Fic: Stay Illogical
Title: Stay Illogical
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters/Pairings: Mac, Madison (with hints of Mac/Dick and Madison/Piz) mentions of Lauren Sinclair.
Rating: PG
Summary: Mac had been sitting in the grass. She hadn't been doing anything, just admiring the green blades that surrounded the headstones in the cemetary and trying to keep her mind off of certain things and certain people. She was pretty sure this would be easier if she had a book, but that wasn't exactly good manners at a funeral.
Author's Notes: Takes place before 60 Revolutions but you still need to have read that one before reading this one. Unbeta'd because I'm horrible. Feedback is muchly appreciated!
"You can't ignore me forever."
Mac had been sitting in the grass. She hadn't been doing anything, just admiring the green blades that surrounded the headstones in the cemetary and trying to keep her mind off of certain things and certain people. She was pretty sure this would be easier if she had a book, but that wasn't exactly good manners at a funeral.
"No, but I made a valiant effort, didn't I?" Mac looked up and smiled serenely at her visitor. "Madison," she greeted.
"No, that's your name isn't it?" Madison asked, carefully brushing off the headstone next to her, so as not to get any dust on her black pencil skirt. She gingerly sat down on it. "Madison Sinclair? Sure gave me a hell of an identity crisis."
"Names usually cost more than they're worth," Mac mused, running her fingers through the grass.
"Why are you here?"
They asked the question at the same time. Mac craned her neck to look at Madison but Madison's attention was already on the imported trees to the side of her.
"I thought you'd be with your family," Madison said to her. "Your kid - what's her name? Ava?"
"Aviva," Mac corrected. "They're at home. What about Amber?"
"She's staying with her dad for the week," Madison sighed. "Joint custody. You know how it sucks."
Mac didn't, but she could just imagine.
"They," Madison scoffed, "my parents didn't call me until last week, you know. When she was already... you know. Turns out I'm a little more estranged than I originally thought." She exhaled heavily, placing a hand on the headstone. "I mean, it's not like I thought she'd tell me anything. We weren't exactly B-F-F or anything growing up, but... I thought she'd at least let me know if she was dying. Maybe a PS in her Christmas card?"
"Maybe she didn't want you to know so that you weren't sad," Mac told her. "Maybe... she thought you should stay with your family."
"What family?" Madison smiled bitterly. "My relatives don't talk to me. My ex hates me when he doesn't completely adore me and I get weekdays with my kid when I'm lucky. She knew she wouldn't be pulling me away from anything big."
She didn't know she'd been pulling Mac away from anything big either. She'd asked and Mac specifically said no - she'd go anywhere.
"You knew, right?" Madison asked. "A long time before I went searching through that microfiche crap for that stupid Journalism final, you knew about the switch. That's why you came to my birthday party. And you two," she snapped her fingers. "You two geeks hit it off right away."
Mac closed her eyes and leaned against the headstone.
It wasn't exactly easy to remember something that happened almost twelve years ago, but she could recall Lauren's face and voice like it were yesterday.
"What was she majoring in?" Madison asked. "She was a senior, right? What was she majoring in?"
A similarly humorless smile came over Mac's lips. "Fashion journalism," she said, remembering Lauren's words.
Well, I thought if Madison could do it, then it should be an easy degree, right?
"I think she liked you," Mac flicked an ant off of her hand. "I mean, she didn't really show it or anything, but she thought you were good for keeping her out of everything. She thought you were being protective."
Madison chuckled. "You don't need to tell me what I want to hear. I'm not seventeen anymore."
"No, when you were seventeen I told you what you didn't want to hear," Mac joked.
She heard the rustle of Madison's pencil skirt as her psuedo-sister got up off of the headstone and tugged on her blazer and when she opened her eyes, Madison was standing in front of her. Madison extended her hand and Mac took it, lifting herself up at the expense of Madison's shoes - which sunk into the ground.
"You're heavy," Madison told her with a sneer. "Do you have a car or something or do you need a ride back home?" Mac frowned, her lips drawing into a thin line.
"I was gonna catch a cab, actually."
"Great, because I didn't want to take you anyways," Madison huffed. She pursed her lips. "You look good, Mac."
"You too," Mac nodded. "You look good too, Madison."
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters/Pairings: Mac, Madison (with hints of Mac/Dick and Madison/Piz) mentions of Lauren Sinclair.
Rating: PG
Summary: Mac had been sitting in the grass. She hadn't been doing anything, just admiring the green blades that surrounded the headstones in the cemetary and trying to keep her mind off of certain things and certain people. She was pretty sure this would be easier if she had a book, but that wasn't exactly good manners at a funeral.
Author's Notes: Takes place before 60 Revolutions but you still need to have read that one before reading this one. Unbeta'd because I'm horrible. Feedback is muchly appreciated!
"You can't ignore me forever."
Mac had been sitting in the grass. She hadn't been doing anything, just admiring the green blades that surrounded the headstones in the cemetary and trying to keep her mind off of certain things and certain people. She was pretty sure this would be easier if she had a book, but that wasn't exactly good manners at a funeral.
"No, but I made a valiant effort, didn't I?" Mac looked up and smiled serenely at her visitor. "Madison," she greeted.
"No, that's your name isn't it?" Madison asked, carefully brushing off the headstone next to her, so as not to get any dust on her black pencil skirt. She gingerly sat down on it. "Madison Sinclair? Sure gave me a hell of an identity crisis."
"Names usually cost more than they're worth," Mac mused, running her fingers through the grass.
"Why are you here?"
They asked the question at the same time. Mac craned her neck to look at Madison but Madison's attention was already on the imported trees to the side of her.
"I thought you'd be with your family," Madison said to her. "Your kid - what's her name? Ava?"
"Aviva," Mac corrected. "They're at home. What about Amber?"
"She's staying with her dad for the week," Madison sighed. "Joint custody. You know how it sucks."
Mac didn't, but she could just imagine.
"They," Madison scoffed, "my parents didn't call me until last week, you know. When she was already... you know. Turns out I'm a little more estranged than I originally thought." She exhaled heavily, placing a hand on the headstone. "I mean, it's not like I thought she'd tell me anything. We weren't exactly B-F-F or anything growing up, but... I thought she'd at least let me know if she was dying. Maybe a PS in her Christmas card?"
"Maybe she didn't want you to know so that you weren't sad," Mac told her. "Maybe... she thought you should stay with your family."
"What family?" Madison smiled bitterly. "My relatives don't talk to me. My ex hates me when he doesn't completely adore me and I get weekdays with my kid when I'm lucky. She knew she wouldn't be pulling me away from anything big."
She didn't know she'd been pulling Mac away from anything big either. She'd asked and Mac specifically said no - she'd go anywhere.
"You knew, right?" Madison asked. "A long time before I went searching through that microfiche crap for that stupid Journalism final, you knew about the switch. That's why you came to my birthday party. And you two," she snapped her fingers. "You two geeks hit it off right away."
Mac closed her eyes and leaned against the headstone.
It wasn't exactly easy to remember something that happened almost twelve years ago, but she could recall Lauren's face and voice like it were yesterday.
"What was she majoring in?" Madison asked. "She was a senior, right? What was she majoring in?"
A similarly humorless smile came over Mac's lips. "Fashion journalism," she said, remembering Lauren's words.
Well, I thought if Madison could do it, then it should be an easy degree, right?
"I think she liked you," Mac flicked an ant off of her hand. "I mean, she didn't really show it or anything, but she thought you were good for keeping her out of everything. She thought you were being protective."
Madison chuckled. "You don't need to tell me what I want to hear. I'm not seventeen anymore."
"No, when you were seventeen I told you what you didn't want to hear," Mac joked.
She heard the rustle of Madison's pencil skirt as her psuedo-sister got up off of the headstone and tugged on her blazer and when she opened her eyes, Madison was standing in front of her. Madison extended her hand and Mac took it, lifting herself up at the expense of Madison's shoes - which sunk into the ground.
"You're heavy," Madison told her with a sneer. "Do you have a car or something or do you need a ride back home?" Mac frowned, her lips drawing into a thin line.
"I was gonna catch a cab, actually."
"Great, because I didn't want to take you anyways," Madison huffed. She pursed her lips. "You look good, Mac."
"You too," Mac nodded. "You look good too, Madison."