Broken Hearts (PG) Challenge #162
Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 10:34 pm
Disclaimer: I don't own Moonlight or any of its dialogue.
Rated: PG
A/N: Hugs and thanks going out to PNWgal for looking this over for me and offering her suggestions.
Broken Hearts (PG)
Mick had been working on a case in San Diego for three days and was driving back to L.A. Another piece of modern technology he loved? Satellite radio. He was listening to the Michael Bublé cover of How Can You Mend a Broken Heart and it got him thinking. Broken hearts and Mick St. John were certainly no strangers…
“Take care of Lila, okay? Tell her I love her. Tell her.”
“I’ll tell her Ray. I’ll tell her.”
“INCOMING!”
Mick opened his eyes, trying to figure out where he was and why he couldn’t move. He saw a nurse walk past. Nurses meant a hospital. “Nurse! Nurse!”
“You’re finally awake! I’ll get the doctor,” she replied and started to turn away.
“Wait, please. Why can’t I move? Am I paralyzed?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice.
“I’ll get the doctor. It will only be a moment.” The moment seemed to take forever.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Dennison, your surgeon.”
“Please, Doc. I gotta know. Am I paralyzed? Why can’t I move?”
The doctor smiled. “Relax, son. You’re going to be fine. You’re not paralyzed; you’re strapped down to keep you from moving.”
“But why am I on my stomach?” Mick asked.
“You have some burns on your back and buttocks. I removed shrapnel from your calves and a few pieces from your buttocks as well. You must have been on your knees hunched over when the explosion hit.”
Ray! “What about Ray? Did he make it? What about the rest of my patrol? Are they here, too?” The panic was creeping back into his voice.
The doctor rested his hand on Mick’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, son. I heard that no one else from your patrol survived.”
“No one?” Mick’s voice cracked.
“I’m sorry, son.”
“Of course Lilah knew that Ray was gone. But I…I needed to see her. We were devastated. Then the war in Europe was over and everyone was starting over.”
What was it he told Beth? He didn’t mean for things to happen between them, but they just – happened. Their mutual loss of Ray pulled them together. After they got the news of Ray’s survival and that he was on his way home, he made himself scarce because really, what other choice did he have? When the photographer called to tell him the photographs of he and Lilah were ready to be picked up, his heart sank. He couldn’t give them to anyone, not even to Lilah. He stood in his backyard and watched them burn as he dropped them one by one into the trash fire.
The ones of himself.
The ones of him and Lilah together.
Even the ones of just Lilah.
He had lost his best friend – twice. Once thinking he was dead, and again to Lilah. After what he had shared with Lilah, he couldn’t look Ray in the eye anymore. And he had lost Lilah, his first love. As the photos burned he hoped the fire would weld his broken heart back together. When he got to the last picture, he hesitated. Then he put it back in the leather portfolio. This one he would keep. Just for him. Someday, when his heart was whole again, he would look at it.
And time did heal his heart. He moved on, started a band, played at jazz clubs and private parties.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers.”
“You don’t even know my name.”
“Do I need to?”
He unzipped that tight red dress and let it fall onto the patio. She wasn’t wearing a single thing underneath and he watched, awestruck, as she jumped into the pool. Her “come hither” eyes and her red lips invited him in without saying a word and it took only a minute to strip and join her.
Coraline. He couldn’t imagine skinny dipping with Lilah. Ever. But Coraline? She was exciting and passionate and daring and alluring and sexy. He was like a moth to a flame when he was around her. He now knew why, of course, but back then - god, she was good.
And how many times did Coraline break his heart? As if he could count that high, he scoffed. “I’ll love you forever” turned out to be a very short time indeed. Ironic that he ended up with forever; he just didn’t want it with her. Yet every time he broke away, she reeled him back in.
Until she took Beth. That was the last straw. Again, he hoped the fire would weld his shattered heart. But it only wrapped his heart in guilt.
So he locked his heart away to protect it from being broken again. Sure, he partied the nights away with Josef. He shared blood and booze and sex with blonds, redheads and brunettes. But his heart? That’s the one thing he swore he would never share again.
Then he met Beth. Or met Beth again. Whatever. At a freezing fountain at two in the morning. And the wall he had built around his heart cracked, just a little. But the more she opened the cracks in the wall, the more chances his heart underneath would crack as well.
Sara Whitley. “I have to get back. I didn’t leave things very well with Josh.”
Josh’s death. “Stay away from me. Why do you go on living?”
The rooftop. “Being a vampire isn’t what’s keeping us apart. You may have forever, but I don’t.”
Emma and Jackson. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
So he walked out. Out of her apartment and out of her life. Once again, he had shared his heart, and gotten it broken.
But he didn’t even make it all the way down the hall. He smiled as he remembered. Not this time. This time, he was going to fight for his heart. For the right kind of love. For Beth. He couldn’t turn his back on her – on them – now.
“Because I love you.”
He was almost home now. And the love of his life, the woman who had healed the scars and filled his heart with so much love it was close to bursting, was waiting for him.
The End.
Rated: PG
A/N: Hugs and thanks going out to PNWgal for looking this over for me and offering her suggestions.
Broken Hearts (PG)
Mick had been working on a case in San Diego for three days and was driving back to L.A. Another piece of modern technology he loved? Satellite radio. He was listening to the Michael Bublé cover of How Can You Mend a Broken Heart and it got him thinking. Broken hearts and Mick St. John were certainly no strangers…
“Take care of Lila, okay? Tell her I love her. Tell her.”
“I’ll tell her Ray. I’ll tell her.”
“INCOMING!”
Mick opened his eyes, trying to figure out where he was and why he couldn’t move. He saw a nurse walk past. Nurses meant a hospital. “Nurse! Nurse!”
“You’re finally awake! I’ll get the doctor,” she replied and started to turn away.
“Wait, please. Why can’t I move? Am I paralyzed?” He tried to keep the panic out of his voice.
“I’ll get the doctor. It will only be a moment.” The moment seemed to take forever.
“Hello, I’m Dr. Dennison, your surgeon.”
“Please, Doc. I gotta know. Am I paralyzed? Why can’t I move?”
The doctor smiled. “Relax, son. You’re going to be fine. You’re not paralyzed; you’re strapped down to keep you from moving.”
“But why am I on my stomach?” Mick asked.
“You have some burns on your back and buttocks. I removed shrapnel from your calves and a few pieces from your buttocks as well. You must have been on your knees hunched over when the explosion hit.”
Ray! “What about Ray? Did he make it? What about the rest of my patrol? Are they here, too?” The panic was creeping back into his voice.
The doctor rested his hand on Mick’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, son. I heard that no one else from your patrol survived.”
“No one?” Mick’s voice cracked.
“I’m sorry, son.”
“Of course Lilah knew that Ray was gone. But I…I needed to see her. We were devastated. Then the war in Europe was over and everyone was starting over.”
What was it he told Beth? He didn’t mean for things to happen between them, but they just – happened. Their mutual loss of Ray pulled them together. After they got the news of Ray’s survival and that he was on his way home, he made himself scarce because really, what other choice did he have? When the photographer called to tell him the photographs of he and Lilah were ready to be picked up, his heart sank. He couldn’t give them to anyone, not even to Lilah. He stood in his backyard and watched them burn as he dropped them one by one into the trash fire.
The ones of himself.
The ones of him and Lilah together.
Even the ones of just Lilah.
He had lost his best friend – twice. Once thinking he was dead, and again to Lilah. After what he had shared with Lilah, he couldn’t look Ray in the eye anymore. And he had lost Lilah, his first love. As the photos burned he hoped the fire would weld his broken heart back together. When he got to the last picture, he hesitated. Then he put it back in the leather portfolio. This one he would keep. Just for him. Someday, when his heart was whole again, he would look at it.
And time did heal his heart. He moved on, started a band, played at jazz clubs and private parties.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t kick her out of bed for eating crackers.”
“You don’t even know my name.”
“Do I need to?”
He unzipped that tight red dress and let it fall onto the patio. She wasn’t wearing a single thing underneath and he watched, awestruck, as she jumped into the pool. Her “come hither” eyes and her red lips invited him in without saying a word and it took only a minute to strip and join her.
Coraline. He couldn’t imagine skinny dipping with Lilah. Ever. But Coraline? She was exciting and passionate and daring and alluring and sexy. He was like a moth to a flame when he was around her. He now knew why, of course, but back then - god, she was good.
And how many times did Coraline break his heart? As if he could count that high, he scoffed. “I’ll love you forever” turned out to be a very short time indeed. Ironic that he ended up with forever; he just didn’t want it with her. Yet every time he broke away, she reeled him back in.
Until she took Beth. That was the last straw. Again, he hoped the fire would weld his shattered heart. But it only wrapped his heart in guilt.
So he locked his heart away to protect it from being broken again. Sure, he partied the nights away with Josef. He shared blood and booze and sex with blonds, redheads and brunettes. But his heart? That’s the one thing he swore he would never share again.
Then he met Beth. Or met Beth again. Whatever. At a freezing fountain at two in the morning. And the wall he had built around his heart cracked, just a little. But the more she opened the cracks in the wall, the more chances his heart underneath would crack as well.
Sara Whitley. “I have to get back. I didn’t leave things very well with Josh.”
Josh’s death. “Stay away from me. Why do you go on living?”
The rooftop. “Being a vampire isn’t what’s keeping us apart. You may have forever, but I don’t.”
Emma and Jackson. “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
So he walked out. Out of her apartment and out of her life. Once again, he had shared his heart, and gotten it broken.
But he didn’t even make it all the way down the hall. He smiled as he remembered. Not this time. This time, he was going to fight for his heart. For the right kind of love. For Beth. He couldn’t turn his back on her – on them – now.
“Because I love you.”
He was almost home now. And the love of his life, the woman who had healed the scars and filled his heart with so much love it was close to bursting, was waiting for him.
The End.
What a great overview of Mick's love story (stories?). He had plenty of experience with broken hearts, but he finally found the courage to open himself up to love again, with Beth... and in doing so, he helped her fix her broken parts, too. They are the perfect couple--both damaged, but both brave enough to face their fears and overcome them together. 
When you sent this to me to look over, the first time I read through it, I had tears streaming down my face. 
From Lilah to Coraline to Beth, this is such a heartbreaking timeline of Mick's broken heart. First, he loses Lilah to Ray, he loses his life to Coraline, and he loses his heart to Beth. The pieces of Mick's heart are slowly broken over time, but he slowly puts them back together with Beth.
I'm so glad you enjoyed this. And I really didn't mean to make Pgal cry. 
Mick muse just showed up and this came out.