It was Veronica's twenty-third birthday. She had no idea where the time had gone but not only was she a college graduate who would be going through FBI training in a matter of months, she had also been married for nearly a year. The funny thing was that she hardly felt like a real adult ( Read more... )

Spending three days alone and away from everyone had helped Veronica wrap her head around everything that happened this past weekend. She was nowhere near in the realm of okay with it, but she was at least beginning to accept that it wasn't her fault ( Read more... )

After the worst wake up possible, Veronica had managed to avoid running in to Dick, grabbed her purse and headed for the highway.

She drove for a few hours and finally stopped at a dodgy looking motel outside of San Diego.

Everything that happened this weekend was her fault. She should have told her friends everything about that fucked up Fandom ( Read more... )

The first thing Veronica noticed when she woke up was that the person in bed with her was warm and had a pulse. And most definitely did not smell like Bel ( Read more... )

So Veronica had been back in LA for over a week. And in that week, she had mostly been avoiding her friends and housemates because being with all of them again had triggered the memories of that other Fandom and what the version of her there had done to them and with them ( Read more... )

To: Veronica friends-list, Dick friends-list, FH Faculty
From: Veronica Mars
CC: Dick Casablancas
Subject: Happy News!
Attachment: wedding6.jpg

We got married on Friday!

It was a spur of the moment decision, but one that makes us both happy.

Love,
V & Dick

To: Hyperion folks ( Read more... )

The first thing Veronica became aware of when she woke up on Saturday was a pounding headache. The kind of headache that made it hurt to even open your eyes. But she did manage to crack her eyes open and look at her left hand. Yep. There was a gold band on her fourth finger. She immediately closed her eyes again, hoping maybe it would go away ( Read more... )

Veronica and Dick met at the Portalocity gate in the Las Vegas Airport. Dick, being Dick, had arranged a limo to take them to the Bellagio. Veronica decided to take advantage of this by starting to drink in the limo. Never mind that it was only eleven in the morning local time ( Read more... )

Veronica barely bothered to pack anything for her trip to Dick's this weekend. Somehow she knew that she wasn't going to need much in the way of clothing.

Currently she was stretched out in his bed. He was taking a shower. She was contemplating joining him, though that would defeat the purpose of the break they were supposed to be taking.

[for ( Read more... )

Veronica was in her office and... rather antsy. Yesterday at the gym where she had actually ogled Tyler Durden of all people was unsettling.

But there was something in the air. Or the water. Who knew. All she knew was that she had an itch that needed scratched.

By the end of the day, she was making a phone call.