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aurilly! I promised you Miles/Annie fic a really, really long time ago and since livejournal told me it was your birthday I thought it was about time I delivered. Sadly this was written in like an hour and is an abridged version of what I wanted to write for you, but hopefully it’ll tide you over. I hope you have a great day, sweetie. :)
Title: The Ghost and Mr. Straume
Pairing: Miles Straume/Annie Sawyer (Being Human crossover)
Rating: PG-13
Words: 930
Spoilers: Vague spoilers for season six of Lost and season one of Being Human.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: She’s not supposed to exist. He doesn’t really care about that part anymore.
“There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
Miles knows this better than anyone.
“Are you telling me I don’t exist?”
Annie almost sounds haughty, she certainly looks it with her arms crossed, lips set and eyes narrowed. She shakes her head, black curls bouncing against cold skin, and presses a kiss against his lips.
He can taste her like ice melting against his tongue on a hot day, it stings but in the best possible way.
“Say it,” she whispers against his ear as she moves to straddle him. He smirks, pretends to turn an invisible lock and throw away the key. This is his very favorite game.
She rocks against him and he feels this too, oh God does he ever feel it. He groans and she looks triumphant, lets out a laugh, and he grits his teeth. This is a pride thing now.
“Say it.”
She’s practically singing her voice a lilting taunt that turns him on as much as it pisses him off. He flips her easily, catching her off guard, so he’s on top. Her eyes go wide and then---pop she’s gone.
“That’s not fair,” he mutters. A laugh echoes through the room and he feels a cold breath against the back of his neck that sends a shiver down his spine. He never knew a haunting could be so sexy.
Then her hands are slipping under his shirt, sliding around his waist and she’s there again, solid and firm and doing unspeakable things with her lips and he’s suddenly perfectly willing to let her win---
“Are you ready to say it?”
She’s back on top, looming above him with a goofy grin on her face and he doesn’t know how she’s here, doesn’t know why, doesn’t fucking care really. He’s just glad she is.
“You exist,” he says.
She laughs, sinks down until her hair is tickling his nose and says, “I thought you’d see it my way.”
***
He dreams about the island, about monsters and blood and death, lots and lots of death. He wakes up sweating, breathing too hard, muttering obscenities under his breath. He never thought he’d be the guy with war stories.
She’s always there. She doesn’t sleep, but she stays with him anyway.
“I’m right here,” she whispers, places her hand on his chest.
She likes to feel his heart beating, she told him that once, ducked her head like it embarrassed her.
He’ll never feel hers. This is always going to piss him off.
He leans back against the pillow, stares at the dark shadows on the wall, tells himself there aren’t any monsters under the bed.
(There are a couple down the hall though, he thinks wryly.)
“You’re safe here, Miles. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
He rolls his eyes.
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
“Macho doesn’t suit you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“You know what I mean.”
He does. Still that’s so not the point. He turns on his side and wraps an arm around her waist; she fits against him like they were made to go together. A matching set. He sighs. He’s getting too damn sentimental.
***
He was supposed to make her go away, send her packing to the here after or where ever the fuck ghosts end up. He was paid and everything. Disgruntled girlfriends of vindictive ex-fiancés have deep pockets.
He figured he’d find an echo.
He found a girl.
A girl that laughed in his face.
“You can just go back and tell that ungrateful cow that I’m not going anywhere.”
He kept Janey’s money anyway, told her some shit about how all sales are final.
Then he went back and knocked on Annie’s door.
“You can’t exist,” he said by way of greeting.
She just shrugged and offered him a cup of tea.
***
There’s no such thing as ghosts.
Then again he was pretty sure there was no such thing as vampires, werewolves, smoke monsters, pissy blond-haired gods, time travel, or good pop songs.
Only the last thing is still true.
He’s on his way home from work with Mitchell and George when she appears beside him, threads her fingers through his and gives his hand a squeeze.
“I couldn’t wait any longer. It’s boring without you lot around.”
“Aww, hear that George? Annie missed us,” Mitchell teases.
“Think she missed him,” George says pointedly.
She shoots George a dangerous look. “Shut it you.”
The boys get the hint and move in front of them, Annie stops walking and forces Miles to join her.
“George was right,” she says lightly.
Miles grins, he’s not really used to this yet, this whole having a dead-but-not-really girlfriend and roommates that eat people thing, but he’s getting there.
“Of course he was right. I’m adorable,” he deadpans.
She smacks him playfully and then kisses him right there on the sidewalk in the middle of the afternoon. Someone in a passing car whistles and Annie giggles against his mouth.
“He saw us!” she says, clearly delighted.
“Of course he did, dummy. You exist.”
And thank god for that, he thinks but doesn’t say.
He’s getting used to this. But he’s not all the way there yet.
Annie lets go of his hand and runs ahead to catch up with George and Mitchell, dark curls flying behind her and he quickens his pace until he’s right beside her again. He reaches over and takes her hand, gives her a quick wink.
She winks back looking way too pleased with herself.
Okay, so maybe he’s okay with that.
But he’s sure as hell not going to admit it.
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Date: 3/29/10 12:56 am (UTC)He’ll never feel hers. This is always going to piss him off.
I love how you are able to write these very angsty concepts in a really fun and lighthearted way. I think that's also a strength of writing from the POV of someone like Miles. And you write the BEST Miles, but I think you already knew that. ;)
Then again he was pretty sure there was no such thing as vampires, werewolves, smoke monsters, pissy blond-haired gods, time travel, or good pop songs.
Officially the best line ever written in a fanfic. I love it! Lol, Jacob.
He figured he’d find an echo. He found a girl. A girl that laughed in his face. “You can just go back and tell that ungrateful cow that I’m not going anywhere.” He kept Janey’s money anyway, told her some shit about how all sales are final. Then he went back and knocked on Annie’s door. “You can’t exist,” he said by way of greeting. She just shrugged and offered him a cup of tea.
Quoted in full because I just adored this part!!!! The rhythm of it was so well-done, and the characterization so good even with so little dialogue. You really feel their relationship and why they'd be into each other and how it's wonderful.
I love the way you found a reason for it to happen (ie., Janey paying Miles to deal with Annie). It's so plausible.
Miles grins, he’s not really used to this yet, this whole having a dead-but-not-really girlfriend and roommates that eat people thing, but he’s getting there.
Awwww! This is adorable. They make such a cute pair! Thank you so much for this! You have no idea how much I loved it. <3
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Date: 3/29/10 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 3/29/10 07:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 3/29/10 03:29 pm (UTC)Being Human is such a fun show. It's kind of like Buffy by way of Spaced. :)
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Date: 3/31/10 05:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 4/1/10 04:40 pm (UTC)Guh. I just love Being Human. It's like someone squished BTVS and Spaced together and made the world's most adorable show.