Holiday FIC: Fairytale Ending (Veronica/Weevil, PG) for <user site="livejournal.com" user="ticketson

[carlyinrome]

Fairytale Ending, PG, 550 words for ticketsonmyself
Veronica Mars, Veronica/Weevil, prompt the following lyrics:

      Oh, my heart is a thoroughbred
      I can't sleep in my bed
      Everything is burning up inside me

      I need something I can feel
      Cigarettes and a driving wheel
      And oh my God, when you cross your legs beside me
            —Mason Jennings, Sorry Signs on Cash Machines

The problem was with fairytales, and maybe that, despite all her fights and leather jackets and late nights tailing deadbeat trysts at shady motels, Veronica really did want to be a fairytale princess. There were thorns, of course, and families torn asunder, but in the end everything turned out okay. Wounds were healed, the day was saved, and true love blossomed like spring’s first rose.

Only those really were fairytales, as in tales, as in not true. In real life, moms stayed gone and girls stayed dead or raped. Some thorns just stuck in you forever, no matter how much blood you lost trying to yank them out.

Duncan was a fluke, maybe, but Logan was a flat out mistake. Wait, wait, wait. You’re dating Logan again? After the way he treated Lilly? That was the crux, maybe. Even if you cannot learn from your own missteps, you should sure as hell learn from sins against your family, even if Lilly hadn’t been family by blood, even if she was dead and gone. One was naivety and the other was disloyalty, and disloyalty was the worst sin.

The hero is the one who stays. That didn’t just mean stay as in to stay: (verb) to not pick up and leave when the going gets tough but also as in to stay: (true), like Backup or her dad or pre-washed jeans. Logan looked the part of Prince Charming, but he was mercurial. Maybe fairytales just never got around to showing the part where the handsome prince turned on a dime and had sex with girls who slipped the princess a roofie, but Veronica knew that most of the time she did not feel very magical. All she wanted was to let down her hair so she could get the hell out of this mess her life seemed to be pretty much all the time.

Ugh. Stakeouts were the bread and butter of the PI biz, but they gave you too much time to yourself if you had an active mind and a life crumbling down around you. Veronica tended to keep these things in spades.

A tap at the window. Veronica jumped, and then swore at herself. Very detective-y. Weevil, with the credit card receipts from some dive biker bar that he had promised her. His areas of influence were growing; he had branched into paper trails.

“Lookin’ real sharp, there, V.”

“Shut up. Do you have my information, or not?”

Weevil smiled, his lips curling in the way that made Veronica think, deals with the devil every time.

“You got my money?”

Veronica shoved the cash into Weevil’s rough palm. “Is there no honor among thieves?”

“Very little, I’m afraid.” Weevil’s eyes, running over the mess of textbooks and empty Red Bulls littering the front seat. “How much longer you got, you think?”

Veronica frowned up at Room 212. “Forever; the deputy mayor is, apparently, Mr. Stamina.”

Weevil leaned back on his heels, hands stuffed in his pockets, face raised to catch the silvery moonlight.

“Bad neighborhood for a cute girl like you,” he said. “All alone and all.”

And then, before Veronica could stop him, Weevil walked around the car and slid into the passenger’s seat. He leaned back, making himself comfortable enough to stay with her all night.

Comments

[carlyinrome.livejournal.com]

Thanks! This is, I have just realized, my very first time writing for VMars.

[carlyinrome.livejournal.com]

I believe this is the first time I've been told a story has verified my existence. Thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :)

[ticketsonmyself.livejournal.com]

All she wanted was to let down her hair so she could get the hell out of this mess her life seemed to be pretty much all the time.

Oh VERONICA.

I love how you used the prompt. Your fic makes me want to squish them together more than ever. Or have them have companionable silences or banter together on stakeouts, just like this. So sweetly understated. *hearts ad infinitum* The fairytale motif works really well.

(The show's treatment of Logan and Veronica/Logan is possibly the single most infuriating thing in my viewing experience. keewick talks about it in some depth here: I wanted to show how Dick, Logan, and Madison all played a role in her being violated that night, but how Veronica forgives Dick and Logan more or less, yet continues to blame Madison, the only person of the three who didn't intentionally drug Veronica or Duncan. 'Cause what, boys will be boys? More at the link, which is the vidder's commentary on her VM vid "Martina" (link to vid at the actual post). It's a great vid if you haven't seen it, though very possibly triggery in that it is all about the show's treatment of sexual assault and how it ultimately failed its protagonist. Also recommended, if you are up for a little reading in this area, are the Hathor Legacy's four articles on the show (and more commentary in comments here: 1, 2, 3. Same triggers apply. My long comment here is kinda long, but I totally had a huge argument with a family member about this whole thing - she thought that Madison would have deserved to be roofied because she was a bitch in general, whereas Veronica did not deserve to be roofied, rather than that date rape is just plain wrong. Just... hand to heart, I don't even know.)

[missambs.livejournal.com]

Awwww.

This makes me miss VM so much.

Thank you for this.

[carlyinrome.livejournal.com]

Coming from you, I take this as a mighty compliment. Thank you. If you are interested, I am still taking requests for holiday stories. <3