Fic: Broken
Disclaimer: Not mine. Only Cam in this verse sort of is.
Rating: PG-13
Category: angst
Pairing: Veronica Mars/Cameron Mitchell
Spoilers: Veronica Mars 3x07 Of Vice and Men
Summary: Set in Fandom High verse. All you need to know is that 3x07 happened in a slightly altered version. Veronica never tells her boyfriend Cameron.
A/N: Thanks to anomilygrace for the beta. Apparently I'm meant to write depressing fic today.
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It’s been weeks since they’ve been together, longer than usual despite him offering to come down there every time she called him. He thinks she's been avoiding his calls though he can't be sure. But the minute Bel shimmers into her room, she’s on him and she won’t quite let go. He doesn’t complain, though. It’s kind of nice the way she pushes him down on the bed, immediately straddling his lap and her kisses are hot and feverish and god, it’s been way too long.
He moans as she nips at his lip, almost painfully, and he reaches up, running his fingers through her hair. He loves her hair, the way it slides through his fingers and then there is the soft prickle of hair just growing back and he pulls back with a frown. She seems to know almost instantly why he’s stopped kissing and slides her hand underneath his shirt, making it hard to think. “The hairdresser messed up,” she tells him, but she doesn’t quite meet his eyes and her body is suddenly tense against his, her fingers flexing against his stomach.
She’s lying. His blood runs cold as he realises that something is wrong. That her phone calls really have been off for a while now and he can hardly breath as her teeth graze his neck. “Veronica,” he gasps involuntarily and his hand on her hip tries to push her away.
“Shhh,” she whispers, wriggling against him and he’s already half hard, but it just doesn’t add up.
He grabs hold of her shoulders and pushes her back, eyes searching her face for something. Anything. “What happened?”
It takes a moment before she manages to tell him the full story. Her hands are shaking when she comes to the part where Piz saved her. He wants to hug her, kiss every inch of her body to make sure that she really is all right, but he can’t quite move. Can’t quite breathe. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he doesn’t want to sound accusing, but he does anyway and he decides he has a right to be pissed off.
She slides off his lap, rests her back against the headboard and shrugs. “I didn’t want to worry you.”
He stares at her in disbelief. “I’m your boyfriend. It’s part of my job.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “I can take care of myself.”
He laughs and pushes up from the bed, needing to put some distance between them. “I know you can, but we’ve talked about this before. You don’t have to do this alone.”
“I wasn’t alone,” she argues. “My dad was there for me and Wallace and Piz.”
It’s like she just punched him in the gut and he doesn’t quite know what to say. There isn’t much he can say, really. Shaking his head, he grabs his jacket from the desk.
“Where are you going?” she demands, already rising from the bed.
He motions for her to stay put. “I need some space,” he says as he moves to the door.
“Cameron…”
He doesn’t listen as he closes the door behind him. And he wishes he would have slammed it shut but doubts it will make him feel better.
He finds a relatively quiet spot on campus. No one really pays attention to him and he’s just fine with that. He doesn’t know what it means that he’s the one person she didn’t want to worry with this, the one person she doesn’t need to get through it.
He has no clue how long he’s been there, but he isn’t surprised when she’s suddenly sitting beside him. They stay quiet for a long time and he wonders if they’ll ever speak again just when she finally starts talking.
“I didn’t do it to hurt you,” she whispers.
“I know,” he sighs because he’s sure that in her head, it felt like the right thing to do. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “You promised you wouldn’t shut me out.”
“I’m not,” Veronica argues immediately. He feels like laughing again, but it would end in tears and he’s determined to not let her see that.
“Yes, you are,” he says quietly and his eyes are stinging anyway. “I trusted you, Veronica,” he says, turning to look at her. “I trusted you to let me know if something was going on. It kept me from worrying myself to death about you going after this rapist. I trusted you to tell me if you needed me, just like I'd tell you if I got hurt. How do you want this long distance thing to work when I’m going to be worried sick any time you call because you might be keeping something from me? How on Earth do you want me to trust you?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers. Her eyes are red and he suspects that his are too.
He wants to tell her that he can’t help wanting to be there for her, that he hopes that she feels the same way about him, but he figures that she knows all this. Instead he whispers a broken “me neither” and they stay quietly sitting like that, not quite touching. He knows that something just broke between them and he can’t fix it, but he’s scared of walking away.
Rating: PG-13
Category: angst
Pairing: Veronica Mars/Cameron Mitchell
Spoilers: Veronica Mars 3x07 Of Vice and Men
Summary: Set in Fandom High verse. All you need to know is that 3x07 happened in a slightly altered version. Veronica never tells her boyfriend Cameron.
A/N: Thanks to anomilygrace for the beta. Apparently I'm meant to write depressing fic today.
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It’s been weeks since they’ve been together, longer than usual despite him offering to come down there every time she called him. He thinks she's been avoiding his calls though he can't be sure. But the minute Bel shimmers into her room, she’s on him and she won’t quite let go. He doesn’t complain, though. It’s kind of nice the way she pushes him down on the bed, immediately straddling his lap and her kisses are hot and feverish and god, it’s been way too long.
He moans as she nips at his lip, almost painfully, and he reaches up, running his fingers through her hair. He loves her hair, the way it slides through his fingers and then there is the soft prickle of hair just growing back and he pulls back with a frown. She seems to know almost instantly why he’s stopped kissing and slides her hand underneath his shirt, making it hard to think. “The hairdresser messed up,” she tells him, but she doesn’t quite meet his eyes and her body is suddenly tense against his, her fingers flexing against his stomach.
She’s lying. His blood runs cold as he realises that something is wrong. That her phone calls really have been off for a while now and he can hardly breath as her teeth graze his neck. “Veronica,” he gasps involuntarily and his hand on her hip tries to push her away.
“Shhh,” she whispers, wriggling against him and he’s already half hard, but it just doesn’t add up.
He grabs hold of her shoulders and pushes her back, eyes searching her face for something. Anything. “What happened?”
It takes a moment before she manages to tell him the full story. Her hands are shaking when she comes to the part where Piz saved her. He wants to hug her, kiss every inch of her body to make sure that she really is all right, but he can’t quite move. Can’t quite breathe. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he doesn’t want to sound accusing, but he does anyway and he decides he has a right to be pissed off.
She slides off his lap, rests her back against the headboard and shrugs. “I didn’t want to worry you.”
He stares at her in disbelief. “I’m your boyfriend. It’s part of my job.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “I can take care of myself.”
He laughs and pushes up from the bed, needing to put some distance between them. “I know you can, but we’ve talked about this before. You don’t have to do this alone.”
“I wasn’t alone,” she argues. “My dad was there for me and Wallace and Piz.”
It’s like she just punched him in the gut and he doesn’t quite know what to say. There isn’t much he can say, really. Shaking his head, he grabs his jacket from the desk.
“Where are you going?” she demands, already rising from the bed.
He motions for her to stay put. “I need some space,” he says as he moves to the door.
“Cameron…”
He doesn’t listen as he closes the door behind him. And he wishes he would have slammed it shut but doubts it will make him feel better.
He finds a relatively quiet spot on campus. No one really pays attention to him and he’s just fine with that. He doesn’t know what it means that he’s the one person she didn’t want to worry with this, the one person she doesn’t need to get through it.
He has no clue how long he’s been there, but he isn’t surprised when she’s suddenly sitting beside him. They stay quiet for a long time and he wonders if they’ll ever speak again just when she finally starts talking.
“I didn’t do it to hurt you,” she whispers.
“I know,” he sighs because he’s sure that in her head, it felt like the right thing to do. He takes a deep breath before continuing. “You promised you wouldn’t shut me out.”
“I’m not,” Veronica argues immediately. He feels like laughing again, but it would end in tears and he’s determined to not let her see that.
“Yes, you are,” he says quietly and his eyes are stinging anyway. “I trusted you, Veronica,” he says, turning to look at her. “I trusted you to let me know if something was going on. It kept me from worrying myself to death about you going after this rapist. I trusted you to tell me if you needed me, just like I'd tell you if I got hurt. How do you want this long distance thing to work when I’m going to be worried sick any time you call because you might be keeping something from me? How on Earth do you want me to trust you?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers. Her eyes are red and he suspects that his are too.
He wants to tell her that he can’t help wanting to be there for her, that he hopes that she feels the same way about him, but he figures that she knows all this. Instead he whispers a broken “me neither” and they stay quietly sitting like that, not quite touching. He knows that something just broke between them and he can’t fix it, but he’s scared of walking away.