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09 November 2007 @ 06:27 pm
Fic: Demons, ch. 7  
Title: Demons
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1004
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Disclaimer: Do I even need to say it?
Author's note: Ya'll are too good to me! I don't deserve all the effusive praise this story has been getting! Thanks to everyone who's reviewed. And those of you who haven't what are you waiting on? (I know you're out there lurkers!) :) Without further adieu...

Chapter Seven

So that was the connection they had been missing. His father’s squadron. Who would have thought to look in to the deceased--no, wait, missing persons--parents’ backgrounds? Not anyone Mick knew. But nothing was normal in his world.

Beth noticed the look of recognition on Mick’s face. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I think I figured out the connection between the missing people.”

“What is it?”

“They’re related to members of my father’s squadron. See? Paul Johnson, Henry Philips, James O’Keefe, Giorgio Moretti,” said Mick as he pointed to each one.

“So Ernst was in your dad’s squadron? Wait, he’d be dead by now though, right? Didn’t you say he’d been shot down?” Beth was getting more confused by the second. She got frustrated when she didn’t put the pieces together fast enough.

“Shot down doesn’t necessarily equal dead.”

“But he’d be well over a hundred by now.” Beth paused. “Unless he’s…”

“A vampire.”

“Yeah.”

“Oh boy. Cases are never simple with you, are they?” Beth asked, half jokingly.

“Nope. Sorry.”

Beth chuckled softly. “So what does he want? How do we even find him?”

“I have no idea.”

“Some help you are. Didn’t your dad ever tell you anything interesting about this Ernst guy?”

Mick looked at her seriously. “Big drinker. Loved poker. Deflowered many a French peasant girl. Stuff like that?”

“OK. Anything that would be relevant to this investigation?” Beth asked, exasperated.

“He horded historical artifacts. Spent ninety percent of his free time scouring the countryside for anything of historical value.”

“Finally! It took you ten minutes to tell me that because…”

“You’re cute when you’re frustrated,” Mick blurted. He hadn’t meant to say it; it just slipped out.

Beth looked askance at him and decided to let the comment pass. Now was definitely not the time for that conversation. Instead, she said, “Well it seems obvious to me that this guy is looking for some historical artifact and he seems to think that his old squadron mates have it. Any idea what it could be?”

Mick, of course, knew exactly what it was. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“But you do know?”

“Yeah, Josef told me. He loaned Ernst 500 grand to track it down.”

“He did what?”

“That’s pretty much what I said too. Come on, we need to go back to my place.”

“How come?” Beth asked.

“To look through my dad’s old books.” Mick turned and headed for the stairwell.

Beth quickly gathered her things and turned off her computer. Once done, she followed Mick out to his car. She noticed that he had parked in the exact same spot where she had kissed him. Coincidence? Beth thought. It has to be. Maybe it was the only spot open when he got here. Yeah, that’s it. Cursing herself for becoming obsessed with parking spaces of all things, she asked Mick again about the artifact Ernst was looking for.

“According to Josef, it’s the headgear of the Red Baron.”

“The famous German flying ace?”

“The very same. Apparently, Josef knew the good Baron back in the day.”

“Boy, Josef really gets around, doesn’t he?”

Mick laughed. “He does indeed.”

Fifteen minutes later, Mick pulled into his parking garage. They headed into the apartment, Beth making her way to the couch and Mick making a beeline for the bookshelf. He handed Beth a stack to begin searching. Mick took his stack over to the armchair and settled in. “I know it’s late, but I think it’s important to figure out where the headgear is before Ernst does. That said it’s ok if you fall asleep. You’re not Supergirl, Beth.”

“I’m fine,” said Beth as she stifled a yawn.

“If you say so.”

Nearly two hours later, Beth was fast asleep. The book she was searching through had fallen across her chest and was perilously close to falling on the floor. Mick glanced at her sleeping form occasionally and smiled indulgently. Beth rolled on her side; the book went clattering to the floor. She woke with a start. Bending to retrieve her book, Beth said, “Could you explain to me again why were going through books on aviation that are at least fifty years old?”

“The only member of the squadron who has no living descendants in my dad. If the others knew where the headgear was Ernst would have it by now. Since the books are the only possession of my dad’s that I have, it’s our best shot at finding out where the headgear is before Ernst does,” Mick told her patiently.

“If your dad knew where it was to begin with.”
 
“Exactly.”

“Sounds like a pretty slim shot to me.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“Not really.”

“Then keep looking. If you see any reference to the Red Baron, yell.”

Beth went back to her search, re-energized by her nap. Nearly forty-five minutes later, Beth said, “Mick, I think I found something.”

“What’s it say?”

“There’s an entry here on the Red Baron but right next to it someone wrote ‘wrong.’”

“Let me see.”

Beth handed him the book. Sure enough, along the side of the right page someone had written WRONG in big red letters.

“This is my dad’s handwriting,” Mick said.

“You sure?”

“The man corrected my homework for twelve years. I think I remember.”

“Oh, right. Sorry,” Beth said, embarrassed.

One paragraph from the article was circled. It talked about the recovery of the Baron’s body and plane. Just outside the circle, Andrew had written “Ernst.” What does that mean? Mick thought.

Beth moved behind Mick’s chair and began to read over his shoulder. “Mick, it says here that the Red Baron was shot down in April 1918. Wasn’t Ernst shot down in March?”

“Yeah…”

“So how could he be involved with the Baron? And why did your dad think he did?”

Mick turned and looked at Beth, asking himself the same question. They locked eyes.

Beth broke the silence first. “You don’t suppose your dad knew about vampires, do you?”
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lindyrblindyrb on November 10th, 2007 01:17 am (UTC)
Oh, wow...I LOVE it when a plot thickens:)
michellemtsumichellemtsu on November 10th, 2007 01:52 am (UTC)
I do too! lol
shippercrazed: mickbeth showershippercrazed on November 10th, 2007 05:26 am (UTC)
Good chapter. Anxiously awaiting the next.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on November 10th, 2007 05:43 am (UTC)
Does tomorrow work for you? :)
(Anonymous) on November 10th, 2007 09:50 am (UTC)
A fascinating story!
Hi,

I am liking this story very much.

I have seen only the first 4 episodes and fell in love with the show. I am in Antarctica and do not have access to the show and neither am I allowed to go to iTunes. I am surviving only by reading all the fanfiction I can find. And I must be careful that I do not end up reading much spoilers. And this is a great story with an interesting plot. Please write more.

Thanks for sharing.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on November 10th, 2007 05:22 pm (UTC)
Re: A fascinating story!
I'm glad I can help feed your addiction! lol
jenthegypsy: Moonlight - MicBethjenthegypsy on November 10th, 2007 03:39 pm (UTC)
“Some help you are. Didn’t your dad ever tell you anything interesting about this Ernst guy?”

Mick looked at her seriously. “Big drinker. Loved poker. Deflowered many a French peasant girl. Stuff like that?”


You have such a solid grip on the voices of Beth and Mick! Deflowered? Absolutely perfect, delivered in that serious tone which Mick uses while being playful. I love that line!

I also really admire the story line that you have going, as I said before, and that you have believable threads leading from plot point to point. The writing is good, the characterization is good, and the mystery is compelling. I'm having a great time reading - and you are writing, it shows. ;)
michellemtsumichellemtsu on November 10th, 2007 05:25 pm (UTC)
There you go again the praise! You're making me blush, seriously. Thank you so much.
Quick to scar, slow to heal.: Evil Laughfemmephantom on November 12th, 2007 05:05 am (UTC)
Oooh. What an unexpected twist. :D I'd leave a longer review, but I'm dying to see what happens next.
heartagram_lala: moonlight-handsheartagram_lala on January 9th, 2008 05:45 pm (UTC)
“Yeah, Josef told me. He loaned Ernst 500 grand to track it down.”

“He did what?”

“That’s pretty much what I said too. "


simply gold, i literally loled