I Told You So (1/?)
I Told You So (1/?)
Chapter title: Prologue: Her Fault
Rating: R this chapter
Summary: 2 years post finale Veronica and Lamb are both working at Mars Investigations. On their way back from a case they run into some car trouble and end up having to spend the night together. DoVe
Characters/Pairing: Veronica/Lamb (mentions Keith, Logan, Logan/Veronica, Piz)
Spoilers: entire series but AU from 3X14
Word Count: 604
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars
It was definitely one of those situations where doing the wrong thing was probably inevitable.
I was gonna get my ass kicked no matter what I did so I really only had two options and it basically came down to the correct etiquette for the situation. But truthfully, I didn't give a fuck about proper etiquette at that moment because I'd dreamt about this more times than I'd like to admit.
I, Don Lamb, was sharing a bed with the one and only Veronica Mars.
Now you might be curious as to how I got so fucking lucky and it's a good question because let's face it, this was not par for the course with us.
In fact it wasn't until a couple years ago that our frosty relationship went through a global warming and we got on good terms again. It's quite amazing what a baseball hat to the head can do for your interpersonal relationships.
But it's true, we were friends again and in Veronica-Lamb-Land that's pretty fucking close to a damn miracle.
During my 6 month stay in Neptune General she visited me a few times a week and I still maintain that the banter is what healed me, she claims it was the surgeries. When I was cleared to work again I opted out of the sheriff position and instead went to work for Keith. Yes, that's right, I said Keith. I guess you could say that my near death experience had led me to an epiphany and I've spent the last two years trying to make amends for my wrong doings and the Mars family was at the top of that list.
Keith was the first to accept my apologies and it didn't take long for that protégé/mentor bond to reform and we became friends again. The daughter whose life I'd aided in destroying was a little bit harder. She was nice and she visited, but she was still standoffish. Over time the banter turned friendlier and we got back on the road to friendship, something we used to have in her younger years and something that was obviously a lot less fucking creepy now that she was legal.
Of course the age also made my deepest fantasies a little less wrong, but no closer to being fulfilled. I may have brain damage but I'm not stupid, I knew I had a snowballs chance in hell of ever having her, but it didn't bother to imagine otherwise. My dreams and delusions were enough to get me through 4 years of her hating me, so they were damn well gonna get me through the next 50 years of watching her jump from rich kid to rich kid and never to me.
But anyways that doesn't explain why I was lying in bed with the snarky blonde. I have a very good reason for that actually and despite what she might tell you, it's not all my fault.
Keith had sent us out together to catch a bail jumper who'd been spotted in Flagstaff. Since Veronica was on summer break at Hearst and had opted out of a third internship with the FBI, she said if she wanted to get people coffee and doughnuts all day she'd go back to working at the Java Hut, he'd sent her with me. It wasn't the first time we'd worked together, we'd done this a few times now, but never with an end result like this.
No, I firmly believe that it was all Veronica's fault.
So in turn, it was also her fault that I was about to do the absolutely wrong thing.
to be continued...
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