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awritinglilypea) wrote2007-11-16 08:33 pm
awritinglilypea) wrote2007-11-16 08:33 pm
VMars Fic: Going Somewhere 3/?
Title: Going Somewhere
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The disclaimer can be found in my profile. To put it simply don't own, don't sue.
Summary: Veronica has had a lot to think about lately, and when she runs into Weevil one day in the hallway she finds she has a lot more to think about, like why she can't stop watching him no matter what he does.
Author’s Note: I’m sorry this took so long, I really didn’t mean to take this long but as with everything life got in the way. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, alerted and added me to their favorites’. I appreciate it I really do. I promise chapter four won’t take so long.
Veronica sat outside her favourite old haunt, the Camelot Hotel with her camera dangling lightly from her fingertips. She glanced over at the clock and sighed, it was getting late, just a little too late. The higher the time on the clock crept it seemed like she thought about relationships and what had been happening over the past few days more. 3am and Veronica was still stuck in the car waiting for the money shot on a Tuesday night, scant days after she had spent time laid up in bed or on the couch with Weevil as her only human companion. She didn’t want to think about him right now, or the look he got in his eyes every time he looked at her.
Noticing someone coming out of the hotel room she automatically sat up and began taking pictures, leaning slightly out the window. When Veronica thought she had enough shots she wound up her window and began flipping through them, so preoccupied she didn’t notice someone approaching her SUV. She choked out a gasp when the man she had been taking photographs of jumped into her passenger seat; his lips pressed in a thin tight line as he reached over and grabbed her around the waist with one burly arm dragging her across the seat and out of the SUV.
“Let go of me,” Veronica managed to say, kicking she tried to grab her tazer as she slid across the center console, only knocking her bag to the floor; cell phone and tazer falling out in the process. She could feel panic growing in her chest, tightening as if someone had wrapped a rubber band around her heart and lungs, permanently binding them together.
“Why the hell are you taking pictures of me you little bitch?” The man growled as he hauled her towards his car, easily carrying her small form against what she now noticed was a rock hard chest. He opened the trunk, attempting to shove her into it, barely making a strained noise as he lifted her higher in the air, her feet now off the ground.
Veronica remembered, in a flash, the face of her client, covered by dark sunglasses as she pleaded for Veronica’s help, the weather outside dark and stormy. Her face had been covered in a thick layer of make up as though she had been attempting to hide something, and in that moment Veronica knew if she didn’t fight harder she could find herself in more trouble then she could handle. She began kicking and screaming in earnest, as hard and as loud as she could manage before stopping abruptly, allowing herself to become dead weight.
When the man dropped her Veronica ran as fast as she could towards her vehicle, jumping in she immediately locked the door. Her hands shook as she tried to start the vehicle finally getting it on her third try she peeled off down the street; leaning down she grasped her cell phone with her right hand. Without thinking she dialed the first number she could think of, her thoughts scattered as her heart pounded so fast she could feel it in her throat.
“Hello?” A masculine voice muttered roughly into the phone, hoarse with sleep. “V is that you? It’s three in the morning girl, what could you possibly need this early?”
“Weevil shut up, I can’t think,” Veronica snapped before she could stop herself. Normally, as much as she hated to admit it, the way he sounded would cause a spark of desire to shoot down her spine but right now all she felt was fear. “Some guy is following me,” She murmured into the phone, angry at the teas filling her eyes.
Halfway across town Weevil sat up in bed so quickly it was amazing he didn’t injure himself. “Okay,” He said, suddenly wide awake. “Are you driving?” His voice was calm, not belying the panic he felt, slightly reminding Veronica of a 911 operator. He tugged on a pair of jeans with one hand, managing to even button them. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to go help someone in the middle of the night, but typically Veronica was more cautious.
“Y-Yes,” Veronica stuttered out, hating herself more every minute for how much weakness she was showing him. Her left hand tightened on the steering wheel, her right gripping the phone as though it was all that could save her right then.
“Okay, I’m going to use my home phone to call the sheriff’s office and tell your father what’s going on. I need you to just wait and stay calm for a moment; can you do that for me V?” Weevil pulled his cell phone away from his ear slightly; dialing the number he explained the situation to Leo D’Amato in a low voice. “V, are you still there?” He asked, his voice gruff with concern when he put the cell phone back to his ear.
Veronica tucked the phone beneath her chin and sped up a bit as she passed Neptune High. “I’m still here,” She murmured into the phone, feeling a strange sense of calm and desperation mingle all at once. It felt like she was being pulled apart inside.
“Drive to the Sheriff’s department,” Weevil instructed grabbing his keys he was glad he had borrowed his uncle’s car earlier, closing the door on his way out of the apartment. His mind was racing so fast it was almost dizzying, worry nagging at him. “Me and some deputies will be meeting you there V,” He informed her. “Tell me about this guy.”
“His wife hired me to find out whether he was cheating or not,” Veronica responded, on automatic at this point. Her hands slackened on the wheel somewhat as she passed more familiar sights, she was now thankful she had called Weevil despite her confusion as to why he would be the first person she did.
“What went wrong after that? That sounds like a routine stake out to me,” Weevil muttered into the phone, the low growl of his voice causing her to shiver.
Veronica couldn’t help but smile somewhat, even now, touched by his worry for her. “He jumped in my car and dragged me out of it. Next thing I knew he was trying to shove me into his trunk,” She explained, her voice shaking.
Weevil inhaled sharply, his own hand white knuckled on the wheel as he pulled into the parking lot of the Sheriff’s office, never more relieved to see Keith Mars and a few deputies waiting for him. He parked quickly and slid out of the car, “I’m waiting for you V, and I’m here for you.”
Feeling a wave of warmth and comfort rush through her Veronica couldn’t help but smile even as tears pricked her eyes. She knew now why she had called him; Weevil had always been there for her hadn’t he? He made her feel cared for, safe like no one else had but not for lack of trying of course. Duncan had been too sweet despite the edge of psychotic anger that seemed to permeate through every gesture. No, Duncan had been too unpredictable and scary to have made her feel safe. And Logan…well…she had never really been able to trust Logan, not even when the two of them had been just friends.
“You still with me Veronica?” Weevil asked, trying to ignore how hard his heart was beating. He was genuinely afraid for his friend…the girl he cared for more than anything else at that moment. He couldn’t seem to ever find a label for her; friend just seemed too common a word to describe Veronica.
Veronica gritted her teeth as she took a particularly hard turn, “Almost there,” She murmured, wishing she could just close her eyes and wait for it all to be over. She couldn’t do that anymore, hadn’t been able to do that since her best friend had been killed.
“Gracias dio,” Weevil thanked whoever above that she was still safe, and almost with him. “You better make it here in one piece V or I might just suffer from heart failure over here.”
“Heart failure? That’s not the PCHer way Weevil,” Veronica couldn’t help but tease him, the familiar bite of words on her tongue more comforting than anything else he could offer her.
Weevil couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face hearing her tone of voice. “I’ve not been PCH for a while Mars, I thought you knew,” He responded quickly to her words, glad that she thought clearly enough to spar verbally with her.
Veronica grinned, “I’ll be sure to tell your parole officer that. Eli Weevil Navarro is a gentle law abiding citizen who knits in his spare time.”
“Gentle? Baby I thought you liked it rough,” Weevil purred into the phone, falling back on old habits.
“I notice you didn’t object to knitting,” Veronica could feel her face flush at his words. She sped up somewhat when she saw the man turn onto the road behind her. “Tell my dad that the license plate is 5KR8619,” She rattled it off, gripping the wheel tighter.
Weevil jogged toward the Sheriff and told him. “Where are you Veronica?” He asked, noticing the worried look in Sheriff’s eyes.
“Around the corner,” Veronica responded, turning the corner she felt breathless when she saw Weevil standing in the parking lot. He waved at her and moved quickly towards her vehicle as she opened the door. “Weevil,” She hugged him.
Wrapping her tightly in his arms Weevil resisted the urge to kiss her, taking the phone from her he hung it up. “I’ve got you,” He ignored the cruisers speeding by, taking care of his girl for the moment.
“Yeah you do,” Veronica clutched at the back of his shirt, twisting it in her hands somewhat. “You always do,” She said softer, almost as though she was speaking to herself.
Weevil pulled back somewhat, watching the Deputies who were still around, noticing the Sheriff looked a little lost as to where he could be. He gently urged Veronica over to her father, “Sir, you would like I could get Veronica home for you.” He offered, polite as ever.
Keith Mars visibly relaxed, running a hand over his head. “If you could stay with her Eli,” His voice trailed off as he looked at the young man, understanding dawning on him, understanding that Veronica would definitely not come to harm. Not even emotionally.
Nodding without a word Weevil led Veronica to his Uncle’s car, opening the door for her. “Watch your head,” was all he could say as his heart finally slowed down. She was okay, right here in front of him and seemingly uninjured.
“I’m okay,” Veronica murmured her voice almost dreamy before she closed the door. She seemed to be in a daze now that she was out of danger’s way as Weevil walked around the car and got in.
Hurriedly grabbing a blanket Weevil covered her with it just in case she was going into shock. “Are you sure?” He asked, brow furrowed. The last time he’d been this concerned about anyone was when his grandmother had started getting sick. It was the kind of worry that gnawed at a person until they had to find some kind of outlet.
Veronica looked at him, her eyes glazed as she nodded. “I don’t think I should've gone on that stake out tonight,” She told him, her voice hollow. “I didn’t feel very well in the first place but I just wanted something normal.”
Stronger men would’ve flinched at her last words if they felt the same way Weevil did for her. He didn’t because he knew she didn’t mean those words in a way which would hurt him. “Something tells me you don’t ever have a normal life Veronica, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that,” He spoke in a level voice even as every muscle in his body seemed to tighten.
“Do you ever think perhaps there’s no such thing as normal in Neptune?” Veronica asked him, licking her dry chapped lips. She seemed to be coming back into herself, her eyes a little bit clearer now. “The rest of the world must just point and laugh at us, because our town is highly rated on a soap opera scale.”
“I hope it hasn’t taken you this long to figure that out V,” Weevil responded lightly. “Neptune isn’t Neptune without its seedy underbelly. It wouldn’t exist without the 09ers or the PCH or people like you and your father,” He explained his views, scratching uncomfortably at his jaw. He still wasn’t used to exposing this much of himself, especially to someone who could dissect every last movement and word.
“Indeed, what would Neptune be without Weevils with hearts of gold,” Veronica adopted an upper class accent, teasing him.
“Baby you know there’s only ever gonna be one Weevil in your life, I’m all you can handle and then some,” Weevil glanced over, catching her eyes for a moment. A moment that was just a bit too long for his comfort level to not drop.
Veronica’s cheeks flushed and she cursed herself silently for thinking of all the ways she would certainly like to handle Weevil. “Whatever you say,” was all she could manage after floundering for words for a few moments. “You keep insisting on referring to your big ol’ hog but I have yet to see or hear evidence of any of those claims being true.”
“You want evidence?” Weevil turned his head to leer at her, arching an eyebrow. “I can show you evidence,” He smirked wondering if she would back down now.
“Maybe when we get back to my house you can give me a show,” Veronica responded, arching her eyebrow in reply back at him, smiling somewhat.
Weevil turned back to the road abruptly, a muscle tightening in his jaw as he tried to ignore the fire rushing through his veins.
Veronica settled into her seat, her mind racing. Every time she had been in trouble lately it seemed Weevil was the one who ended up taking her home at the end of the day. “Thank you,” She smiled when she realized she’d startled him out of his thoughts. It was new, seeing him in this light, as a thinker.
“For what? I haven’t done a thing,” Weevil answered easily, his grip on the wheel lessening somewhat.
Veronica smiled at him. “You always try to do that. Why do you always do that?” She asked, shaking her head in bemusement. “You downplay the role you have in everyone’s life like it’s nothing.”
Weevil visibly tensed once again, wanting this particular topic to be left alone. “I don’t,” He wouldn’t fool himself into thinking he was anything other than expendable. He was just another person she would forget about in the end.
Veronica waited until he had stopped the car before she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to him, “Look at me Weevil, and for once just tell me the truth, no dancing or verbal barbs, just the truth for once,” She insisted, her words filled with conviction.
“I don’t know what you wanna hear from me V because I don’t think you’re ready for the truth right now,” Weevil insisted before getting out of the car. He walked around it without a thought and opened the door, offering her a hand. “Do you need some help?” He asked.
Glaring Veronica shook her head and got out, brushing past him she realized the palms of her hands were stinging and was surprised to see she had scraped them. The adrenaline seemed to finally be wearing off after her dangerous encounter and her movements were sluggish, her senses the same, so much so she barely noticed Weevil coming up behind her.
“Let’s go get those cleaned up,” Weevil told her gruffly as he closed her door and locked it, taking her by the elbow he led her up the stairs to her apartment.
Veronica muttered angrily to herself as she unlocked the apartment door, her anger diminishing somewhat when Backup bounded towards her. She knelt down and hugged him, allowing him to lick her cheek. “I’m okay boy,” She told him before standing up, the scrapes on her hands still stinging, sharper now.
Weevil was wordless as he watched her with the dog, noticing she seemed to take comfort in the canine. “I’ll get your first aid kit,” He told her, a voice roughened with emotion before he went to look in the bathroom for it.
Sitting down on the couch Veronica smiled weakly when Backup hopped up beside her, resting his head on her leg. “Dunno what to do anymore boy,” She muttered to the dog, stroking behind his ears.
Searching the medicine cabinet Weevil thought to himself how odd it was to be here again in such a short time when all he’d ever wanted was just that. And now Keith Mars, SHERIFF Keith Mars trusted him, apparently. Did he want to blow that? He ran a hand over his bald head and grabbed the first aid kit, checking it had everything he needed.
“Did you fall in?” Veronica asked when he came into the living room, secretly glad he had given her time to gather her thoughts.
Weevil motioned for her to hold out her hands and wiped antiseptic across the wounds before blowing on them. “Okay?” He asked.
Veronica nodded, speech eluding her for the time being. She hated when this happened and it only seemed to happen around him. Usually she could manage to pass it off in a comedic way but doubted that would work this time.
She was so close right now. That was all Weevil could think about as he bandaged her hands, muscles tightened as though he was ready to find the guy and kill him himself. “All better,” He told her when he was done, packing up the kit and standing up. “Why don’t you go change into something more comfortable?” He asked, trying to distract them both with words.
“No matter how many times you ask for it Weevs I will not put on my nice silky negligee for you,” Veronica responded smartly, putting her foot into her mouth before she could even try to stop it.
Weevil swallowed, something smoldering inside him as she said those words. “Veronica,” His voice was low…a warning concealed within his words.
Veronica got up, smiling almost skittishly as she skirted around his large form and down the hall. “Going to change,” She said quickly.
Watching her go Weevil stifled a groan, rubbing his hands together. The thought of her in some satin negligee was definitely arousing, and a thought that was haunt his every waking minute and most likely some of his dreams.
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The disclaimer can be found in my profile. To put it simply don't own, don't sue.
Summary: Veronica has had a lot to think about lately, and when she runs into Weevil one day in the hallway she finds she has a lot more to think about, like why she can't stop watching him no matter what he does.
Author’s Note: I’m sorry this took so long, I really didn’t mean to take this long but as with everything life got in the way. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, alerted and added me to their favorites’. I appreciate it I really do. I promise chapter four won’t take so long.
Veronica sat outside her favourite old haunt, the Camelot Hotel with her camera dangling lightly from her fingertips. She glanced over at the clock and sighed, it was getting late, just a little too late. The higher the time on the clock crept it seemed like she thought about relationships and what had been happening over the past few days more. 3am and Veronica was still stuck in the car waiting for the money shot on a Tuesday night, scant days after she had spent time laid up in bed or on the couch with Weevil as her only human companion. She didn’t want to think about him right now, or the look he got in his eyes every time he looked at her.
Noticing someone coming out of the hotel room she automatically sat up and began taking pictures, leaning slightly out the window. When Veronica thought she had enough shots she wound up her window and began flipping through them, so preoccupied she didn’t notice someone approaching her SUV. She choked out a gasp when the man she had been taking photographs of jumped into her passenger seat; his lips pressed in a thin tight line as he reached over and grabbed her around the waist with one burly arm dragging her across the seat and out of the SUV.
“Let go of me,” Veronica managed to say, kicking she tried to grab her tazer as she slid across the center console, only knocking her bag to the floor; cell phone and tazer falling out in the process. She could feel panic growing in her chest, tightening as if someone had wrapped a rubber band around her heart and lungs, permanently binding them together.
“Why the hell are you taking pictures of me you little bitch?” The man growled as he hauled her towards his car, easily carrying her small form against what she now noticed was a rock hard chest. He opened the trunk, attempting to shove her into it, barely making a strained noise as he lifted her higher in the air, her feet now off the ground.
Veronica remembered, in a flash, the face of her client, covered by dark sunglasses as she pleaded for Veronica’s help, the weather outside dark and stormy. Her face had been covered in a thick layer of make up as though she had been attempting to hide something, and in that moment Veronica knew if she didn’t fight harder she could find herself in more trouble then she could handle. She began kicking and screaming in earnest, as hard and as loud as she could manage before stopping abruptly, allowing herself to become dead weight.
When the man dropped her Veronica ran as fast as she could towards her vehicle, jumping in she immediately locked the door. Her hands shook as she tried to start the vehicle finally getting it on her third try she peeled off down the street; leaning down she grasped her cell phone with her right hand. Without thinking she dialed the first number she could think of, her thoughts scattered as her heart pounded so fast she could feel it in her throat.
“Hello?” A masculine voice muttered roughly into the phone, hoarse with sleep. “V is that you? It’s three in the morning girl, what could you possibly need this early?”
“Weevil shut up, I can’t think,” Veronica snapped before she could stop herself. Normally, as much as she hated to admit it, the way he sounded would cause a spark of desire to shoot down her spine but right now all she felt was fear. “Some guy is following me,” She murmured into the phone, angry at the teas filling her eyes.
Halfway across town Weevil sat up in bed so quickly it was amazing he didn’t injure himself. “Okay,” He said, suddenly wide awake. “Are you driving?” His voice was calm, not belying the panic he felt, slightly reminding Veronica of a 911 operator. He tugged on a pair of jeans with one hand, managing to even button them. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to go help someone in the middle of the night, but typically Veronica was more cautious.
“Y-Yes,” Veronica stuttered out, hating herself more every minute for how much weakness she was showing him. Her left hand tightened on the steering wheel, her right gripping the phone as though it was all that could save her right then.
“Okay, I’m going to use my home phone to call the sheriff’s office and tell your father what’s going on. I need you to just wait and stay calm for a moment; can you do that for me V?” Weevil pulled his cell phone away from his ear slightly; dialing the number he explained the situation to Leo D’Amato in a low voice. “V, are you still there?” He asked, his voice gruff with concern when he put the cell phone back to his ear.
Veronica tucked the phone beneath her chin and sped up a bit as she passed Neptune High. “I’m still here,” She murmured into the phone, feeling a strange sense of calm and desperation mingle all at once. It felt like she was being pulled apart inside.
“Drive to the Sheriff’s department,” Weevil instructed grabbing his keys he was glad he had borrowed his uncle’s car earlier, closing the door on his way out of the apartment. His mind was racing so fast it was almost dizzying, worry nagging at him. “Me and some deputies will be meeting you there V,” He informed her. “Tell me about this guy.”
“His wife hired me to find out whether he was cheating or not,” Veronica responded, on automatic at this point. Her hands slackened on the wheel somewhat as she passed more familiar sights, she was now thankful she had called Weevil despite her confusion as to why he would be the first person she did.
“What went wrong after that? That sounds like a routine stake out to me,” Weevil muttered into the phone, the low growl of his voice causing her to shiver.
Veronica couldn’t help but smile somewhat, even now, touched by his worry for her. “He jumped in my car and dragged me out of it. Next thing I knew he was trying to shove me into his trunk,” She explained, her voice shaking.
Weevil inhaled sharply, his own hand white knuckled on the wheel as he pulled into the parking lot of the Sheriff’s office, never more relieved to see Keith Mars and a few deputies waiting for him. He parked quickly and slid out of the car, “I’m waiting for you V, and I’m here for you.”
Feeling a wave of warmth and comfort rush through her Veronica couldn’t help but smile even as tears pricked her eyes. She knew now why she had called him; Weevil had always been there for her hadn’t he? He made her feel cared for, safe like no one else had but not for lack of trying of course. Duncan had been too sweet despite the edge of psychotic anger that seemed to permeate through every gesture. No, Duncan had been too unpredictable and scary to have made her feel safe. And Logan…well…she had never really been able to trust Logan, not even when the two of them had been just friends.
“You still with me Veronica?” Weevil asked, trying to ignore how hard his heart was beating. He was genuinely afraid for his friend…the girl he cared for more than anything else at that moment. He couldn’t seem to ever find a label for her; friend just seemed too common a word to describe Veronica.
Veronica gritted her teeth as she took a particularly hard turn, “Almost there,” She murmured, wishing she could just close her eyes and wait for it all to be over. She couldn’t do that anymore, hadn’t been able to do that since her best friend had been killed.
“Gracias dio,” Weevil thanked whoever above that she was still safe, and almost with him. “You better make it here in one piece V or I might just suffer from heart failure over here.”
“Heart failure? That’s not the PCHer way Weevil,” Veronica couldn’t help but tease him, the familiar bite of words on her tongue more comforting than anything else he could offer her.
Weevil couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face hearing her tone of voice. “I’ve not been PCH for a while Mars, I thought you knew,” He responded quickly to her words, glad that she thought clearly enough to spar verbally with her.
Veronica grinned, “I’ll be sure to tell your parole officer that. Eli Weevil Navarro is a gentle law abiding citizen who knits in his spare time.”
“Gentle? Baby I thought you liked it rough,” Weevil purred into the phone, falling back on old habits.
“I notice you didn’t object to knitting,” Veronica could feel her face flush at his words. She sped up somewhat when she saw the man turn onto the road behind her. “Tell my dad that the license plate is 5KR8619,” She rattled it off, gripping the wheel tighter.
Weevil jogged toward the Sheriff and told him. “Where are you Veronica?” He asked, noticing the worried look in Sheriff’s eyes.
“Around the corner,” Veronica responded, turning the corner she felt breathless when she saw Weevil standing in the parking lot. He waved at her and moved quickly towards her vehicle as she opened the door. “Weevil,” She hugged him.
Wrapping her tightly in his arms Weevil resisted the urge to kiss her, taking the phone from her he hung it up. “I’ve got you,” He ignored the cruisers speeding by, taking care of his girl for the moment.
“Yeah you do,” Veronica clutched at the back of his shirt, twisting it in her hands somewhat. “You always do,” She said softer, almost as though she was speaking to herself.
Weevil pulled back somewhat, watching the Deputies who were still around, noticing the Sheriff looked a little lost as to where he could be. He gently urged Veronica over to her father, “Sir, you would like I could get Veronica home for you.” He offered, polite as ever.
Keith Mars visibly relaxed, running a hand over his head. “If you could stay with her Eli,” His voice trailed off as he looked at the young man, understanding dawning on him, understanding that Veronica would definitely not come to harm. Not even emotionally.
Nodding without a word Weevil led Veronica to his Uncle’s car, opening the door for her. “Watch your head,” was all he could say as his heart finally slowed down. She was okay, right here in front of him and seemingly uninjured.
“I’m okay,” Veronica murmured her voice almost dreamy before she closed the door. She seemed to be in a daze now that she was out of danger’s way as Weevil walked around the car and got in.
Hurriedly grabbing a blanket Weevil covered her with it just in case she was going into shock. “Are you sure?” He asked, brow furrowed. The last time he’d been this concerned about anyone was when his grandmother had started getting sick. It was the kind of worry that gnawed at a person until they had to find some kind of outlet.
Veronica looked at him, her eyes glazed as she nodded. “I don’t think I should've gone on that stake out tonight,” She told him, her voice hollow. “I didn’t feel very well in the first place but I just wanted something normal.”
Stronger men would’ve flinched at her last words if they felt the same way Weevil did for her. He didn’t because he knew she didn’t mean those words in a way which would hurt him. “Something tells me you don’t ever have a normal life Veronica, and I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that,” He spoke in a level voice even as every muscle in his body seemed to tighten.
“Do you ever think perhaps there’s no such thing as normal in Neptune?” Veronica asked him, licking her dry chapped lips. She seemed to be coming back into herself, her eyes a little bit clearer now. “The rest of the world must just point and laugh at us, because our town is highly rated on a soap opera scale.”
“I hope it hasn’t taken you this long to figure that out V,” Weevil responded lightly. “Neptune isn’t Neptune without its seedy underbelly. It wouldn’t exist without the 09ers or the PCH or people like you and your father,” He explained his views, scratching uncomfortably at his jaw. He still wasn’t used to exposing this much of himself, especially to someone who could dissect every last movement and word.
“Indeed, what would Neptune be without Weevils with hearts of gold,” Veronica adopted an upper class accent, teasing him.
“Baby you know there’s only ever gonna be one Weevil in your life, I’m all you can handle and then some,” Weevil glanced over, catching her eyes for a moment. A moment that was just a bit too long for his comfort level to not drop.
Veronica’s cheeks flushed and she cursed herself silently for thinking of all the ways she would certainly like to handle Weevil. “Whatever you say,” was all she could manage after floundering for words for a few moments. “You keep insisting on referring to your big ol’ hog but I have yet to see or hear evidence of any of those claims being true.”
“You want evidence?” Weevil turned his head to leer at her, arching an eyebrow. “I can show you evidence,” He smirked wondering if she would back down now.
“Maybe when we get back to my house you can give me a show,” Veronica responded, arching her eyebrow in reply back at him, smiling somewhat.
Weevil turned back to the road abruptly, a muscle tightening in his jaw as he tried to ignore the fire rushing through his veins.
Veronica settled into her seat, her mind racing. Every time she had been in trouble lately it seemed Weevil was the one who ended up taking her home at the end of the day. “Thank you,” She smiled when she realized she’d startled him out of his thoughts. It was new, seeing him in this light, as a thinker.
“For what? I haven’t done a thing,” Weevil answered easily, his grip on the wheel lessening somewhat.
Veronica smiled at him. “You always try to do that. Why do you always do that?” She asked, shaking her head in bemusement. “You downplay the role you have in everyone’s life like it’s nothing.”
Weevil visibly tensed once again, wanting this particular topic to be left alone. “I don’t,” He wouldn’t fool himself into thinking he was anything other than expendable. He was just another person she would forget about in the end.
Veronica waited until he had stopped the car before she unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to him, “Look at me Weevil, and for once just tell me the truth, no dancing or verbal barbs, just the truth for once,” She insisted, her words filled with conviction.
“I don’t know what you wanna hear from me V because I don’t think you’re ready for the truth right now,” Weevil insisted before getting out of the car. He walked around it without a thought and opened the door, offering her a hand. “Do you need some help?” He asked.
Glaring Veronica shook her head and got out, brushing past him she realized the palms of her hands were stinging and was surprised to see she had scraped them. The adrenaline seemed to finally be wearing off after her dangerous encounter and her movements were sluggish, her senses the same, so much so she barely noticed Weevil coming up behind her.
“Let’s go get those cleaned up,” Weevil told her gruffly as he closed her door and locked it, taking her by the elbow he led her up the stairs to her apartment.
Veronica muttered angrily to herself as she unlocked the apartment door, her anger diminishing somewhat when Backup bounded towards her. She knelt down and hugged him, allowing him to lick her cheek. “I’m okay boy,” She told him before standing up, the scrapes on her hands still stinging, sharper now.
Weevil was wordless as he watched her with the dog, noticing she seemed to take comfort in the canine. “I’ll get your first aid kit,” He told her, a voice roughened with emotion before he went to look in the bathroom for it.
Sitting down on the couch Veronica smiled weakly when Backup hopped up beside her, resting his head on her leg. “Dunno what to do anymore boy,” She muttered to the dog, stroking behind his ears.
Searching the medicine cabinet Weevil thought to himself how odd it was to be here again in such a short time when all he’d ever wanted was just that. And now Keith Mars, SHERIFF Keith Mars trusted him, apparently. Did he want to blow that? He ran a hand over his bald head and grabbed the first aid kit, checking it had everything he needed.
“Did you fall in?” Veronica asked when he came into the living room, secretly glad he had given her time to gather her thoughts.
Weevil motioned for her to hold out her hands and wiped antiseptic across the wounds before blowing on them. “Okay?” He asked.
Veronica nodded, speech eluding her for the time being. She hated when this happened and it only seemed to happen around him. Usually she could manage to pass it off in a comedic way but doubted that would work this time.
She was so close right now. That was all Weevil could think about as he bandaged her hands, muscles tightened as though he was ready to find the guy and kill him himself. “All better,” He told her when he was done, packing up the kit and standing up. “Why don’t you go change into something more comfortable?” He asked, trying to distract them both with words.
“No matter how many times you ask for it Weevs I will not put on my nice silky negligee for you,” Veronica responded smartly, putting her foot into her mouth before she could even try to stop it.
Weevil swallowed, something smoldering inside him as she said those words. “Veronica,” His voice was low…a warning concealed within his words.
Veronica got up, smiling almost skittishly as she skirted around his large form and down the hall. “Going to change,” She said quickly.
Watching her go Weevil stifled a groan, rubbing his hands together. The thought of her in some satin negligee was definitely arousing, and a thought that was haunt his every waking minute and most likely some of his dreams.