Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not own Moonlight, nor am I making any money from this, though I'm certainly having fun playing with the characters. No infringement intended.
Warnings: None in this one.
Summary: Closure. He'd only wanted closure.
A/N: Written for Champagne Challenge #159: Seven Lines, Seven Sentences.
I wound up inspired to explore a little more about the St. John family, and Mick's brother, Andrew.
If you want to read more about Andrew, he's in my other seven-sentence fic, Best Wishes. He's also mentioned in my older one-shot, Bloodties. Andrew's daughter, Lisa, is the focus of Namesake, and Mick's mother is mentioned in Visiting Hours.As always, I thank my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who is the source of all inspiration.
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Elegy
1962
Andrew had arranged for the grave because he’d been hoping it would offer the family closure.
Well, okay, he’d done it because he needed closure - after all, Mick had been gone for almost ten years, but Andrew kept seeing him out of the corner of his eye, and more than once, Mick had disappeared just before Andrew could call his name.
None of it could have been real, though, because Mick never looked a day older than he had at his wedding, and tempting as it was to imagine that Mick was just off with his beautiful wife somewhere, Andrew knew it wasn’t true.
So, he’d invested in a plot of land, a slab of marble, and a few etched words that could never do his brother’s life justice.
But, it was hard to feel any sense of closure when he’d arrived at the cemetery one night to see his brother’s specter standing over the grave that was supposed to be his.
“Mick?” Andrew whispered, his throat tight.
The phantom hesitated for just a moment, then turned and faded silently into the shadows.
Fin
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it and please let me know what you think!
-Laughter
Poor Andrew... 
and poor Mick, having to fade away. 
