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23 January 2008 @ 11:49 pm
If Tomorrow Never Comes, ch. 11  
Title: If Tomorrow Never Comes
Rating: For Mature Adults
Word Count: 1324
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Disclaimer: Nah.
Author's note: Thanks for the understanding everyone. Yesterday was rough. But as promised, I have your update! Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven

The room was cold. That was the first thing Beth noticed when she regained consciousness. Her muddled mind struggled to focus. Where was she? How did she get here? Beth opened her eyes and saw nothing but black. A second later the scratch of the cotton covering her eyes registered. Her wrists were tried together behind the chair she was sitting in. As her mind cleared, the feeling of sheer and utter helplessness began to set in. How was she going to get out of this? Blind and immobilized, there was little she could do about it. Before her terror could overwhelm her, she took a few steadying breaths.

Get it together, Beth, her brain screamed at her. Focus. Figure out where you are. She inhaled; the stench of motor oil assaulted her nose. She kicked her right foot out blindly and came in contact with something hard and metallic. Encouraged, she hopped the chair a little closer and kicked at the object again. The rattling sound it made reminded her of the tool box her mother kept in their garage. She kicked at the box one more time and heard it fall through a hole in the floor. She froze, afraid that her abductor would come to investigate. After a few breathless moments passed, Beth began to relax. Whoever had taken her to this place – which she surmised to be mechanic’s shop – either wasn’t there or didn’t care that she was awake. The latter scared the hell out her.

Knowing where she was didn’t make getting out of there any easier. Beth was still bound tightly to the hard, metal chair. She moved her wrists and arms this way and that, trying to loosen the ropes binding her. All too soon the muscles in her forearms began to cramp; she was forced to stop the awkward motion. Oddly, the blindness bothered her more than being bound to the chair. This situation would be a lot less terrifying if she could see. At least then she could confront the source. As it was, Beth was trapped inside her own head with nothing but the sound of the traffic for company.

How long Beth sat there she didn’t know. She was sure hours had passed because she actually fell asleep a couple of times, images of Mick in her dreams. She never slept for long though; she’d jerk awake and panicked, listening hard for any sign that she wasn’t alone. Finally, she thought she heard a lock click open. It was faint; at first, Beth was sure she imagined it. A second later she heard it again. Then the sound of shuffling feet crossed the room. Beth’s heard raced; her breathing became shallow. As the footsteps got closer, she braced herself. For what she didn’t know, but it couldn’t be anything good. The footsteps stopped and the blindfold was ripped from her eyes. Beth was momentarily blinded by the bright lights that shined on her. She blinked rapidly, here eyes trying to adjust to the light. As her eyes focused on the image before her, she gasped.

“Beth Turner. We meet at last,” said the man before her in a freakishly calm voice.

For once in her life, Beth was struck dumb. No sound came from her. She could do nothing but stare at the monster in front of her. He was deceptively normal looking. He stood about six feet tall, slight but wiry build, blond hair and the coldest gray eyes she had ever seen. He wore a slightly loose blue jogging suit and tennis shoes. He was sweaty; he clearly had returned from a run. He regarded her with no more concern that he’d show a piece of trash on the sidewalk. He could pick her up or ignore her; it didn’t matter. An involuntary shiver went up and down Beth’s spine. Those eyes were the most unnerving thing she’d ever seen.

Somehow, through the terror, she found her voice. “Who are you? What do you want with me?” she said quietly.

The man wagged a finger at her. “I’m sorry, my dear, but I’ll be interrogating you. It amuses me. My rule is simple: the more questions you answer the longer you stay alive.”

Beth contemplated her options. Part of her wanted to tell him to fuck off, but that of course would ensure her death. She thought of Mick. The more sensible part of her knew that he just needed some time to track her down. Hell, she half expected him to come bursting through the door any second. So in the end, Beth’s will to live – to see Mick again – won out.   

“What do you want to know?”

Josef entered the apartment and closed the door. It felt like all the air had left the room. Mick continued to stand in the middle of the living room in a daze. In fifty years of friendship, Josef had never seen Mick look like that. So lost. So haunted. So defeated.

“Mick? What do you –“

“She’s gone,” Mick repeated in a hollow voice.

“I can see that. I think I know where she is. Come on, my car’s downstairs.”

Mick continued to stand there. He made no movement toward Josef or the door. Then, all of a sudden, Mick sat down on the couch and buried his face in his hands. Mick’s shoulders shook with soundless sobs. He looked broken.

“Damn it, Mick, we don’t have time for this. You have nothing to be sorry about. Now can –“

Mick raised his tear filled eyes to Josef. “Leave me alone.”

Josef looked at his watch; a dangerous amount of time had passed. He needed to get Mick moving. Now. “No. We’re leaving.”

Mick just lowered his face again. “She’s gone.”

Josef growled in frustration. “Yes, gone but not dead. Can –“

“You don’t know that.”

Josef sat on the couch next to his friend. “You’re right, I don’t. Right now, I’m a freaking ray of sunshine compared to you. So forgive me for not wanting the love of your undead life to be dead.”

“It’s my fault. I failed.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I left her. Here. Alone. And now she’s gone. I should have –“

“You should have what? Been psychic? Taken her with you? There’s no way you could have known. This isn’t your fault.

“But I –“

“If I hear the words ‘I failed’ or ‘It’s my fault’ come out of your mouth again, I will drop you in the Sahara Desert and leave you there. Trust me, there’s no way you could have known.”

The tiniest flicker of hope shone in Mick’s eyes. “How do you know?” he whispered.

Josef got up and began to pace in front of the couch. “When I talked to Beth earlier, she asked if Ryder could look at the property records again. When he searched for the name Hobbs, he found out that your serial killer has a brother. An identical twin brother, who just so happen to own a mechanic shop over on Wilshire.” Mick picked up the crumpled paper he’d found when he came in. When he examined the address, his eyes went wide. Josef continued, “A call was made from Benjamin’s cell to his brother at nine thirty this evening.”

“That’s when I arrived in Santa Monica.”

“Which means it’s the brother, Zachary. He’s your killer.” Josef noticed the cold fury that now shown in Mick’s eyes. This is why I don’t piss him off, Josef thought. “He used your love for Beth against you. Lured you away so that he could take her. Now, are you going to deal with him or not?”  

Mick was up and out the door before Josef even finished. Josef hurried after him. Mick’s gonna let the vamp come out and play, he thought. I have to see this. I just hope we’re not too late.

To be continued…


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Bleu Daisybleudaisy on January 24th, 2008 06:24 am (UTC)
Right now, I’m a freaking ray of sunshine compared to you.

Oh, I do so love Josef. And you capture his adorable snarkiness so perfectly. *^_^*

I'm so glad to see our boys in action. I hope we get to see them fight side-by-side to save Beth in the next chapter. How thrilling!

More, please! ^_^
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 24th, 2008 12:52 pm (UTC)
I adore Josef too. He's such a fun character to write for because with him there are no rules. He can say the most outrageous things.
heartagram_lala: Moonlight - Mick/Beth B&W&Rheartagram_lala on January 24th, 2008 09:19 am (UTC)
oh josef you do rock!!!

'freaking ray of sunshine' classic!

'mick's gonna let the vamp come out and play, i have to see this' i can SO see him thinking that!!!

another awesome chapter, can't wait for more
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 24th, 2008 12:47 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I love Josef! :)
Michelle: Moonlight never let you go Mick/Bethmrs_boyscout on January 24th, 2008 02:13 pm (UTC)
I love Josef and your characterization is spot on. He gets all the best lines.

And, Go Mick, Go! Save her!

Great chapter. And no need to apologize for needing to live your life. We avid readers all understand. :)
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 24th, 2008 02:35 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I can just see Jason saying some those things. Adorably snarky.
britzfan: Mick Fixbritzfan on January 24th, 2008 04:47 pm (UTC)
That was a great chapter! I so loved Josef's lines.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 24th, 2008 04:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :)
Say neversarisynn on January 24th, 2008 10:57 pm (UTC)
I'm glad Josef slapped Mick around a bit... he needed it. I liked his "I'm a freaking ray of sunshine compared to you" line a lot. You write Josef very well.

I, however, disagre with your decision to name your killer Zachary. My boyfriend's name is Zak. I'm all weirded out now. ^_~
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 24th, 2008 11:53 pm (UTC)
Sorry! Yikes, that's an odd coincidence.