#also i originally was going to write this with bernie lanham the boy from being human US version because i always found it sad that he died

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Title: "No Harm In Being Forgotten"

Once again a fill for @flashfictionfridayofficial but it's Wednesday, but hey everyday's Friday if you want it to be... Right? Anyways here is my fill for this prompt but also @abradner1 asked for more of my Britchell thing i did last week (I think it was last week?) so... Ask and you shall receive 😁 Enjoy!

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Fandom(s): The Almighty Johnson's, Being Human (UK)

Prompt(s): "The Devil You Forgot"

Relationship(s): Anders Johnson/John Mitchell, Anders Johnson & Bernie (Being Human UK)

Character(s): Anders Johnson, John Mitchell, Bernie (Being human UK)

Important Tag(s): Canon Divergence, Crossover Pairing, Accidental Kid Acquisition, No Beta We Die Like Bernie Didn't... Sorta

Rating: Teen and Up

Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply, Profanity (they say fuck like three times)

Word Count: 1,119

"You what!?" "It's really not all that bad." "Not all that bad!" Mitchell exclaimed. "You texted me s.o.s and then started this call with 'I forgot Bernie at my brother's'." Or Left alone to look after Bernie, Anders has a little slip up... Just a little.

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"You what!?" Mitchell turned around and slammed the door to the supply room shut to block off the rest of the hospital from the disaster of a phone call he could already feel was coming. 

"It's really not all that bad," came Anders voice down the line, trying to be convincing.

"Not all that bad!" Mitchell exclaimed. "You texted me s.o.s and then started this call with 'I forgot Bernie at my brother's'."

"Look, I'm in the car, breaking every traffic law, and heading straight over there as we speak."

As if on cue he heard a car horn that made him grimace for the safety of Anders but more for the safety of the public. 

He shook his head. "Why did you even leave him in the first place?"

"I was at Mike's, talking to him about something, then Dawn called about one of our clients and normally she'd handle them but it was one of our more difficult and not to mention well paying clients. So I asked Mike to look after him for a moment while I popped down to meet the client. Then one thing led to another and—"

"You forgot him."

"At least I didn't lose him," Anders quickly countered. "That counts for something right?"

Mitchell pressed his lips. "What happened to, oh don't worry Mitchell he'll be safe here, nothing will happen to him Mitchell." 

"Hey. One; I don't sound like that." 

He rolled his eyes.

"And two," Anders continued. "I know where he is and it's somewhere safe, it's not like I forgot him at some serial killer's house."

He scoffed. "No, you just forgot him at your brother's bar which is a common hot spot for a bunch of Norse gods, some of whom have tried to kill you and your family."

"It's really not all as bad as it sounds."

"He's a child!" Mitchell finally yelled into the phone.

"And Mike's great with kids!" Anders tried to reason. "He raised me and my brothers and we turned out alright!"

"Your alright and my alright are two very separate things, Anders."

"He kept us alive, yeah?"

He could hear the smug smile Anders normally wore when he was trying to be convincing about something. 

"That doesn't make me feel better," he supplied.

Anders huffed. "Contrary to all the shit I talk about my brother, he was the best thing we had to a stable parent figure. The kid's probably more safe with him than he'll ever be with me."

A part of him wished Anders was playing around with him, but he knew from that tone of voice meaning messed up childhood trauma he'd rather not talk about that it was more than Mike's capable parental abilities but rather Anders lack thereof.

He sighed and brought his hand to rub at his forehead.

"Mitchell?"

He turned towards the door that a skeptical George was peeking around. He jabbed a finger at the phone and swatted his hand at George.

"Oh, oh, it's the—right, got it, I'll just…" George pointed over his shoulder before awkwardly excusing himself from the room.

Mitchell let his head fall again as he pressed his eyes shut.

"Was that someone?" Anders asked.

"Hm? No, no. But I, uh… I have to go. Just text me when you get there, yeah?"

"You're in luck, Vlad. Just pulled up and—" 

He heard the car door open and slam shut. 

"Ah, see? There he is, fangs and all, and still cute as a button." He paused. "Can't say the same for Mike," he mumbled into the speaker.

Mitchell scoffed a laugh before lowering himself down on one of the nearest extra beds in the room. His hand with his phone resting on his knee as he let the other side of the conversation play out.

"Hey, kid." Anders started. "You have fun with Mike?"

There was an answer that he couldn't make out, but could recognize as Bernie's voice. Another voice joined in with a pointed tone at Anders as Anders continued to talk under his breath. The line crackled softly before a voice spoke directly into it.

"Hello?" Bernie said.

He quickly pulled the phone back to his ear. "Hey, Bernie." He put on a happy tone. "You doing okay?"

"Yeah, I got to meet one of Anders' brothers."

"I heard. That's uh…" he swallowed. The situation wasn't necessarily a good one to say but Bernie didn't know that. "That's good."

"When are you coming back?"

He bit his lip. "I'm—I'm not sure, soon… hopefully."

"Okay…" his voice fell.

He grimaced but pushed the worry aside as something to deal with later. "Alright, put Anders back on the phone for me."

He waited as he did just that.

"What'd I tell you?" Anders snarked. "I promised you he'd be safe, remember?"

"Yeah…" he ran his hand through his hair. "I'm sorry, I'm just stressed, and worried, and pretty fucking terrified to be honest."

He heard the car door slam shut but still heard the soft whistle of the wind passing the speaker.

"Well, I think we're doing a terrific job considering the circumstances"

"I'm serious, Anders."

"If it makes you feel any better I'm pretty fucking terrified myself," Anders said. "Settling down, a partner, kids. It's never exactly been something I pictured for myself…. Then here it all is, in my lap, at once." He smacked his lips. "It hasn't even been a week and I've already fucked up more than once."

"I think you should remember who fucked up in the first place."

Anders hummed. "I'd say it was a good fuck up, no?"

"Is that a soft spot I'm hearing?" He teased.

"I'm a god, I don't have soft spots."

"Said that about me too," he countered.

"You're the exception."

"Are vampire kids the exception too?"

"Kid. Singular," Anders articulated. "Don't pull anything else on me, Mitchell."

He finally heard the car door open and rustling down the line as Anders got in the car.

"Get home safe, with Bernie this time."

"I will apply all my safe driving skills that will hopefully make up for the drive over here."

"Alright." He took a breath before speaking again. "I love you."

"Oh?" Anders replied. "Are we the type of people that end every call with that now?"

"Maybe we are, just this once… for my sanity."

"Just because I gave you a scare." The faint rustling stopped. "I love you too," he softly spoke. "Now stop ditching work."

"I'm not—" The line beeped as Anders hung up on him.

He rolled his eyes at Anders once again before pocketing his phone, waiting for the inevitable next call or text that was to come.