THE RETURN 34-Weevil [Weevil/Ensemble] R
Title: The Return 34-Weevil [The Redhead]
Rating: R (mentions of sex, swearing and the like)
Word Count: 2,212
Characters/Pairings: Weevil, Mac, Lilly the first, Dick, OFC (mentions: Logan, Veronica, Parker, Piz and Wallace)
Spoilers: All episodes (from 1.01: Pilot to 3.20: The Bitch Is Back. Just to be sure) Although this is obviously AU and there are obviously going to be some alterations to events and especially some in the last couple of episodes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally, nothing. So don’t sue me over this, because you won’t get anything. It all belongs to Rob Thomas and if I had owned it when it was still on the last season would have been way different.
Chapter 1: Awake/ Chapter 2: Homecoming/ Chapter 3: Forgive/ Chapter 4: Arrival/ Chapter 5: Reconnect/ Chapter 6: Belong/ Chapter 7: Bets/ Chapter 8: Fight/ Chapter 9: Battle/ Chapter 10: Retreat/ Chapter 11: Push/ Chapter 12: Sound/ Chapter 13: Potential/ Chapter 14: More/ Chapter 15: Storytime/ Chapter 16: Understanding/ Chapter 17: Piggyback/ Chapter 18: Sinners/ Chapter 19: Drama/ Chapter 20: Dinner/ Chapter 21: Armor/ Chapter 22:Mingle/ 23:Bubbly/ 24:Awkward/ 25:Closing/ 26: Drunks/ 27: Logan/ 28: Wallace/ 29: Mac/ 30: Parker/ 31: Duncan/ 32: Lilly/33: Piz
The Return
34
Weevil
~The Redhead~
He was cold, his head hurt and his back stung. He didn’t know where he was, couldn’t remember how they got here all that clearly, just that the redhead had drove them here and this was her apartment.
He was laying on his stomach, naked except for a sheet covering his ass and the redheads arm flung across his back. His left arm was curled underneath the pillow his head was on and his right arm was going numb from the fact that it lay straight out across the mattress and a mop of red hair rested on his shoulder. If he glanced down he could see the long fake claws tipping her fingers, which is probably why his back stung. In his experience not many girls actually put effort into the whole back scratching bit, but with the talons on this one he couldn’t really blame her.
Weevil tried slide off the bed away from her, trying not to disturb her sleep in the process. He didn’t remember too much about her from the night before, other than the fact that she talked incessantly and seemed to want to know an awful lot about him, his friends and where they were all from. One thing he didn’t remember is her name. It was probably something like Amber or Tiffany or Crystal or something. He didn’t really care, he wouldn’t be seeing her again and - if he could just get away - he wouldn’t be speaking to her again either.
“Where are you going?” Red asked, her voice having that breathiness girls gave it when they wanted to sound sexy and the rough quality all voices had when they hadn’t been used all night long.
“Away,” he told her, not bothering to sugarcoat his response. She had to know that this was a one night thing, right? After all he had to have said he was vacationing with friends about fifteen different times last night, she couldn’t possibly think that this was anything more that a one night thing. Unless… unless she had some illusion about tagging along on the trip home, getting out of her small town and going to the big city with him. What the hell?
“Don’t leave yet, we can still have a little fun first.” She purred, those damn nails running over his back and making the scratches sting again.
“I don’t have time,” He said, but already felt himself letting her pull him back into the bed. She was climbing on top of him, straddling him, and the guilt pooling in his stomach. He didn’t have anything to feel guilty about, he didn’t have a girlfriend, there was no one he was betraying by falling in bed with some nameless girl. But the guilt was there anyway, and spurred him on.
~*~
It was noon, maybe one, and his cell phone was ringing somewhere in the room. On the floor, maybe? Weevil slid out of bed, this time able to get out before Red woke up and tried to pull him back in. Not on the floor. On the dresser? Where exactly are his pants?
Weevil was following the trail of clothes out of the bedroom and through the living room of the small apartment when he heard the shuffling behind him. The phone stopped ringing and now he’d never find it. Or his pants.
“I thought maybe I’d make us some lunch.” Red suggested, coming up behind him to run her hand over his bald head as she passed him on her way to the kitchen. She had his t-shirt on and a little pair of underwear. Usually he found it sexy as hell when girls wore his clothes, but it seemed that this instance was more to keep him hostage than turn him on.
“Okay, sure, but then I have to get going.” He relented, but pulled on his boxers before he followed her into the kitchen.
It turned out that her idea of making him lunch was making a couple of turkey sandwiches and heating up a can of Campbell’s soup. He was done in fifteen minutes, even though it felt like a damn hour.
“I thought maybe we’d hang out today? I mean, there isn’t a lot to do here in town but there’s a matinee showing down at the Plaza theater. I’m not sure what’s playing but I doubt we’ll see much of it anyway, if you know what I mean.” She chatted as she picked at her own sandwich.
“I’m kind of here with friends, you know. I think there’s a plan for the day.” He said, trying to figure out exactly how he was going to get his shirt back without her thinking it was some sort of come on.
“Oh, sure. We can go hang with your friends, if you want.” She stood from the table and made it half way to the door before she whipped off his shirt and tossed it at him. “I’ll go get dressed.”
“Uh… yeah, sure, um… where are my pants?” Best thing to do was get all his crap before he broke it to her that she wasn’t invited for a group hangout. Even if he’d liked her she wouldn’t be invited. He’d seen the annoyance on V’s face last night, and the rest of the group didn’t seem too thrilled to be forced to hang out with her for a couple of hours last night. He was damn sure that making a day of it would get him booted out of the club house and have him hitching back to Neptune.
“Oh, well, they’re in the dryer. Remember? You spilled, like, a gallon of beer on them last night before we came back here? I stuck them in there early this morning so at least they’d be dry before we went back to your place so you could change.” Her voice was fading a bit as she walked back to her bedroom and he went in search of the dryer. It was next to the washer in a small room off the kitchen. His cell phone lay on top of it, along with three dimes, a nickel, two sticks of gum, his pocket knife and a condom.
“What do you think the plan is for the day? I bet that friend of your has one of those nice cabin looking places right outside of town, near the lake? I’ve always wanted to see one of them up close but they all have these security systems or something around them that lets them know when there are trespassers on the property.” Her voice was getting closer again, and Weevil hurriedly pulled on his jeans. They wreaked of beer and cigarettes, but they’d do until he got back to the house and he could change into something cleaner… and cleaner smelling. He picked his phone. Twelve missed calls. Four from Veronica, six from Mac, one from the house phone and one from Logan. Seriously?
“Yeah, it’s one of those big ones.” He mumbled as he dialed Mac, who had been the last call that woke him up.
“You know, I hear that the Echolls have a place up there. Can you imagine? Movie stars! Do think your friend knows-” Red started but Weevil slid the door shut on her as he waited for Mac to pick up the phone.
“Finally learn how to pick up a phone?” Mac’s wry voice came over the line.
“I’m being held hostage. She just released my clothes but now she thinks that we’re going to hang out together with all my friends. Hey, did you know that the Echolls family has a house up here and they’re movie stars, can you imagine? Please, God, come and get me.” Weevil told her, looking for an exit in the small windowless room that held the washer, dryer and a year’s supply of Ramen noodles and Kraft Mac-n-Cheese.
“What? Your booty buddy not living up to the low, low standards required of her?” Mac asked and he could hear the laughter in her voice.
“No, she’s not. I think she’s trying to upgrade herself and could you just get here girl genius?” He was losing patience now. Mac was teasing him and Red was whining on the other side of the door.
“Okay, where are you?” Mac asked.
“I don’t know.” He replied, his annoyance and exasperation seeping into his voice.
“Well, we can’t come get you if we don’t know where you are and I don’t have my equipment here to trace your call so you’re just going to have to ask Jessie.” Mac’s voice was getting annoyed too, which was something because in all the time he’d spent around Veronica and her sidekicks, Mac was the one that didn’t annoy easily.
“Who’s Jessie?” Weevil asked, only half kidding.
“The girl you’ve probably been calling the wrong name for the last fifteen hours.” Mac told him. “Call me when you know where you are, we’ll head into town.” And then she hung up and he was alone with Red again.
“Hey Red, where are we exactly?” He asked as he opened the door. She stood there in just the skimpy pair of panties she’d had on under his shirt and a lacy bra that left nothing to the imagination.
“My apartment, just off Brooks… why?” Her eyes narrowed now in suspicion.
“My friend Mac is on the way and she needs to know the address.”
“Oh, well I could’ve driven us out there but if she’s already in town… I’ll hurry up.” She turned and started off down the hall.
“She’s on her way in and she’s just getting me, you’re not invited.” Weevil told her as headed for the front door.
“So, basically, you were just going to sleep with me and skip out? Is that what you were trying to do earlier? The nail and bail?” Her voice was inching higher, getting louder.
“Pretty much, yeah. That was the plan.” He smirked and turned to head to the front door, snagging his sneakers as he went.
“You… You… ASSHOLE!” She shrieked and he slipped out her front door as she flung a water glass at him. The door shut just as it crashed against the heavy metal.
~*~
He found his way back to the bar before long, dialing up Mac.
“Hey, so I ditched Red. Pick me up at the bar?”
“I guess. By the way, we’re leaving.” Mac told him, her voice mildly distracted as he heard the music change in the background.
“Oh, well, maybe I’ll have a beer while I wait. How long do you think it’ll take for you to get into town?” He asked, pulling open the door to the bar and stepping from the bright afternoon in to the darkness of the bar.
“No, we’re just pulling into town now, so we’ll be at the bar in about five minutes. No time for a beer but you might want to pick up a bag of chips and a soda because we’re heading back to Neptune from there.” Mac explained.
“Did you grab my stuff?” Weevil turned and left the building again, just in time to watch a small lime green VW Bug pull up.
“Yeah, I got your stuff.” Mac said as she slid out of the passenger seat and stepped aside for him to get in.
“Thanks,” he mumbled as he started to slide into the back seat. He glanced at the other backseat passenger and froze. A sullen Lilly sat, scrunched up as far into the left corner of the backseat, looking as if she was trying to get as far away from the cold breeze of an open door. That’s what it would look like to anyone else but him.
“Good night?” She asked snottily before inserting the earbuds to her iPod back into her ears.
“Oh. Hell. No!” Weevil complained as he pulled back out of the car and looked Mac straight in the face. “Shouldn’t she be riding with V and Echolls?”
“Well, they left earlier today and t Wallace, Parker and Piz took off about 30 minutes ago too. We, however, had to stick around for Lilly to finish packing and for you to finally pick up your phone.” Mac’s arms were crossed in front of her and she had, what he could only describe as, a pissed off mom look on her face. She’d probably had this exact argument with Lilly for the last 30 minutes once she learned that she’d be stuck in a backseat with him for six hours. “Now get in or you’ll have to find your own way home.”
“Maybe his new - what’d you call her Mac? - booty buddy will drive him home.” Lilly sneered at him. Weevil rolled his eyes as he slid into his seat and pressed himself up against the passenger side wall.
“This is going to be the funnest ride ever!” Mac exclaimed with faux enthusiasm as she climbed into her own seat and slammed her door shut. Weevil watched Dick smirk from the review mirror as he put the car in drive and they took off down the main drag toward the highway and out of town.
35: Dick
Rating: R (mentions of sex, swearing and the like)
Word Count: 2,212
Characters/Pairings: Weevil, Mac, Lilly the first, Dick, OFC (mentions: Logan, Veronica, Parker, Piz and Wallace)
Spoilers: All episodes (from 1.01: Pilot to 3.20: The Bitch Is Back. Just to be sure) Although this is obviously AU and there are obviously going to be some alterations to events and especially some in the last couple of episodes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Literally, nothing. So don’t sue me over this, because you won’t get anything. It all belongs to Rob Thomas and if I had owned it when it was still on the last season would have been way different.
Chapter 1: Awake/ Chapter 2: Homecoming/ Chapter 3: Forgive/ Chapter 4: Arrival/ Chapter 5: Reconnect/ Chapter 6: Belong/ Chapter 7: Bets/ Chapter 8: Fight/ Chapter 9: Battle/ Chapter 10: Retreat/ Chapter 11: Push/ Chapter 12: Sound/ Chapter 13: Potential/ Chapter 14: More/ Chapter 15: Storytime/ Chapter 16: Understanding/ Chapter 17: Piggyback/ Chapter 18: Sinners/ Chapter 19: Drama/ Chapter 20: Dinner/ Chapter 21: Armor/ Chapter 22:Mingle/ 23:Bubbly/ 24:Awkward/ 25:Closing/ 26: Drunks/ 27: Logan/ 28: Wallace/ 29: Mac/ 30: Parker/ 31: Duncan/ 32: Lilly/33: Piz
The Return
34
Weevil
~The Redhead~
He was cold, his head hurt and his back stung. He didn’t know where he was, couldn’t remember how they got here all that clearly, just that the redhead had drove them here and this was her apartment.
He was laying on his stomach, naked except for a sheet covering his ass and the redheads arm flung across his back. His left arm was curled underneath the pillow his head was on and his right arm was going numb from the fact that it lay straight out across the mattress and a mop of red hair rested on his shoulder. If he glanced down he could see the long fake claws tipping her fingers, which is probably why his back stung. In his experience not many girls actually put effort into the whole back scratching bit, but with the talons on this one he couldn’t really blame her.
Weevil tried slide off the bed away from her, trying not to disturb her sleep in the process. He didn’t remember too much about her from the night before, other than the fact that she talked incessantly and seemed to want to know an awful lot about him, his friends and where they were all from. One thing he didn’t remember is her name. It was probably something like Amber or Tiffany or Crystal or something. He didn’t really care, he wouldn’t be seeing her again and - if he could just get away - he wouldn’t be speaking to her again either.
“Where are you going?” Red asked, her voice having that breathiness girls gave it when they wanted to sound sexy and the rough quality all voices had when they hadn’t been used all night long.
“Away,” he told her, not bothering to sugarcoat his response. She had to know that this was a one night thing, right? After all he had to have said he was vacationing with friends about fifteen different times last night, she couldn’t possibly think that this was anything more that a one night thing. Unless… unless she had some illusion about tagging along on the trip home, getting out of her small town and going to the big city with him. What the hell?
“Don’t leave yet, we can still have a little fun first.” She purred, those damn nails running over his back and making the scratches sting again.
“I don’t have time,” He said, but already felt himself letting her pull him back into the bed. She was climbing on top of him, straddling him, and the guilt pooling in his stomach. He didn’t have anything to feel guilty about, he didn’t have a girlfriend, there was no one he was betraying by falling in bed with some nameless girl. But the guilt was there anyway, and spurred him on.
~*~
It was noon, maybe one, and his cell phone was ringing somewhere in the room. On the floor, maybe? Weevil slid out of bed, this time able to get out before Red woke up and tried to pull him back in. Not on the floor. On the dresser? Where exactly are his pants?
Weevil was following the trail of clothes out of the bedroom and through the living room of the small apartment when he heard the shuffling behind him. The phone stopped ringing and now he’d never find it. Or his pants.
“I thought maybe I’d make us some lunch.” Red suggested, coming up behind him to run her hand over his bald head as she passed him on her way to the kitchen. She had his t-shirt on and a little pair of underwear. Usually he found it sexy as hell when girls wore his clothes, but it seemed that this instance was more to keep him hostage than turn him on.
“Okay, sure, but then I have to get going.” He relented, but pulled on his boxers before he followed her into the kitchen.
It turned out that her idea of making him lunch was making a couple of turkey sandwiches and heating up a can of Campbell’s soup. He was done in fifteen minutes, even though it felt like a damn hour.
“I thought maybe we’d hang out today? I mean, there isn’t a lot to do here in town but there’s a matinee showing down at the Plaza theater. I’m not sure what’s playing but I doubt we’ll see much of it anyway, if you know what I mean.” She chatted as she picked at her own sandwich.
“I’m kind of here with friends, you know. I think there’s a plan for the day.” He said, trying to figure out exactly how he was going to get his shirt back without her thinking it was some sort of come on.
“Oh, sure. We can go hang with your friends, if you want.” She stood from the table and made it half way to the door before she whipped off his shirt and tossed it at him. “I’ll go get dressed.”
“Uh… yeah, sure, um… where are my pants?” Best thing to do was get all his crap before he broke it to her that she wasn’t invited for a group hangout. Even if he’d liked her she wouldn’t be invited. He’d seen the annoyance on V’s face last night, and the rest of the group didn’t seem too thrilled to be forced to hang out with her for a couple of hours last night. He was damn sure that making a day of it would get him booted out of the club house and have him hitching back to Neptune.
“Oh, well, they’re in the dryer. Remember? You spilled, like, a gallon of beer on them last night before we came back here? I stuck them in there early this morning so at least they’d be dry before we went back to your place so you could change.” Her voice was fading a bit as she walked back to her bedroom and he went in search of the dryer. It was next to the washer in a small room off the kitchen. His cell phone lay on top of it, along with three dimes, a nickel, two sticks of gum, his pocket knife and a condom.
“What do you think the plan is for the day? I bet that friend of your has one of those nice cabin looking places right outside of town, near the lake? I’ve always wanted to see one of them up close but they all have these security systems or something around them that lets them know when there are trespassers on the property.” Her voice was getting closer again, and Weevil hurriedly pulled on his jeans. They wreaked of beer and cigarettes, but they’d do until he got back to the house and he could change into something cleaner… and cleaner smelling. He picked his phone. Twelve missed calls. Four from Veronica, six from Mac, one from the house phone and one from Logan. Seriously?
“Yeah, it’s one of those big ones.” He mumbled as he dialed Mac, who had been the last call that woke him up.
“You know, I hear that the Echolls have a place up there. Can you imagine? Movie stars! Do think your friend knows-” Red started but Weevil slid the door shut on her as he waited for Mac to pick up the phone.
“Finally learn how to pick up a phone?” Mac’s wry voice came over the line.
“I’m being held hostage. She just released my clothes but now she thinks that we’re going to hang out together with all my friends. Hey, did you know that the Echolls family has a house up here and they’re movie stars, can you imagine? Please, God, come and get me.” Weevil told her, looking for an exit in the small windowless room that held the washer, dryer and a year’s supply of Ramen noodles and Kraft Mac-n-Cheese.
“What? Your booty buddy not living up to the low, low standards required of her?” Mac asked and he could hear the laughter in her voice.
“No, she’s not. I think she’s trying to upgrade herself and could you just get here girl genius?” He was losing patience now. Mac was teasing him and Red was whining on the other side of the door.
“Okay, where are you?” Mac asked.
“I don’t know.” He replied, his annoyance and exasperation seeping into his voice.
“Well, we can’t come get you if we don’t know where you are and I don’t have my equipment here to trace your call so you’re just going to have to ask Jessie.” Mac’s voice was getting annoyed too, which was something because in all the time he’d spent around Veronica and her sidekicks, Mac was the one that didn’t annoy easily.
“Who’s Jessie?” Weevil asked, only half kidding.
“The girl you’ve probably been calling the wrong name for the last fifteen hours.” Mac told him. “Call me when you know where you are, we’ll head into town.” And then she hung up and he was alone with Red again.
“Hey Red, where are we exactly?” He asked as he opened the door. She stood there in just the skimpy pair of panties she’d had on under his shirt and a lacy bra that left nothing to the imagination.
“My apartment, just off Brooks… why?” Her eyes narrowed now in suspicion.
“My friend Mac is on the way and she needs to know the address.”
“Oh, well I could’ve driven us out there but if she’s already in town… I’ll hurry up.” She turned and started off down the hall.
“She’s on her way in and she’s just getting me, you’re not invited.” Weevil told her as headed for the front door.
“So, basically, you were just going to sleep with me and skip out? Is that what you were trying to do earlier? The nail and bail?” Her voice was inching higher, getting louder.
“Pretty much, yeah. That was the plan.” He smirked and turned to head to the front door, snagging his sneakers as he went.
“You… You… ASSHOLE!” She shrieked and he slipped out her front door as she flung a water glass at him. The door shut just as it crashed against the heavy metal.
~*~
He found his way back to the bar before long, dialing up Mac.
“Hey, so I ditched Red. Pick me up at the bar?”
“I guess. By the way, we’re leaving.” Mac told him, her voice mildly distracted as he heard the music change in the background.
“Oh, well, maybe I’ll have a beer while I wait. How long do you think it’ll take for you to get into town?” He asked, pulling open the door to the bar and stepping from the bright afternoon in to the darkness of the bar.
“No, we’re just pulling into town now, so we’ll be at the bar in about five minutes. No time for a beer but you might want to pick up a bag of chips and a soda because we’re heading back to Neptune from there.” Mac explained.
“Did you grab my stuff?” Weevil turned and left the building again, just in time to watch a small lime green VW Bug pull up.
“Yeah, I got your stuff.” Mac said as she slid out of the passenger seat and stepped aside for him to get in.
“Thanks,” he mumbled as he started to slide into the back seat. He glanced at the other backseat passenger and froze. A sullen Lilly sat, scrunched up as far into the left corner of the backseat, looking as if she was trying to get as far away from the cold breeze of an open door. That’s what it would look like to anyone else but him.
“Good night?” She asked snottily before inserting the earbuds to her iPod back into her ears.
“Oh. Hell. No!” Weevil complained as he pulled back out of the car and looked Mac straight in the face. “Shouldn’t she be riding with V and Echolls?”
“Well, they left earlier today and t Wallace, Parker and Piz took off about 30 minutes ago too. We, however, had to stick around for Lilly to finish packing and for you to finally pick up your phone.” Mac’s arms were crossed in front of her and she had, what he could only describe as, a pissed off mom look on her face. She’d probably had this exact argument with Lilly for the last 30 minutes once she learned that she’d be stuck in a backseat with him for six hours. “Now get in or you’ll have to find your own way home.”
“Maybe his new - what’d you call her Mac? - booty buddy will drive him home.” Lilly sneered at him. Weevil rolled his eyes as he slid into his seat and pressed himself up against the passenger side wall.
“This is going to be the funnest ride ever!” Mac exclaimed with faux enthusiasm as she climbed into her own seat and slammed her door shut. Weevil watched Dick smirk from the review mirror as he put the car in drive and they took off down the main drag toward the highway and out of town.
35: Dick