Rating: G
Characters: Mick, Beth, Leni
A/N: From Fever, for the Monologue Challenge #157. Beth's POV this time. Thank you PNWgal for being my sounding board!
I’m Such a Klutz
“I’m such a klutz.”
“Lucky thing you’re so good looking. We make a pretty good team, don’t you think?”
I tried to smile convincingly when Josh said that, but when he turned to walk back into the bathroom I turned away and sighed. Hearing Josh say those words gave me a knot in my stomach. Was it really only this morning I said that very same thing to Mick? It seems like a lifetime ago.
And when Josh kissed the wounds on my wrist it was all I could do to keep from cringing and yanking my arm away. He lifted my wrist to his mouth and I could only picture Mick’s lips. I didn’t want Josh to touch me. Not there. Not like that. Not where Mick… it was something special just between me and Mick.
I remember everything. What I felt when Mick bit me was indescribable. We had a connection; I felt it and I’m sure Mick felt it. When I began to feel lightheaded I wondered how in the world I was supposed to ‘stop’ a vampire from feeding. Yet I only whispered his name and he let go, just like that. He handed my arm over and he looked like he wanted to say something, but he turned away. I think he was embarrassed. I had no idea what to say so I just grabbed a towel for my arm and left to check on Leni. The next thing I know, that hired killer had me in a choke hold with a gun to my head! I felt more threatened for my life than ever before, even more than when that TA kidnapped me. Oh my god I’m getting chills now just thinking about it.
And then Mick saved me. Again. Mick, who only minutes before couldn’t even save himself, busted the door and snapped that guy’s neck.
Seeing him embrace Leni while I was on the floor holding a bloody towel on my wrist made me jealous, I admit. We locked eyes and I wondered what he was thinking. In my mind I wanted him to be reassuring me, not her. To be thanking me for what I did for him; what I gave up for him – my own blood. Didn’t he care? I thought so when we were together, when he was drinking from me, but at that moment as I stared at him I couldn’t read his expression at all.
And then he gave me that little half smile of his. I understand now it was all he could do at the time.
There was an uncomfortable silence in my car as Mick drove us back to the bus depot. He drove Leni to the police station in his car while I followed. What had Mick and Leni talked about? Anything? Wasn’t Leni curious about what happened to Mick? Did he tell her what he was? My mind was racing with questions then and it’s still racing now, even as I go through the motions of getting into bed with Josh. All I can think about is Mick.
I have to go talk to him. I have to ask Mick about what happened when he fed from me. What it meant to him. And what it means for us.
The end.
I hear Beth's voice in every word. Fabulous job, honey!! 
I'm glad you like it - and that it sounds like Beth. 
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