A/N: anyone else heartbroken that we won't be getting new 'moonlight' for awhile? Absolutely tragic. So here's a little something to tide you over in Beth's POV…R&R!

Disclaimer: I still own nothing. But if I owned Mick St. John, let me tell you…

I sit in the small wooden chair staring down at the ring on my left hand. I didn't want to look at the priest who was talking, or at the coffin as they lowered it into the grave. Josh was gone…really gone. And he had wanted to marry me. If he had proposed, what would my answer have been?

You know, piped up a small voice in my head, You couldn't have done it. Not with Mick in your life. Not with something like that hanging over your relationship. And Josh never even knew…

I shook myself. Whether or not Josh knew that I once kissed Mick St. John was irrelevant. I loved Josh. My feelings for Mick were, well, I hadn't quite found a word for them yet. But maybe the voice was right, maybe I couldn't have married Josh feeling so confused. But the problem is that I'm still confused, now more than ever.

Glancing up, I notice that Mick is watching me in that quiet way of his. I wish I knew what he was thinking when he looks at me that way. I can't read his eyes…is it sympathy, concern, pain, or – and I almost wish it were – want. Thoughts like that are the very reason I could not have spent the rest of my life with Josh.

When the funeral is over, I say my goodbyes and am left alone at Josh's grave. I just need moment to compose myself. I feel like I should say something, something to Josh.

"I loved you," I whisper, as I blink back more tears, "I do love you. And I didn't deserve you. And I'm so sorry, so sorry for everything that happened. I hope you can forgive me," I kiss my hand and place it on his headstone, "Good bye sweetheart."

As I walk back to my car, I notice Mick coming toward me.

"What happened to your face?" I ask taking in the cuts and bruises that I didn't really notice during the service, "Wait a minute…"

Suddenly it dawns on me. Vampires can't really get hurt. Well, they can, but they heal instantly. Mick's face looks like something out of an action movie after the main character gets tossed around by the bad guys. It couldn't be that way unless –

"Are you human?" I ask. The question sticks in my throat in a strange way, and I'm half afraid, half hoping for the answer.

"For now," he replies.

A small smile creeps onto his face, and I can't help but smile too. This, humanity, was the one thing Mick wanted so badly. And now he has it – for how long we don't know.

"So the cure really isn't permanent?"

"Not this one anyway, but it's already more than I hoped for. I woke up this morning and I ate breakfast. Real breakfast – eggs, bacon, toast, I had coffee for the first time in decades. And coming here this morning…I could feel the sun without it making me sick. I could be outside. I forgot Beth, I forgot how really wonderful it is."

His smile falters for a moment, "I'm sorry," he adds, "I'm going on and on about this and you've just been through so much," he shakes his head, That was insensitive."

"No," I say quickly, "No, Mick. Don't feel bad about being excited to be human again. Excited to be alive – that's a good thing you know?" I sigh and glance back toward Josh's grave, "The beauty of life is something a lot of people overlook. You don't realize it until it's gone."

"Beth, if there's anything I can do, I – "

"Thanks, but…I think I'll be okay. It won't be easy, but I'll be okay."

Mick nods and gives me another smile, one of encouragement. I know how badly he needed to hear those words, how badly he needed things to be okay not just with me, but with us.

"I think I just need to be alone for a little while."

"Of course," he replies, "I understand."

"But I am happy for you," I add, "And I'm glad you came today."

I decide not to mention that one of the reasons is because I feel so safe every time he's near me. Having him here just gave me a sense of comfort – something that I desperately needed.

"Take care of yourself," he says as I open my car door,, "And Beth, if you need to talk, or if you need someone to be there or anything, my door is always open to you."

"Okay," I give him a smile, "Thanks Mick."

He nods and shuts the door for me, giving a small wave as I drive away.

My friendship with Mick St. John has definitely complicated things in my life - but at the same time, today of all days I feel incredibly lucky to know him. And he's human again. I don't want to - or maybe just can't - wrap my mind around what that could mean. But even if it's only just for now, I know he deserves this. A chance at life, a real life, however brief, is something Mick truly deserves.

A/N: hope you enjoyed it, the next chapter will be up soon i promise. please review!