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Mick St. John is a delicate flower (delicatemick) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2013-03-31 19:57:00

Who: Beth Turner and Mick St. John
What: Meeting to discuss all that Mick has to look forward to in his future.
When: Backdated slightly to after their communications on the boards, late afternoon.
Where: Mick’s apartment
Warnings: None, really, but if any reasons for warnings pop up I’ll edit this right quick.



Coffee. That was his only task for the day. He didn’t even have a shift at the MedBay until much later. The coffee wasn’t even for him, but to have ready for Beth when she came to his apartment. He’d stopped at a coffee and donuts place near the complex. It was no Starbucks, but Mick was pinching pennies at the moment. He had seen people coming and going to and from this particular place, so he knew the coffee couldn’t have been all that bad. It did matter to him. When Beth showed up at his door he didn’t want to produce a cup of disgusting brown sludge. This meeting had to begin on a good note.

It wasn’t the fact that Beth had showed up that left Mick feeling slightly uneasy and nervous, but rather the fact that she had come from a later time than he had and therefore knew all sorts of things that Mick did not. He wasn’t paranoid or anything, he just liked to know what was going on in a situation before diving into it headfirst. Sometimes he could be a bit of a control freak, only wanting to pursue a case his way under his circumstances. Lacking knowledge always made him a little wary about everything. Still, this was his chance to learn a little more about his future. He’d listen to whatever Beth was comfortable telling him.

That was not to say that this was a cut and dry attempt to pry knowledge from Beth. There was much more to the meeting than that. He wanted to finally meet adult Beth Turner whom he had rescued so many years ago from Coraline, the woman who had turned him into a vampire.

He’d kept tabs on her. Mick had tried to do it in a way that wasn’t borderline stalking. He thought of it as his responsibility to make sure she was safe. Weren’t there certain cultures that believed you were responsible for lives you saved? If that was true, Mick was responsible for a good many more lives than just Beth’s, but for some reason she was the only one he watched closely. He’d seen her grow into a lovely young woman and start to develop her career in investigative journalism. She was different, but still the same in so many ways. The same cornsilk blonde hair, the same blue eyes, and the same spirit.

He realized that he’d gotten caught up in his thoughts as the man behind the counter eyed him and asked if he was alright. Mick simply nodded, a half-smile forced onto his face, and he took the foam cup of coffee, making his way back to the complex. He took the elevator up to his floor and walked into his apartment with the intent of picking up before Beth arrived, but realized that decorations and personal belongings were pretty sparse. He hadn’t really made much of an effort to make the place homey. He hoped it wasn’t too off-putting a scenario for talk over coffee.