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13 February 2008 @ 12:16 am
Love Is Never-Ending, ch. 2  
Title: Love Is Never Ending
Rating: For Mature Adults
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Word Count: 1357
Disclaimer: They belong to Trevor, not me.
Author's note: Sorry about the lateness, I was doing my happy dance! Thanks for all the comments so far, keep them coming! Enjoy!

Chapter Two

Beth laid her head down on her desk, trying desperately to block out the sounds of the busy newsroom. She was stressed out and exhausted. Between planning a wedding and her regular duties she had almost no time to relax. Her nerves were starting to get a bit frazzled. Mick had offered to help but Beth preferred to do it all herself. However, it appeared that she’d bitten off a little more than she could chew. To make matters worse, Mo had assigned her a newbie reporter to train. Mo wanted to make sure there was someone available to cover Beth’s beat while she and Mick were off on their honeymoon. Beth’s introspection was interrupted by a hand on her shoulder.

“Beth?” said the slightly nasal voice from behind her. Sighing, Beth lifted her head.

“Yes, Charles, what is it?”

“I have that file you asked for.”

“Thanks.” She took the manila folder from him. When she realized he was still standing there, she turned and said, “Yes?”

“Is there anything else you need?” he asked in a hopeful tone.

“Not right now. Why don’t you go see if Mo has anything for you to do?”

Charles looked crestfallen. “Sure. Holler if you need anything.”

Beth sighed as Charles walked away. She realized that Charles had a bit of a crush on her even though she’d done nothing to encourage him. The entire office knew she was engaged. Several of her female coworkers stopped by her desk at random simply to admire her ring. Not that it bothered her. She found herself staring at it a lot too. Her favorite thing about it was that fact that Mick designed it himself. The band was white gold with Celtic Trinity knots on either side of the diamond, which was just the right size for her small hand. She suspected that the Celtic theme meant a lot to Mick. It was another piece of the Mick St. John puzzle that she was going to enjoy putting together for a long time.

Smiling to herself, Beth wrapped up what she was working on and gathered her things. She stopped by Maureen’s office to drop off her story on the way out. Free at last, Beth hurried to her car, anxious to get home. She’d come a long way in the last couple of months. She no longer jumped out of her skin at every little noise. Her eyes didn’t dart around nervously everywhere she went. She didn’t mind being alone anymore either. Most importantly, the nightmares had stopped. Her encounter with Zachary Hobbs had left her temporarily shaken. But with Mick, and surprisingly Josef, at her side she’d taken her life back and was enjoying herself again. It also made her even more aware of her own morality than she had been before. More and more her thoughts turned towards eternity. Was she ready to take that step? Would Mick be able to take that step with her? She didn’t know, but the idea continued to linger. Beth resolved to talk to Josef the first chance she got. Hopefully, he’d be able to give her some advice on the matter.

Beth got home about ten minutes later. When the elevator doors opened she could see a couple of boxes sitting on the floor by the front door. Great. More wedding stuff. Now my day is complete. Beth dragged the boxes inside and left them by the door. Whatever they were, they could wait. Right then, all Beth wanted to do was curl up on the couch and take a nap. She was about to do just that when she noticed that office door ajar.

Remembering Mick’s mysterious package, Beth headed into the office to investigate. Her eyes immediately alit on the oak chest sitting on the desk. Her innate curiosity got the better of her, as Mick suspected it would. Beth walked around behind the desk and read the initials MGR from the top of the chest. She saw the note lying next to it and read. Intrigued, she checked the return address from the box and saw it was in Pasadena. Well that explains where Mick is, she thought as she opened the chest.

Meanwhile, Mick was sitting down in his aunt’s living room. The small bungalow was generically furnished: non-descript furniture, white walls and the occasional photo. Mick felt a wave of melancholy wash over him. It must be lonely living in a place like this. Mick watched Erin carefully. She moved slowly over to the couch and sat facing her nephew.

Erin got straight to the point. “I’m assuming this visit was prompted by the package I sent?”

Mick nodded. He still hadn’t spoken. He honestly had no idea what to say to her. The fact that she was expecting him had taken him by surprise.

“You didn’t even look in it, did you? I thought not. You always were headstrong and impulsive.”

Finally, Mick found his voice. With a half grin he said, “Look who’s talking.”

Erin closed her eyes and sighed. “I haven’t been that way for many years, Sport.” Looking at Mick again, she said, “You must have a thousand questions. So fire away.”

Mick knew he should ask about her health and how she’d spent the last sixty years, but instead he blurted out, “How did you know?”

Erin cocked her head at him. “Know what? That you were still alive or that you’re a vampire?”

“Both, actually.”

“Well, the two kind of go hand in hand there, don’t they? Maddie told me about you after your father died. She didn’t want the burden of carrying such a secret alone, so she told me. I was the only relative within earshot I guess. Never mentioned it again though. Ten years later, she dropped off her hope chest and asked me to keep it. A week later she was dead.”

“Did they tell you how she died?” Mick asked quietly.

“Broken neck. Suspicious circumstances. That’s all I could get out of them. Do I think it’s a coincidence that she died right after giving me that chest? No, I don’t. But that may be the paranoid old lady talking.”

“Do you think she was murdered?”

Erin paused. “Isn’t that usually what ‘suspicious circumstances’ means? You’re probably better qualified to figure that out. You’re the detective, not me.”

Mick grinned in spite of himself. The years had not dulled Erin’s vitality one bit. She was the same feisty, vivacious woman she’d always been. She always said what she thought and didn’t beat around the bush. She reminded him of Beth.

“Yes, I suppose I am. Why did you send me the chest now?”

Erin sighed. “Don’t let this girlish figure fool you, Sport. I’m an old lady. My time’s coming. I didn’t want Maddie’s things to wind up in a landfill somewhere. Besides, I thought your young lady would appreciate it.”

Mick chuckled. “I’m sure she will.”

“So do I get to meet her? I have to meet the woman crazy enough to take you on.”

“I’ll bring her by soon. You’ll like her. She’s a reporter.”

“Ah, that explains it.”

“Explains what?”

Erin reached over to the end table and pulled out a newspaper clipping. It was an article about the Hobbs case. There was a picture of him and Beth. Josef had not been happy about it, but Beth convinced him of the value of hiding in plain sight. Eventually, the hoopla had died down and everything went back to normal. Well, as normal as things ever were.

Mick looked at his watch. Beth was probably home by now. He turned to his aunt and said, “I hate to, but I really should go. There’re so many things I want to ask –“

“We’ll go through our respective life stories when you bring Beth. I’m looking forward to that,” Erin said with a glint in her eye.

Uh-oh. Mick stood and walked over to his aunt. He bent down and embraced her gently. It felt good to have a member of his family back. But for how long?

To be continued…

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heartagram_lalaheartagram_lala on February 13th, 2008 08:50 am (UTC)
oooh, nice!

i sense maybe a little digging into the past =p

i love erin, she is so kool, haha
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 13th, 2008 12:55 pm (UTC)
You would be sensing right! :)
Michelle: Moonlight never let you go Mick/Bethmrs_boyscout on February 13th, 2008 01:40 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I smell backstory. I can't wait to read what kind of history you've cooked up for Mick. There are so many possibilities, it's dizzying.

Love that he just blurted out -- how do you know. That's so Mick to get right to the point. :0 Great chapter.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 13th, 2008 01:50 pm (UTC)
Isn't backstory fun? ;)
iansmomesq on February 13th, 2008 02:58 pm (UTC)
Yay, backstory!!!!

Loving this so far!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 13th, 2008 04:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying it!
Say neversarisynn on February 13th, 2008 09:39 pm (UTC)
Ooo. I wanna know what's in the box. Sure and what happened in the past with his mom and that, but first I wanna know what's in the box ^^

Beth is gonna open it, isn't she?

I like Erin, she's pretty cool.

Can't wait for the next bit! (Tell us what's in the box!)
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 13th, 2008 10:27 pm (UTC)
On it! :)
hopeformb01 on February 15th, 2008 07:18 pm (UTC)
Love Is Never Ending-Chap. 2
I agree with everything said in the other comments.
A creative and interesting story. Can't wait for the next chapter.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 15th, 2008 07:24 pm (UTC)
Re: Love Is Never Ending-Chap. 2
Thanks! Glad you like it!
Jennifer (The Butterfly Poet): mick flamebeachbutterfly on February 24th, 2008 08:46 pm (UTC)
I love the details and especially the celtic knots in her ring, and fabulous how you are working his past in.


on to read the next, this is fun.
hope you have a great day.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 24th, 2008 09:44 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I've always imagined Mick as Irish, for some reason. I'm glad you like it!