Courtney (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tradegy_solace) wrote,@ 2006-05-06 16:04:00 |
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TITLE: Erase
AUTHOR:tradegy_solace
PART: (3/?)
RATING: PG 13 to R
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Veronica/Logan/Weevil/Lilly
WORD COUNT: 658
SPOILERS: 2x20 hasn't occured but otherwise all of season 2
SUMMERY: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
DISCLAIMER: Yeah I don't own it.
PART THREE: FIND YOU
Logan Echolls sat crossed legged in front of the TV, going through the motions of Grand Theft Auto III when there was a knock on the door.
Logan Echolls had made a habit of pairing people with their door knocks. That way he wouldn't be surprised when he flung open the door in mock flourish.
This one was a male. Sure... slightly forced... the sound of masculinity. Serious. It wasn't Dick; Dick would have knocked to the beat of some song. It wasn't Beaver. Beaver had a less sure knock, full of insecurity.
Veronica Mars sometimes fooled him. Especially when she was on a mission. Her knock could be as masculine as the one that just passed. But all the other times, her knock was soft, sweet ... just like her, underneath all the 'get tough then get even' exterior. Like a marshmallow.
It was Weevil at the door.
"Wow... two times in two days... next thing you know Veronica will show up with a bouquet of roses and proclaim her undying love for me."
Weevil sneered. "It'd make sense that you'd be the one getting the flowers. Always knew you were a girl Echolls."
Logan sniggered. "Take a seat."
Weevil appears slightly in shock that Logan didn't hit him for the girl comment, or at least reply with something equally as snarky. The balance has shifted. And Logan knows it better than anyone to just ease along.
"What are your playing?" Weevil asks, relaxing on the couch.
Logan throws him a controller. "The gaming embodiment of your life."
"Ah... Grand Theft Auto... that jokes getting a bit old pretty boy, why don't you think of a new one?"
"Aww you think I'm pretty? I’m flattered." Logan turned to him and fluttered his eyelashes.
"Conceited too."
"What can us pretty white boys do?"
******
Eli Navarro’s walking along the beach when he sees Veronica in the near distance. He fights the urge to make a subtle move out her sight. But she's jogging right towards him with Backup and he doubts that he would be able to get out of sight before she sees him. So he continues walking towards her.
When she sees him, she waves exuberantly in a very un-Veronica like way.
"Hey." She says when she reaches him. Her grin is wide, showing off all her gleaming white teeth. She's flushed from her jog.
"You look happy." Weevil mumbled.
She laughs. And Weevil briefly considers that she's high. She reaches for him and brushes imaginary dust from the shoulder of his leather jacket.
"You look so out of place at the beach with that thing."
Weevil shrugs. Suddenly self-conscious. What the fuck? He was never self-conscious. Not around anyone. Except Lilly. Once or twice around Lilly. But never around Veronica. Not Veronica Mars.
And she's laughing again. Weevil thinks he could get drunk on that laugh. And then suddenly all he can concentrate on is her sugar pink lips. It was a stupid notion but all he wanted to do was kiss them and then he is.
Later... when he's between furiously berating himself for his little display of weakness, he remembers how fucking soft her lips were against his. And how she tasted of cinnamon.
But as soon as he realizes he's kissing Veronica Mars, he pulls away and apologizes and is walking away before she can say a thing to him.
*****
Veronica Mars stands on the beach with two fingers pressed to her lips. She can't get the thought of how soft Weevil's lips were out of her head.
She's tugged out of her reverie by an insistent Backup, straining against his leash. She continued her walk. Having really no idea what just happened.
*****
When Weevil kissed Veronica Lilly gleamed.
In the white wash water aftermath of that millisecond, Lilly thought about how she almost felt real in that moment.
Then Lilly realized.
She was trying to live through Veronica Mars.
listless] [music| Superheist - Pulse]
TITLE: Erase
AUTHOR:
tradegy_solacePART: (3/?)
RATING: PG 13 to R
PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: Veronica/Logan/Weevil/Lilly
WORD COUNT: 658
SPOILERS: 2x20 hasn't occured but otherwise all of season 2
SUMMERY: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
DISCLAIMER: Yeah I don't own it.
PART THREE: FIND YOU
Logan Echolls sat crossed legged in front of the TV, going through the motions of Grand Theft Auto III when there was a knock on the door.
Logan Echolls had made a habit of pairing people with their door knocks. That way he wouldn't be surprised when he flung open the door in mock flourish.
This one was a male. Sure... slightly forced... the sound of masculinity. Serious. It wasn't Dick; Dick would have knocked to the beat of some song. It wasn't Beaver. Beaver had a less sure knock, full of insecurity.
Veronica Mars sometimes fooled him. Especially when she was on a mission. Her knock could be as masculine as the one that just passed. But all the other times, her knock was soft, sweet ... just like her, underneath all the 'get tough then get even' exterior. Like a marshmallow.
It was Weevil at the door.
"Wow... two times in two days... next thing you know Veronica will show up with a bouquet of roses and proclaim her undying love for me."
Weevil sneered. "It'd make sense that you'd be the one getting the flowers. Always knew you were a girl Echolls."
Logan sniggered. "Take a seat."
Weevil appears slightly in shock that Logan didn't hit him for the girl comment, or at least reply with something equally as snarky. The balance has shifted. And Logan knows it better than anyone to just ease along.
"What are your playing?" Weevil asks, relaxing on the couch.
Logan throws him a controller. "The gaming embodiment of your life."
"Ah... Grand Theft Auto... that jokes getting a bit old pretty boy, why don't you think of a new one?"
"Aww you think I'm pretty? I’m flattered." Logan turned to him and fluttered his eyelashes.
"Conceited too."
"What can us pretty white boys do?"
******
Eli Navarro’s walking along the beach when he sees Veronica in the near distance. He fights the urge to make a subtle move out her sight. But she's jogging right towards him with Backup and he doubts that he would be able to get out of sight before she sees him. So he continues walking towards her.
When she sees him, she waves exuberantly in a very un-Veronica like way.
"Hey." She says when she reaches him. Her grin is wide, showing off all her gleaming white teeth. She's flushed from her jog.
"You look happy." Weevil mumbled.
She laughs. And Weevil briefly considers that she's high. She reaches for him and brushes imaginary dust from the shoulder of his leather jacket.
"You look so out of place at the beach with that thing."
Weevil shrugs. Suddenly self-conscious. What the fuck? He was never self-conscious. Not around anyone. Except Lilly. Once or twice around Lilly. But never around Veronica. Not Veronica Mars.
And she's laughing again. Weevil thinks he could get drunk on that laugh. And then suddenly all he can concentrate on is her sugar pink lips. It was a stupid notion but all he wanted to do was kiss them and then he is.
Later... when he's between furiously berating himself for his little display of weakness, he remembers how fucking soft her lips were against his. And how she tasted of cinnamon.
But as soon as he realizes he's kissing Veronica Mars, he pulls away and apologizes and is walking away before she can say a thing to him.
*****
Veronica Mars stands on the beach with two fingers pressed to her lips. She can't get the thought of how soft Weevil's lips were out of her head.
She's tugged out of her reverie by an insistent Backup, straining against his leash. She continued her walk. Having really no idea what just happened.
*****
When Weevil kissed Veronica Lilly gleamed.
In the white wash water aftermath of that millisecond, Lilly thought about how she almost felt real in that moment.
Then Lilly realized.
She was trying to live through Veronica Mars.
