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After Josef closed the door, Mick turned to Beth, whose face held a solemn gaze. She hesitated for a brief moment before deciding to sit back down on the couch. Mick wondered why she wanted to stay, when she was clearly tired. He did not ask, secretly wanting her to stay. He took a seat in the armchair Josef previously occupied, across from Beth. They glanced down at their hands before directing their eyes to each other. Mick took in a deep breath and began. "So, that's why Josef is always gloomy during this time of the year. I thought it was some sort of anniversary of his turning, but he usually embraces his immortality."

Beth's eyes closed and she put her hand on her mouth, too distressed and shocked of Josef's behavior. "I've never seen him so upset." She whispered and lifted her head up to face him. "I thought seeing Sarah was bad, but this, Mick? Is he going to be okay?" she asked desperately.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I've never seen him like this either. I feel horrible because I cannot do anything to make it better. Josef is like a brother to me. Sarah changed everything for him." Mick stopped abruptly as realization dawned on him. I was a different person before Beth. Had I not saved her, I would still be with Coraline…Ugh; Mick felt a shiver run up his spine at the thought of the name and the woman who tormented him so. Thank goodness she was gone. But was he really happy that she was taken by Lance? Part of him wanted to find her and another part screamed in his mind to leave her alone. He did after all try to kill her 23 years ago. Didn't he want her dead anyway?

Beth noticed him shiver and reminded herself that Mick was indeed human. How much longer do we—I mean Mick—have left? I really need to do something about this before I regret it. She exhaled a large breath, and used her hand to push the hair out of her eyes. She felt goose bumps form on her arms and realized the temperature in Mick's apartment was rather cold. She rubbed her arms for a moment, before Mick noticed.

"Hey, are you cold?" she nodded and Mick stood up, heading to the stairs. "Sorry, I forgot to turn off the air conditioning. I'm still not used to this whole human thing." He called from upstairs.

Despite the previous discussion, Beth found herself smiling. Though she was still exhausted, her heart skipped two beats nervously, just to know that they had temporarily broke the biggest barrier between them. He was human, which meant no more hating his existence and no more pushing her away. The only wall left between them was the smallest, but the hardest one of them all: revealing her feelings for him. I really want to confess everything to him, but I have to be careful. If I tell him, will he distance himself from me? Her thoughts faded to the back of her mind when she noticed an energetic Mick hurrying down the stairs. He held in his arms a burgundy, woven yarn blanket that she remembered all too well. When he walked over to her, Beth reached her arms out to grab the blanket, but ever-the-gentlemen, Mick wrapped it around her and patted her shoulder. She couldn't help but grin at the simple, but caring gesture. This is why I love being with him. He's so considerate of others. "Thank you." He smiled, then, turned to walk back to his armchair, but Beth tugged on his sleeve and he turned to face her.

What is she doing? Doesn't she know that it is hard enough to keep myself at bay right now? Of course I want to sit by her, but should I? Mick noted the adorably cute and sexy smile that 

stretched across her smooth, plump pink lips. Oh how he remembered the softness of those lips just a few months before… What are you thinking St. John? Calm down, if you want anything with Beth, you have to take it slow. Mick regained himself and decided to sit by her. They were rather close to each other, but not officially touching. He relaxed a bit and wondered if she could hear the rather loud fast beating of his heart. He was still getting used to its irregular rhythm. It drummed anytime she was near. He knew that her heart would do the same when she saw him, but he wondered if it was as fast as his was right now.

She turned her head swiftly to move the hair out of her face and looked at him. She wanted to do it now—to tell him, but she didn't know if she could. Instead, she held the blanket to her nose and inhaled the scent. It had been recently washed, but was indeed old. It smelled like Mick, but slightly different. She couldn't describe the scent. Was it because he is human now? She met his gaze for a moment and decided to ask. "Mick, where did you get this blanket? I remember it from that night with the B.C…" She stopped her words as the memory flooded into both of their heads, causing them to blush.

"Well actually, my mother made that for me when I was younger. It was during the 1930's and money was tight during the depression. That was the only thing I got for Christmas that year." He paused as a grin formed on his face. "I remember being so upset that I didn't get that pocket knife all the other boys had. I think I even threw a tantrum." He smiled and glanced at her now laughing face.

"Mick, I forgot how old you are. I wish I could see a picture of you when you were little. I bet you were cute." She said in a teasing voice. "You've already seen me when I was young. I think it's only fair."

Mick smiled to himself. He still had a hard time accepting the fact that she was fine with him keeping track of her as a child. I would have thought she would hate me, but she seems fine. "Well, I don't have many pictures when I was younger, but I do have one. But, you cannot tell Josef about it or you'll be sorry." Mick looked serious for a moment, and Beth wondered what the big deal was. "Okay, fine. But you have to show me."

Mick got up from the couch, and walked to his bookcase. He pulled out a small navy photo album and took it back to the couch. He sat back down and Beth leaned on his shoulder to see. He opened it up and the first picture was of him in a red Hawaiian shirt with a guitar.

"Hey I remember this one." Beth exclaimed and she pointed to the photo. Mick blushed slightly.

"Yeah, I was in a small band in the 50's. I played the guitar and sang." Beth smiled up at him.

"Can you still play?" This thought had reminded her of Josef's favor.

"Yes, I haven't picked one up though in like a decade, but it's like a bike; you never forget how." He turned the page and the next photo was him in an Army outfit, with slicked-back hair.

"Ooh, look at Military Mick. I'm loving the hair. But why so serious?" Beth laughed for a moment, but paused to yawn.

"Well, my friend Ray went missing a week before this picture was taken. He was my childhood friend and we lived on the same street." Mick frowned slightly as he remembered the man who saved his life many times. He also remembered the guilt he felt for betraying him, but was not about to tell Beth.

She was quiet a moment, and slowly approached his hand. She took his warm hand in hers and squeezed it meaningfully, keeping it in her possession. He abruptly looked to her face which revealed her understanding and heavy lids which caused him to give a weak half smile before turning the next page. The photo shown was of a 3-year-old Mick sitting on a toilet. Mick was completely embarrassed and tried to turn the page quickly, but Beth's hand stopped him, holding the page's place. "Hey, that's the one, huh? You promised!"

Mick was not willing to let Beth see that one, even though he had seen several pictures of her that were similar. "Beth, please no!" But he was too late. Beth held the photo in her hands and busted out in laughter. "Mick, you were so cute!" She turned the photo around and noticed the date. "1925, "Mickey's first potty" She looked up from the picture and saw the redness in his face darken. He placed his hand over his face to hide from his embarrassment. He just hoped to God no one else would ever see that picture again.

He held out his hand toward the photo in Beth's procession. "Okay, you had your fun. Can I have it back now?" Mick pleaded. Beth held her smile, but returned the photo to the album. Upon placing the picture, she noticed another photo on the page. It appeared to be a young Mick, maybe 7-years-old, sitting with a smaller brunette child about 2 years younger. The girl had long curly hair and large green eyes with features similar to Mick's. Beth touched the photo with her finger, wondering who the child could be. He never really did talk about his childhood or family often.

Mick noticed the photo as well. He hesitated and prepared himself for a flood of questions from Beth. He looked up from the album to meet her gaze. "Mick, who is this girl?" She was unsure if he wanted to talk about the girl, but her curiosity would not die down. He inhaled a large breath once more before answering. "That was my sister Catherine. She was 5-years-old in this photo." Mick leaned forward and bit his lip after replying. Just thinking about her makes me hate myself even more.

Beth wanted to ask more, but noticed the sadness in his face; memories of his family, racing through his mind. Without thinking, the blond placed her hand on his arm in a comforting way. Her eyebrows pushed together while their eyes met. The moment seemed to last an eternity. Both lost in their thoughts, thinking about one another and the feelings of their very living, beating hearts. Mick felt this was the perfect moment to do it—to kiss her. Okay St. John, this is it. I have to do this now or I'll never will. He slowly leaned in and to her surprise, she found herself wanting this more than anything in the world. Her eyelids closed in anticipation of the joining of their lips and Mick heard his heart banging hard inside his chest.

"Ain't that just like a woman? Ain't that just like a woman…" The loud ringing from Mick's phone startled them, causing Beth to gasp and Mick to jump slightly from the vibration of the cell phone in his pocket. His face turned bright red as his ringtone rang loudly. The ring tone reminded him now of Coraline. He was going to have to change it. Beth laughed nervously after the intense moment, moving in her seat to lie back on the couch. Immensely irritated, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and answered it.

"Hello, Mick St. John" He looked back at Beth apologetically.

"Mick, we got a problem." Josef's voice sounded angered and serious.

"What happened?" he replied in disbelief while Beth leaned close to him to hear.

"The world fucking ended! I'll be over there in 20 minutes." Before Mick could say anything, Josef hung up. Mick looked up at Beth in frustration.

"What did he mean?" she asked.

"I have no idea."

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