Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over 'Being Human' or 'The Almighty Johnsons' nor am I profiting from this.

Pairing(s): Anders Johnson/John Mitchell.

Warning(s): none.

Word Count: 101.

"How come Annie sends us fruitcake?" Anders groans as he dumps the foil clad dessert onto the table, "What happened to inconvenient pop-ins?"

Mitchell shrugs, though his lips curve into an almost smile. Their fridge is rapidly filling with her gifts. Next will be their office fridge with the scraps going to Dawn.

"Be open about trying her food; Annie is quite the cook."

Anders either ignores him or pretends not to hear him. He works on flicking red and yellow chunks onto the table and floor.

"I'd rather she walk in during sex again."

"We're getting a fruitcake, Anders."