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11 February 2008 @ 11:41 pm
Love Is Never-Ending, ch. 1  
Title: Love Is Never-Ending
Rating: For Mature Adults
Word Count: 1244
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Spoilers: Everything is AU from BC. It helps if you've read Demons, Winner at a Losing Game, and If Tomorrow Never Comes.
Disclaimer: I'm just taking them out for a spin!
Author's note: Ask and you shall receive! This will be the final installment of this series. Not sure how many chapters yet, but it'll be a fun ride! Comments make me happy! Enjoy!

Chapter One

There was an incessant knocking on the front door. Mick could hear it clearly, despite the distance and walls. Supersonic hearing, not always a plus. Grumbling, Mick climbed out of his freezer, put on his red silk pajama bottoms and headed downstairs. He grabbed one of his shirts from the hook and shrugged it on as he checked the security feed. A tall thin UPS delivery man stood outside the apartment, awkwardly carrying a large box and his scanner. Mick raised an eyebrow questioningly, wondering what it could be this time.

In the month since he’d proposed to Beth, their apartment had been slowly taken over by wedding paraphernalia. There were boxes everywhere in the usually neat space. It was driving Mick nuts. He and Beth were both fairly neat people, but somehow boxes full of china patterns, glassware and other miscellaneous items piled up along the walls. Thank god this’ll be over soon, Mick thought as he opened the door.

“Delivery for St. John,” said the UPS man in a slightly annoyed voice.

“That’s me.”

“Sign here.” He handed Mick the scanner.

After scrawling his name, Mick handed the scanner back and took the box. He surreptitiously smelled the box, checking for anything foul smelling before bringing the box inside. He’d been wary ever since Beth had ordered that basket of over ripe fruit. It took two days to get the smell out of the apartment.  Mick was determined not to let anything else like that into the apartment. Fortunately, he didn’t smell anything untoward in the box. He nodded his thanks to the UPS guy and closed the door.

Mick carried the box into his office and checked the address. Sure enough it was addressed to him. The return address was in Pasadena. That’s odd, Mick thought. I don’t know anyone in Pasadena. At least not anyone who’d send me something. Curious now, Mick reached into the top drawer of his desk and pulled out his letter opener. He cut through the packing tape easily and opened the box, which was filled to the brim with packing peanuts. Mick rolled his eyes skyward. Someone must really hate me. He tried to rummage through the box without getting any of the peanuts on the floor, but in vain. Resigned to his fate, he reached both hands into the box and pulled out an object that he’d not seen in over fifty years.

It was his mother’s hope chest, made from oak by her father. It wasn’t very big, only two feet wide, a foot long and a foot high. Most girls in Maddie’s time had chests much bigger. But the Ramseys weren’t the most affluent of Los Angelinos, so they made due. Mick sat the chest carefully on the desk and stared at it. Where had it come from? He thought it had been lost. He didn’t find it among his mother’s possessions after her death; but then again, he didn’t really look that hard. He’d just wanted to put that part of his life behind him. Only now here it was staring him in the face. Slowly he traced his mother’s initials, MGR, with his index finger. How? He asked himself again in disbelief. That was when he noticed the small envelope taped to the side of the chest. Eagerly, he pulled it off and ripped it open.

Sport –

Your mother left this in my possession before she died. She made me promise not to bother you with it. But as I am not long for this world, I felt it was my duty to rebel against my beloved sister one last time. If the rumors I hear are true, you can surely use it better than me.

- Erin

Mick blinked several times at the letter, convinced that his eyes were playing tricks on him. There was no way that letter could be from who he thought it was from. She had to be what? A hundred? At least. Erin was Maddie’s younger sister so it could be possible. He looked at the letter again. Sport. That’s what Erin had called him as a child. Living only a few blocks from the St. Johns, Erin visited them often. Consequently, she was Mick’s favorite aunt. It helped that Erin Ramsey was a bit of a rebel. She did what she wanted, dated who she wanted and dressed how she wanted. She repeatedly scandalized her family, much to Maddie’s chagrin and Mick’s delight. The last straw came in 1947 when Erin ran off with a married man. Mick never saw her again.

The letter, of course, led to a whole plethora of questions. How did Erin know he was still alive? Did Maddie entrust her sister with the knowledge of her son’s vampirism? What rumors was she talking about? She couldn’t mean the wedding, could she? That would just be too bizarre, even for him. One thing was sure though. He had to go see her. Mick was reaching for his car keys when he realized he wasn’t properly dressed. Growling in frustration, Mick bounded back up the stairs to shower and dress.

Ten minutes later, Mick was back downstairs. He gulped down a glass of blood while he scribbled down the return address from the box. It appeared to be an assisted living facility in Pasadena. Quickly, he looked up the phone number and called to find Erin Ramsey’s room number. It took some fancy wordsmanship but he managed to convince the receptionist that he was a relative who had only recently discovered Erin’s illness and wished to see her, which was technically true. Information secure, Mick headed down to the Mercedes. As he pulled out into traffic, he dialed Beth.


“Hey, how’s your day so far?”

“Alright. What’s up? You’re awake early,” Beth noted.

“Package came a little while ago.”

“Oh, was it my sample invitations?”

“No, it was for me actually.”

“Oh.” Beth sounded disappointed. “What was it?”

“It’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you when I get home. I have something I need to check out in Pasadena first.”

“A case?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

“OK. I’ll see you at home then. Love you.”

“Love you too.” They disconnected.

Mick realized that he shouldn’t have left his mother’s chest lying on his desk. If Beth got home before him, her curiosity would get the better of her. She was like a bloodhound when it came to intrigue. Oh well. Hopefully, there’s nothing disturbing in there. There hadn’t been the last time Mick saw it. But who knows what Maddie had put in there over the last thirty years of her life. Cursing his rashness, Mick wove in and out of traffic until he saw the Rose Bowl looming. He turned left, then right and pulled into a community of small bungalows. The words San Marco Assisted Living were emblazoned in front of the office. Each building had a sign in front of it. Mick pulled into the driveway of the third bungalow on the left, number twelve. He shut off the car and climbed out. He strode quickly across the sundrenched sidewalk and up to the door. He knocked and waited. Mick was about to knock again when the door opened. The woman before him was old and frail, but her blue green eyes shown with the same intensity that they always had.

“Took you long enough. Come on in, Sport.”

To be continued…   

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heartagram_lala: Moonlight - Mick/Beth B&W&Rheartagram_lala on February 12th, 2008 06:49 am (UTC)
ooooh nice!

can't wait to see where this is headed.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 12th, 2008 12:43 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Hopefully, it'll be a fun ride!
Bleu Daisy: Josef Cute Grin at Mick's Deskbleudaisy on February 12th, 2008 08:15 am (UTC)
I love that they are getting wedding gifts. How cute!

I hope we see Josef soon! ^_-
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 12th, 2008 12:41 pm (UTC)
We'll get to Josef soon (I think). But he WILL be in this one. How could he not? :)
britzfan: Mick/Bethbritzfan on February 12th, 2008 02:47 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I Like. Please update soon!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 12th, 2008 03:00 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you like it!
hopeformb01 on February 12th, 2008 03:28 pm (UTC)
New Story
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 12th, 2008 04:28 pm (UTC)
Re: New Story
Thanks! :)
Michelle: Moonlight I would have missed outmrs_boyscout on February 12th, 2008 07:15 pm (UTC)
Ooh, this is such a great idea. More unexplored territory. I love it. Lots of new things to wonder about. Great start.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 12th, 2008 07:34 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Look for more later tonight!
bookgirl77bookgirl77 on February 13th, 2008 02:28 am (UTC)
Oh, I like this!!! More please! ;-)
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 13th, 2008 03:59 am (UTC)
Thanks! I'll have some up soon!
harknessgirlharknessgirl on February 19th, 2008 10:35 am (UTC)
This is great.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 19th, 2008 12:39 pm (UTC)
Jennifer (The Butterfly Poet): mick flamebeachbutterfly on February 24th, 2008 08:54 am (UTC)
*ohhh* I love this :D

Cannot wait to read the rest of this.

Hope you have a great night
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 24th, 2008 09:00 am (UTC)
Thanks, Jen! I'm glad you like it!