Moonlightaholics

Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight, any of its characters or dialogue.
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.

Ohhhhhh.... this is just wonderful. I hear Beth's voice in every word. Fabulous job, honey!!

It is always such a pleasure to read over your stuff, babe!

I always thought it would be hard for Beth to get a starving vampire to stop, but Mick's love for her is stronger than the vampire. I LOVE that, and you've expressed it so well here....as well as Beth's questions and her drive to get answers.

GREAT answer to the challenge!

Thanks Alle and Pgal! I'm glad you like it - and that it sounds like Beth.

Love this peek into Beth's thoughts, MLC

I never appreciated just how much Sophia conveyed with her eyes, but in 'Fever' she let her eyes do the talking.

When Josh kisses her wrist, you can see the discomfort on Beth's face:

Not there. Not like that. Not where Mick… it was something special just between me and Mick.

Beth echoes Mick's own desire not to have to take Beth's blood in the manner he had to and I love your portrayal of the moments after the feeding.

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.

Of course he was. Feeding from Beth for the first time should not have been in those awful conditions, when she was so afraid. It should have been an act of love, not one of survival.

I've often wondered what was going on in Beth's mind as she sat on the floor, bloody towel to wrist. Mick, her savior, had now become the savior of another young woman, one he's holding instead of holding her. Had feeding from Beth put yet another barrier between them? Your answer is perfect.

And then he gave me that little half smile of his. I understand now it was all he could do at the time.

Wonderful answer to the challenge, MLC

Thank you dsr! You always have such wonderful and thoughtful comments! I'm glad you liked it!

Wow, yes! This really feels like being in Beth's mind!

I know I'm not the first to say that, but I felt especially by this part:

MickLifeCrisis wrote: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.

This is exactly what I see in Beth's eyes yes! Their experience, what they shared, is so special, so precious, the bite left by Mick is sacred. I know I cringe every time I see Josh do that!

I also especially love how you show Mick stopping... Mick doesn't tell Beth how to stop him simply because he knows her asking is all it will take...

Beautiful, beautiful story!

Glad you liked it, Diane! Thanks for commenting.

You know, we often talk about how expressive Mick/Alex is with his eyes, but Beth/Sophia does a great job, too.

Fabulous glimpse into the turmoil Beth's mind and emotions were in in Fever. She mentally encountered the possibility of Mick being dead, and then got Leni's call that he was alive. Intellectually knowing that Mick was a vampire was one thing, but wilingly feeding him to save his life brought her another kind of knowledge and connection.

Wonderful job!!!

Thank you!

Thanks, Jen! I'm happy you liked it!