Missing II (Mick/Coraline; PG) 2009
Posted: Sun Feb 21, 2010 9:00 am
Rating : PG
Spoilers : ep 1-2, 9 and 12 of Moonlight, season 1
Summary : Character Musing- On the anniversary of his wedding day, Mick thinks about his ex-wife and what she sacrificed to save his life after he took the Cure.
First posted : ff.net, June 2009
Comment : This later became the inspiration for a Talismen project about Coraline. That multichaptered fic about Mick going to find her in France can be found on ff.net
Disclaimer : The characters are not mine, no money is being made and no infringement is intended.
After his client left, Mick went into his office and turned on his laptop, needing distraction. A week ago, after a very late and unsuccessful night trying to find the former employee of his client, who had made off with a million dollars from the account of his client's firm, Mick had been sitting in his office just as he was now, staring at his monitor, thinking about the past. Josef had often told him he ought to let it go, but there were a few things he just couldn't let go of.
Maybe love can't exist without mortality. Coraline had knelt in front of him, and kissed his lips. He had taken the Cure, which was beginning to spread through his body, but it hadn't yet reached his lips to numb his sense of touch, or his nose to dull his sense of smell. She had tasted exactly like he remembered her, her scent triggering an ancient desire. She had taken his life- then gave it back to him, and paid the price for it. Her brother Lance had taken her away. Mick had seen her kneel to accept the stake in her heart through a haze of blood, and although he could no longer smell the fear on her, he had seen the terror in her eyes. She did it to save him, and for that alone he owed it to her to find her.
So far, his research had rendered nothing. Mick worried for her. He had grilled Josef about the vamps in the old world, their rules and laws- but all Josef had been willing to share was that their idea of justice equalled his own, which wasn't exactly promising for Coraline.
Now, one week later, on the anniversary of their wedding day, he found his thoughts straying to her again, old memories mixing with newer ones. Their first kiss, in the pool at the party. Their chaste kiss at the altar, and the not-so-chaste kisses in the elevator up to their hotel room after the wedding. The last kiss they had shared before she turned him. All those times they fought and made up over the three decades they had been married. Those fatal last moments before he staked her, when passion and the smell of blood overwhelmed their senses and they ceased their fighting to taste it on each other's lips, fangs biting and scratching.
The tentative kiss in the hotel when she had returned as Morgan, as they listened to the lovemaking of his client's wife and he didn't know if she was really Coraline or not. And then, in his shower, as he realised he had known it was her since he first laid eyes on her again. He had been afraid to admit it to himself, because he was afraid of what it would mean. Afraid that it was all an illusion, that she was not back and human again, that there was not suddenly a chance to hope to regain his mortality- and also, he had been afraid of his love for her. As he held her in the shower, he knew he had been fooling himself, trying to be rational- his instincts had been right. This was Coraline, and she was human, and rationality be damned, he still loved her so very much.
And then Beth, his very own, gentle Beth, whom he had protected all of her life, and had watched grow up, his Beth who was forgiving and kind and loving- she had staked Coraline through the chest, almost killing her, and at that moment, he hadn't even noticed that he had pushed her away too strongly, nearly throwing her to the other side of the room just to get her off his ex-wife. Now that Coraline was back, he wondered briefly, was she even his ex-? Was their marriage annulled by her absence?
Mick looked down on his chest and reached for his necklace. He fingered the small pendant; an ornate fleur-de-lys cross. He had it made after saving Beth, melting down his wedding ring. He hadn't worn his ring since the seventies, but even after he thought Coraline was dead, he couldn't make himself throw it away. It was a sentimental gesture, and he had never told Josef about it- he knew his friend wouldn't approve. Though after finding out about Sarah, he wondered if his friend might have the emotional capacity to appreciate the gesture after all. He traced his thumb over the small flower before letting it fall back into his shirt. He had to find her.
Spoilers : ep 1-2, 9 and 12 of Moonlight, season 1
Summary : Character Musing- On the anniversary of his wedding day, Mick thinks about his ex-wife and what she sacrificed to save his life after he took the Cure.
First posted : ff.net, June 2009
Comment : This later became the inspiration for a Talismen project about Coraline. That multichaptered fic about Mick going to find her in France can be found on ff.net
Disclaimer : The characters are not mine, no money is being made and no infringement is intended.
Missing II
After his client left, Mick went into his office and turned on his laptop, needing distraction. A week ago, after a very late and unsuccessful night trying to find the former employee of his client, who had made off with a million dollars from the account of his client's firm, Mick had been sitting in his office just as he was now, staring at his monitor, thinking about the past. Josef had often told him he ought to let it go, but there were a few things he just couldn't let go of.
Maybe love can't exist without mortality. Coraline had knelt in front of him, and kissed his lips. He had taken the Cure, which was beginning to spread through his body, but it hadn't yet reached his lips to numb his sense of touch, or his nose to dull his sense of smell. She had tasted exactly like he remembered her, her scent triggering an ancient desire. She had taken his life- then gave it back to him, and paid the price for it. Her brother Lance had taken her away. Mick had seen her kneel to accept the stake in her heart through a haze of blood, and although he could no longer smell the fear on her, he had seen the terror in her eyes. She did it to save him, and for that alone he owed it to her to find her.
So far, his research had rendered nothing. Mick worried for her. He had grilled Josef about the vamps in the old world, their rules and laws- but all Josef had been willing to share was that their idea of justice equalled his own, which wasn't exactly promising for Coraline.
Now, one week later, on the anniversary of their wedding day, he found his thoughts straying to her again, old memories mixing with newer ones. Their first kiss, in the pool at the party. Their chaste kiss at the altar, and the not-so-chaste kisses in the elevator up to their hotel room after the wedding. The last kiss they had shared before she turned him. All those times they fought and made up over the three decades they had been married. Those fatal last moments before he staked her, when passion and the smell of blood overwhelmed their senses and they ceased their fighting to taste it on each other's lips, fangs biting and scratching.
The tentative kiss in the hotel when she had returned as Morgan, as they listened to the lovemaking of his client's wife and he didn't know if she was really Coraline or not. And then, in his shower, as he realised he had known it was her since he first laid eyes on her again. He had been afraid to admit it to himself, because he was afraid of what it would mean. Afraid that it was all an illusion, that she was not back and human again, that there was not suddenly a chance to hope to regain his mortality- and also, he had been afraid of his love for her. As he held her in the shower, he knew he had been fooling himself, trying to be rational- his instincts had been right. This was Coraline, and she was human, and rationality be damned, he still loved her so very much.
And then Beth, his very own, gentle Beth, whom he had protected all of her life, and had watched grow up, his Beth who was forgiving and kind and loving- she had staked Coraline through the chest, almost killing her, and at that moment, he hadn't even noticed that he had pushed her away too strongly, nearly throwing her to the other side of the room just to get her off his ex-wife. Now that Coraline was back, he wondered briefly, was she even his ex-? Was their marriage annulled by her absence?
Mick looked down on his chest and reached for his necklace. He fingered the small pendant; an ornate fleur-de-lys cross. He had it made after saving Beth, melting down his wedding ring. He hadn't worn his ring since the seventies, but even after he thought Coraline was dead, he couldn't make himself throw it away. It was a sentimental gesture, and he had never told Josef about it- he knew his friend wouldn't approve. Though after finding out about Sarah, he wondered if his friend might have the emotional capacity to appreciate the gesture after all. He traced his thumb over the small flower before letting it fall back into his shirt. He had to find her.
