Like lots of people I often play out little scenes from the show in my head... what must they have been thinking? What happened between this point and that point? And sometimes I write it down. I've always loved the scene outside Club Valis. Wow... the change in Beth. So here's my little idea of how things went. And thank you again to Allegrita for wrangling with my tenses. 
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Rating PG
Fitting In
‘It’s all about the look, Beth. This month it’s Hollywood Meets Teen Vamp. Just go with it. You’ll be hot.’
I smiled a little. If only Maureen knew what she was suggesting. But I could hear the smile in her voice. She was loving this. The always-hardheaded news reporter, calling to ask for fashion advice? Priceless. And when she found it was to investigate that new club – Club Valis? She was right behind me. A little bit of red this, a little bit of tight that. Suggestions that made my eyes go wide. Uh-huh. This would definitely be Beth does Hollywood Meets Teen Vamp.
There was that little smile again.
‘Thanks, Maureen. I’ll let you know how it goes.’
Dropping the phone in its holder, I trailed my fingers over the contents of the closet. After my little brush with Club Valis’ hospitality last time? Something told me I’d need to pull out all the stops. And yeah, I guess that in the back of my head I knew that this time, Mick would be there too.
My fingers stopped at the perfect dress. Bingo.
I glanced at the back of my hand, the pinprick of a scar almost invisible now. I hadn’t felt a thing when Mick had inserted the needle, distracted by our talk about the kiss. I know. I know, I started it. But I needed to clear the air. And like he said, it was an accident, that’s all. I guess it won’t happen again.
Plus now there was this new ‘She’ to look out for. I wondered, who was she? What did Mick want from her?
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and slipped the belt in place. Trailed newly buffed fingernails over snugged hips, comfortable in their black, and so soft, second skin. I tilted my head to the side. Who was this woman? Was it who he wanted? I shook my head a little. Stop it, Beth.
* * *
Twenty minutes later, I step out of the cab. It only takes a second to register him, standing at the end of the alley. So relaxed. He belongs to the night. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look more at ease than Mick St. John. Shoulder against the brick wall near the foot of the staircase. If he looks me over, I can’t see it. Then again, why would he look me over? I’m just some crazy journalist searching out a story. Right?
Stepping out onto the street, I check for oncoming traffic, trying to slow my hammering heart as I step carefully, one foot in front of the other. When I see his eyes, I can’t look away.
Think of something smart to say, Beth. Something smart. What comes out is a babble about club admissionable standards. That’s not even a word.
‘Perpetual coolness is the Vampire’s curse,’ he says, and I’m giggling like a teenager. How does he do that?
Okay, business head, Beth. One look back as he turns away… let’s see what this night has in store.
And yeah, we viewers see the way Mick's eyes move from the shoes, up the legs, up the dress... watching Beth in her tight this and her red that, sashaying across the street. He's definitely smitten, no matter how cool he looks. 
Aww, friends thank you so much for reading, and it makes me SO happy you've enjoyed it. I'm working on something else this week, but hope to post again soon. 
I'm workin' on it! 
Thank you, Alle, for bumping this wonderful gem. 
