Fic: Perfectly Clear
Title: Perfectly Clear
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Written for VM_Redux. From the prompt: Author’s Choice. Thinking made them angry. Memories only brought pain. Still they knew a life without the other was worse.
Spoilers: 1x02
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Just a little piece from how Veronica and Lamb were looking to the other as he was leaving the diner. Inspired by Jewel’s “Perfectly Clear.”
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Veronica hadn’t wanted to watch Lamb leave the diner. But he wasn’t looking away and she wasn’t going to break their gaze first. That would have shown weakness and she had vowed to never let him see her weakened again.
He made it easy when he pissed her off. Like just moments ago when he had chosen to sit beside her instead of her father while trading their usual barbs, trying to prove who was smarter. Just who was really in the right.
Don had decided he had won that round.
She still remembered a time that he would have lingered more in the doorway and now here she sat unable to comprehend why she was even thinking about that much less why she was missing it.
She didn’t want to think. Thinking made her angry. Memories only brought pain. But seeing him so perfectly silhouetted by the sunlight as he headed out she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t like it had been that long ago that she and her parents would run into him there when they decided to go out for breakfast and they had always invited him to sit with them and stay for as long as he could. Most of the times he had. And of course his favorite seat had always seemed to be the one beside Veronica. Maybe because he knew that was where she preferred him.
She didn’t want to think about that naïve, love-struck thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year old she had been who had almost all but stopped even looking at boys her own age because she had already set her sights on her father’s favorite deputy. Yet she knew no matter how much of her innocence had been obliterated there was at least that one part of her past that had yet to die.
She didn’t want to think how differently things should have been. But then there was that part of her that was reminded every day. Either because she was seeing him in person or on the news or just plain couldn’t avoid him in her dreams.
She could at least take comfort in Lamb not having said anything when he walked out. Instead only holding her gaze for as long as he could. Still it was all so perfectly clear. What was would never be again but, for better or worse in the cosmic joke that was their ever-crossing paths, they were stuck with each other.
They didn’t want to think about it. Thinking only made them angry. Memories only brought pain. But as much as they thought they wanted it, it was perfectly clear that a life without the other would be worse.
The End
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Written for VM_Redux. From the prompt: Author’s Choice. Thinking made them angry. Memories only brought pain. Still they knew a life without the other was worse.
Spoilers: 1x02
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Just a little piece from how Veronica and Lamb were looking to the other as he was leaving the diner. Inspired by Jewel’s “Perfectly Clear.”
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Veronica hadn’t wanted to watch Lamb leave the diner. But he wasn’t looking away and she wasn’t going to break their gaze first. That would have shown weakness and she had vowed to never let him see her weakened again.
He made it easy when he pissed her off. Like just moments ago when he had chosen to sit beside her instead of her father while trading their usual barbs, trying to prove who was smarter. Just who was really in the right.
Don had decided he had won that round.
She still remembered a time that he would have lingered more in the doorway and now here she sat unable to comprehend why she was even thinking about that much less why she was missing it.
She didn’t want to think. Thinking made her angry. Memories only brought pain. But seeing him so perfectly silhouetted by the sunlight as he headed out she couldn’t help herself. It wasn’t like it had been that long ago that she and her parents would run into him there when they decided to go out for breakfast and they had always invited him to sit with them and stay for as long as he could. Most of the times he had. And of course his favorite seat had always seemed to be the one beside Veronica. Maybe because he knew that was where she preferred him.
She didn’t want to think about that naïve, love-struck thirteen, fourteen and fifteen year old she had been who had almost all but stopped even looking at boys her own age because she had already set her sights on her father’s favorite deputy. Yet she knew no matter how much of her innocence had been obliterated there was at least that one part of her past that had yet to die.
She didn’t want to think how differently things should have been. But then there was that part of her that was reminded every day. Either because she was seeing him in person or on the news or just plain couldn’t avoid him in her dreams.
She could at least take comfort in Lamb not having said anything when he walked out. Instead only holding her gaze for as long as he could. Still it was all so perfectly clear. What was would never be again but, for better or worse in the cosmic joke that was their ever-crossing paths, they were stuck with each other.
They didn’t want to think about it. Thinking only made them angry. Memories only brought pain. But as much as they thought they wanted it, it was perfectly clear that a life without the other would be worse.
The End