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06 January 2008 @ 08:23 pm
If Tomorrow Never Comes, ch. 1  
Title: If Tomorrow Never Comes
Rating: For Mature Adults
Word Count: 1011
Pairing: Mick/Beth
Spoilers: Demons and Winner at a Losing Game
Author's note: This is the third installment of my series. I know I've been MIA for a while, but I finally got some inspiration! Enjoy!

Chapter One

Mick St. John sat at his desk getting more frustrated by the minute. There were two sources of his frustration. First, the murder case he was working on was going nowhere. On the surface the case seemed pretty run of the mill: beautiful model goes missing, then she’s found a week later, raped and strangled in an abandoned warehouse. The cops didn’t have any real leads, and incredibly, Mick’s own examination of the body didn’t help much. All it did was leave him with the feeling that whoever was responsible wasn’t done, not by a long shot. There was a rage there he couldn’t place. So here he was doing seemingly pointless research, trying to find a break in the case.

The second, and more immediate, reason for Mick’s frustration was his girlfriend, Beth. The day before, she had come home from Buzz Wire brandishing an invite to an exclusive celebrity charity ball. Beth had made it clear in no uncertain terms that they were going, despite Mick’s protests that he hated that sort of thing. As a result, he sat in his office uncomfortably sporting a brand new tux. If Josef could see me now, he thought. He checked his watch for the tenth time in twenty minutes. What is taking her so long? With a growl, he switched off his computer and left the office. He shut the connecting door with a snap, glanced up the stairs and stopped in his tracks.

Beth, pleased with his reaction, grinned down at him. Slowly, she walked down the stairs, allowing the silk of her dress to flow across her skin. She had taken the better part of the afternoon searching for the perfect dress. In the end, she decided on an off the shoulder dress of dark forest green that hugged her curves in all the right places. Mick swallowed hard as she came towards him. Ever the gentleman, he extended his hand to her as she neared the bottom of the stairs. She accepted it gratefully.

“Sorry,” Mick said.

“What for?” Beth asked, confused.

“For doubting perfection.”

Beth blushed scarlet. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He offered her his arm. “Shall we?”


They exited the apartment and took the elevator to the parking garage. Mick opened the passenger side door, allowing Beth to climb into the Mercedes. Mick closed the door, walked around to the driver’s side and climbed in. He started the Benz and headed towards West Hollywood.

“Why are we going to this thing again?” he asked, a few minutes later.

“Still trying to get out of it?” she asked, suspiciously.

“No, I was just checking to see how long we’d have to stay. As much as I love you in that dress, I’d rather see you out of it.”

Beth grinned. “Someone’s optimistic.”

He grinned back at her. “Always.”

“Well, Mo seems hell-bent on getting me to cover more ‘entertainment’ type stories. So I’m supposed to try and dig up some celebrity dirt that she can lead with. Since you’re the one with superhuman hearing I thought you could help.”

“So you didn’t bring me along for my sparkling personality or dashing good looks?”

Beth chuckled. “Those could be helpful.”

Mick rolled his eyes at her as he pulled up to the valet. Handing over the Benz, Mick walked around and took Beth’s arm, leading her toward the door. She pulled their tickets out of her purse and handed them to the doorman, who allowed them to pass. This particular charity ball was for autism, Hollywood’s cause of the moment. There were the usual movers and shakers, along with a few C and D list celebrities trying to mingle with the upper echelons.

As much as Beth detested this sort of thing she had to admit the hall was gorgeous. The high ceilings sported golden chandeliers that lent the room a soft glow. There were several priceless paintings on the walls. There was a definite Old World vibe going in the room. Mick led them to their table, where they found themselves sitting with Paris Hilton of all people. Beth groaned inwardly. Mo owes me big time, she thought. Dinner, which Mick did not partake of, passed awkwardly. Then the speechifying began. Beth tuned out most of it. She began to notice the stir that Mick seemed to be making. At almost every table she glanced at, there was at least one woman blatantly staring at Mick. A small surge of jealousy flared in her. She instinctively reached for Mick’s hand, determined to show everyone just who was with whom. Logically, Beth really couldn’t blame them. Mick was the best looking man in the room, Brad Pitt and George Clooney notwithstanding.

Finally, to Beth’s relief, the speeches were over. She turned to Mick and said reluctantly, “We should probably mingle.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he observed.

“I’d rather have my eyes gouged out.”

“We could go home.”

Beth sighed. “No, if I don’t have anything to give Mo, she’ll give me nothing but fluff pieces for a month. Let’s just get this over with.”

They wandered around the room, saying little. Mick kept his arm firmly around Beth’s waist, keeping her close. He had been aware of all the attention he was getting. It made him decidedly uncomfortable. He tried to maintain a passive expression, refusing to acknowledge anyone. The obvious show of affection seemed to keep most of his admirers at bay.

The orchestra struck up the Nat King Cole classic, Unforgettable. Mick looked down at Beth and said, “May I have this dance?”

He face lit up. “Yes.”

Mick led her out onto the marble dance floor. He placed his left arm around her waist and took her left hand in his right. They moved gracefully around the other couples, yet they were the only ones in the room. Beth closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest, sighing contentedly. It was a moment that would sustain them through the horror to come.

To be continued…


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Kellypittchic04 on January 7th, 2008 04:10 am (UTC)
Mick in a tux...what I wouldn't give to see that! Love it, can't wait to read more. :D
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 7th, 2008 04:59 am (UTC)
I wish they'd put him in a tux on the show! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
bookgirl77bookgirl77 on January 7th, 2008 04:23 am (UTC)
Love it! I read you're other stories a while back and I'm glad to see you're at it again!
Mick in a Tux is most definitely APPEALING! YUM!
Don't keep us waiting too long!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 7th, 2008 04:59 am (UTC)
Thanks! I should have chapter two up tomorrow!
Say neversarisynn on January 8th, 2008 12:14 am (UTC)
Hey, it's you! You're back! Yay!!

This fic made me feel all warm and gooey. And then I reread the last line and it makes me nervous. But here, a list of all things I enjoyed...

Mick in a tux. Yum.

Mick opening the car door for her, taking her arm. Yay for chivalry.

Mick apologizing for doubting perfection, and telling her as much as he liked her in the dress, he'd like her better out of it. Rawr.

The slow dance at the end. Awwwwwwwwwww.

So this sounds like it's gonna be interesting. Update soon plzzzzz.
heartagram_lala: Moonlight - Mick/Beth greenheartagram_lala on January 9th, 2008 06:43 pm (UTC)
mick in a tux... umm YES PLEASE.

hhorror to come... dayum lol
Sweet Charade: Foreverbuzzwire on January 15th, 2008 09:12 am (UTC)
You got Mick in a tux, and a dance to boot! You just made my day!
michellemtsumichellemtsu on January 15th, 2008 12:39 pm (UTC)
I loved the idea of Mick in a tux. I just couldn't resist! :)
Michelle: Moonlight never let you go Mick/Bethmrs_boyscout on January 22nd, 2008 07:24 pm (UTC)
Ooooh, Mick in a tux. What a tempting image.... I cannot wait to see that on the show. Love how they are both fighting off a bit of jealousy, but who can blame them. They are both gorgeous. *is jealous*