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18 February 2008 @ 10:33 pm
Love Is Never-Ending, ch. 3  
Title: Love Is Never-Ending
Rating: For Mature Adults
Word Count: 1220
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Disclaimer: They still belong to Trevor!
Author's note: I know, I know. I'm extremely late. My computer died. Then I had writer's block. Then that depressing news on Friday. But I'm back now. Comments make me happy! Enjoy! (If you still care that is.)

Chapter Three

The first thing Mick noticed when he came home was the light pouring through the doorway of his office. Smiling knowingly, he hung his coat up and headed for the office. There he found Beth, clearly engrossed in a leather bound book.

“I knew I’d find you here,” he said as he entered.

Beth gave him a slightly irritated look. “How do you do that?”

“Lots of practice.”

“I’m gonna put a bell on you one of these days.”

Mick laughed. “Promises, promises. I see you found the package that came this afternoon.”

Beth looked slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. I came home and the door was open…”

“Don’t worry about it. I was going to show it to you anyway. I just thought I’d have a chance to go through it first.”

“You didn’t look through it before you left?”

“No, apparently I’m headstrong and impulsive.”

“I see.” Beth picked up Erin’s letter. “I take it Erin said that.”

“Yeah. Look, before you go all twenty questions on me, why don’t we move all this into the living room. Then you can have at it.”

Mick came over to the desk and picked up the chest. His vampire strength made it practically weightless, but he was sure the emotional weight far exceeded the physical. Beth followed him to the living room, still carrying the leather bound book. They settled beside each other on the couch, one looking expectant and the other looking somber.

Sensing Mick’s hesitancy, Beth gently placed her hand on his arm. “It’s OK, I’m right here.”

Mick let out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding. He didn’t know what he was so nervous about. He’d seen inside the chest before. When he was ten, he’d snuck a look at it one afternoon while his mother entertained downstairs. That was over seventy-five years ago. So much has changed since then. Mick sighed. Might as well get this over with.

Mick lifted the lid; its hinges creaked. Mick peered cautiously in to the chest. He didn’t know what he’d expected. A booby trap? Beth had already opened it without incident. Get a grip, St. John. You’re becoming as paranoid as Josef. Cursing silently, Mick allowed his eyes to focus finally on the contents of Madeline St. John’s life.

There were more items that he remembered. When he was a child, the chest was relatively bare. Now it was filled with all sorts of things. Most surprisingly, most of the contents were his, things he’d long forgotten. There was his worn baseball glove and his yo-yo. There was even his first piece of homework. Why had she kept all these things? Did she gain some solace from keeping her son’s belongings? Mick sifted through that chest further. He found his dog tags and army cap. It carried the insignia of medic. Right next to his cap was his father’s, which carried the insignia of an aviator. There were dozens of newspaper clippings, each documenting where the First Army was at any given time. Mick was a notoriously bad letter writer, so Madeline had devised another way to keep track of her boy.

Beth continued to watch Mick go through the chest. She found herself fighting back tears as she watched the look of astonishment, nostalgia and heartbreak cross his face as he made each discovery. She knew that looking at the contents would be a profound experience for him. It was evidence of his human life, one that he tried so hard to remember and hang on to. Beth’s tears gave way as she reached for his hand. He took it gratefully and looked at her. He was astonished to see her crying. He brushed away her tears with his thumb.

“There’s nothing to cry about, Beth,” he said gently.

“I know.”

Mick looked at her skeptically. “Then why are you crying?”

Beth took a deep breath to compose herself. “I haven’t seen you like this. Ever. It just got to me, that’s all.”

Mick smiled one of those I-swear-the-world-stopped-revolving smiles. “Do you want to meet my parents?”


Mick pulled out an old cardboard bond photo album. He opened it to the first page. A black and white photo of a pudgy, blonde baby smiled up at them. “This is my mother. She was a year old when this was taken. Madeline Grace Ramsey.” He turned the page. “This one is dad.” Andrew St. John had a chock of dark hair and aquiline nose, both of which his son had inherited. Mick turned the page again. “Oh, I’d forgotten about this one.” He’d stopped at a photo of Andrew and Madeline sitting in a Model T. “This was taken just before Dad shipped out for France.”

“They look so happy,” Beth observed.

“Dad had just asked her marry him. They decided to wait until he got back though.” Mick frowned. “She spent her entire life waiting for others. Her sisters, my dad, me. Hell, even after everyone thought I was dead, she kept waiting.”

“She loved you.” Beth took his hand and squeezed. “I know exactly how she felt.”

“Do you now?”

“You’re a difficult man to get over, Mick St. John.” Beth leaned in and kissed him possessively. “Not that I want to or anything.”

“Good.” Mick turned back to the photo album. There was, of course, a wedding picture, which reminded both of them of their own impending nuptials. There was one flaw in the photograph, however. Harsh light blotted out the best man’s face. Beth couldn’t tell who he was.

“Is there another picture of him?” She pointed to the best man.

“I think so.” Mick flipped a couple of pages. “Here.” It was a group shot but faces were distinguishable. “Thomas Masters. My dad’s best friend.”

Beth huffed. “Well, best friend that wasn’t a vampire anyway.”

Mick grinned. “Don’t tell me you’re complaining about our friend, Robert Ernst, now are you?”

“Hardly. He managed to get your head out of your ass about us and I’m grateful for that. I’m just saying that your dad didn’t have the best taste in friends,” she replied teasingly. Beth peered at the photo again. There was something familiar about that face, but she couldn’t figure out what. Instead she turned to the page opposite. “Is this you?”


“How old were you?”

“Four or five, I think.”

He was one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen. His dark hair was cut short. He had on a crisp white dress shirt that was tucked into his short pants. He even had little suspenders. It looked like he was attempting to wave at the photographer; his little hand was slightly blurry.

“Are you waving?”

“Yeah. Our old Kodak box wasn’t the greatest thing ever. I couldn’t stand still long enough.”   

“Aw, you poor baby.”

“Shut up.” Mick made a face.

“Oh, that’s mature.”

“Eighty-five going on two, that’s me.”

Beth kissed him before he could say another word. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth and bit down on it, drawing blood. “You know what happens to boys when they’re naughty?”

Mick raised an eyebrow.

“They get spanked.” Beth ran for the stairs before Mick could fully appreciate what she’d said. With a predatory growl, he set off after her.

To be continued…

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heartagram_lalaheartagram_lala on February 19th, 2008 04:50 am (UTC)
totally love this chapter.

love that mick's mum kept lots of his stuff, oh and that line line.. HAWT! haha
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 19th, 2008 04:57 am (UTC)
Thanks! I think it's time we heated things up a bit, don't you?
heartagram_lalaheartagram_lala on February 19th, 2008 04:57 am (UTC)
do you really need to ask =P
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 19th, 2008 05:02 am (UTC)
Seriously, why ask questions to which I already know the answer! ;)
Bleu Daisy: Josef - Hotter than Youbleudaisy on February 19th, 2008 07:17 am (UTC)
Mick smiled one of those I-swear-the-world-stopped-revolving smiles.

Yeah, I love those smiles. And, that's a great way to describe them. *^_^*

LOVED the chapter! Can't wait to read more!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 19th, 2008 12:41 pm (UTC)
They're my favorite kind! I just melt into a warm pile of goo when he does that!
harknessgirlharknessgirl on February 19th, 2008 10:43 am (UTC)
This was fantastic. I have just read all three one after another. They were fantastic.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 19th, 2008 12:39 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked them!
britzfanbritzfan on February 19th, 2008 02:14 pm (UTC)
Great chapter! I can't wait for more!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 19th, 2008 02:18 pm (UTC)
Thanks! :)
hopeformb01 on February 19th, 2008 07:16 pm (UTC)
Love Never Ending-Chapter Three
That was very nice.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 19th, 2008 07:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Love Never Ending-Chapter Three
Michelle: Moonlight never let you go Mick/Bethmrs_boyscout on February 19th, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
Please say that with that last line you were hinting that we will indeed be getting some more vamp!sex from you. *please*

Great chapter. I love how he was reluctant to go through the chest. I'm sure he was unsure of just what he'd find. Perhaps a clue as to how his Mom knew he was alive? Very interesting!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 19th, 2008 10:45 pm (UTC)
You know me too well! LOL ;)
allegritafangsallegritafangs on February 21st, 2008 09:12 pm (UTC)
More, more, more...
This story is seriously addictive. I really like the trip through memory lane, it adds even more dimension to the character of Mick. And I'm really looking forward to learning more about Erin. There's so much more to this story than the upcoming wedding...which I'm totally looking forward to, by the way. Poor Mick, he is SO not the china-patterns type...more the smoky jazz club type, I'd say...

Definitely looking forward to the next chapter, after that promising last bit. (Loved the "85 going on 2" line that precipitated the comment by Beth, btw...)
michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 21st, 2008 10:30 pm (UTC)
Re: More, more, more...
This is rapidly becoming my favorite story that I've written. I'm so glad you're enjoying it too!
Jennifer (The Butterfly Poet): moonlight Vampire in Lovebeachbutterfly on February 24th, 2008 10:15 pm (UTC)
oh this chapter made me so happy, it was so sweet that his mother kept his toys and things from when he was young and Beth getting emotional.

It was so much fun picturing them in my mind in this scene and I love the line "Eighty-Five going on two, that's me." Ha classic, and so Mick, it fits Alex's personality so well.

I love that it is heating up :D nice transition into that.

michellemtsumichellemtsu on February 24th, 2008 10:42 pm (UTC)
I loved that line too!