That's a new one." Kendra opened the book and began to flip through its pages. The book was about the size of an average Collins Dictionary with handwritten pages and no title. The faded scrawl across the beige pages seemed illegible, but Kendra read through it with ease mouthing the words silently.

"Octavia seems to think a possession spell will be better than the blood summoning. Probably because no parties involved are actually human. Your blood wouldn't work and neither would mine." She paused to look up at them, closing the book. "A possession spell doesn't mean anyone's going to be possessed. It just means we use one of her possessions to sort of lure her through the door. Do you have something of hers? Something she used while she was a ghost?"

Mitchell thought for a second before answering. "Yeah, she was always making tea. Her favorite mug was a white one with "SOD OFF" on the side." His voice became distant as he remembered how amused she'd been when he bought it for her. She could never drink anything so whenever she made tea for him she used the mug. Mitchell looked up to find Kendra staring at him with the oddest expression. They held each other's gaze for a moment before George loudly cleared his throat and broke the silence. Kendra jumped slightly, taking one last look at Mitchell before directing her eyes to George.

"So you're a ummmm…." George finished the statement with a flimsy wave of his hand.

"A witch?" She finished. The mention of the word seemed to startle him and he looked around the café for a moment to see if it had caught anyone's attention.

"Yeah a uhhhhh witch. " He whispered. He leaned further across the table. "We haven't discussed a price for your…services, yet. Now, we can–"

"I don't want your money." Kendra interrupted.

George grew a little nervous. "We're not expected to pay you in virgin's blood and newt eyes are we? OW!" Mitchell kicked George under the table, shooting him a warning look.

"I'm sorry. Sometime's he's rude without meaning to be."

Kendra gave a short laugh and Mitchell found himself wishing it had lasted longer.

"No you don't have to pay me in anything. I do this for free." Before they could inquire any further, she changed the subject. "Now, the difference between the blood summoning and a possession spell is that the possession spell takes longer and we have to do it on a full moon."
George gave an annoyed sigh. A full moon meant that he and Nina would not be able to be there with Mitchell to meet Annie.

"We'll have to cleanse the mug for four days and preparing the place will take a couple of days as well."

"What do you mean by cleansing and preparing?" George asked.

"Well we'll have to fill the mug with salt, wrap it in damp cotton and bury it for a few days. Then the place where the door will appear will need to be cleansed and the entire house will have to be filled with smoke in order to burn away the remains of any death that might have occurred there. Depending on the size of your home we're looking at about a week of prep work, which is just in time for the full–"

"A week?" Mitchell hissed. "What if Annie's not there after a week?"

"She'll be there." Kendra replied calmly, "I've brought people back who have been gone for years. Time doesn't matter on the other side." After hesitating for a moment she reached over to touch Mitchell's hand. It tensed under her fingers.

"Don't worry." She whispered reassuringly. "It'll be fine." She let her hand linger a little longer before she pulled back. "I'll need your address." She fumbled in her purse for a pen and pad before handing it to Mitchell who silently scribbled the address down and handed the pad back to her. Kendra stood to leave.

"I'll be in touch." She turned and walked out of the door. They watched her as she took off down the street, shoulders tensed, hands stuffed into her pockets.

"That was weird." George said.

"Yeah…weird." Mitchell replied, staring at the place on the walk where Kendra had been just before she disappeared around the corner.