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Veronica Mars FanFic
Title: To Be the One You Need
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: Weevil/Veronica
Word Count: 1774
Rating:R
Summary: AU from Look Who’s Stalking, Veronica is comforted by Weevil
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leobrat and I am sincerely apologetic for its lateness. Beta'ed by the fabulous celtic_flicka and vanessagalore.
Spoilers: Through Seasons 1 & 2
Warnings: What if Veronica fell for Weevil?
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended
In the backseat of Weevil’s Impala, Veronica rested her head against the former gang leader’s shoulder, curling herself into the crook of his arm. She ran her hand in slow circles around and down his chest and abdomen and pulled his face towards hers, kissing him sloppily.
He pulled away from her slightly, eyeing her with a mix of lust and caution.
She tasted like rum and pineapple Lifesavers, and Weevil fought against a wave of déjà vu – another time, another beach, another blonde with candy-flavored kisses.
“Weevil,” Veronica murmured in his ear, “doncha wanna kiss me?” Her words slurred together, but that didn’t make them easy to ignore. Against his better judgment, he leaned back into her, touching her face with his hands, and kissed her softly.
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Weevil had found her on the beach, a several hours earlier, her head resting on her knees, her back shaking almost imperceptibly. He had momentarily considered walking past her. She hadn’t seen him and it would have been easy enough to walk past her, leaving her to wallow in whatever new misery had come her way. But when she had pulled her head up, and stared straight out at the water, tears silently running down her cheeks and looking terribly lonely, Weevil found himself sitting down in the sand next to her. Weevil knew a thing or two about loneliness lately, and the tiny girl on the beach was one of the few people in his life he actually cared about.
“You okay there, V?” he asked.
She seemed startled to find him there and brushed her hands against her cheeks hastily, embarrassed by her tears.
“Who, me?” she said, trying to smile and failing miserably. “Peachy keen. Never better.”
He shook his head. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked.
“Not really,” she answered, her voice sad and faraway.
“Can I fix it?” he asked.
“Nope,” she sighed.
“How about I beat somebody up? I haven't had the opportunity to kick the crap out of any assholes lately. Would that help?” he teased.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she said, laughing a tiny bit. "Really?"
“Would that really help, or have I really not kicked the crap out of anyone lately?” He smiled at her broadly, happy to hear her laughter.
Veronica returned to staring at the waves.
“Why do I suspect these tears on your face have the name 'Logan Echolls' written all over them?” he asked.
Veronica shrugged and didn’t meet his gaze.
“He try something stupid at that Alterna Prom party last night?” he asked.
She still said nothing but the instant tension in her whole body was answer enough.
“I’m not kidding, I will go kick some ass for you, just say the word.”
"It's not...It's nothing like..." Veronica started talking, unsure why she was sharing this particular information with this particular…friend? Acquaintance? Accomplice? “He said…he said some things that made me think…that he was really sorry for last summer. Things that made me think maybe he still,” she swallowed hard and looked intently at the sand between her feet.
“That maybe he still loved you?” Weevil asked quietly, trying to ignore a feeling of disappointment in his gut that he hadn’t even been aware of until just this second.
“Yeah,” she said, so quietly he had to strain to hear her.
“And you still love him?” Weevil concluded.
Veronica shrugged again. “I don’t know what I think. He tried to kiss me, and I got freaked out by everything he was saying… and I ran away.”
Weevil brought his hand to his face and scratched his lip with his thumb thoughtfully. “And now you’re regretting that you ran away?”
“No, I…not exactly,” she said. “I went up to his room this morning, to try to talk about
what he meant and…why am I even telling you this?”
“I don’t know,” Weevil conceded. “It’s just my face, it makes everyone want to tell me their deepest, darkest secrets. I’m practically Oprah,” he joked, trying to lighten her mood. Trying to veer away from whatever had happened that was making her so sad.
“When I went to his room…” Veronica paused and the look on her face was so pained that Weevil was suddenly gripped with a desire to find Echolls and beat the everliving shit out of him.
“What did he do?” Weevil asked, his voice so cold it surprised Veronica. “Did he hurt you? Did he lay a finger on you? Don’t think I've forgotten the bruises that bastard put on Lilly. I will throw him off the roof of that damn hotel if he laid even a pinky on you!” Weevil growled, remembering all of the reasons he had to resent Logan Echolls, even disregarding the events from the night on the bridge.
“What?” Veronica asked, surprised and forgetting momentarily the pain of finding Kendall Casablancas wrapped around Logan that morning. “What are you talking about? Bruises on Lilly? Logan never…Lilly never had bruises from…why would you…what are you talking about?”
“Yeah, well I’m guessing you didn’t see Lilly naked quite as often as I did,” Weevil said, his tone quiet and dangerous. “She had dark, finger-shaped bruises on her arms at least twice, and a big round bruise on her back another time.”
Veronica looked at him. “Sophomore year?” she asked.
“Yeah, well, her sophomore year. She and I, we were together on and off that spring - whenever she wasn’t with that jackass. And when I asked her about the bruises, she gave me some bullshit story about wrestling with Duncan in their pool. Like Duncan could have been responsible for that shit.” Weevil made a disgusted sound.
Veronica was quiet for a minute, more surprised by the revelation of how much time Lilly and Weevil had spent together than by the fact that he knew about the bruises. Even after all this time, the secrets that Lilly had kept from her were painful. And as angry as she was at Logan for crawling into bed with Kendall-the-Skanky-Sex-Goddess, she couldn’t let Weevil believe the wrong boy had been responsible.
Veronica put her hand on Weevil’s arm, the leather of his jacket warm and supple in the afternoon sun. “Weevil, it was Duncan who put those bruises on Lilly.”
“Yeah, well, whatta you know about it?” Weevil said defensively.
“I did see the ones on her arm, at the time. And she told me that she and Duncan had an argument over the remote control. I thought it was odd but I didn’t question her about it. She and Duncan fought about all kinds of things,” Veronica said.
“So just because she was covering for Logan with the same story to both of us – that makes the story true?” Weevil snapped.
“No,” Veronica shook her head. “I think we both know all too well that Lilly was keeping secrets from both of us.”
“Then what makes you so sure it was Duncan and not Douchebag Echolls? And don’t even try to tell me that Logan wouldn’t put bruises on Lilly because of the bruises his daddy put all over him and his mom. Sometimes the apple don’t fall far from the tree.” Weevil said, trying to keep the rising anger out of his voice.
“You know about that?” Veronica asked, astounded.
“My grandmother worked for that bastard for five years,” Weevil explained. “I know all kinds of things.”
Veronica was quiet for a minute, marveling that Weevil had kept Logan’s most closely guarded secret – had kept it so well that even Logan didn’t know that he knew.
“Did you know that Lilly was sleeping with Aaron?” Veronica asked.
Weevil turned his face back towards hers, surprised to find her hand still resting comfortably on his arm.
“No,” he said. “That secret? That secret Lilly kept to her grave. I wish I had known. Maybe if…maybe she would still be…” Weevil stopped, unable to finish the sentence.
“I know,” Veronica said. “I keep thinking, if she had told me what she was doing, I could have told my dad, and Aaron wouldn’t have…”
Weevil nodded, a silent recognition that they were both haunted by ghosts of what might have been.
“I suppose it coulda been the Senior Douchebag Echolls who put those bruises on her. Wouldn’t surprise me if Aaron liked a little rough trade,” Weevil said, disgusted, slipping his jacket off and laying it down in front of them.
Veronica shuddered. “The reason I know it was Duncan,” she said, “is because Duncan told me it was his fault.”
“What?” Weevil said.
“After we got back together, he told me about it. Duncan has a kind of epilepsy, and if his meds were wrong, he would have violent seizures. That’s when the bruises happened. That’s the reason…” Veronica stopped and took a deep breath.
Weevil stared at her expectantly.
“That’s the reason the Kanes originally thought it was Duncan who had killed her. Because of the fits that he had, when he shook her and bruised her…they thought he had had a terrible seizure and that’s how…that’s how they thought Lilly died.”
Veronica looked at him, surprised to see a tear in the corner of his eye. Weevil wiped it away, muttering about the wind and sand in his face.
“It’s okay,” Veronica said. “I loved Lilly, too.”
“Never said I loved her,” Weevil answered defensively.
Veronica simply raised her eyebrows in response, staring pointedly at the tattoo on his arm.
“Yeah, well, maybe I did. Maybe I thought I did. And maybe I didn’t know her at all,” Weevil said.
“I don’t think any of us knew who she was,” Veronica said. “But I know I loved her.”
Weevil nodded again, and for a few minutes neither of them said anything, staring at the waves in companionable silence.
“So what happened this morning?” Weevil asked. “With Logan?”
“Let’s just say that he must have moved on pretty abruptly after I left the Grande, because he had a bimbo wrapped around him this morning,” Veronica said. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“What do you want to do?” Weevil asked. “I’ve got nothin’ goin’ on today. You wanna go somewhere?”
“You know,” Veronica said, “when we were younger, Lilly loved to go the zoo, you know, the Wild Animal Park at the San Diego Zoo.”
“You wanna go to the Zoo?” Weevil asked, the tone of his voice implying that she may as well have just suggested going to the moon.
“Never mind, it was a dumb idea,” Veronica said, dejectedly.
“It’s not a dumb idea, it’s just…I don’t think I’ve been to the Zoo since I was little. But that’s okay, you wanna go to the Zoo, we’ll go to the Zoo. I’ve got no street cred left to lose anyway. But if anyone sees us – it was your idea.”
To Be Continued
Title: To Be the One You Need
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: Weevil/Veronica
Word Count: 1774
Rating:R
Summary: AU from Look Who’s Stalking, Veronica is comforted by Weevil
This was written for
vm_santa as a gift for leobrat and I am sincerely apologetic for its lateness. Beta'ed by the fabulous celtic_flicka and vanessagalore. Spoilers: Through Seasons 1 & 2
Warnings: What if Veronica fell for Weevil?
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended
In the backseat of Weevil’s Impala, Veronica rested her head against the former gang leader’s shoulder, curling herself into the crook of his arm. She ran her hand in slow circles around and down his chest and abdomen and pulled his face towards hers, kissing him sloppily.
He pulled away from her slightly, eyeing her with a mix of lust and caution.
She tasted like rum and pineapple Lifesavers, and Weevil fought against a wave of déjà vu – another time, another beach, another blonde with candy-flavored kisses.
“Weevil,” Veronica murmured in his ear, “doncha wanna kiss me?” Her words slurred together, but that didn’t make them easy to ignore. Against his better judgment, he leaned back into her, touching her face with his hands, and kissed her softly.
**************
Weevil had found her on the beach, a several hours earlier, her head resting on her knees, her back shaking almost imperceptibly. He had momentarily considered walking past her. She hadn’t seen him and it would have been easy enough to walk past her, leaving her to wallow in whatever new misery had come her way. But when she had pulled her head up, and stared straight out at the water, tears silently running down her cheeks and looking terribly lonely, Weevil found himself sitting down in the sand next to her. Weevil knew a thing or two about loneliness lately, and the tiny girl on the beach was one of the few people in his life he actually cared about.
“You okay there, V?” he asked.
She seemed startled to find him there and brushed her hands against her cheeks hastily, embarrassed by her tears.
“Who, me?” she said, trying to smile and failing miserably. “Peachy keen. Never better.”
He shook his head. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked.
“Not really,” she answered, her voice sad and faraway.
“Can I fix it?” he asked.
“Nope,” she sighed.
“How about I beat somebody up? I haven't had the opportunity to kick the crap out of any assholes lately. Would that help?” he teased.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” she said, laughing a tiny bit. "Really?"
“Would that really help, or have I really not kicked the crap out of anyone lately?” He smiled at her broadly, happy to hear her laughter.
Veronica returned to staring at the waves.
“Why do I suspect these tears on your face have the name 'Logan Echolls' written all over them?” he asked.
Veronica shrugged and didn’t meet his gaze.
“He try something stupid at that Alterna Prom party last night?” he asked.
She still said nothing but the instant tension in her whole body was answer enough.
“I’m not kidding, I will go kick some ass for you, just say the word.”
"It's not...It's nothing like..." Veronica started talking, unsure why she was sharing this particular information with this particular…friend? Acquaintance? Accomplice? “He said…he said some things that made me think…that he was really sorry for last summer. Things that made me think maybe he still,” she swallowed hard and looked intently at the sand between her feet.
“That maybe he still loved you?” Weevil asked quietly, trying to ignore a feeling of disappointment in his gut that he hadn’t even been aware of until just this second.
“Yeah,” she said, so quietly he had to strain to hear her.
“And you still love him?” Weevil concluded.
Veronica shrugged again. “I don’t know what I think. He tried to kiss me, and I got freaked out by everything he was saying… and I ran away.”
Weevil brought his hand to his face and scratched his lip with his thumb thoughtfully. “And now you’re regretting that you ran away?”
“No, I…not exactly,” she said. “I went up to his room this morning, to try to talk about
what he meant and…why am I even telling you this?”
“I don’t know,” Weevil conceded. “It’s just my face, it makes everyone want to tell me their deepest, darkest secrets. I’m practically Oprah,” he joked, trying to lighten her mood. Trying to veer away from whatever had happened that was making her so sad.
“When I went to his room…” Veronica paused and the look on her face was so pained that Weevil was suddenly gripped with a desire to find Echolls and beat the everliving shit out of him.
“What did he do?” Weevil asked, his voice so cold it surprised Veronica. “Did he hurt you? Did he lay a finger on you? Don’t think I've forgotten the bruises that bastard put on Lilly. I will throw him off the roof of that damn hotel if he laid even a pinky on you!” Weevil growled, remembering all of the reasons he had to resent Logan Echolls, even disregarding the events from the night on the bridge.
“What?” Veronica asked, surprised and forgetting momentarily the pain of finding Kendall Casablancas wrapped around Logan that morning. “What are you talking about? Bruises on Lilly? Logan never…Lilly never had bruises from…why would you…what are you talking about?”
“Yeah, well I’m guessing you didn’t see Lilly naked quite as often as I did,” Weevil said, his tone quiet and dangerous. “She had dark, finger-shaped bruises on her arms at least twice, and a big round bruise on her back another time.”
Veronica looked at him. “Sophomore year?” she asked.
“Yeah, well, her sophomore year. She and I, we were together on and off that spring - whenever she wasn’t with that jackass. And when I asked her about the bruises, she gave me some bullshit story about wrestling with Duncan in their pool. Like Duncan could have been responsible for that shit.” Weevil made a disgusted sound.
Veronica was quiet for a minute, more surprised by the revelation of how much time Lilly and Weevil had spent together than by the fact that he knew about the bruises. Even after all this time, the secrets that Lilly had kept from her were painful. And as angry as she was at Logan for crawling into bed with Kendall-the-Skanky-Sex-Goddess, she couldn’t let Weevil believe the wrong boy had been responsible.
Veronica put her hand on Weevil’s arm, the leather of his jacket warm and supple in the afternoon sun. “Weevil, it was Duncan who put those bruises on Lilly.”
“Yeah, well, whatta you know about it?” Weevil said defensively.
“I did see the ones on her arm, at the time. And she told me that she and Duncan had an argument over the remote control. I thought it was odd but I didn’t question her about it. She and Duncan fought about all kinds of things,” Veronica said.
“So just because she was covering for Logan with the same story to both of us – that makes the story true?” Weevil snapped.
“No,” Veronica shook her head. “I think we both know all too well that Lilly was keeping secrets from both of us.”
“Then what makes you so sure it was Duncan and not Douchebag Echolls? And don’t even try to tell me that Logan wouldn’t put bruises on Lilly because of the bruises his daddy put all over him and his mom. Sometimes the apple don’t fall far from the tree.” Weevil said, trying to keep the rising anger out of his voice.
“You know about that?” Veronica asked, astounded.
“My grandmother worked for that bastard for five years,” Weevil explained. “I know all kinds of things.”
Veronica was quiet for a minute, marveling that Weevil had kept Logan’s most closely guarded secret – had kept it so well that even Logan didn’t know that he knew.
“Did you know that Lilly was sleeping with Aaron?” Veronica asked.
Weevil turned his face back towards hers, surprised to find her hand still resting comfortably on his arm.
“No,” he said. “That secret? That secret Lilly kept to her grave. I wish I had known. Maybe if…maybe she would still be…” Weevil stopped, unable to finish the sentence.
“I know,” Veronica said. “I keep thinking, if she had told me what she was doing, I could have told my dad, and Aaron wouldn’t have…”
Weevil nodded, a silent recognition that they were both haunted by ghosts of what might have been.
“I suppose it coulda been the Senior Douchebag Echolls who put those bruises on her. Wouldn’t surprise me if Aaron liked a little rough trade,” Weevil said, disgusted, slipping his jacket off and laying it down in front of them.
Veronica shuddered. “The reason I know it was Duncan,” she said, “is because Duncan told me it was his fault.”
“What?” Weevil said.
“After we got back together, he told me about it. Duncan has a kind of epilepsy, and if his meds were wrong, he would have violent seizures. That’s when the bruises happened. That’s the reason…” Veronica stopped and took a deep breath.
Weevil stared at her expectantly.
“That’s the reason the Kanes originally thought it was Duncan who had killed her. Because of the fits that he had, when he shook her and bruised her…they thought he had had a terrible seizure and that’s how…that’s how they thought Lilly died.”
Veronica looked at him, surprised to see a tear in the corner of his eye. Weevil wiped it away, muttering about the wind and sand in his face.
“It’s okay,” Veronica said. “I loved Lilly, too.”
“Never said I loved her,” Weevil answered defensively.
Veronica simply raised her eyebrows in response, staring pointedly at the tattoo on his arm.
“Yeah, well, maybe I did. Maybe I thought I did. And maybe I didn’t know her at all,” Weevil said.
“I don’t think any of us knew who she was,” Veronica said. “But I know I loved her.”
Weevil nodded again, and for a few minutes neither of them said anything, staring at the waves in companionable silence.
“So what happened this morning?” Weevil asked. “With Logan?”
“Let’s just say that he must have moved on pretty abruptly after I left the Grande, because he had a bimbo wrapped around him this morning,” Veronica said. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“What do you want to do?” Weevil asked. “I’ve got nothin’ goin’ on today. You wanna go somewhere?”
“You know,” Veronica said, “when we were younger, Lilly loved to go the zoo, you know, the Wild Animal Park at the San Diego Zoo.”
“You wanna go to the Zoo?” Weevil asked, the tone of his voice implying that she may as well have just suggested going to the moon.
“Never mind, it was a dumb idea,” Veronica said, dejectedly.
“It’s not a dumb idea, it’s just…I don’t think I’ve been to the Zoo since I was little. But that’s okay, you wanna go to the Zoo, we’ll go to the Zoo. I’ve got no street cred left to lose anyway. But if anyone sees us – it was your idea.”
To Be Continued
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I'm curious about the rest of this, too.
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I'm still wishing for a PP update! Pretty please?
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