Fic: The Bachelor and the Sheriff's Daughter (8/11) PG~13
Title: The Bachelor and the Sheriff’s Daughter (8/11)
Rating: PG-13 (for language and innuendo)
Summary: Keith requests that Lamb spend time with 16-year-old Veronica to curb her crush on the deputy. Only Keith hadn’t imagined his plan backfiring.
Spoilers: None for this chapter
Pairing/Characters: Eventual V/Lamb, Keith, Lilly, Sacks, mentions Lianne, Aaron, canon Lilly/Logan and canon Dick/Madison
Word Count: 1848 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Yes, this was inspired by “The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer” but it holds no spoilers for the film and you don’t need to see it in order to understand this.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
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Chapter 8:
“How went the fishing trip?” Keith asked when he heard the front door open the shared laughter from those walking into the living room.
“She got lucky,” Lamb answered.
“Jealous, much?” she asked as she looked up at him.
“What happened?” Keith asked, looking to the cooler Lamb had in his hand.
“First catch of the day was a fisherman’s boot,” he grinned.
“Which just happened to have a fish swimming in it by the time we pulled it up,” Veronica added.
“Boot fish? That’s what we’re having for dinner?” Keith asked, trying his hardest not to laugh.
“No, it was too small. I threw it back,” Lamb answered. “But we’ve got some good ones in here. You’re not takin’ ‘em all though. I’ve got big grilling plans of my own for some of these,” he went on as he headed into the kitchen.
“A boot? Really?” Keith Veronica again, nearly injuring himself as he continued to try to refrain from laughing.
“It was the hook’s fault,” she huffed. Though she couldn’t deny she had enjoyed the teamwork it had taken to bring the boot up. Of course the mocking she was sure to endure twofold now was less desirable, but oh well.
“Well at least the day sounds like it was some success,” Keith called out.
“Yeah,” Lamb called back through his search for a cutting board. “Kinda looking forward to a repeat.”
“Oh? Is that what you’ve got planned for tomorrow?” he asked, looking between them.
“I was promised a movie,” Veronica answered.
“So you two are still getting along well then, that’s nice,” Keith replied with a smile. The concern in his voice was lost on his daughter, however.
“Yeah, I still don’t get why Lilly and the others don’t want to hang out with us. He’s really a lot of fun despite being a deputy and what Lilly deems old.”
“You know you’ll have to spend time with your friends your own age at some point, don’t you?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, but I like these weekends. Lamb’s just easier to get along with then the others.”
Don, having overheard their conversation without even trying, only smiled to himself as he finished prepping the fish. Veronica was finally telling her father what she had told him. He wouldn’t have to be the one to do it, that much was a relief. He also knew what conversation he was about to be in for, but at least in the meantime he was able to enjoy once again hearing he was Veronica’s favorite person to spend time with.
And that conversation Don had more than hoped to avoid finally came on Tuesday night just as he was getting ready to head home.
Things like, “I’m not sure you should still be spending so much time with Veronica” and, “I would appreciate if you would work harder to convince her to spend more time with her friends” and, “Now might be a good time to distance yourself more from her” were all Keith seemed to be saying. Even if he had tried to sugarcoat it by telling him he was grateful for having done this for him and how even he had enjoyed having him around.
When Keith had then gone on to inform him he would be spending the next night on a stakeout with Sacks he failed to conceal all of his disappointment. He had gotten used to seeing Veronica during the middle of the week, having her bring dinner for her father and or him, getting to talk about their plans for the upcoming weekend. It had become a routine he had enjoyed. Though he realized Keith had to have noticed too. Veronica always showed up on Wednesday nights, always with food, and the fact she wasn’t shy about her occasional public displays of affection couldn’t have helped.
“Someone order a turkey sub?” Veronica chirped as she knocked on her father’s open door and held up the bag.
“That I did,” he smiled back to her, relieved to see that she only had the one bag with her.
Meanwhile Lamb had managed to convince Sacks to get them their dinner from the burger joint around the corner while he waited in the unmarked car for the alleged drug dealers they were staking out.
Blessed distraction came in the form of his vibrating cell phone a minute later. It managed to shake him from his reverie of just how Veronica was handling the night herself and what she would have brought him if he was at the station.
I owe u 1 trky sub, the text read. He smiled. So much for wondering what his dinner would have been. With that he knew he had to see her. Even if he couldn’t in the traditional sense, he knew a way that he could.
A few button presses later he was seeing Veronica’s smiling face staring back at him. He laughed to himself when he saw the pictures of him she had taken. And then there were the few pictures of them together on the boat, standing maybe a little too close to one another, smiling all the while.
It had really been a day he hoped he would never forget and as dangerous as he knew it was to keep the images, he couldn’t bring himself to delete them just yet. When this was over he knew he would want to remember this, for just in case she really did still want him when turned eighteen.
“You get a call?” Sacks asked as he climbed back into the car.
“No,” he answered quickly, trying to turn his phone off as quickly as he could.
“Blonde, huh? Not surprised,” the mustached deputy chuckled to himself, having seen a glimpse of the image his friend had been staring at.
Lamb only sighed as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. Nothing he could say would fix this. He could lie, which wouldn’t make a difference. He could tell the truth which would only make things worse. Or he could just keep quiet and hope Sacks would take the hint.
“That reminds me, Keith’s still got you baby-sitting Veronica, doesn’t he?”
“I’m not her baby-sitter,” he replied with a slight shift in his seat. The were supposed to be staking out this alleged crack house and if there was ever a night he would rather sit in silence with Sacks it was tonight. But here he was, having to combat his friend’s growing curiosity.
“What do you two do anyway? The idea of you and a teenage girl, just you shaping a young mind -”
“Do you wish Keith had asked you to hang out with her instead? Is that it?” He just wanted Sacks to shut up, any way to get that silence would do.
“No,” Sacks answered with a firm shake of his head. “I just can’t imagine you doing more then maybe watching TV with her while she eats all the ice cream in your freezer.”
Lamb just shook his head. It didn’t matter. Sacks didn’t need to know what they did during their time. Their time. Frak!
By the time he got home he just wanted to sleep, to forget this whole night and be one day closer to Saturday. Even if that was when he was supposed to distance himself from Veronica.
He realized just how much more difficult that would be when he walked into his apartment to find her sitting on his black leather sofa.
“You’re home,” she smiled as she stood.
He glanced to his watch. It was after eleven. “Veronica, what are you doing here? Does your dad know - “
“Like I’d tell him I was coming by to see my favorite deputy at his apartment? I don’t think so, I prefer you alive. He’s still at the station anyway, booking those guys you and Sacks busted tonight. Good going, by the way.”
“Yeah, thanks,” he sighed. He could already imagine Keith kicking in his door, shotgun in hand. “It’s late, Veronica.”
“I told you I owed you a turkey sub. And I admit I kind of didn’t want tonight to go by without our weekly not-so-surprise dinner delivery. I heard you were on a stakeout and I doubted you’d had anything real to eat, so here,” she told him as she handed him the bag.
Don could only smile as he took it. It was still warm. This girl was too sweet, and a little too obvious, for her own good. And likely for his. “Thank you. And I don’t want you to think I’m kicking you out, but -”
“You’ve got to be up early for work?” she asked with a half-smile.
“Yeah, I do. Your dad’s got me working a double and I can’t be late.” He knew he sounded a little more disappointed and tired than he had hoped, but this girl was trouble through and through and given that Keith wanted him spending less time with her already he knew that the last place she should be was here.
“I’ll see you Saturday then, Deputy,” she grinned before stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
He had let her, his eyes closing briefly from the second he felt her soft lips brush against his face. Really part of him was surprised she had waited this long to do it, but he had also been thankful. Even more so that she had never tried in front of her father.
His thankfulness was short-lived however when he felt her lips leave his cheek only to plant a lingering kiss to the side of his chin. He couldn’t even be surprised when her lips grazed his. She was only sixteen, it was after eleven - on a school night - and she was alone with him in his apartment. And now she was kissing him.
It was slow and tentative and Veronica was far too distracted by the fact she was finally acting on the want she’d had since she first set eyes on Lamb to notice that he wasn’t touching her beyond their chaste lip to lip exchange. To be fair, she hadn’t exactly been wrapping herself around him either.
When she finally pulled back, returning to reality, she had no idea what she would see and for that she was almost afraid to look up into Lamb’s eyes. Would he be angry? Throw her out? Tell her father? Tell her he couldn’t spend time with her anymore?
“Veronica -” he tried.
“I’m sorry,” she told him quickly, holding her hands up and taking a step back. “I don’t know why -”
“I do. I know you like me, Veronica and that’s okay, to a degree. There are just some lines we can’t cross. And not just because your dad would kill me. I like spending time with you, but there are just certain things -”
“I know. I know, I just - I’m sorry,” she repeated before picking up her purse and all but running out of his apartment without looking back.
Rating: PG-13 (for language and innuendo)
Summary: Keith requests that Lamb spend time with 16-year-old Veronica to curb her crush on the deputy. Only Keith hadn’t imagined his plan backfiring.
Spoilers: None for this chapter
Pairing/Characters: Eventual V/Lamb, Keith, Lilly, Sacks, mentions Lianne, Aaron, canon Lilly/Logan and canon Dick/Madison
Word Count: 1848 (this chapter)
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is not owned by me, but by Rob Thomas. I’m simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment.
A/N: Yes, this was inspired by “The Bachelor and the Bobby-Soxer” but it holds no spoilers for the film and you don’t need to see it in order to understand this.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
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Chapter 8:
“How went the fishing trip?” Keith asked when he heard the front door open the shared laughter from those walking into the living room.
“She got lucky,” Lamb answered.
“Jealous, much?” she asked as she looked up at him.
“What happened?” Keith asked, looking to the cooler Lamb had in his hand.
“First catch of the day was a fisherman’s boot,” he grinned.
“Which just happened to have a fish swimming in it by the time we pulled it up,” Veronica added.
“Boot fish? That’s what we’re having for dinner?” Keith asked, trying his hardest not to laugh.
“No, it was too small. I threw it back,” Lamb answered. “But we’ve got some good ones in here. You’re not takin’ ‘em all though. I’ve got big grilling plans of my own for some of these,” he went on as he headed into the kitchen.
“A boot? Really?” Keith Veronica again, nearly injuring himself as he continued to try to refrain from laughing.
“It was the hook’s fault,” she huffed. Though she couldn’t deny she had enjoyed the teamwork it had taken to bring the boot up. Of course the mocking she was sure to endure twofold now was less desirable, but oh well.
“Well at least the day sounds like it was some success,” Keith called out.
“Yeah,” Lamb called back through his search for a cutting board. “Kinda looking forward to a repeat.”
“Oh? Is that what you’ve got planned for tomorrow?” he asked, looking between them.
“I was promised a movie,” Veronica answered.
“So you two are still getting along well then, that’s nice,” Keith replied with a smile. The concern in his voice was lost on his daughter, however.
“Yeah, I still don’t get why Lilly and the others don’t want to hang out with us. He’s really a lot of fun despite being a deputy and what Lilly deems old.”
“You know you’ll have to spend time with your friends your own age at some point, don’t you?”
She shrugged. “Yeah, but I like these weekends. Lamb’s just easier to get along with then the others.”
Don, having overheard their conversation without even trying, only smiled to himself as he finished prepping the fish. Veronica was finally telling her father what she had told him. He wouldn’t have to be the one to do it, that much was a relief. He also knew what conversation he was about to be in for, but at least in the meantime he was able to enjoy once again hearing he was Veronica’s favorite person to spend time with.
And that conversation Don had more than hoped to avoid finally came on Tuesday night just as he was getting ready to head home.
Things like, “I’m not sure you should still be spending so much time with Veronica” and, “I would appreciate if you would work harder to convince her to spend more time with her friends” and, “Now might be a good time to distance yourself more from her” were all Keith seemed to be saying. Even if he had tried to sugarcoat it by telling him he was grateful for having done this for him and how even he had enjoyed having him around.
When Keith had then gone on to inform him he would be spending the next night on a stakeout with Sacks he failed to conceal all of his disappointment. He had gotten used to seeing Veronica during the middle of the week, having her bring dinner for her father and or him, getting to talk about their plans for the upcoming weekend. It had become a routine he had enjoyed. Though he realized Keith had to have noticed too. Veronica always showed up on Wednesday nights, always with food, and the fact she wasn’t shy about her occasional public displays of affection couldn’t have helped.
“Someone order a turkey sub?” Veronica chirped as she knocked on her father’s open door and held up the bag.
“That I did,” he smiled back to her, relieved to see that she only had the one bag with her.
Meanwhile Lamb had managed to convince Sacks to get them their dinner from the burger joint around the corner while he waited in the unmarked car for the alleged drug dealers they were staking out.
Blessed distraction came in the form of his vibrating cell phone a minute later. It managed to shake him from his reverie of just how Veronica was handling the night herself and what she would have brought him if he was at the station.
I owe u 1 trky sub, the text read. He smiled. So much for wondering what his dinner would have been. With that he knew he had to see her. Even if he couldn’t in the traditional sense, he knew a way that he could.
A few button presses later he was seeing Veronica’s smiling face staring back at him. He laughed to himself when he saw the pictures of him she had taken. And then there were the few pictures of them together on the boat, standing maybe a little too close to one another, smiling all the while.
It had really been a day he hoped he would never forget and as dangerous as he knew it was to keep the images, he couldn’t bring himself to delete them just yet. When this was over he knew he would want to remember this, for just in case she really did still want him when turned eighteen.
“You get a call?” Sacks asked as he climbed back into the car.
“No,” he answered quickly, trying to turn his phone off as quickly as he could.
“Blonde, huh? Not surprised,” the mustached deputy chuckled to himself, having seen a glimpse of the image his friend had been staring at.
Lamb only sighed as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. Nothing he could say would fix this. He could lie, which wouldn’t make a difference. He could tell the truth which would only make things worse. Or he could just keep quiet and hope Sacks would take the hint.
“That reminds me, Keith’s still got you baby-sitting Veronica, doesn’t he?”
“I’m not her baby-sitter,” he replied with a slight shift in his seat. The were supposed to be staking out this alleged crack house and if there was ever a night he would rather sit in silence with Sacks it was tonight. But here he was, having to combat his friend’s growing curiosity.
“What do you two do anyway? The idea of you and a teenage girl, just you shaping a young mind -”
“Do you wish Keith had asked you to hang out with her instead? Is that it?” He just wanted Sacks to shut up, any way to get that silence would do.
“No,” Sacks answered with a firm shake of his head. “I just can’t imagine you doing more then maybe watching TV with her while she eats all the ice cream in your freezer.”
Lamb just shook his head. It didn’t matter. Sacks didn’t need to know what they did during their time. Their time. Frak!
By the time he got home he just wanted to sleep, to forget this whole night and be one day closer to Saturday. Even if that was when he was supposed to distance himself from Veronica.
He realized just how much more difficult that would be when he walked into his apartment to find her sitting on his black leather sofa.
“You’re home,” she smiled as she stood.
He glanced to his watch. It was after eleven. “Veronica, what are you doing here? Does your dad know - “
“Like I’d tell him I was coming by to see my favorite deputy at his apartment? I don’t think so, I prefer you alive. He’s still at the station anyway, booking those guys you and Sacks busted tonight. Good going, by the way.”
“Yeah, thanks,” he sighed. He could already imagine Keith kicking in his door, shotgun in hand. “It’s late, Veronica.”
“I told you I owed you a turkey sub. And I admit I kind of didn’t want tonight to go by without our weekly not-so-surprise dinner delivery. I heard you were on a stakeout and I doubted you’d had anything real to eat, so here,” she told him as she handed him the bag.
Don could only smile as he took it. It was still warm. This girl was too sweet, and a little too obvious, for her own good. And likely for his. “Thank you. And I don’t want you to think I’m kicking you out, but -”
“You’ve got to be up early for work?” she asked with a half-smile.
“Yeah, I do. Your dad’s got me working a double and I can’t be late.” He knew he sounded a little more disappointed and tired than he had hoped, but this girl was trouble through and through and given that Keith wanted him spending less time with her already he knew that the last place she should be was here.
“I’ll see you Saturday then, Deputy,” she grinned before stretching up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
He had let her, his eyes closing briefly from the second he felt her soft lips brush against his face. Really part of him was surprised she had waited this long to do it, but he had also been thankful. Even more so that she had never tried in front of her father.
His thankfulness was short-lived however when he felt her lips leave his cheek only to plant a lingering kiss to the side of his chin. He couldn’t even be surprised when her lips grazed his. She was only sixteen, it was after eleven - on a school night - and she was alone with him in his apartment. And now she was kissing him.
It was slow and tentative and Veronica was far too distracted by the fact she was finally acting on the want she’d had since she first set eyes on Lamb to notice that he wasn’t touching her beyond their chaste lip to lip exchange. To be fair, she hadn’t exactly been wrapping herself around him either.
When she finally pulled back, returning to reality, she had no idea what she would see and for that she was almost afraid to look up into Lamb’s eyes. Would he be angry? Throw her out? Tell her father? Tell her he couldn’t spend time with her anymore?
“Veronica -” he tried.
“I’m sorry,” she told him quickly, holding her hands up and taking a step back. “I don’t know why -”
“I do. I know you like me, Veronica and that’s okay, to a degree. There are just some lines we can’t cross. And not just because your dad would kill me. I like spending time with you, but there are just certain things -”
“I know. I know, I just - I’m sorry,” she repeated before picking up her purse and all but running out of his apartment without looking back.