Three Blonde Ghosts: The Present 3/3 [Ensemble] PG
Title: Three Blonde Ghosts: The Present [3/3]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,366 (12, 632 total)
Characters/Pairings: Mac, Veronica, Logan, Dick, Wallace, Piz, Parker, Keith, Max, Bronson some OCs (pretty much the whole cast as of end of season 3)
Spoilers: All episodes (from 1.01: Pilot to 3.20: The Bitch Is Back) This is post Season 3 so it's all spoiled.
Disclaimer: I own neither Veronica Mars or A Christmas Carol, they belong to Rob Thomas and whoever owns Dickens these days.
A/N: I wrote this for vmfic_gameon Round 4 for both challenges 3 and 4. I used 22 of the 25 words : cliquish, navel, confiscate, believe, mourning, bought, preconceive, gravitate, twister, butcher, guideline, infinite, debut, cynical, sunset, devotee, unconventional, venture, session, gone, sallow, and insecure. I'm a little shocked I couldn't get the other three in there. Also, this is the first time I've sat down and written anything in a while. I've been out of town for a while and my laptop is kind of out of order (the bottom row of letters and the space bar aren't working) so it's been hard. But I'm going to start trying to work on The Return soon.
A/N: It's split in 3 parts because the original was too long and if it was split any other way it would just read awkwardly
Part 1 Part 2
Mac knocked on the door a third time. She knew he probably had a hard night and it always took him an extra minute or two to wake up anyway. She bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited, oddly excited to be here, holding a present for him at ten in the morning. She’d been awake at seven, but she’d given him a few extra hours of sleep since she knew just how cranky he could be when woken too early.
There was a shuffling behind the door, a creak as he leaned forward to look through the peep-hole and then the sound of locks sliding out of place. The door swung open and he stood there, shock evident on his face for a moment before his eyes narrowed.
“What are you doing here?” Dick’s voice was accusing, but she could hear something else underneath. Something that sounded a lot like he was kind of happy to see her.
“It’s Christmas. I brought you a present and breakfast.” She reached down to hold up the grocery bags she’s set on the floor. “You can’t say no.”
“Why not?” Dick asked, taking a step back to let her into the apartment.
“Because it’s a gift and I’m offering to cook you breakfast. I never cook, refusing to accept it would just be unforgivable.” She paused as she waited for him to shut the door. “And no way to start a relationship.”
“What if I’m not hun- Wait. A relationship?” Dick spun around to stare at her, his eyes wide and mouth hung open.
“Yes, you don’t think that I’d waste the one time a year I cook on just anybody would you?” Mac replied, walking swiftly to his kitchen, wishing that this part was already over. She planned it all out as she’d collected the food she’d needed from her parents kitchen. She wouldn’t really give him a choice in the matter, just tell him that they were dating and hope he’d accept it.
“I’ve died of alcohol poisoning and now I’m hallucinating.” Dick followed her into the kitchen. “I don’t remember getting drunk last night, but I could still be drunk right? And dreaming?”
“I’m confused are you dead or hallucinating? Drunk or dreaming?” She started to unload the contents of her bags on the kitchen counter. “Do you have pans? Because I brought stuff for pancakes.”
“Yeah, under the stove, Ronnie helped me get what I need. And I don’t know which, but I’m pretty sure that when I was alive or sober or whatever we weren’t dating. In fact, I’m pretty damn sure that the last time we actually spoke it was when you told me that no girl actually dates me. At least not publicly.” Dick’s voice took on a hard edge near the end, his anger over that conversation still obvious.
“I was wrong. I just assumed that you’d be a jerk if I actually dated you. I used you and it wasn’t fair and then I said the most hurtful thing I could think of when I ended it. I’m sorry.” She couldn’t look him in the eye, she’d known she’d have to do this but it was still turning out to be ridiculously hard.
“So that’s it? I’m suddenly worth dating now?” His voice was starting to soften even though she could tell he was trying to stay mad.
“No, you were always worth dating, it just took me a while to realize it.” Mac took a step closer to him and was relieved when he didn’t take a step back. “And, again, I’m sorry.”
“And you’re going to make me pancakes?” He took a step, closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around her waist. “With chocolate chips?”
“Sure, if you can somehow get chocolate chips I’ll add them to the mix.” Mac conceded, pulling away to open the drawer under the stove.
“Second to the last drawer on the right.” Dick pointed out. “Did you bring orange juice?”
“Apple. My parents didn’t have any orange.”
“That’s okay, apple is good too.” Dick sat at the table to watch her cook. “I’d offer to help, but I don’t know how to cook.”
“That’s okay.” Mac threw him a smile over her shoulder, glad that they had settled things so easily.
“So, dinner tonight. You going to Ronnie’s?” Dick asked hesitantly, she could hear the nerves, hear the real question he was asking. Are you still going to date me in front of your friends?
“Yeah, we’ll go. I just have to make an appearance somewhere else first, drop by and say hello.” Mac told him firmly, making sure she said we instead of I.
~*~
“Hey, you’re late, missed the pre-dinner argument between dad and Logan about which side to put the napkin on.” Veronica said as she ushered Mac and Dick into the house.
“Damn, that’s something I would’ve wanted to weigh in on too.” Mac deadpanned, looking Veronica in the face and waiting for it to dawn on her that she and Dick had come together. “There are complexities in napkin placement that really tell you about a person. Personally I would’ve had it up top, or folded in the shape of a swan, but that’s just my showmanship personality coming through. Existentialism through napkins.”
“Well, if it will make you feel any better I promise there will be an existentialist debate later, followed by some navel-gazing and then a discussion on why are we here and what exactly is the meaning of life. You know, light post-dinner talk.” Veronica informed her, taking the bottle of wine Dick offered. “Come on in, if we’re lucky they’ll get in to it over the water glasses next.”
“Oh, I can’t wait.” Mac exclaimed, allowing Veronica to pull her aside.
“I need to talk to you.” Veronica said, her voice lowered so the other couldn’t hear but still not quite a whisper. She pulled Mac back towards her bedroom, furthest away from the now elevated debate on whether wine glasses should be on the table or be given out on demand.
“Cool, spy voice.” Mac said as her best friend gave her a little shove into the room before following her in and closing the door behind her.
“Just so we’re clear about what’s going on here, you guys are dating, right? It’s not like it was before?” Veronica asked, her hands propped on her hips and her head tilted to the side. The sight reminded her so much of the Lilly ghost the night before Mac had to actually bite her lip to keep from laughing.
“Before?”
“Yeah, before when you dumped him because he talked about it to Logan. Because I have to say, if happens again I’m pretty sure Logan will come unglued. Dick was a mess the first time, I don’t even want to think about going through it a second time.” Veronica tilted her head to the other side as she waited for Mac’s answer.
“When did you become so pro-Dick?” Mac asked, cringing as she heard the sentence out loud.
Veronica simply raised an eyebrow before continuing on. “Since I was the one that had to help Logan help Dick get over you the last time. He really likes you and he was actually pretty excited when you gave him the time of day, let alone kissed him. I’m not saying that I’m particularly thrilled at the thought of Dick worming his way any further into my life than he already is, but he’s kind of grown on me a bit and… well, try not to break him again.”
Mac sighed and crossed the room to sit on Veronica’s bed. “It’s not like last time. I’m actually going to date him this time, in public and everything. And I’m going to really try at this whole relationship thing. Let him in and talk about stuff and not dart at even the slightest hint of real emotion. I might even try that whole love thing out.”
“Believe me when I say that the darting and the pushing him away thing, it never really works out that great anyway. You’re saving yourself a lot of trouble really. And it only took me four and half years of dating Logan to figure that out.” Veronica said as she crossed the room to join Mac on the bed, sitting next to her.
“So you really are pro-Dick.” Mac stated.
“Stop saying that.” Veronica cringed.
“Sorry, you really are okay with me dating Dick.” Mac amended.
“Sure, why not? Who am I to say he’s unredeemable? Look at Logan, I pretty much thought he was the devil for a while there. I remember someone once calling him Rosemary’s baby, the teen years. There was a time when I would’ve agreed.”
“You’re right, there was a time when I would’ve been right there with you.” Mac laughed.
“So, what caused this change of heart?” Veronica asked, shifting on the bed to face Mac.
“I had this really weird dream last night. I’m still pretty sure it’s from eating just a little too much tofurkey before bed, but either way, who said weird dreams weren’t true?”
“Okay…” Veronica hedged.
“And I mean, what Lilly said was true and Parker wasn’t wrong about anything either. It’s just what happened after, behind the doors, I really don’t want that.”
“Huh?” Veronica asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“I mean, I don’t want to die at fifty and thirty-one is way too young, so I figured that I should change it before it’s too late, you know.”
“What?” Veronica was completely bewildered now.
“Whatever, it was a completely weird, bizarre, strange dream, but totally helpful.” Mac explained, simplifying.
“Okay, good. So now you’re what, all about opening doors and life choices?” Veronica seemed just as confused as before.
“Yes, I am all about life choices and second chances.” Mac explained, standing up suddenly to pace the room. “I am now a fan of second chances, a devotee of love, an enthusiast of life.”
“Okay, good.” Veronica’s eyes watched as Mac paced. “I’ll alert the media. Or at least Logan so he doesn’t corner you about the Dick thing.”
“Good, should we get back out there?” Mac asked, throwing a look over her shoulder at the voices that could now be heard through the closed door.
“Yeah.” Veronica stood and headed to the door, only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
“Just, promise me you guys won’t ever have a conversation about how many break ups I have in one year and you won’t let me become the weird cat lady whose cat doesn’t even like her.” And with that Mac swept from the room.
“What?” Veronica asked sharply before following.
~*~
Dinner was over, but the dirty plates still lay in front of them.
“Where’s that light post-dinner talk you promised me.” Mac asked, poking Veronica in the shoulder.
“The universe is awesome, do really think we’re all alone?”
“Seriously? You’re going to talk about aliens?” Wallace asked, leaning back in his chair.
“I’m too full to be smart and philosophical. Can’t this wait until after pie? I’m always smarter after pie.” Veronica complained.
“I thought you said you were full. Too full, if I remember correctly… from fifteen seconds ago.” Logan said.
“I’m never too full for pie.” Veronica told him, perking up in her chair. “Speaking of pie…”
“I vote we wait.” Mr. Mars called, cutting his daughter’s thought off.
“Okay, but since we’re waiting, Logan and I have an announcement.” Veronica began, glancing at her boyfriend before sitting up even straighter and scanning the faces at the table.
“You have proof that we’re not really alone in the universe?” Mac asked, slouching in her seat so she rest her elbow on the table.
“No, better. Logan and I have decided to move in together. He asked me last night, and I said yes. So…” Veronica trailed off as she watched the rest the people at the table stand up and begin clearing their places. “What are you doing?”
“Clearing the table.” Wallace said matter-of-factly.
“Did you not just hear what I just said? Logan and I are moving in together.” Veronica said it more slowly this time.
“Yeah, I already knew that.” Mac said, handing her plate to Dick before collecting their water glasses.
“It’s not a big surprise Veronica.” Wallace remarked as he moved into the kitchen.
“You practically live there now.” Mr. Mars agreed, picking up several plates.
“Whatever. So much for my big news.” Veronica sat back stood and moved into the living room. “Does anyone want to watch A Christmas Carol? The Bill Murray version?”
“No!” Mac yelled, and to her absolute horror everyone turned to look at her. “I kind of… got enough of it last night.”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2,366 (12, 632 total)
Characters/Pairings: Mac, Veronica, Logan, Dick, Wallace, Piz, Parker, Keith, Max, Bronson some OCs (pretty much the whole cast as of end of season 3)
Spoilers: All episodes (from 1.01: Pilot to 3.20: The Bitch Is Back) This is post Season 3 so it's all spoiled.
Disclaimer: I own neither Veronica Mars or A Christmas Carol, they belong to Rob Thomas and whoever owns Dickens these days.
A/N: I wrote this for vmfic_gameon Round 4 for both challenges 3 and 4. I used 22 of the 25 words : cliquish, navel, confiscate, believe, mourning, bought, preconceive, gravitate, twister, butcher, guideline, infinite, debut, cynical, sunset, devotee, unconventional, venture, session, gone, sallow, and insecure. I'm a little shocked I couldn't get the other three in there. Also, this is the first time I've sat down and written anything in a while. I've been out of town for a while and my laptop is kind of out of order (the bottom row of letters and the space bar aren't working) so it's been hard. But I'm going to start trying to work on The Return soon.
A/N: It's split in 3 parts because the original was too long and if it was split any other way it would just read awkwardly
Part 1 Part 2
Mac knocked on the door a third time. She knew he probably had a hard night and it always took him an extra minute or two to wake up anyway. She bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited, oddly excited to be here, holding a present for him at ten in the morning. She’d been awake at seven, but she’d given him a few extra hours of sleep since she knew just how cranky he could be when woken too early.
There was a shuffling behind the door, a creak as he leaned forward to look through the peep-hole and then the sound of locks sliding out of place. The door swung open and he stood there, shock evident on his face for a moment before his eyes narrowed.
“What are you doing here?” Dick’s voice was accusing, but she could hear something else underneath. Something that sounded a lot like he was kind of happy to see her.
“It’s Christmas. I brought you a present and breakfast.” She reached down to hold up the grocery bags she’s set on the floor. “You can’t say no.”
“Why not?” Dick asked, taking a step back to let her into the apartment.
“Because it’s a gift and I’m offering to cook you breakfast. I never cook, refusing to accept it would just be unforgivable.” She paused as she waited for him to shut the door. “And no way to start a relationship.”
“What if I’m not hun- Wait. A relationship?” Dick spun around to stare at her, his eyes wide and mouth hung open.
“Yes, you don’t think that I’d waste the one time a year I cook on just anybody would you?” Mac replied, walking swiftly to his kitchen, wishing that this part was already over. She planned it all out as she’d collected the food she’d needed from her parents kitchen. She wouldn’t really give him a choice in the matter, just tell him that they were dating and hope he’d accept it.
“I’ve died of alcohol poisoning and now I’m hallucinating.” Dick followed her into the kitchen. “I don’t remember getting drunk last night, but I could still be drunk right? And dreaming?”
“I’m confused are you dead or hallucinating? Drunk or dreaming?” She started to unload the contents of her bags on the kitchen counter. “Do you have pans? Because I brought stuff for pancakes.”
“Yeah, under the stove, Ronnie helped me get what I need. And I don’t know which, but I’m pretty sure that when I was alive or sober or whatever we weren’t dating. In fact, I’m pretty damn sure that the last time we actually spoke it was when you told me that no girl actually dates me. At least not publicly.” Dick’s voice took on a hard edge near the end, his anger over that conversation still obvious.
“I was wrong. I just assumed that you’d be a jerk if I actually dated you. I used you and it wasn’t fair and then I said the most hurtful thing I could think of when I ended it. I’m sorry.” She couldn’t look him in the eye, she’d known she’d have to do this but it was still turning out to be ridiculously hard.
“So that’s it? I’m suddenly worth dating now?” His voice was starting to soften even though she could tell he was trying to stay mad.
“No, you were always worth dating, it just took me a while to realize it.” Mac took a step closer to him and was relieved when he didn’t take a step back. “And, again, I’m sorry.”
“And you’re going to make me pancakes?” He took a step, closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around her waist. “With chocolate chips?”
“Sure, if you can somehow get chocolate chips I’ll add them to the mix.” Mac conceded, pulling away to open the drawer under the stove.
“Second to the last drawer on the right.” Dick pointed out. “Did you bring orange juice?”
“Apple. My parents didn’t have any orange.”
“That’s okay, apple is good too.” Dick sat at the table to watch her cook. “I’d offer to help, but I don’t know how to cook.”
“That’s okay.” Mac threw him a smile over her shoulder, glad that they had settled things so easily.
“So, dinner tonight. You going to Ronnie’s?” Dick asked hesitantly, she could hear the nerves, hear the real question he was asking. Are you still going to date me in front of your friends?
“Yeah, we’ll go. I just have to make an appearance somewhere else first, drop by and say hello.” Mac told him firmly, making sure she said we instead of I.
~*~
“Hey, you’re late, missed the pre-dinner argument between dad and Logan about which side to put the napkin on.” Veronica said as she ushered Mac and Dick into the house.
“Damn, that’s something I would’ve wanted to weigh in on too.” Mac deadpanned, looking Veronica in the face and waiting for it to dawn on her that she and Dick had come together. “There are complexities in napkin placement that really tell you about a person. Personally I would’ve had it up top, or folded in the shape of a swan, but that’s just my showmanship personality coming through. Existentialism through napkins.”
“Well, if it will make you feel any better I promise there will be an existentialist debate later, followed by some navel-gazing and then a discussion on why are we here and what exactly is the meaning of life. You know, light post-dinner talk.” Veronica informed her, taking the bottle of wine Dick offered. “Come on in, if we’re lucky they’ll get in to it over the water glasses next.”
“Oh, I can’t wait.” Mac exclaimed, allowing Veronica to pull her aside.
“I need to talk to you.” Veronica said, her voice lowered so the other couldn’t hear but still not quite a whisper. She pulled Mac back towards her bedroom, furthest away from the now elevated debate on whether wine glasses should be on the table or be given out on demand.
“Cool, spy voice.” Mac said as her best friend gave her a little shove into the room before following her in and closing the door behind her.
“Just so we’re clear about what’s going on here, you guys are dating, right? It’s not like it was before?” Veronica asked, her hands propped on her hips and her head tilted to the side. The sight reminded her so much of the Lilly ghost the night before Mac had to actually bite her lip to keep from laughing.
“Before?”
“Yeah, before when you dumped him because he talked about it to Logan. Because I have to say, if happens again I’m pretty sure Logan will come unglued. Dick was a mess the first time, I don’t even want to think about going through it a second time.” Veronica tilted her head to the other side as she waited for Mac’s answer.
“When did you become so pro-Dick?” Mac asked, cringing as she heard the sentence out loud.
Veronica simply raised an eyebrow before continuing on. “Since I was the one that had to help Logan help Dick get over you the last time. He really likes you and he was actually pretty excited when you gave him the time of day, let alone kissed him. I’m not saying that I’m particularly thrilled at the thought of Dick worming his way any further into my life than he already is, but he’s kind of grown on me a bit and… well, try not to break him again.”
Mac sighed and crossed the room to sit on Veronica’s bed. “It’s not like last time. I’m actually going to date him this time, in public and everything. And I’m going to really try at this whole relationship thing. Let him in and talk about stuff and not dart at even the slightest hint of real emotion. I might even try that whole love thing out.”
“Believe me when I say that the darting and the pushing him away thing, it never really works out that great anyway. You’re saving yourself a lot of trouble really. And it only took me four and half years of dating Logan to figure that out.” Veronica said as she crossed the room to join Mac on the bed, sitting next to her.
“So you really are pro-Dick.” Mac stated.
“Stop saying that.” Veronica cringed.
“Sorry, you really are okay with me dating Dick.” Mac amended.
“Sure, why not? Who am I to say he’s unredeemable? Look at Logan, I pretty much thought he was the devil for a while there. I remember someone once calling him Rosemary’s baby, the teen years. There was a time when I would’ve agreed.”
“You’re right, there was a time when I would’ve been right there with you.” Mac laughed.
“So, what caused this change of heart?” Veronica asked, shifting on the bed to face Mac.
“I had this really weird dream last night. I’m still pretty sure it’s from eating just a little too much tofurkey before bed, but either way, who said weird dreams weren’t true?”
“Okay…” Veronica hedged.
“And I mean, what Lilly said was true and Parker wasn’t wrong about anything either. It’s just what happened after, behind the doors, I really don’t want that.”
“Huh?” Veronica asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“I mean, I don’t want to die at fifty and thirty-one is way too young, so I figured that I should change it before it’s too late, you know.”
“What?” Veronica was completely bewildered now.
“Whatever, it was a completely weird, bizarre, strange dream, but totally helpful.” Mac explained, simplifying.
“Okay, good. So now you’re what, all about opening doors and life choices?” Veronica seemed just as confused as before.
“Yes, I am all about life choices and second chances.” Mac explained, standing up suddenly to pace the room. “I am now a fan of second chances, a devotee of love, an enthusiast of life.”
“Okay, good.” Veronica’s eyes watched as Mac paced. “I’ll alert the media. Or at least Logan so he doesn’t corner you about the Dick thing.”
“Good, should we get back out there?” Mac asked, throwing a look over her shoulder at the voices that could now be heard through the closed door.
“Yeah.” Veronica stood and headed to the door, only to be stopped by a hand on her shoulder.
“Just, promise me you guys won’t ever have a conversation about how many break ups I have in one year and you won’t let me become the weird cat lady whose cat doesn’t even like her.” And with that Mac swept from the room.
“What?” Veronica asked sharply before following.
~*~
Dinner was over, but the dirty plates still lay in front of them.
“Where’s that light post-dinner talk you promised me.” Mac asked, poking Veronica in the shoulder.
“The universe is awesome, do really think we’re all alone?”
“Seriously? You’re going to talk about aliens?” Wallace asked, leaning back in his chair.
“I’m too full to be smart and philosophical. Can’t this wait until after pie? I’m always smarter after pie.” Veronica complained.
“I thought you said you were full. Too full, if I remember correctly… from fifteen seconds ago.” Logan said.
“I’m never too full for pie.” Veronica told him, perking up in her chair. “Speaking of pie…”
“I vote we wait.” Mr. Mars called, cutting his daughter’s thought off.
“Okay, but since we’re waiting, Logan and I have an announcement.” Veronica began, glancing at her boyfriend before sitting up even straighter and scanning the faces at the table.
“You have proof that we’re not really alone in the universe?” Mac asked, slouching in her seat so she rest her elbow on the table.
“No, better. Logan and I have decided to move in together. He asked me last night, and I said yes. So…” Veronica trailed off as she watched the rest the people at the table stand up and begin clearing their places. “What are you doing?”
“Clearing the table.” Wallace said matter-of-factly.
“Did you not just hear what I just said? Logan and I are moving in together.” Veronica said it more slowly this time.
“Yeah, I already knew that.” Mac said, handing her plate to Dick before collecting their water glasses.
“It’s not a big surprise Veronica.” Wallace remarked as he moved into the kitchen.
“You practically live there now.” Mr. Mars agreed, picking up several plates.
“Whatever. So much for my big news.” Veronica sat back stood and moved into the living room. “Does anyone want to watch A Christmas Carol? The Bill Murray version?”
“No!” Mac yelled, and to her absolute horror everyone turned to look at her. “I kind of… got enough of it last night.”