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28 November 2007 @ 10:02 pm
Fic: Winner at a Losing Game, ch. 9  
Title: Winner at a Losing Game
Rating: PG-13, for now
Word Count: 1112
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Disclaimer: I haven't made it clear by now?
Author's note: This chapter may seem like the end but it's not. There's a little more to go. I hope it's not to anticlimatic.

Chapter Nine

The helo landed on the roof of the tallest building in the Port of Los Angeles. Mick, Beth and Josef climbed out quickly so the helo could take off again. Airspace around the port was still restricted; they didn’t want to take any chances of mortal interference.

Beth went over to the ledge and looked down. “No way. We’re not jumping from here. Not gonna happen.”

“It’s only six stories, Beth. You’ll be fine,” Mick reassured her.

“Aw, is Beth afraid of heights?” Josef asked mockingly.

She spun around. “No! And for the record, people who are afraid of heights are more afraid of the fall than they are of the height.” She still looked uncomfortable though.

Mick wrapped his arms around her. “I’ve got you. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

Beth took a deep breath. “OK, I’m ready.”

Mick picker her up effortlessly. She wound her arms tightly around his neck as he stepped onto the ledge. “Are you sure you want to do this, Josef? I know how much you hate this sort of thing.”

Josef stepped onto the ledge. “What’s the point of being a vampire if you don’t let loose every once in a while? Besides, I have a personal score to settle.” And with that, Josef jumped towards the ground.

Making sure he had a firm grip on Beth, Mick followed suit. He landed heavier than he intended, but safely. As he put her down, Beth said, “Now I understand why people bungee jump.”

Mick glanced at his watch. “It’s eight thirty. We need to find slip 94.”

“This is slip 58,” Josef said pointing to the sign across from them.

“OK, so we’ll head down that way.” Mick pointed off to the left. “Keep to the shadows as much as possible. We don’t want anyone to notice us.”

Josef saluted him. “Yes, sir, Captain America.”

Luckily for them a ship of one sort or another, casting shadows that kept them relatively hidden, occupied nearly every slip. Mick led the way, followed by Beth. Josef brought up the rear. As they approached slip 94, Mick saw a non-descript car sitting in front of it. Quickly ducking behind a palate, Mick pointed the car out to the others.

“Who is it?” Beth whispered.

“Jack, I think. He matches the picture Janelle gave me.”

“So now what do we do?” Josef asked.

“I’m going to talk to him. You two stay here.” Mick looked significantly at Josef, who understood perfectly. Watch her. Mick stepped out from behind the palate and approached the car.

“You’re not Alexei,” came a voice from inside it.

“No. I’m Mick St. John. You’re wife is worried about you.”

“She won’t have to worry much longer.”

“You don’t have to do this. Let’s get you out of here. I’ll deal with Alexei.”

“I’m supposed to trust you? You’re like me. A vampire. Not exactly known for trustworthiness. Or caring. My way is just as good. I get paid; Alexei gets his program. Everybody wins,” Jack argued.

“I do understand. I’m actually in a similar situation.” Jack looked at Mick in surprise. “The only difference is she already knows what I am.”

“And she doesn’t care? It doesn’t bother her that you’ll never have children? That you’ll have to watch her grow old and die?”

Mick thought about that. “I think it bothers me more than it bothers her. But you’re not even giving Janelle the choice. If you love her, at least give her that.”

Headlights illuminated the dock. A short, balding man got out of the limousine as it came to a stop. He was dressed immaculately in a crisp designer suit. Alexei Derenyenko walked calmly up to Mick.

“Am I interrupting?” he said in a thick Russian accent.

“Yes, you are actually. We were just leaving.”

“I’m afraid no one is going anywhere until I get my program.” Mick felt a gun in the small of his back. “I wouldn’t try anything. It’s loaded with silver bullets.”

Beth watched in horror as the scene unfolded. At the words “silver bullets,” flashes of Lee Jay Spaulding and silver buckshot ran through her mind. She turned to Josef, “We have to do something.”

“Mick’s a big boy; he can handle it.”

Anger flared on Beth’s face. “Why did you come? I thought you had a score to settle. Well, there it is. Settle it.”

Josef looked from Beth to Mick and back again. He sighed. “Fine. But you stay here. Anything happens to you and Mick will have my head. Literally.” There’s a reason you let Mick do this sort of thing, Josef thought as he cleared the palate.

Just then, there was a flurry of motion. Mick turned, grabbed Alexei’s wrist and forced the gun skyward. It went off harmlessly in the air. “Apparently, you didn’t get the memo, Alexei. Vampires move faster than humans.”

The driver of the limo opened the door and pointed a riot gun in Mick’s direction. He never got to use it. Josef snapped his neck effortlessly from behind. Mick saw him out of the corner of his eye.

“Getting your hands dirty, Josef?”

“Nah, his neck was clean.” he walked up to Mick, who still had Alexei by the wrist.

“Would you like to have the honors?”

“Allow me.”

Pure fear shot across Alexei’s face. Josef held him by the shoulders as his teeth pierced Alexei’s neck. A minute later, he was dead. Josef carelessly dropped the body to the ground and licked his lips. “Now I know why I stick with my harem.”

Beth came running out from behind the palate. She threw her arms around Mick and hugged him tightly. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Not even a scratch.”

“When he said silver bullets, all I could think of was Lee Jay and his silver buckshot.”

“I’m fine,” he said again.

“See, I told you he could take care of himself,” Josef said. Beth laughed as she released Mick.

Jack watched the tableau before him with interest. Could it work out for him the way it appeared to for Mick? There was only one way to find out. He cleared his throat. The others looked at him in surprise. Mick had forgotten he was there. “Sorry to interrupt, but I have a wife to get back to.”

“Wait. Shouldn’t he be debriefed or something? Isn’t that what happens now?” Josef asked.

“I don’t think that’s necessary, Josef. Let the man go home to his wife.”

I think Mick’s starting to rub off on me, Josef thought idly. “Fine. I have better things to do anyway. The Japanese market opens in an hour.”

To be continued…

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heartagram_lala: Moonlight - Mick/Beth near youheartagram_lala on January 9th, 2008 06:31 pm (UTC)
yay for mick n josef showing off, very hot =P