FIC: "Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust" (Veronica/Sam Winchester) PG-13
Title: "Faith, Trust, and Pixie Dust"
Author: angel_grace
Rating: PG-13, for language and sexuality
Pairing: Veronica Mars/Sam Winchester
Word Count: 2532
Spoilers: Through S3 of Veronica Mars and S2 of Supernatural.
Summary: Pushy friends, even pushier brothers, and some questionable costuming choices lead to a meet-cute between Veronica and Sam.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, but they're both so pretty. How can I not play?
Veronica held up the dress on the hanger and wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Please tell me you're kidding," she said to Parker.
She shrugged. "You agreed to go to the party, and then said you didn't have a costume. What was I supposed to do?"
"Let me retain my dignity and go as a tired college student?"
"Don't be ridiculous. It's Halloween, Veronica. It's supposed to be fun! How is it fun to be dressed in jeans and a t-shirt when you're surrounded by pirates and witches and superheroes?"
"You know, I don't have to go to the party..."
Parker adopted a stern expression, took her by the shoulders, and pushed her none too gently in the direction of the bathroom. "You're going, and you're wearing that costume. You'll look incredible, trust me!"
Veronica stared at her reflection in disbelief. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the most pornographic pixie of them all?" she murmured. She didn't know what Parker had been thinking. Tinkerbell? Seriously? Okay, so was short, and blonde, and, yeah, the costume was actually pretty sexy. If you defined sexy as "barely covering her ass and thrusting her breasts up for the convenient ogling of all available frat boys."
Unfortunately, when it came to ensuring that her friends had "fun," Parker was a force of nature. There was no way that she was going to let Veronica wiggle her way out of this way. Not that she had much room to wiggle.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, Parker squealed and clapped her hands together. Veronica hadn't realized that people did that outside of teenage makeover movies. "Oh, you look adorable!"
"Adorable? I look like a Neverland hooker."
"That's just silly. There's nothing wrong with showing a little skin, particularly on Halloween. Now come here, I need to fix your hair."
It didn't take long for Parker to arrange Veronica's hair in a reasonable approximation of Tinkerbell's bun, and then she disappeared into the bathroom to don her own costume. When she emerged, Veronica felt slightly better. She wasn't sure if Parker was channeling Barbara Eden or Christina Aguilera, but her genie outfit certainly didn't leave much to the imagination.
"I guess now I don't have to worry about all the guys staring at me," she told Parker with a grin.
She laughed. "Trust me, I think we'll both be getting plenty of attention. Are you ready to go?"
"As I'll ever be."
Across town, in a room at the Camelot Motel, Sam stared incredulously at his brother. "It's Halloween. The biggest hunting night of the year, and you want to go to a party?"
Dean rolled his eyes as he put the finishing touches on his Jack Sparrow costume. "Yes, Sammy, a party. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I enjoyed Halloween? There are always demons to fight. But you know what? This is probably going to be my last Halloween, so excuse me if I'd like to have a little fun."
"Don't talk like that," Sam said in a low, quiet voice filled with a mixture of fear and anger. "You'll have plenty more Halloweens."
Dean shrugged, itching carefully at the fake beard. "Maybe, maybe not. Even if I don't lose my soul, our line of work isn't exactly known for promoting long life." He turned to face his brother. "Besides, we'll probably be making a couple hundred college kids a little safer just by being there tonight. It's not like I'm suggesting we go unarmed."
"Fine, we'll go. But promise me that if there's any sign of demon activity, you'll leave the blonde college girl to deal with it."
"What makes you think she'll be blonde?"
"Dean..."
"Fine, fine. Now go put on your costume. I want to get there before all the beer is gone."
Ten minutes later, Sam stomped out of the motel bathroom. "This is the best you could come up with?" he demanded to know.
"Sammy, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a costume for a 6' 4" guy on Halloween night? It was either that or the giant bunny suit, and you, my friend, are no Harvey."
"At least then I wouldn't have to wear tights," he grumbled.
"Aw, buck up, bro. Girls love Peter Pan."
"You are so going to pay for this."
The party was being held a few blocks off campus, in a house that was sufficiently run-down to provide a spooky Halloween feel. Their hosts had expended some effort to decorate, stringing up strands of orange lights and hanging a cardboard skeleton on the front door. Once they stepped inside, though, Veronica and Parker were engulfed in what could only be described as a typical Hearst party. There was a crush of bodies, nearly all of them clutching plastic cups full of cheap beer. The only difference was that, instead of tight shirts and low-rise jeans, everyone was in costume.
Parker threaded her way expertly through the crowd, while Veronica followed as best she could. "Thriller" came on the stereo system, and several people in the crowd yelled their approval. They finally reached the keg, and Parker handed Veronica a cup of beer. "Happy Halloween!" she shouted.
Before taking a sip, Veronica quickly tested the drink for drugs. Even though Moe and Mercer had been convicted over the summer, it didn't hurt to play it safe. When the test came back negative, she took a long drink, telling herself that she was going to have fun that night.
Across the room, Sam looked out over the crowd. God, he felt ridiculous in his outfit. Not to mention old. Even though Dean had helpfully pointed out that none of the girls here were jailbait, in his eyes, half of them didn't look like they were old enough to be in college. And most of them were already too drunk to carry on a conversation, although several had tried, since according to them, his ass looked cute in tights.
He was so going to kill Dean. Sadly, it wasn't possible at the moment, as he had disappeared into a dark corner with a redhead dressed like Wonder Woman.
His cup was empty, but he wasn't really in a hurry to get more shitty beer. He remembered with startling clarity why he hadn't really liked college parties even when he was in college. With a sigh, he leaned against the wall and started to count the number of girls dressed at Britney Spears.
"You have to mingle, Veronica," Parker told her vehemently. "You're not going to have any fun if you just stand there. There are tons of cute guys here--go find one!"
"They're all drunk."
Parker sighed and flipped her genie ponytail to the other side. "It's Halloween. We're in college. You really need to loosen up a little." She stood on her tiptoes and scanned the room. "Okay, some guy over there is dressed as Peter Pan. Why don't you go talk to him?"
"Isn't a grown man wearing a Peter Pan costume kind of creepy?"
"Says the girl dressed as Tinkerbell?"
"Hey, you picked it out."
"Just talk to him for five minutes, okay? For me?"
"Fine. But don't be surprised if I have to taser him."
"You brought your taser?"
"I always bring my taser."
Sam watched in amusement as a girl dressed in a Tinkerbell costume approached him. He had to admit, she had the pixie look down, since he didn't think the top of her head would even come up to his shoulders. The outfit was decidedly skimpy, but the way she carried herself made it seem less...blatant than some of the other girls in the room, and he found himself smiling at her.
Maybe this party wasn't such a bad idea after all, Veronica thought as she drew closer to Peter Pan. Tall and lean, with dark hair that was just a little too long, the guy definitely made the tights work for him. She felt a spike of heat when he smiled at her, revealing a pair of dimples that a girl could drown in. He also, she noted with approval, wasn't clinging to a beer like his life depended on it.
"My friend thinks it's fate," she said without preamble when she reached him.
"The costumes, you mean?"
She nodded. "It was her idea that I wear this, of course."
He looked her over carefully--Dean would be proud of him. "It wasn't a bad idea," he told her.
She flushed slightly beneath his admiring gaze. "So what's your excuse?"
"My brother picked it out. Claimed there wasn't anything else left, but somehow he didn't end up in tights."
"His loss," she told him with a smirk. "I'm Veronica, by the way."
"Sam," he replied. "You a student here?"
"Yeah, criminology. You?"
He shook his head. "I was at Stanford for a while, but I had to leave a few years ago to deal with some...family issues."
"Your brother?" she guessed.
"Among other things."
"So what brings you to Neptune? It's not exactly a vacation destination."
"Business. My brother and I...I guess you could say we're detectives. Of a sort."
One eyebrow arched toward her hairline. "Really? I'm a licensed P.I. What case are you working?"
He swallowed hard, since, as Dean liked to point out, there were far too many times when he couldn't lie for shit. Particularly to a pretty girl. "It's, um, confidential."
She still looked skeptical, but didn't press the issue. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know. I have a lot of contacts in this town."
"Thanks, but I'm pretty sure we've got it covered. You know, if you don't mind my saying, you seem a little young for a P.I."
She shrugged. "I'm only twenty, but it was my dad's business, and I started helping him with cases when I was still in high school."
Only twenty. Four years really wasn't that big of an age difference, but with everything he'd seen and done, it could have been a lifetime. Not that their ages mattered, he reminded himself, since he and Dean would probably be leaving Neptune in a few days, and he'd never see Veronica again. He glanced down, and noticed that the cup she was holding was empty. "Hey, do you want another drink?"
She made a face. "No, thanks. The beer kind of sucks."
He chuckled. "Yeah, it does. Actually, with one notable exception, this whole party kind of sucks."
She smiled up at him. "No argument here. I really didn't want to come, but...I'm glad I did."
"Yeah, me too. Hey, do you want to get out of here?"
She hesitated. Sam seemed like a nice enough guy, but she'd known him less than ten minutes, and it wasn't like she had the best track record for staying out of trouble.
He could practically see the wheels turning in her head, and realized that she was probably afraid to be alone with him. Smart girl, given everything that was out there. "We can just go outside," he offered, trying to put her at ease. "I thought it might be nice to have a conversation without shouting."
"Sure, that sounds okay."
There were a few people scattered in the back yard, standing around talking and drinking their beer, but overall it was much quieter than it had been inside. Veronica took a deep breath of the cool night air, and Sam tried very hard not to stare at her chest. He didn't exactly succeed.
Trying to keep his mind out of the gutter, he asked, "So what does a criminology major who moonlights as a private investigator plan to do once she's done with school?"
"I'm not sure, really. Something to do with law enforcement, obviously. I guess you could say it's in my blood. I had an internship with the FBI this past summer, which was pretty interesting. I'm not sure if that's how I'd want to spend the rest of my life, but it's a possibility. What about you? Do you have any plans to go back to school?"
"I hope so, someday. But for now..."
"Family issues, right?"
"Yeah. It's just not a good idea for me and my brother to go our separate ways right now."
"So where is your brother, anyway? I assume he came to the party with you."
"He's making out with Wonder Woman somewhere. Or at least he was. He might have moved on to Catwoman by now."
She laughed. "Sounds like your brother is quite the ladies man."
"He certainly thinks so."
She tipped her head back to really look at him. "And what about you? I'm sure plenty of the girls in there would have been happy to fly off to Neverland with you."
He stepped closer to her, so that they were only a few inches apart. "But doesn't Peter Pan need pixie dust to fly?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Actually, he's the only one who doesn't."
He chuckled softly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "That ruins my line, you know."
"Oh, was that a line?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"Not a very good one, apparently," he said with a sheepish smile.
She tried to study his face, but the moonlight wasn't very illuminating. "Been a while since you did this?"
"Yeah--I don't meet too many nice girls in my line of work."
She leaned in, so that their bodies were just barely touching. "I'm dressed like a slutty fairy. What makes you think I'm a nice girl?"
This was a bad idea. A stupid idea, even if she wasn't a werewolf or something. God, he really hoped she wasn't a werewolf. Still, getting involved was dangerous. Potentially fatal. And did he mention stupid?
Stupid had never felt quite so good as bending down to kiss her. The combination of cheap beer and strawberry lip gloss was a little weird, but he stopped thinking about flavors as soon as she wrapped her arms around his neck and teased his mouth with her tongue.
If Peter Pan kissed like this, Wendy never would have left Neverland, Veronica thought to herself, and then couldn't hold back a giggle.
Sam pulled back slightly. "Okay, that wasn't exactly the response I was expecting."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you," she reassured him. "It's just that these costumes are so ridiculous, it's made me a little goofy." She brought her hands up to rest against his chest. Mmm. If his pecs were anything to go by, she'd bet there was a washboard stomach under that green felt. "I was just thinking that Wendy was missing out."
He chuckled. "I guess I can forgive you, then."
She pressed a kiss to the hollow at his throat, which was as far up as she could reach. "I think I might be ready to get out of here now."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. "Did you have anywhere in particular in mind?"
"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning?" she replied with a wicked grin.
"Sounds perfect."
Author: angel_grace
Rating: PG-13, for language and sexuality
Pairing: Veronica Mars/Sam Winchester
Word Count: 2532
Spoilers: Through S3 of Veronica Mars and S2 of Supernatural.
Summary: Pushy friends, even pushier brothers, and some questionable costuming choices lead to a meet-cute between Veronica and Sam.
Disclaimer: They're not mine, but they're both so pretty. How can I not play?
Veronica held up the dress on the hanger and wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Please tell me you're kidding," she said to Parker.
She shrugged. "You agreed to go to the party, and then said you didn't have a costume. What was I supposed to do?"
"Let me retain my dignity and go as a tired college student?"
"Don't be ridiculous. It's Halloween, Veronica. It's supposed to be fun! How is it fun to be dressed in jeans and a t-shirt when you're surrounded by pirates and witches and superheroes?"
"You know, I don't have to go to the party..."
Parker adopted a stern expression, took her by the shoulders, and pushed her none too gently in the direction of the bathroom. "You're going, and you're wearing that costume. You'll look incredible, trust me!"
Veronica stared at her reflection in disbelief. "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who's the most pornographic pixie of them all?" she murmured. She didn't know what Parker had been thinking. Tinkerbell? Seriously? Okay, so was short, and blonde, and, yeah, the costume was actually pretty sexy. If you defined sexy as "barely covering her ass and thrusting her breasts up for the convenient ogling of all available frat boys."
Unfortunately, when it came to ensuring that her friends had "fun," Parker was a force of nature. There was no way that she was going to let Veronica wiggle her way out of this way. Not that she had much room to wiggle.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, Parker squealed and clapped her hands together. Veronica hadn't realized that people did that outside of teenage makeover movies. "Oh, you look adorable!"
"Adorable? I look like a Neverland hooker."
"That's just silly. There's nothing wrong with showing a little skin, particularly on Halloween. Now come here, I need to fix your hair."
It didn't take long for Parker to arrange Veronica's hair in a reasonable approximation of Tinkerbell's bun, and then she disappeared into the bathroom to don her own costume. When she emerged, Veronica felt slightly better. She wasn't sure if Parker was channeling Barbara Eden or Christina Aguilera, but her genie outfit certainly didn't leave much to the imagination.
"I guess now I don't have to worry about all the guys staring at me," she told Parker with a grin.
She laughed. "Trust me, I think we'll both be getting plenty of attention. Are you ready to go?"
"As I'll ever be."
Across town, in a room at the Camelot Motel, Sam stared incredulously at his brother. "It's Halloween. The biggest hunting night of the year, and you want to go to a party?"
Dean rolled his eyes as he put the finishing touches on his Jack Sparrow costume. "Yes, Sammy, a party. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I enjoyed Halloween? There are always demons to fight. But you know what? This is probably going to be my last Halloween, so excuse me if I'd like to have a little fun."
"Don't talk like that," Sam said in a low, quiet voice filled with a mixture of fear and anger. "You'll have plenty more Halloweens."
Dean shrugged, itching carefully at the fake beard. "Maybe, maybe not. Even if I don't lose my soul, our line of work isn't exactly known for promoting long life." He turned to face his brother. "Besides, we'll probably be making a couple hundred college kids a little safer just by being there tonight. It's not like I'm suggesting we go unarmed."
"Fine, we'll go. But promise me that if there's any sign of demon activity, you'll leave the blonde college girl to deal with it."
"What makes you think she'll be blonde?"
"Dean..."
"Fine, fine. Now go put on your costume. I want to get there before all the beer is gone."
Ten minutes later, Sam stomped out of the motel bathroom. "This is the best you could come up with?" he demanded to know.
"Sammy, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a costume for a 6' 4" guy on Halloween night? It was either that or the giant bunny suit, and you, my friend, are no Harvey."
"At least then I wouldn't have to wear tights," he grumbled.
"Aw, buck up, bro. Girls love Peter Pan."
"You are so going to pay for this."
The party was being held a few blocks off campus, in a house that was sufficiently run-down to provide a spooky Halloween feel. Their hosts had expended some effort to decorate, stringing up strands of orange lights and hanging a cardboard skeleton on the front door. Once they stepped inside, though, Veronica and Parker were engulfed in what could only be described as a typical Hearst party. There was a crush of bodies, nearly all of them clutching plastic cups full of cheap beer. The only difference was that, instead of tight shirts and low-rise jeans, everyone was in costume.
Parker threaded her way expertly through the crowd, while Veronica followed as best she could. "Thriller" came on the stereo system, and several people in the crowd yelled their approval. They finally reached the keg, and Parker handed Veronica a cup of beer. "Happy Halloween!" she shouted.
Before taking a sip, Veronica quickly tested the drink for drugs. Even though Moe and Mercer had been convicted over the summer, it didn't hurt to play it safe. When the test came back negative, she took a long drink, telling herself that she was going to have fun that night.
Across the room, Sam looked out over the crowd. God, he felt ridiculous in his outfit. Not to mention old. Even though Dean had helpfully pointed out that none of the girls here were jailbait, in his eyes, half of them didn't look like they were old enough to be in college. And most of them were already too drunk to carry on a conversation, although several had tried, since according to them, his ass looked cute in tights.
He was so going to kill Dean. Sadly, it wasn't possible at the moment, as he had disappeared into a dark corner with a redhead dressed like Wonder Woman.
His cup was empty, but he wasn't really in a hurry to get more shitty beer. He remembered with startling clarity why he hadn't really liked college parties even when he was in college. With a sigh, he leaned against the wall and started to count the number of girls dressed at Britney Spears.
"You have to mingle, Veronica," Parker told her vehemently. "You're not going to have any fun if you just stand there. There are tons of cute guys here--go find one!"
"They're all drunk."
Parker sighed and flipped her genie ponytail to the other side. "It's Halloween. We're in college. You really need to loosen up a little." She stood on her tiptoes and scanned the room. "Okay, some guy over there is dressed as Peter Pan. Why don't you go talk to him?"
"Isn't a grown man wearing a Peter Pan costume kind of creepy?"
"Says the girl dressed as Tinkerbell?"
"Hey, you picked it out."
"Just talk to him for five minutes, okay? For me?"
"Fine. But don't be surprised if I have to taser him."
"You brought your taser?"
"I always bring my taser."
Sam watched in amusement as a girl dressed in a Tinkerbell costume approached him. He had to admit, she had the pixie look down, since he didn't think the top of her head would even come up to his shoulders. The outfit was decidedly skimpy, but the way she carried herself made it seem less...blatant than some of the other girls in the room, and he found himself smiling at her.
Maybe this party wasn't such a bad idea after all, Veronica thought as she drew closer to Peter Pan. Tall and lean, with dark hair that was just a little too long, the guy definitely made the tights work for him. She felt a spike of heat when he smiled at her, revealing a pair of dimples that a girl could drown in. He also, she noted with approval, wasn't clinging to a beer like his life depended on it.
"My friend thinks it's fate," she said without preamble when she reached him.
"The costumes, you mean?"
She nodded. "It was her idea that I wear this, of course."
He looked her over carefully--Dean would be proud of him. "It wasn't a bad idea," he told her.
She flushed slightly beneath his admiring gaze. "So what's your excuse?"
"My brother picked it out. Claimed there wasn't anything else left, but somehow he didn't end up in tights."
"His loss," she told him with a smirk. "I'm Veronica, by the way."
"Sam," he replied. "You a student here?"
"Yeah, criminology. You?"
He shook his head. "I was at Stanford for a while, but I had to leave a few years ago to deal with some...family issues."
"Your brother?" she guessed.
"Among other things."
"So what brings you to Neptune? It's not exactly a vacation destination."
"Business. My brother and I...I guess you could say we're detectives. Of a sort."
One eyebrow arched toward her hairline. "Really? I'm a licensed P.I. What case are you working?"
He swallowed hard, since, as Dean liked to point out, there were far too many times when he couldn't lie for shit. Particularly to a pretty girl. "It's, um, confidential."
She still looked skeptical, but didn't press the issue. "Well, if you change your mind, let me know. I have a lot of contacts in this town."
"Thanks, but I'm pretty sure we've got it covered. You know, if you don't mind my saying, you seem a little young for a P.I."
She shrugged. "I'm only twenty, but it was my dad's business, and I started helping him with cases when I was still in high school."
Only twenty. Four years really wasn't that big of an age difference, but with everything he'd seen and done, it could have been a lifetime. Not that their ages mattered, he reminded himself, since he and Dean would probably be leaving Neptune in a few days, and he'd never see Veronica again. He glanced down, and noticed that the cup she was holding was empty. "Hey, do you want another drink?"
She made a face. "No, thanks. The beer kind of sucks."
He chuckled. "Yeah, it does. Actually, with one notable exception, this whole party kind of sucks."
She smiled up at him. "No argument here. I really didn't want to come, but...I'm glad I did."
"Yeah, me too. Hey, do you want to get out of here?"
She hesitated. Sam seemed like a nice enough guy, but she'd known him less than ten minutes, and it wasn't like she had the best track record for staying out of trouble.
He could practically see the wheels turning in her head, and realized that she was probably afraid to be alone with him. Smart girl, given everything that was out there. "We can just go outside," he offered, trying to put her at ease. "I thought it might be nice to have a conversation without shouting."
"Sure, that sounds okay."
There were a few people scattered in the back yard, standing around talking and drinking their beer, but overall it was much quieter than it had been inside. Veronica took a deep breath of the cool night air, and Sam tried very hard not to stare at her chest. He didn't exactly succeed.
Trying to keep his mind out of the gutter, he asked, "So what does a criminology major who moonlights as a private investigator plan to do once she's done with school?"
"I'm not sure, really. Something to do with law enforcement, obviously. I guess you could say it's in my blood. I had an internship with the FBI this past summer, which was pretty interesting. I'm not sure if that's how I'd want to spend the rest of my life, but it's a possibility. What about you? Do you have any plans to go back to school?"
"I hope so, someday. But for now..."
"Family issues, right?"
"Yeah. It's just not a good idea for me and my brother to go our separate ways right now."
"So where is your brother, anyway? I assume he came to the party with you."
"He's making out with Wonder Woman somewhere. Or at least he was. He might have moved on to Catwoman by now."
She laughed. "Sounds like your brother is quite the ladies man."
"He certainly thinks so."
She tipped her head back to really look at him. "And what about you? I'm sure plenty of the girls in there would have been happy to fly off to Neverland with you."
He stepped closer to her, so that they were only a few inches apart. "But doesn't Peter Pan need pixie dust to fly?"
She smiled and shook her head. "Actually, he's the only one who doesn't."
He chuckled softly and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. "That ruins my line, you know."
"Oh, was that a line?" she asked, feigning innocence.
"Not a very good one, apparently," he said with a sheepish smile.
She tried to study his face, but the moonlight wasn't very illuminating. "Been a while since you did this?"
"Yeah--I don't meet too many nice girls in my line of work."
She leaned in, so that their bodies were just barely touching. "I'm dressed like a slutty fairy. What makes you think I'm a nice girl?"
This was a bad idea. A stupid idea, even if she wasn't a werewolf or something. God, he really hoped she wasn't a werewolf. Still, getting involved was dangerous. Potentially fatal. And did he mention stupid?
Stupid had never felt quite so good as bending down to kiss her. The combination of cheap beer and strawberry lip gloss was a little weird, but he stopped thinking about flavors as soon as she wrapped her arms around his neck and teased his mouth with her tongue.
If Peter Pan kissed like this, Wendy never would have left Neverland, Veronica thought to herself, and then couldn't hold back a giggle.
Sam pulled back slightly. "Okay, that wasn't exactly the response I was expecting."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't laughing at you," she reassured him. "It's just that these costumes are so ridiculous, it's made me a little goofy." She brought her hands up to rest against his chest. Mmm. If his pecs were anything to go by, she'd bet there was a washboard stomach under that green felt. "I was just thinking that Wendy was missing out."
He chuckled. "I guess I can forgive you, then."
She pressed a kiss to the hollow at his throat, which was as far up as she could reach. "I think I might be ready to get out of here now."
He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. "Did you have anywhere in particular in mind?"
"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning?" she replied with a wicked grin.
"Sounds perfect."