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05 November 2007 @ 10:55 pm
Fic: Demons, ch. 5  
Title: Demons
Rating: M, due to some mild profanity
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Word Count: 1044
Disclaimer: *checks pockets* Nope, still not mine!
Author's note: Here I am again! Chapter five. I'm a little nervous about this one. We'll be taking a tiny detour from our regularly scheduled Mick/Beth drama to visit....Josef! Yay! Trust me, this little detour is necessary for the overall story. Enjoy!

Chapter Five

Beth noticed the confounded look on Mick’s face; she grew apprehensive.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Something that’s impossible,” he replied.

“Mick, if there’s one thing I’ve learned since I met you, it’s that nothing is impossible,” Beth assured him.

“According to the Cleaner, only one body has been removed from here. And if who she says is responsible actually is then someone has some explaining to do.”

Beth was puzzled by that cryptic remark. “Who?”

“I’m not sure yet.” But I have an idea who might, he thought.

“Didn’t you say that your parents’ were around here?” Beth asked.

Mick was thankful for the change in subject; images of his father telling war stories were playing in his head. He nodded at Beth.

“Would you show me?” she asked gently.

Mick nodded again and turned back toward the gate. Beth followed close behind. A few rows down Mick made an abrupt right turn nearly running into the oak tree he had used to steady himself the night before. Just beyond it, he saw the modest stone. The roses he had left were gone. He stopped in front of it. Mick saw Beth come up behind up and keel down in front of the grave. She read the inscriptions with a solemn look on her face.

As Beth gazed at the stone, a thousand questions flashed in her head, things she’d always wanted to know but never asked. Now was the perfect time. However, as she turned to stand next to Mick, she knew she couldn’t. Mick would tell her all those things in good time. She wasn’t going anywhere. Instead of firing questions at him, Beth simply took his hand and squeezed.

Surprised, Mick squeezed back. He thought for sure Beth would bombard him with questions, that her inquisitive nature would get the better of her. Not in his wildest dreams, did Mick think she would simply stand there holding his hand with a look of understanding on her beautiful face.

He never loved her more than in that moment. He knew then that he could, and would, tell her everything when the time was right. She would understand. All that would have to wait though. They had a vampire to catch. There was one thing he needed to check first and for that, he needed Josef.

“Ready to go?” he asked.


They rode back to Mick’s apartment in companionable silence. As he dropped her off at her car, Mick asked, “Can you tap into the Army Air Corps records from World War I.”

“I think so. Who am I looking for?” she asked.

“Robert Ernst.”

“And he is?”

“My dad’s best friend from the war. Ernst was shot down over France in March of 1918. They never found his body.”

“Does this have to do with the phone call from earlier?”

“It has everything to do with that.”

“OK, I’m on it,” she assured him. Beth climbed into her car and headed for the office.

Mick, meanwhile, had to visit a certain 400-year-old vampire. He pulled into Josef’s building and parked. He made his way to the special elevator that Josef had installed at the entrance to the garage. Mick got off on the Penthouse floor and went looking for Josef. Mick found him sitting behind his large desk, yelling at someone on his Blackberry.

“Just get it done, alright. Before I have to come over there and rip your spine out!”

“Problem?” Mick asked.

“Nothing I can’t handle. Wouldn’t want you to compromise those scruples of yours. What brings you here at this time of night? Isn’t it a little early for the superhero act?” Josef asked.

“Cleaner gave me a name. I was wondering if you might know it,” Mick replied, ignoring Josef’s dig.

“Try me.”

“Robert Ernst.”

“What’s the son of a bitch done now?” Josef asked.

Mick was taken aback. “Wait. You know him?”

Know him? Bastard owes me 500 g’s!”

“How’d he manage to wrangle that kind of money from you?”

“Said he had an artifact that would make collectors everywhere to go gaga. He just needed a loan to go fetch it,” Josef explained, lamely.

“500 grand to play fetch?”

“I know, I know. I’m getting generous in my old age. Can we get to your point?”

“What’d he have to do? Break into a government facility or something?” Mick asked.

“Don’t know. Didn’t ask.”

“You’re loosing your touch, my friend. How long have you known Ernst?”

“Since 1918. Why?”

“Because he happens to be the prime suspect in my missing person’s case,” Mick informed him.

“Robert was shot down over the chateau that I was staying in during the Great War in France. Good times. All that bloodshed does a vampire good,” said Josef, nostalgically.

“Did he have a tattoo of an eagle on his calf?”

“Yeah. How did you know?”

“My father’s best friend in the Army was named Robert Ernst. He had a tattoo of an eagle on his calf. He was famous for it in their unit.”

Josef let out a low whistle. “So you’re telling me that your old man’s buddy and this vampire is the same person?”

“Looks like. How did Ernst get turned?”

Josef hesitated. Then he said, “Lola brought him in with her one day. I assumed she turned him; practically parachuted into her lap, she said.”

Mick knew that talking about Lola was still difficult for Josef; the wound was still raw. Josef’s snark said one thing; his eyes told a different story. Mick changed his tack.

“So Ernst got 500 grand from you to fetch this artifact. What was it?”

“He said it was the headgear of the Red Baron.”

“Seriously?” Mick asked in disbelief.

“Hey, don’t knock it. That’s an important historical artifact! It'll fetch millions on the black market! Besides, I actually met the man himself.”

“You knew the Red Baron? How come I never knew any of this?”

“Simple. You never asked,” Josef told him matter-of-factly.

Mick contemplated that. He realized Josef was right. There was so much he didn’t know about his friend. That was a conversation for another time.

“Thanks, Josef.”

“Just get the bastard, alright? And my 500 grand, if possible?”

“I’ll do my best,” Mick said.

“Damn right you will.”

To be continued…
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Say neversarisynn on November 6th, 2007 05:59 am (UTC)
Yay. Glad to see some Josef. This story keeps getting more interesting as it goes on. I'm so looking forward to seeing what happens. And you seem to be developing a good mystery as well.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on November 6th, 2007 11:17 am (UTC)
Thanks, I just knew I couldn't write this without some Josef!
shippercrazedshippercrazed on November 6th, 2007 06:04 am (UTC)
I've not quite figured out the relationship between Mick and Josef yet. The way Josef sometimes treats Mick, I'd tell him to go *&^%$$%/! But then you see moments where they do seem to have a true friendship between them. Think we are going to see many levels there on the show. I love the scene at Mick's parents' grave. Instead of asking questions, Beth just squeezed his hand in support which pleasently surprised him. Looking forward to further updates.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on November 6th, 2007 11:18 am (UTC)
Thanks! That's one of my favorite scenes as well!
Quick to scar, slow to heal.: MickBeth Apart Anifemmephantom on November 6th, 2007 02:37 pm (UTC)
Awwww. The scene at the cemetary between Mick and Beth was so sweet. :D

And I loved Josef in this chap. Excellent work.
michellemtsumichellemtsu on November 6th, 2007 10:09 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I was worried about writing Josef. Hopefully, I did him justice.
heartagram_lala: Moonlight - Mick/Beth greenheartagram_lala on January 9th, 2008 05:37 pm (UTC)
lol u write josef really well, and the hand holding at the cemetery was very touching =D

Michelle: Moonlight Being human is lamemrs_boyscout on January 22nd, 2008 02:45 pm (UTC)
I have to admit, I do love Josef. He gets all the best lines and isn't hampered by all the "rules" of society. Like -- "I'll rip his spine out!" Too funny.