Sweet Beginnings
Title: Sweet Beginnings
Fandom(s): Veronica Mars
Canon/fanon: Fanon
Prompt: Sweet
Character/Pairing: Angelina "Angel" Sweet with some LoVe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1130
Summary: Angel Sweet, Logan Echolls' cousin, is new to Neptune and there is a new mystery for Veronica to solve. Not really at any particular point in the series. Maybe between Seasons 2 & 3?
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars or any characters from said show. I do own Angelina Sweet.
It had been a long hot day, sitting beside the pool in her tiny Calvin Klein bikini. It had been so difficult to feel like turning over on her back when the timer went off around noon. All in all it had been a hard day for Angel Sweet. She had just arrived in Neptune this morning and it was so unfamiliar to her. Not to mention she was so beautiful that it was almost impossible to go anywhere but her own backyard without some boy (or even girl!) hitting on her.
Sighing long-sufferingly, she sat up and turned her faultlessly toned, tanned slender body until her gorgeous, smooth legs cascaded over the edge of the lawn chair. Flipping her long, waist-length blonde hair out of her face and adjusting her perfect Jackie-O sunglasses above her pert, adorable little nose and scanning the empty green lawn with brilliant blue eyes, she pulled herself gracefully into a standing position.
And bumped straight into Logan Echolls' bare chest.
"Oh my," she giggled and tilted her head to look up at him. "I didn't see you there."
"Obviously," was all he said before putting both hands on her forearms and moving her out of his way.
Stomping her pretty little foot, Angel pouted and turned around after Logan. "Cousin," she almost whined, "why do you hate me?"
Rolling his eyes heavenward, Logan said sweetly, "Angel, you are the epitome of flawlessness. A good boy has to stay away." Without a look back toward her, he dove seamlessly into the clear blue water of the pool.
Still pouting, Angel wrapped the big fluffy white towel around her tiny waste as tightly as she could in as close to an imitation of angry prude behavior she could muster. She stalked angrily from the deck into the house as the front doorbell rang. Glancing out the window beside the door, Angel could see Veronica Mars' ugly little car in the driveway and inwardly groaned.
Angel yanked the door open with an exasperated, "What do you want?"
Veronica laughed lightly and gazed amusedly at Angel for a beat before saying, "I'm here to see Logan. Mind moving out of my way, cousin dear?"
Angel plucked the Jackie-Os from her eyes and allowed her gaze to drop condescendingly down over Veronica who was wearing a typically conservative outfit. When her eyes reached Veronica's face she noticed a sudden change in the other girl. Veronica was biting her lower lip and looking away, seemingly almost out of breath.
"What is your problem?" Angel demanded.
"Your eyes. They…" Gulping and then throwing back her shoulders with resolve, Veronica shook her head as if coming out of a daydream. She laughed again and said, "Ok, excuse me. I need to talk to Logan."
"Whatever," Angel said and stepped aside.
As Veronica passed the amazingly beautiful blonde, her elbow brushed the girl's arm. A small snakelike shiver spread from her spine outward, causing goosebumps to appear all over her skin. Veronica gasped and frowned slightly, glancing at the retreating girl. Her mind wandered to a region it had never been before in all her years of thinking about the weird and impossible.
Suddenly Veronica was encircled by strong, arms and treated to a soaking wet full body hug. She jumped and hit Logan on the shoulder. "You ass. You scared me. And now I'm all wet!"
"That's how I like you," he grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "What in the world were you thinking about? You were off in another universe."
Turning bright red, Veronica shook her head and rested her cheek safely out of sight against his arm. "Nothing. Nothing whatsoever."
It took Veronica ten minutes and a few knee-buckling kisses to remember why it was she'd come over in the first place to talk to Logan. By that time Angel had returned from changing out of her bikini and had settled on the couch in the living room with an ice mask on her face, complaining the sun had given her a headache.
Veronica pulled Logan aside into the dining room and said, "There was a murder last night at the beach. No one knows who she is and of course Lamb thinks she was just some suicidal runaway. They found an ID bracelet on her wrist that said Elsivia Monsk but no one has reported an Elsivia Monsk missing."
Logan listened patiently with a bemused smile. He was sort of humoring her because there was always some new mystery in Neptune for her to tackle. When she talked about the latest mystery her entire face shone with the light of the sun and made her absolutely exquisite to him. He was reminded of why he loved her each time she shared her excitement for these things with him. The only thing he didn't relish was the inevitable danger she would be in if this turned out to be a real murder.
"What can I do to help?" he asked when she'd finished. He ran his fingers gently through her hair and she smiled almost distractedly at him.
"Nothing at the moment. I just wanted you to know that I'm going to be a little out of touch for a couple days. I was up late last night scouring the internet for clues and I've decided that Elsivia Monsk must be a phony name. It's going to take all my resources to find out who this girl was."
From the next room Angel cleared her throat loudly. Both Logan and Veronica glanced in the direction of the doorway then back at each other with mirrored expressions of amusement and furrowed brows.
"So anyway, I'm going to the county social security office to see if anyone anywhere has ever registered a social security number for the name Elsivia Monsk."
"That won't get you anywhere, Veronica," called Angel sweetly amidst the sound of her ice mask crinkling.
"Excuse me?" Veronica retorted. "I've been doing this for awhile and I always -"
"No, really, it won't work because there is no Elsivia Monsk. It's an anagram for 'Makes Violins.'"
Angel was standing in the doorway of the living room now, leaning on her slender hip so that her body arched modelesque and tan against the white wall. Her pale blonde hair was spilling over one pretty shoulder and curling gently around one flawlessly round breast.
Logan only glanced at her bare midriff as the light of the sun sparkled through an ornate tiffany lamp, catching the tiny blue jewel on her bellybutton. He blinked and turned his head away from the glare to Veronica's face, noticing the puzzled expression upon it.
As Veronica seemed speechless, Angel shrugged prettily and said, "Well, it is. And you're right about it being murder."
Fandom(s): Veronica Mars
Canon/fanon: Fanon
Prompt: Sweet
Character/Pairing: Angelina "Angel" Sweet with some LoVe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1130
Summary: Angel Sweet, Logan Echolls' cousin, is new to Neptune and there is a new mystery for Veronica to solve. Not really at any particular point in the series. Maybe between Seasons 2 & 3?
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars or any characters from said show. I do own Angelina Sweet.
It had been a long hot day, sitting beside the pool in her tiny Calvin Klein bikini. It had been so difficult to feel like turning over on her back when the timer went off around noon. All in all it had been a hard day for Angel Sweet. She had just arrived in Neptune this morning and it was so unfamiliar to her. Not to mention she was so beautiful that it was almost impossible to go anywhere but her own backyard without some boy (or even girl!) hitting on her.
Sighing long-sufferingly, she sat up and turned her faultlessly toned, tanned slender body until her gorgeous, smooth legs cascaded over the edge of the lawn chair. Flipping her long, waist-length blonde hair out of her face and adjusting her perfect Jackie-O sunglasses above her pert, adorable little nose and scanning the empty green lawn with brilliant blue eyes, she pulled herself gracefully into a standing position.
And bumped straight into Logan Echolls' bare chest.
"Oh my," she giggled and tilted her head to look up at him. "I didn't see you there."
"Obviously," was all he said before putting both hands on her forearms and moving her out of his way.
Stomping her pretty little foot, Angel pouted and turned around after Logan. "Cousin," she almost whined, "why do you hate me?"
Rolling his eyes heavenward, Logan said sweetly, "Angel, you are the epitome of flawlessness. A good boy has to stay away." Without a look back toward her, he dove seamlessly into the clear blue water of the pool.
Still pouting, Angel wrapped the big fluffy white towel around her tiny waste as tightly as she could in as close to an imitation of angry prude behavior she could muster. She stalked angrily from the deck into the house as the front doorbell rang. Glancing out the window beside the door, Angel could see Veronica Mars' ugly little car in the driveway and inwardly groaned.
Angel yanked the door open with an exasperated, "What do you want?"
Veronica laughed lightly and gazed amusedly at Angel for a beat before saying, "I'm here to see Logan. Mind moving out of my way, cousin dear?"
Angel plucked the Jackie-Os from her eyes and allowed her gaze to drop condescendingly down over Veronica who was wearing a typically conservative outfit. When her eyes reached Veronica's face she noticed a sudden change in the other girl. Veronica was biting her lower lip and looking away, seemingly almost out of breath.
"What is your problem?" Angel demanded.
"Your eyes. They…" Gulping and then throwing back her shoulders with resolve, Veronica shook her head as if coming out of a daydream. She laughed again and said, "Ok, excuse me. I need to talk to Logan."
"Whatever," Angel said and stepped aside.
As Veronica passed the amazingly beautiful blonde, her elbow brushed the girl's arm. A small snakelike shiver spread from her spine outward, causing goosebumps to appear all over her skin. Veronica gasped and frowned slightly, glancing at the retreating girl. Her mind wandered to a region it had never been before in all her years of thinking about the weird and impossible.
Suddenly Veronica was encircled by strong, arms and treated to a soaking wet full body hug. She jumped and hit Logan on the shoulder. "You ass. You scared me. And now I'm all wet!"
"That's how I like you," he grinned and kissed the tip of her nose. "What in the world were you thinking about? You were off in another universe."
Turning bright red, Veronica shook her head and rested her cheek safely out of sight against his arm. "Nothing. Nothing whatsoever."
It took Veronica ten minutes and a few knee-buckling kisses to remember why it was she'd come over in the first place to talk to Logan. By that time Angel had returned from changing out of her bikini and had settled on the couch in the living room with an ice mask on her face, complaining the sun had given her a headache.
Veronica pulled Logan aside into the dining room and said, "There was a murder last night at the beach. No one knows who she is and of course Lamb thinks she was just some suicidal runaway. They found an ID bracelet on her wrist that said Elsivia Monsk but no one has reported an Elsivia Monsk missing."
Logan listened patiently with a bemused smile. He was sort of humoring her because there was always some new mystery in Neptune for her to tackle. When she talked about the latest mystery her entire face shone with the light of the sun and made her absolutely exquisite to him. He was reminded of why he loved her each time she shared her excitement for these things with him. The only thing he didn't relish was the inevitable danger she would be in if this turned out to be a real murder.
"What can I do to help?" he asked when she'd finished. He ran his fingers gently through her hair and she smiled almost distractedly at him.
"Nothing at the moment. I just wanted you to know that I'm going to be a little out of touch for a couple days. I was up late last night scouring the internet for clues and I've decided that Elsivia Monsk must be a phony name. It's going to take all my resources to find out who this girl was."
From the next room Angel cleared her throat loudly. Both Logan and Veronica glanced in the direction of the doorway then back at each other with mirrored expressions of amusement and furrowed brows.
"So anyway, I'm going to the county social security office to see if anyone anywhere has ever registered a social security number for the name Elsivia Monsk."
"That won't get you anywhere, Veronica," called Angel sweetly amidst the sound of her ice mask crinkling.
"Excuse me?" Veronica retorted. "I've been doing this for awhile and I always -"
"No, really, it won't work because there is no Elsivia Monsk. It's an anagram for 'Makes Violins.'"
Angel was standing in the doorway of the living room now, leaning on her slender hip so that her body arched modelesque and tan against the white wall. Her pale blonde hair was spilling over one pretty shoulder and curling gently around one flawlessly round breast.
Logan only glanced at her bare midriff as the light of the sun sparkled through an ornate tiffany lamp, catching the tiny blue jewel on her bellybutton. He blinked and turned his head away from the glare to Veronica's face, noticing the puzzled expression upon it.
As Veronica seemed speechless, Angel shrugged prettily and said, "Well, it is. And you're right about it being murder."