VM fic: The Scars that Show (Veronica, Weevil) PG-13
Title: The Scars that Show
Author: Shealynn88
Rating: PG-13 (mild language)
Word Count: ~600 words
Summary: She's buying gas, he's getting cigarettes. She can't remember him smoking before, but it's the least of the changes.
Characters: Veronica, Weevil
Spoilers: Not Pictured
Disclaimer: The characters of 'Veronica Mars' do not belong to me. I'm just playing for fun.
A/N: Thanks to jerib_78 for inspiration, and mandilyn for moral support.
An extended version of this (2000 words worth) is here.
When Veronica sees him again, it's pure coincidence-both of them at the same little SuperMart at the same time. She's buying gas, he's getting cigarettes. She can't remember him smoking before, but it's the least of the changes. He has new tattoos-smudges of blue under each eye-and there's a hardness in his expression and the line of his arms that hadn't been there before. Veronica wonders what it means-the new ink and the almost-sneer that twists his mouth. She wonders if she'd know if she'd gone to see him more often than that one time, a week after his grandmother died.
She'd meant to do more. Meant to offer support, anyway. He wasn't really a friend, but she felt like she owed him…even though they'd traded enough favors that they really should be even.
But she'd gotten caught up in the ease of a young relationship. It had felt fresh and new, and even tainted by Cassidy's death and that moment on the rooftop, her time with Logan had been fun and light and a little giddy. They were both making up for the darkness of staring down a gun barrel. And now they were coming down off the high of almost dying, of saving one life and losing another, and Veronica wasn't feeling so giddy anymore.
There was nothing to say to Weevil. She didn't have words that would cover it. Any of it. I'm sorry? What for? She hadn't done anything. And sorry, she'd learned a long time ago, never changed anything.
Nice to see you? It wasn't like she'd sought him out, or he her. It was just coincidence, and she was acutely aware of the fact that she'd made no effort to see him since that one visit almost 7 months ago.
How's it going? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. He'd changed-it was clear by the way he moved, the darkness in his eyes. She was afraid to know what he'd changed into.
But its out of her hands when he catches her watching and strides over with a smooth, predatory walk that makes his previous strut seem comical in comparison. She misses it.
"V," he says, looking her up and down with disturbing intensity.
She smiles, distinctly uncomfortable. "Weevil."
They stand there for a long moment, just staring at each other. Silence stretches awkwardly between them.
Finally, Weevil turns away and Veronica mobilizes suddenly, reaching out for one muscled arm. "Are you okay?" she asks in a rush, knowing it's the wrong thing to say.
He spins as soon as her fingers brush his arm, and he looks…savage. "Don't," he hisses, catching her wrist cruelly. He moves a little closer, threatening.
"Wha-" she says, shocked and suddenly afraid when she can't twist away. This isn't the Weevil she knew.
He's close enough that she can feel his breath burst over her cheek. "Don't you dare pretend you give a shit!"
Her wrist is starting to ache, and he shows no signs of letting up. "Weevil," she says, as evenly as she can manage. "You're hurting me."
He stares at her hand, then closes his eyes a moment before finally letting go. "Am I okay?" he asks, laughing bitterly. He shakes his head. "I'm working on it." His voice is rough, but not quite as hard as it had been. It's not much, but it's something.
Veronica nods and he walks away. She watches every step.
He's far from okay.
But then, so is she.
Hey! laiquendai ran the 'WeeVer Fanfic Awards,' and I won this shiny Award for 'Angstiest Fic!' *jumps up and down*
Author: Shealynn88
Rating: PG-13 (mild language)
Word Count: ~600 words
Summary: She's buying gas, he's getting cigarettes. She can't remember him smoking before, but it's the least of the changes.
Characters: Veronica, Weevil
Spoilers: Not Pictured
Disclaimer: The characters of 'Veronica Mars' do not belong to me. I'm just playing for fun.
A/N: Thanks to jerib_78 for inspiration, and mandilyn for moral support.
An extended version of this (2000 words worth) is here.
When Veronica sees him again, it's pure coincidence-both of them at the same little SuperMart at the same time. She's buying gas, he's getting cigarettes. She can't remember him smoking before, but it's the least of the changes. He has new tattoos-smudges of blue under each eye-and there's a hardness in his expression and the line of his arms that hadn't been there before. Veronica wonders what it means-the new ink and the almost-sneer that twists his mouth. She wonders if she'd know if she'd gone to see him more often than that one time, a week after his grandmother died.
She'd meant to do more. Meant to offer support, anyway. He wasn't really a friend, but she felt like she owed him…even though they'd traded enough favors that they really should be even.
But she'd gotten caught up in the ease of a young relationship. It had felt fresh and new, and even tainted by Cassidy's death and that moment on the rooftop, her time with Logan had been fun and light and a little giddy. They were both making up for the darkness of staring down a gun barrel. And now they were coming down off the high of almost dying, of saving one life and losing another, and Veronica wasn't feeling so giddy anymore.
There was nothing to say to Weevil. She didn't have words that would cover it. Any of it. I'm sorry? What for? She hadn't done anything. And sorry, she'd learned a long time ago, never changed anything.
Nice to see you? It wasn't like she'd sought him out, or he her. It was just coincidence, and she was acutely aware of the fact that she'd made no effort to see him since that one visit almost 7 months ago.
How's it going? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know. He'd changed-it was clear by the way he moved, the darkness in his eyes. She was afraid to know what he'd changed into.
But its out of her hands when he catches her watching and strides over with a smooth, predatory walk that makes his previous strut seem comical in comparison. She misses it.
"V," he says, looking her up and down with disturbing intensity.
She smiles, distinctly uncomfortable. "Weevil."
They stand there for a long moment, just staring at each other. Silence stretches awkwardly between them.
Finally, Weevil turns away and Veronica mobilizes suddenly, reaching out for one muscled arm. "Are you okay?" she asks in a rush, knowing it's the wrong thing to say.
He spins as soon as her fingers brush his arm, and he looks…savage. "Don't," he hisses, catching her wrist cruelly. He moves a little closer, threatening.
"Wha-" she says, shocked and suddenly afraid when she can't twist away. This isn't the Weevil she knew.
He's close enough that she can feel his breath burst over her cheek. "Don't you dare pretend you give a shit!"
Her wrist is starting to ache, and he shows no signs of letting up. "Weevil," she says, as evenly as she can manage. "You're hurting me."
He stares at her hand, then closes his eyes a moment before finally letting go. "Am I okay?" he asks, laughing bitterly. He shakes his head. "I'm working on it." His voice is rough, but not quite as hard as it had been. It's not much, but it's something.
Veronica nods and he walks away. She watches every step.
He's far from okay.
But then, so is she.
Hey! laiquendai ran the 'WeeVer Fanfic Awards,' and I won this shiny Award for 'Angstiest Fic!' *jumps up and down*