Fic: Twist of Fate 9/? (Veronica/Weevil) (rated nc-17 overall)
TITLE: Twist of Fate 9/?
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
PAIRING: Weevil/Veronica
RATING: en.sea.xvii (NC-17) overall
WORD COUNT: 1937
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just having a little fun. I'll put the characters back when I'm finished, I promise.
SPOILERS: AU; although general seasons 1 and 2 knowledge applies.
NOTES: I had a thought while I was watching old episodes and making caps: what if Veronica had been on the bus? So, much of this is going to be AU. I apologise in advance ;)
Veronica stabbed her cafeteria-surprise, which was supposed to be beef stroganoff, and tried to psych herself up to eating it.
"Veronica?"
She looked at Wallace and smiled, even though smiling was the last thing she felt like doing---after trying the school's lunch menu for the day.
She had spoken to Sheriff Lamb after she woke up... and she couldn't give him any details about the crash. So, it had been ruled suicide. But, with the information Veronica now possessed, she didn't believe it was suicide. The bus driver would not have put explosives on the bus if he was going to drive over the cliff.
Ever since she had the dream about the bus crash, she spent her days and evenings thinking about the explosion, thinking about the possible reasons for wanting those students---including herself---dead. The thought that someone wanted her dead made her stomach clench, made her sad and angry, made her want to find the truth.
"You gonna eat it? Or just stab it---because I think it's already dead."
She chuckled, the sound tighter in her chest than it should have been, and then she set her plastic fork down.
"I don't think it was ever alive," Eli said from behind Veronica.
Her eyes lit up as she turned and looked at him. "Hey, you," she murmured.
"You two mind if I---"
"Sit," Wallace said, interjecting. "There's plenty of room."
"Thanks, man," Eli responded, before sitting down next to Veronica. She leaned in and kissed his shoulder, before deciding to open her milk and at least drink that.
He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. "You should eat something."
She smiled. "What a butch mother hen you are," she teased.
Eli snorted. He didn't say anything else, though. As she forced herself to eat, he gently brushed his fingers over her back.
"So," Wallace said, after clearing his throat, "What mystery are we solving this week?"
Veronica grinned. "What? You miss all the sneaking around, the scheming?"
"Last year, you had me bugging offices and wearing disguises!" Wallace pointed out with a grin. "This year has been boring."
"Well, I apologise," she murmured. "I didn't know my coma would ruin your social life."
"Doesn't your woman like it when you're not buggin' offices and wearin' disguises?" Eli asked.
Wallace smiled and shrugged. "Yeah, well, I'm sure she'd prefer it if I could take her out to nicer places, too," he pointed out, "And sometimes, the double-oh-seven lifestyle put a little extra green in my wallet."
Veronica smiled. "And the experiences make you more worldly?"
"You bet," he grinned. "Hey, she fell for me because I used my worldly experiences to find out who hit her car, remember?"
Veronica chuckled and nodded. "I remember you saying something about that," she admitted. She turned her head and looked at Eli. "And you... do you miss doing favours for me?"
He slid his hand down to hold onto her hand; he threaded his fingers through hers under the table. She smiled. He smiled back.
"I do miss the head-tilt and the little 'hey' you used to give me when you'd ask for a favour," he answered, smirking at her.
She blushed. "I didn't do it all the time," she protested.
"You definitely did, V," he insisted.
Veronica looked at Wallace. "Is this true?"
"I never got the head-tilt," Wallace replied, looking disappointed as he unwrapped his sandwich. "I think I missed out."
"Mmm... it was very... adorable."
Veronica nudged Eli and laughed quietly. "Shuddup," she muttered. "I'm not adorable."
"Whatever you say, V."
"So... anyway," Wallace said, pointedly, to interrupt them from getting anymore affectionate in front of him. Veronica chuckled and looked at her friend. "Any jobs coming up?"
Veronica shrugged. There were a couple of jobs her father had offered her---simple surveillance gigs that she could do on her own.
"If you wanna sit shot gun while I photograph cheating husbands... sure," Veronica told him with a smile. "The only other thing I'm thinking about is the explosion."
Eli sighed. "You're sure it was an explosion?"
She nodded. "Yeah... I heard it, Eli. I know what I heard---"
Wallace spoke up. "You were dreaming, Veronica."
"I know, but... no. It wasn't just a dream," she insisted, feeling her face heat up as he pulse quickened.
Eli brought their linked hands up; he kissed her knuckles. "V, okay... okay. What can we do to help?"
"Just like that?"
Wallace shrugged and nodded. "Sure," he said casually, after sharing a look with Eli. "I mean... what else am I gonna do after school?"
"Where's Jackie?" Veronica asked.
"She's spending the day with her father," Wallace said quietly. "He's in the hospital---"
"Oh," Veronica said quietly. She remembered her father saying something about Terrance Cook getting shot, but she had been reading about explosives, so she hadn't really been paying attention. "How is he?"
Wallace shrugged. "Dunno yet. She said she'd call later and let me know."
"I hope he's okay," Veronica murmured, reaching over the table to squeeze Wallace's arm.
"I'm sure he will be," Wallace said in response. He smiled. "So, what're we doing then to solve the mystery of the crash?"
Veronica smiled. "Well... how would you feel about getting---"
"Their files?"
Veronica grinned. "How predictable of me, I know."
"Yeah, but I didn't sign up for office aid this year, remember?"
Veronica's grin faded immediately. "And when you made those key copies for me... you didn't keep a set for yourself?"
He grinned. "Oh, you know I did," he said, before chuckling.
"Good man," she praised. "I've trained you well, I see."
"You're like the Yale of spy-training," Wallace pointed out.
Veronica blushed and dropped her forehead to Eli's shoulder. "He did not just say that," she mumbled.
Eli chuckled and kissed the top of Veronica's head. "He did," he murmured.
"So, look," Wallace spoke up, "I'll go get the files... meet you at your place after?"
"Sounds good," Veronica said with a smile and a nod. She watched Wallace gather his things up. "Where're you off to, Fennel?"
"Gonna go hang out with the team, and let you two... do your own thing," he said pointedly.
Veronica looked embarrassed---until Wallace walked away. Then she grinned at Eli. "We don't have a thing, do we?"
"We definitely don't," he assured her, although she sensed a lot of sarcasm in his voice.
"Although," she said quietly, while pushing her tray to the centre of the table and then slowly slipping into his lap, "if the other students see you holding my hand all the time, they're gonna think you're some sort of teddy bear."
"What do you suggest, V?" he asked. She looked into his eyes and smiled when she saw his eyes darken.
"Nothing we can get expelled for, of course..."
"'Course."
"Nothing a teddy bear does, either," she purred.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling into Veronica. "I eventually have to stand up, chica," he said quietly, his voice rougher than before.
"That's too bad," she purred.
She moved to get out of his lap, but he held her down. She squeaked---until his mouth covered hers and smothered the sound. He kissed her the way she craved to be kissed, thoroughly, until neither of them could breathe.
"Oh..." she whispered once he released her. "That... well, teddy bears don't make me feel like that."
"Good," he whispered back.
She smiled and tweaked his chin. "I better get going. I have to find Mac before English class."
"Be careful."
She tilted her head and studied him. "I know about the knife Mac keeps at her waist, I'll be ready for her," she teased, letting her lips hover over his. "Lightening Mars, that's what the street fighters call me."
"I meant with this crash business, V," he pointed out. "If it was intentional... murder... the person who did it is still out there. And if you get too close---"
"You'll have my back," she interrupted.
"I always got your back," he promised.
She smiled and kissed him once, briefly, before sliding out of his lap and getting to her feet. She put the strap of her bag over her shoulder and then grabbed her tray.
"Call me later, V."
She nodded.
&&&&
"All righty, citizens," Mrs. Murphy said to Veronica's English class. "The big moment has finally arrived."
Veronica rested her head on her hand, listening even though she didn't want to. She worked hard on the essay---because, really, she thought blowing something up would be therapeutic---but she didn't really expect to win.
She glanced behind her and saw that Logan wasn't even pretending to pay attention; she smiled as she saw his face hidden behind a magazine.
Somethings never change, she mused silently.
"The essay contest committee couldn't decide between the two best essays, so Neptune High will be sending two students to the mayor's office as his honourary deputies," Mrs. Murphy continued, "and as a grand finale, these lucky patriots will push the plunger for the demolition of the old Shark Field on Saturday. The grand prize winners of the Woody Goodman's freedom essay contest are... Logan Echolls and Veronica Mars!"
Veronica's head almost dropped off of her hand. She smiled and looked over at Logan.
He lowered his magazine, looking rather coy, before he smirked at Veronica.
"I'm sorry," he said to the class, "did someone say my name?"
Mrs. Murphy cleared her throat. "For those interested, the winning essays will be on the board all week," she announced as she moved to pin the essays on the corkboard on the wall.
The bell rang and most people started to gather their things and leave. A few people didn't leave right away: Veronica, who went to the board to flip through Logan's essay to see how good it was, in comparison to hers; four girls; and Logan, who was surrounded by the four girls.
"Congratulations, Logan!"
He smiled. "Thank you. Oh, thanks... yeah, it, uh, yeah... it took some work."
"I think it's awesome," another girl said.
"Thank you."
They all waved at him and smiled, while walking past him and out the door. "Bye," they called out.
"Bye bye," Logan chirped happily.
Veronica turned and walked to him.
"'Freedom,'" Veronica recited, "'that's what it's all about. But talking about it, and being it, that's two different things.'"
Logan smirked. "Whew. You came up all deliberate-like, I figured you wanted to be the first in line to ask me to the Sadie Hawkins dance, not recite my prize-winning essay."
"Neither, actually," she shot back, "I'm quoting 'Easy Rider,' which you may remember making me watch last summer."
"That's funny," Logan mused, "it sounds a lot like my essay."
"Yeah. Weird."
"Mmm. So no Sadie Hawkins dance?" he asked.
Veronica snorted. "I think my boyfriend might have a problem with that," she pointed out.
"Boyfriend? You can date a guy like that?" he inquired, still smirking at her. "Don't you know his only serious courtship is with crime? You'll always be taking a back seat to petty crime and assault, *V*."
"Is this what I have to look forward to at the Mayor's office?" Veronica asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Oh, so you won't be too busy giving Weevil his conjugal visits next week?"
Veronica sighed and shook her head, retraining herself from saying or doing something she'd regret later. She consoled herself by reminding herself that she would be spending the next week with Logan, and that he was bound to say or do something even more insensitive in that timeframe.
TBC...
AUTHOR: 38gnihsurc
PAIRING: Weevil/Veronica
RATING: en.sea.xvii (NC-17) overall
WORD COUNT: 1937
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anyone. I'm just having a little fun. I'll put the characters back when I'm finished, I promise.
SPOILERS: AU; although general seasons 1 and 2 knowledge applies.
NOTES: I had a thought while I was watching old episodes and making caps: what if Veronica had been on the bus? So, much of this is going to be AU. I apologise in advance ;)
Veronica stabbed her cafeteria-surprise, which was supposed to be beef stroganoff, and tried to psych herself up to eating it.
"Veronica?"
She looked at Wallace and smiled, even though smiling was the last thing she felt like doing---after trying the school's lunch menu for the day.
She had spoken to Sheriff Lamb after she woke up... and she couldn't give him any details about the crash. So, it had been ruled suicide. But, with the information Veronica now possessed, she didn't believe it was suicide. The bus driver would not have put explosives on the bus if he was going to drive over the cliff.
Ever since she had the dream about the bus crash, she spent her days and evenings thinking about the explosion, thinking about the possible reasons for wanting those students---including herself---dead. The thought that someone wanted her dead made her stomach clench, made her sad and angry, made her want to find the truth.
"You gonna eat it? Or just stab it---because I think it's already dead."
She chuckled, the sound tighter in her chest than it should have been, and then she set her plastic fork down.
"I don't think it was ever alive," Eli said from behind Veronica.
Her eyes lit up as she turned and looked at him. "Hey, you," she murmured.
"You two mind if I---"
"Sit," Wallace said, interjecting. "There's plenty of room."
"Thanks, man," Eli responded, before sitting down next to Veronica. She leaned in and kissed his shoulder, before deciding to open her milk and at least drink that.
He reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear. "You should eat something."
She smiled. "What a butch mother hen you are," she teased.
Eli snorted. He didn't say anything else, though. As she forced herself to eat, he gently brushed his fingers over her back.
"So," Wallace said, after clearing his throat, "What mystery are we solving this week?"
Veronica grinned. "What? You miss all the sneaking around, the scheming?"
"Last year, you had me bugging offices and wearing disguises!" Wallace pointed out with a grin. "This year has been boring."
"Well, I apologise," she murmured. "I didn't know my coma would ruin your social life."
"Doesn't your woman like it when you're not buggin' offices and wearin' disguises?" Eli asked.
Wallace smiled and shrugged. "Yeah, well, I'm sure she'd prefer it if I could take her out to nicer places, too," he pointed out, "And sometimes, the double-oh-seven lifestyle put a little extra green in my wallet."
Veronica smiled. "And the experiences make you more worldly?"
"You bet," he grinned. "Hey, she fell for me because I used my worldly experiences to find out who hit her car, remember?"
Veronica chuckled and nodded. "I remember you saying something about that," she admitted. She turned her head and looked at Eli. "And you... do you miss doing favours for me?"
He slid his hand down to hold onto her hand; he threaded his fingers through hers under the table. She smiled. He smiled back.
"I do miss the head-tilt and the little 'hey' you used to give me when you'd ask for a favour," he answered, smirking at her.
She blushed. "I didn't do it all the time," she protested.
"You definitely did, V," he insisted.
Veronica looked at Wallace. "Is this true?"
"I never got the head-tilt," Wallace replied, looking disappointed as he unwrapped his sandwich. "I think I missed out."
"Mmm... it was very... adorable."
Veronica nudged Eli and laughed quietly. "Shuddup," she muttered. "I'm not adorable."
"Whatever you say, V."
"So... anyway," Wallace said, pointedly, to interrupt them from getting anymore affectionate in front of him. Veronica chuckled and looked at her friend. "Any jobs coming up?"
Veronica shrugged. There were a couple of jobs her father had offered her---simple surveillance gigs that she could do on her own.
"If you wanna sit shot gun while I photograph cheating husbands... sure," Veronica told him with a smile. "The only other thing I'm thinking about is the explosion."
Eli sighed. "You're sure it was an explosion?"
She nodded. "Yeah... I heard it, Eli. I know what I heard---"
Wallace spoke up. "You were dreaming, Veronica."
"I know, but... no. It wasn't just a dream," she insisted, feeling her face heat up as he pulse quickened.
Eli brought their linked hands up; he kissed her knuckles. "V, okay... okay. What can we do to help?"
"Just like that?"
Wallace shrugged and nodded. "Sure," he said casually, after sharing a look with Eli. "I mean... what else am I gonna do after school?"
"Where's Jackie?" Veronica asked.
"She's spending the day with her father," Wallace said quietly. "He's in the hospital---"
"Oh," Veronica said quietly. She remembered her father saying something about Terrance Cook getting shot, but she had been reading about explosives, so she hadn't really been paying attention. "How is he?"
Wallace shrugged. "Dunno yet. She said she'd call later and let me know."
"I hope he's okay," Veronica murmured, reaching over the table to squeeze Wallace's arm.
"I'm sure he will be," Wallace said in response. He smiled. "So, what're we doing then to solve the mystery of the crash?"
Veronica smiled. "Well... how would you feel about getting---"
"Their files?"
Veronica grinned. "How predictable of me, I know."
"Yeah, but I didn't sign up for office aid this year, remember?"
Veronica's grin faded immediately. "And when you made those key copies for me... you didn't keep a set for yourself?"
He grinned. "Oh, you know I did," he said, before chuckling.
"Good man," she praised. "I've trained you well, I see."
"You're like the Yale of spy-training," Wallace pointed out.
Veronica blushed and dropped her forehead to Eli's shoulder. "He did not just say that," she mumbled.
Eli chuckled and kissed the top of Veronica's head. "He did," he murmured.
"So, look," Wallace spoke up, "I'll go get the files... meet you at your place after?"
"Sounds good," Veronica said with a smile and a nod. She watched Wallace gather his things up. "Where're you off to, Fennel?"
"Gonna go hang out with the team, and let you two... do your own thing," he said pointedly.
Veronica looked embarrassed---until Wallace walked away. Then she grinned at Eli. "We don't have a thing, do we?"
"We definitely don't," he assured her, although she sensed a lot of sarcasm in his voice.
"Although," she said quietly, while pushing her tray to the centre of the table and then slowly slipping into his lap, "if the other students see you holding my hand all the time, they're gonna think you're some sort of teddy bear."
"What do you suggest, V?" he asked. She looked into his eyes and smiled when she saw his eyes darken.
"Nothing we can get expelled for, of course..."
"'Course."
"Nothing a teddy bear does, either," she purred.
He chuckled, the sound rumbling into Veronica. "I eventually have to stand up, chica," he said quietly, his voice rougher than before.
"That's too bad," she purred.
She moved to get out of his lap, but he held her down. She squeaked---until his mouth covered hers and smothered the sound. He kissed her the way she craved to be kissed, thoroughly, until neither of them could breathe.
"Oh..." she whispered once he released her. "That... well, teddy bears don't make me feel like that."
"Good," he whispered back.
She smiled and tweaked his chin. "I better get going. I have to find Mac before English class."
"Be careful."
She tilted her head and studied him. "I know about the knife Mac keeps at her waist, I'll be ready for her," she teased, letting her lips hover over his. "Lightening Mars, that's what the street fighters call me."
"I meant with this crash business, V," he pointed out. "If it was intentional... murder... the person who did it is still out there. And if you get too close---"
"You'll have my back," she interrupted.
"I always got your back," he promised.
She smiled and kissed him once, briefly, before sliding out of his lap and getting to her feet. She put the strap of her bag over her shoulder and then grabbed her tray.
"Call me later, V."
She nodded.
&&&&
"All righty, citizens," Mrs. Murphy said to Veronica's English class. "The big moment has finally arrived."
Veronica rested her head on her hand, listening even though she didn't want to. She worked hard on the essay---because, really, she thought blowing something up would be therapeutic---but she didn't really expect to win.
She glanced behind her and saw that Logan wasn't even pretending to pay attention; she smiled as she saw his face hidden behind a magazine.
Somethings never change, she mused silently.
"The essay contest committee couldn't decide between the two best essays, so Neptune High will be sending two students to the mayor's office as his honourary deputies," Mrs. Murphy continued, "and as a grand finale, these lucky patriots will push the plunger for the demolition of the old Shark Field on Saturday. The grand prize winners of the Woody Goodman's freedom essay contest are... Logan Echolls and Veronica Mars!"
Veronica's head almost dropped off of her hand. She smiled and looked over at Logan.
He lowered his magazine, looking rather coy, before he smirked at Veronica.
"I'm sorry," he said to the class, "did someone say my name?"
Mrs. Murphy cleared her throat. "For those interested, the winning essays will be on the board all week," she announced as she moved to pin the essays on the corkboard on the wall.
The bell rang and most people started to gather their things and leave. A few people didn't leave right away: Veronica, who went to the board to flip through Logan's essay to see how good it was, in comparison to hers; four girls; and Logan, who was surrounded by the four girls.
"Congratulations, Logan!"
He smiled. "Thank you. Oh, thanks... yeah, it, uh, yeah... it took some work."
"I think it's awesome," another girl said.
"Thank you."
They all waved at him and smiled, while walking past him and out the door. "Bye," they called out.
"Bye bye," Logan chirped happily.
Veronica turned and walked to him.
"'Freedom,'" Veronica recited, "'that's what it's all about. But talking about it, and being it, that's two different things.'"
Logan smirked. "Whew. You came up all deliberate-like, I figured you wanted to be the first in line to ask me to the Sadie Hawkins dance, not recite my prize-winning essay."
"Neither, actually," she shot back, "I'm quoting 'Easy Rider,' which you may remember making me watch last summer."
"That's funny," Logan mused, "it sounds a lot like my essay."
"Yeah. Weird."
"Mmm. So no Sadie Hawkins dance?" he asked.
Veronica snorted. "I think my boyfriend might have a problem with that," she pointed out.
"Boyfriend? You can date a guy like that?" he inquired, still smirking at her. "Don't you know his only serious courtship is with crime? You'll always be taking a back seat to petty crime and assault, *V*."
"Is this what I have to look forward to at the Mayor's office?" Veronica asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Oh, so you won't be too busy giving Weevil his conjugal visits next week?"
Veronica sighed and shook her head, retraining herself from saying or doing something she'd regret later. She consoled herself by reminding herself that she would be spending the next week with Logan, and that he was bound to say or do something even more insensitive in that timeframe.
TBC...