Mac/Dick Shippers

0110_1110 — Wed, 18 Mar 2015 04:13:13 GMT

I like a cocky Dick with a touch of humility.
Just sayin'

Choose Mac's Adventure (5/?)

akamadi_lover — Wed, 11 Mar 2015 22:35:34 GMT

Title: Choose Mac's Adventure (5/?)
Author: AKA_madi_lover
Summary: During her sophomore year at Hearst, Mac decides to go out on her own one night for some fun. But fun has many paths. Which one will you choose for Mac?
Characters/Pairings: Several/various possibilities
Rating: Various
Author's note: I used to be madi_lover. My life kind of sucks again, so I'm back. I hope there are people who are interested in reading this new story. This is a work in progress and without comments, I'm not sure if I'll continue it.

If Mac just keeps driving ...

If Mac stops to help ...

Choose Mac's Adventure (4/?)

akamadi_lover — Thu, 19 Feb 2015 05:31:18 GMT

Title: Choose Mac's Adventure (4/?)
Author: AKA_madi_lover
Summary: During her sophomore year at Hearst, Mac decides to go out on her own one night for some fun. But fun has many paths. Which one will you choose for Mac?
Characters/Pairings: Several/various possibilities
Rating: Various
Author's note: I used to be madi_lover. My life kind of sucks again, so I'm back. I hope there are people who are interested in reading this new story. This is a work in progress and without comments, I'm not sure if I'll continue it.

These are the only two chapter 4 choices. If you don't want either choice, await chapter 5 for the continuation of the "If Mac goes for a drive alone" storyline.

If Mac goes home with Bronson ...

If Mac goes home with Max ...

Choose Mac's Adventure (3/?)

akamadi_lover — Thu, 29 Jan 2015 17:55:55 GMT

Title: Choose Mac's Adventure (3/?)
Author: AKA_madi_lover
Summary: During her sophomore year at Hearst, Mac decides to go out on her own one night for some fun. But fun has many paths. Which one will you choose for Mac?
Characters/Pairings: Several/various possibilities
Rating: Various
Author's note: I used to be madi_lover. My life kind of sucks again, so I'm back. I hope there are people who are interested in reading this new story. This is a work in progress and without comments, I'm not sure if I'll continue it.

3a If Mac goes to coffee with Bronson ...

3b If Mac goes to the bar ...

3c If Mac goes for a drive alone ...

Choose Mac's Adventure (2/?)

akamadi_lover — Tue, 20 Jan 2015 00:53:57 GMT

Title: Choose Mac's Adventure (2/?)
Author: AKA_madi_lover
Summary: During her sophomore year at Hearst, Mac decides to go out on her own one night for some fun. But fun has many paths. Which one will you choose for Mac?
Characters/Pairings: Several/various possibilities
Rating: Various
Author's note: I used to be madi_lover. My life kind of sucks again, so I'm back. I hope there are people who are interested in reading this new story. This is a work in progress and without comments, I'm not sure if I'll continue it.

If Mac goes to the PHAT meeting, click here ...

If Mac goes to the Pi Sig party, click here ...

Choose Mac's Adventure (1/?)

akamadi_lover — Sun, 11 Jan 2015 07:06:58 GMT

Title: Choose Mac's Adventure (1/?)
Author: AKA_madi_lover
Summary: During her sophomore year at Hearst, Mac decides to go out on her own one night for some fun. But fun has many paths. Which one will you choose for Mac?
Characters/Pairings: Several/various possibilities
Rating: Various
Author's note: I used to be madi_lover. My life kind of sucks again, so I'm back. I hope there are people who are interested in reading this new story. This is a work in progress and without comments, I'm not sure if I'll continue it.

What path will you choose for Mac?

A List of MaDi Stories

0110_1110 — Wed, 03 Sep 2014 04:35:27 GMT

So before the highly anticipated "Play It Again Dick" airs and possibly extinguishes any hope for MaDi cannon, I thought I would create a list, in no particular order, of my favorite Mac-Dick fanfictions. If it's a completed story, it's a favorite. If it's unfinished, than a potential favorite. There are a few stories in this list that will obviously never be updated, which yes, is frustrating, but try to think of them as hopeful "what ifs".

Charm Bracelet by DalWriter
Which can also be found here.
This is the very first fanfiction I had ever read and I will forever blame it for my MDFF addiction.

Anything that BIFF1 writes. Seriously. One chapter or thirty-eight, it doesn't matter, she writes great MaDi. Each story is deftly written and she easily can switch between themes, from swooning romance to sci-fi monsters to dark taboo to straight-up hot under the collar sexy times. I would list my favorites within this list, but IMHO they are all fantastic. Read them all and then re-read them. BIFF1 does this thing in all of her stories, it's not BIFF1 written if it doesn't have that special thing.

My Fair Mackie
Snowed in Gone Wrong
by Divine One

Jury Duty
The Event of the Season
The Great Graffiti Caper
The Odd Couple
by a blurred someday

Look, Don't Touch by epic how

Maybe, Just Maybe
Thunder Storms and Elevators
by justamarshmellow

Porcelain & Sand series by winterlace
I think this series deserves more readers. It's surprisingly powerful at just over 9500 words.

Last Kiss by MadMooMe

What's the Word? Rebound
Tree House Fun
Nosy Neighbors
Birthday Boy
Watch the Fireworks
Feels Like Home
Chocolate Cake and Seasonal Ice Cream
The Drabbledrabble Series MacDick
By the Way
by broodyleytons

Valid Delusions by ohdarlingnicole

Wallpaper by Edgemont

The Night of Revenge
Poker, You Game?
by Adja999

Good Eye, Sniper
Please Don't Tease
by FallAway

Snickerdoodles
French Toast
by houses_on_fire

See Dick Grieve by Darko28

Seeking Solace by StarCrossdSparrow

Rooftop of Broken Souls by forgetxdecember

A Friend In Need by Jump In A Hole

Secret by xoFabjousxo

Stupid Thing
Student Teacher Relations
by Ultrawoman

Something Real by in2deep495

The ABCs of Mac and Dick by jenwin23

Vegas Wedding Blackout
Reaching for the Brass Ring
One Night Stand
by Mandy1229

By Any Other Name
Time Makes It Harder
by sweetumms633

Better Left Unsaid by beccaloulou

Beacon for the Dark Side by cindy mac sinclair

A Casablancas Crush by takemedowntoparadise

Learning to Deal How They Grew Up by Simplyputme123

Dick Pics by ShanghaiLily

Drifting by vkitty

Postcode Envy by BeWitchingRedhead36

Mercy on the Undeserved by LVfangirl

Of course I have to give a shout-out to madi_lover who unfortunately for us fans had decided to close her LiveJournal account and thereby taking her wonderful stories with her. Crossing my fingers that one day she will re-post them.

I'm sure I've missed some great stories, please add any links in the comments section.
Oh, the links in the list are for MaDi centric stories, there are quite a few great FFs out there where MaDi is more of the beta relationship. Perhaps one day I will create another list containing these, because hey, a little MaDi is better than no MaDi.

Looking for madi_lover

0110_1110 — Fri, 09 May 2014 23:51:30 GMT

Hi,

This is a long shot but I'm looking for madi_lover, well, their MaDi stories more particularly.
I'm a recent MaDi shipper, having only watched Veronica Mars for the first time this year.
In my search for MaDi fanfiction I came across madi_lover's wonderful collection of stories, which they kindly compiled this past January.
Unfortunately madi_lover recently deleted their LiveJournal account taking all their stories with them. If anyone knows madi_lover, please encourage them not to leave LJ or maybe post on another fanfiction site. It would be a loss to the Veronica Mars fanfiction community if madi_lover's stories were lost permanently.

Crossing my fingers that this little campaign works.

Thanks,
01101110

Veronica Mars Movie

ellavee — Tue, 26 Jan 2010 20:34:11 GMT

There is a new group on Facebook for fans wanting the movie!
Please join the : I Will Go See The Veronica Mars Movie FB group, PLEASE :) AND TELL YOUR FRIENDS.

mandapatd — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 05:33:51 GMT

Hey I was just wondering if anybody had read this fiction and could tell me how to find it ... Mac is pregnant and goes into labor while dick is out surfing and she leaves like 50 messages and then they go to the hospital and have the baby and dick thinks that the baby looks purple and he asks mac if she had sex with a purple people eater and didnt tell him... Can someone please help me find it???

madi4ever — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 05:11:25 GMT

sorry there's nothing new for Dick Cares. I've been really busy lately and I'm a little blocked. Hopefully I'll have something new for you soon.

Just A Quick Note

madi_love14 — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 19:11:06 GMT

I just thought I'd tell you all that if anyone wants a banner for a fic (of any kind it doesn't have to be for Mac/ Dick) or a site or anything with a couple on it, let me know. I have a lot of free time on my hands and I love making the things. I'm not super awesome at it, but I think I'm fairly decent :) please add a comment below if you have any requests.

Chapter Four: A Day In Ruined

madi_love14 — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 08:16:37 GMT

Just Click The Pic

Rating: NC-17

Summary: Mac stays in the hotel room after Cassidy's death, and is surprised at who shows up to comfort her.

Authors Note: This Fic has not been beta-ed so please bare with me. Sorry it has been so long, I really hope you enjoy :) please comment!

I'm Not Dead!

madi_love14 — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 08:00:14 GMT

Okay....I don't even know if anyone remembers me. I had a story going on here a while back called "When Sleeping Is Actually Involved" I think I have finally found my muse again, and when I opened my file for the FIc I noticed more then half of the fourth chapter was already written. I'm working on completing it right now. Just thought I'd post the link to past chapters in case anyone forgot about the fic or just wanted to reread or catch up. Click on the picture below:

Thanks,
Khloe

PS: This fic is NC-17 rated

Fic Conceivable (Mac/Dick, Veronica/Lamb) PG13 Epilogue Perfect

devylish — Sun, 29 Mar 2009 13:41:20 GMT

Title Conceivable
Epilogue Perfect

Author Devylish
Pairing Um, MaDi and DoVe
Rating pg13
Words 1495

Warning Language

Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show Veronica Mars. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show Veronica Mars and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.

AN unbeta’d AN I want to thank you alllll again for being such great readers/reviewers! Conceivable has officially had more comments left for it than My Fair Mackie! Thanks for the boost of confidence! I think all writers are scaredy cats when it comes to their writing. Thanks for making me less scared!

Preconceived

Lamb watched Veronica as she held Madeline in her arms. She was the toughest woman he’d ever met, but at this moment, she was soft; soft and vulnerable and open.

She didn’t let a lot of people see her this way. So… happy; wearing a smile that radiated from the inside out. Yeah, he watched as she touched baby Madi’s chin, his girl was genuinely happy.

And it had been proven to Lamb during the past few months that when Veronica was happy, HE was happy. There was a direct, undeniable correlation.

And Madi apparently made her happy. It was only the third time she’d seen the baby, but she got the same look – the same smile – on her face every time.

It was kind of breathtaking.

---

“Dude,” Dick plopped down next to him on the couch. “You are so in trouble.”

“Hey Dick. I’m in trouble? What did I do?”

“It’s not what you did man, it’s how you look. You’ve got the oogledy boogledies.”

“The… what?” He accepted the beer Dick held out to him.

“Oogedly Boogledies. Otherwise known as ‘OB’, or the ‘Oh Baby’ look.”

Lamb raised an eyebrow and shook his head in bewilderment.

“Dude, you’re looking at Veronica and Madi like they’re the most perfect things in the world. Which, okay, yeah, Madi is pretty perfect, but… yeah… you’ve got a pretty severe case of the oogledy boogledies.”

Lamb laughed. “Dick, where do you get this shit from?”

“Observation and study of the human condition.”

Lamb nearly spit out his beer. In the last five months he’d come to appreciate the humor, and, well the honesty that came from Dick Casablancas.

That being said, he still hadn’t quite decided if Dick was actually an idiot, or more of an idiot savant.

---

Veronica was cooing. She knew she was cooing and it was making her cringe a little bit on the inside, but, honestly, she couldn’t stop herself. Madi was beautiful. A riot of chocolate hair topped a cute chubby little face, and the biggest bluest eyes that Veronica had ever seen. Those eyes were staring sleepily up at Veronica now, and with a yawn, Madi smiled and closed her eyes, content in her Aunties arms.

Unconditional love. Yeah, there was something to that.

“God Mac, you did good here.”

Mac stood at Veronica’s shoulder looking down at her daughter as she lay in her best friend’s arms. “I kinda did, didn’t I?” Pride edged her voice.

“She’s perfect. I thought she was perfect in the hospital, and last week when I saw her, but now… she’s perfecter.”

Mac giggled and reached out to touch the mop of hair atop her daughter’s head. “Speaking of perfect,” she tore her eyes away from her child and glanced at Dick and Lamb chatting in the living room, “things still going well between you and our fearless sheriff?”

Veronica blushed slightly, “They’re going so well that I just KNOW when the ‘other shoe’ drops, it’s going to be a stiletto, and it’s going to drop right on my head.” The women smiled at one another.

“Sounds a bit like how I felt about Dick and me. I mean, I was positive that I was going to wake up or something, and find out that I’d been dreaming and he didn’t really like me.”

“The man is crazy about you.”

“Sickening isn’t it?”

Veronica scrunched up her nose and turned to Mac. “It realllllly is.”

Mac laughed then sighed quietly, “He drives me crazy, but I don’t question his wanting me anymore. I mean,” Mac tucked her hip out and patted the ponytail at the back of her head, “when a guy has all this being offered to him… how can he NOT be smitten?”

“He didn’t stand a chance.” Veronica grinned.

“Not a chance! And even though he is sometimes more immature than Madi, he’s the sweetest sexiest surferboy I’ve ever met.” Mac eyed Veronica, “So even though they drive us crazy… men can be sweet.”

“I don’t know if I’d call Don ‘sweet’, but… he,” a smile different from the smile Madi engendered, graced Veronica’s face. Still soft, still vulnerable, but tinged with something akin to love. She hugged Madi closer, “He’s so…” She searched for the right term to describe Don Lamb.

Mac smiled, she’d noticed that the only time that Veronica was ever at a loss of words was when she was talking about, or around Don Lamb. “Right. He’s so ‘right’.”

Veronica looked back at Mac with a grin. “Yeah. He’s right. It’s sickening how ‘right’ he is.

Mac was itching to hold her daughter again, and selfishly/motheringly, wiggled her fingers in Veronica’s direction. Veronica was intelligent enough to know that NOONE should ever get between a mother and her cub, and kissing Madi on the forehead, she handed her over to Mac.

Leaning back against the kitchen counter Veronica looked at Don.

“He puts up with my sarcastic ass- erh” she glanced at Madi and adjusted her language, “my sarcastic attitude, and gives it right back. Which, some people find hard to do.” She grinned mischievously before continuing. “And not only does he quip and snark with me, he follows up that snark by pulling me close to him. He doesn’t let me run.” She fanned herself as if suddenly hit by a southern swelter, “And good lord, I do declare, that man knows how to pull a woman closer.”

“Veronica!” Mac tinged pink then giggled.

***

At midnight, Veronica and Lamb made their exit from Mac, Dick and Madi’s beachfront home. Food, drinks and laughter had been had by all. And it wasn’t until shortly before midnight that Dick’s subtle hints about wanting to be alone with Mac became – not so subtle.

As the front door closed behind them, Don reached for Veronica’s hand, entwining his fingers with hers. “Dick really wanted to get us out of there.”

Veronica laughed lightly. “Mmmhmmm, which is really kind of sweet when you think about it, I mean… Mac’s still on restrictions, but Dick’s a softy about her. He likes his ‘me time’ with Mac. Even if it’s only look, can’t touch ‘me time’.” She shook her head, “it’s nauseatingly cute.”

They reached the car, but instead of opening the passenger door for her, Don pulled Veronica in front of him, settled her back against the door, and stepped in so that she was trapped between his body and the car.

“Well, whatever the reason, I’m glad we’re out of there…” he whispered in her ear, “alone… together.”

Shivers floated down Veronica’s body. Looking up at him, she released his hand and slid her hands up his biceps. “Oh you are, are you?” Her voice was seductive, playful.

He placed his hands on her hips. “Yeah. I like my ‘me time’ too. And since my girl isn’t on any restrictions, I’m thinking my ‘me time’ might involve a little more ‘touching’ and a little less ‘looking’. He smirked down at her. ‘Although, don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely willing to look too.”

“Why Sheriff Lamb,“ Veronica batted her eyes teasingly, “I do believe you’re coming on to me.”

His fingers curled along her denim clad hips. “I always knew you were smart.”

She stood on her tip toes, and pressed her lips against his; still amazed that he felt and tasted so wonderful. Always.

Dropping back down, she moved her hands to his chest, feeling his pecs. “You know,” her voice was soft, “I kind of like my ‘me time’ too.”

“Do you now?” He lifted a hand to her hair, coiling his fingers there.

Veronica’s little admission of liking the time she spent with him – as slight an admission as it was – broke yet another part of the wall Lamb had built around his heart. Emotions weren’t their thing. He and Veronica had never completely learned how to navigate their way through feelings and emotions without getting bruised, or fearing they’d be bruised. But every time they did; every time they successfully moved further into/around/through emotion, it got better. They got better at trusting one another.

Who knew trusting… loving… your favorite enemy could be so… perfect. Attitudes, sarcasm, selfishness and all; it was perfect.

Rubbing his chin against the top of her head he murmured, “Veronica?”

“Don?” She was pressing little kisses against his chest.

“I’ve been thinking about getting a new place. Something big enough for two…. Do you know anyone who might be interested in rooming with a sarcastic jerk?”

Her body stiffened slightly and then she melted against him again. “You forgot ‘sexy and stubborn’.”

“So I did. Stubborn, sarcastic, sexy jerk, in need of roommate. Any takers?”

Lifting her head and staring Lamb directly in the eyes, she responded with a smirk, “If it’s an apartment, make certain they accept dogs; I’m not leaving Backup behind.”

As he leaned in for a kiss, Don Lamb replied “I wouldn’t dream of leaving Backup behind.”

THE END

Fic Conceivable (Mac/Dick, Veronica/Lamb) R Chap 11 What Happens After Revelations?

devylish — Sun, 22 Mar 2009 01:05:12 GMT

Title Conceivable
Chapter 11 What Happens After Revelations?

Author Devylish
Pairing Um, MaDi and DoVe
Rating R
Words 5330

AN unbeta’d AN Please note, THIS chapter is HUGE…. So even though it took awhile…. Bwadah! Erh, you’ll probably get a tiny epilogue sometime after this, but other than that…. This is all she wrote folks! Thanks for being such great!!!! Fanfic readers!

Pre conceived

MadiDoveMadiDoveMadiDove

“Dude, are you okay?” Dick wandered over to the squad car still parked outside of Neptune’s Pearl Jewelers.

It wasn’t that Dick really cared, but, well, Lamb hadn’t looked good when he left the shop ten minutes earlier. He hadn’t looked good at all. As a matter of fact, he looked a lot like Dick did before he faced a wave on new water. The kind of frightened, self-conscious, look that was framed by the knowledge that you were going to jump into the water anyway. Do or die time.

“I’m fine Casablancas. I’m fine.” Lamb’s response was terse, in part because he was embarrassed at being caught moping in his car by Dick Casablancas, and in part, because he was lying. He wasn’t fine. He was anything but.

“Cool. Just thought I’d ask, man.” Dick turned around and headed toward his own car. He got all of 2 feet away before Lamb interrupted his stealthy escape.

“You know, I saw you and Veronica together… several times, in the past few weeks.” His voice was strained even to his own hearing, and he cleared his throat. “You guys had your hands all over each other. You definitely looked coupley and… shit. It… it looked real.”

Dick turned around, “Yeah, the hugging stuff, that was all part of Mac’s plan.” He shuddered. “I’m still having fucking nightmares.”

At the look of confused disbelief that flitted across Lamb’s face, Dick clarified… unnecessarily. “You know, cuz of the having to touch Mars and shit.”

“Yeah, right.” Lamb picked his keys up off of the seat and cracked his neck. “Well I need to go do… something.” Like bang my head against the office wall for a while. Or Find a tequila bottle with my name on it. Or –

“Holy fucking shit Batman! You have the hots for Mars!” Dick barked before Lamb could put his keys in the ignition.

“What?! What?!” Lamb looked around the empty parking lot anxiously. He then looked at Dick squarely. “No. NO! I don’t have the hots – I mean – why would you even think….”

“Ho. Lee. Shiiiiiitttt! Fuck me!” Dick started to chuckle and within a few seconds he was doubled over with laughter as all of the pieces came together in his head.

Moving quicker than most people thought him capable of, Lamb climbed out of his car and stalked toward Dick. Glancing around the still empty lot, he growled. “Casablancas, now would be a really good time for you to be quiet.”

Hands against his thighs, Dick hiccupped his laughter to a slow chuckle. “I’m sorry, but Dude! That so explains everything…. And it’s fucking funny!” Dick started to laugh again, only stopping when Lamb took another menacing step toward him.

“Look, Casablancas, Dick, I don’t know what you think you know, but --.”

“I do have to say, I pity you man. Mars is a fucking handful. I can barely – hell, I CAN’T – handle Mac, and she’s sane. Your girl… shit.”

“Again, Casablancas, I don’t know what you’re talkin –“

“Oh c’mon!” Dick stared at Lamb. “Dude, they say the first step of recovery is admitting you have a problem. And you, dude, you have a problem.”

“Casablancas –“

“You know, Ronnie bitched about how you just kept showing up EVERYWHERE and hounding her about who the father of the baby was, and we couldn’t figure out why. Why you were being so diligent about an unwed mother and shit like that. And then, when you overheard me and Mackie talkin’, and my babe thought quick on her feet and claimed I was the dad to V’s supposed spawn; Dude, you nearly bit my head off trying to make certain I planned on ‘doing the right thing’.” Dick paused for a breath.

“That doesn’t prove anything Casablancas, I –“

“And then you STILL wouldn’t stop following Mars around after you found out I was her kid’s dad.”

Dick shook his head in sudden, utter understanding. “Dude, I use to follow Mac around like that. Until she finally agreed to date me. And then I got a little lovin’ and it was all good. The lovin’ makes it all better.”

Lamb blanched. “We don’t know one another well enough for me to know that information Casablancas.”

“Dude, I’m just sayin’, when the girl gives you the go ahead, and you get a little somethin’ somethin’, everything starts to look a little brighter.” Dick bit back a laugh at his next thought, “Dude, if you ever get any,” he thrust his hips forward a couple of times, “lovin’ from Mars, you’ll be whipped, but happily so. I’ve seen it happen.”

“Uh, yeah.” Lamb broke Dick’s gaze.

Dick was silent for second before he crowed – loudly. “Son of a bitch! You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Dude! Are you,” he did the hip thrusting thing again, “getting it on with Ronnie?”

“If you do that one more time, I swear to god I’m going to bring you in for lewd and lascivious behavior.”

Dick held his hands up placatingly. “Whoa. Whoa. Back off Lone Ranger…” Dick kept quiet for two seconds this time before he gave in to his curiosity. “So how far did V let you go?”

Lamb shot back defensively, “You and Cindy MacKenzie? Really? I always thought she was smarter than that.”

Dick chuckled, “Yeah, she is smarter than that, but, lucky for me, she seems to have a blind spot when it comes to me.” Dick shoved his hands in his pockets and looked at the ground as he shuffled his feet. “So you and V huh?”

Lamb sighed and rubbed his hand along the back of his neck. “Neptune is one fucked up place, isn’t it?”

“You can say that again.”

MadiDoveMadiDoveMadiDove

“Mackie? Macstar!? Baby?!” Dick burst through the door of the apartment and was greeted by the sight of candles EVERYWHERE, and the scent of something tomato-y and cheesey coming out of the kitchen. He leaned backwards, and opened the door verifying he’d entered the right apartment. Yup. He was home.

“Mac?”

“Hey Stud.”

He turned to the left and saw his girl smiling, nervously, as she leaned against the wall. She was wearing a cute little white frilly apron, over something blue and slinky that looked like a nightie and robe combo of some sort; neither of which he’d ever seen before.

“Heeeeeyyyyy.” He couldn’t hide the stupid smirk that had taken residence over his face. Mac was looking all cute and sexy – a combination that was hard for most people to balance – but not for his girl. She was amazing. “You look great.” He took a couple of steps toward her, “and the place looks and smells delicious.”

“The place looks delicious?” She raised a brow teasingly.

“Yeah, and don’t’ forget the part where I mentioned you look great.”

She giggled despite her nervousness.

“So,” Dick came to a stop right in front of Mac and lifted his hand to the streak of platinum in her hair. “What’s with all of the deliciousness?”

Will I ever be able to think straight when I’m near him? Or will I always feel this … dizzy and light… and happy? She closed the last foot between them and wrapped her arms around Dick’s waist, laying her head against his chest. “It’s an apology.”

His voice rumbled as he spoke, “An apology? For what?” He wrapped his arms around Mac and pulled her closer, “Oh… wait, cuz you wouldn’t let me do that thing in the bedroom the other night?” He pulled back slightly and grinned. “Does that mean you’ve changed your mind?”

Mac whacked Dick on the chest lightly, “Um, ewwwww no. Helllllla no. Not happening. Ever.” Mac tucked her head back into Dick’s chest. “Probably.”

He chuckled and held her close again.

“So, you mentioned something about an apology?”

She mumbled against his body. “Yes.”

“For?”

“Being a bad girlfriend.”

“Oooooh! ‘The bad girlfriend’, I like it when we play that!” Dick felt Mac’s shoulders start to shake with laughter and he rubbed his hands down her back. When her laughter didn’t subside, he backed away from her, lifted her head, and realized she wasn’t laughing, she was crying.

“Mac, baby… honey, I was just kidding; we don’t have to play any games. I was just messing with you. Baby,” He brushed a tear off of her cheek. “Baby, don’t cry. I can handle anything except for your tears.”

Mac sniffle-laughed, “Yeah well, unfortunately, for you, I am a hormone factory and can’t seem to do anything except for cry and overanalyze, and, and, cry, and…” A fresh torrent of tears burst out of Mac, ripping into Dick’s like a dagger.

“Baby, you’re killing me here. What’s wrong? I’m rich, I can fix almost anything.”

The sniffle-laugh greeted him again.

“Can you fix me?”

“Fix…,” He grabbed Mac’s shoulders and tilted her away from him. “Is something wrong with you, or… the baby?”

“Wha-? No. No! Dick, we’re fine. The baby’s fine. I’m fine, except for the fact that I’m stupid.”

He lifted his hand to the side of her face and looked her in the eyes. “Baby, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met in my life.”

She toyed with one of the buttons on Dick’s shirt. “You musn’t know a lot of people.”

“I’ll have you know that I know, like, a ton of people. I’m a very popular guy.”

Mac snorted delicately, then, her voice dropping to volume so quiet that Dick almost didn’t hear what she said, she whispered, “If I’m so smart, why did it take me so long to realize you love me?”

“Well maybe because you …” Dick froze. “Dude! Did you fucking say what I think you just said?”

Still not looking him the eye, and still playing with that obviously exciting button, Mac pouted just a bit. “Kinda depends on what you thought you heard…, I guess.”

Dick took a deep breath. He’d never actually said the words to Mac. Never told her he loved her, in so many words. But it hadn’t been because he didn’t want to. Fuck, for the past nine months, it had been eating him alive from the inside out; the words clawing at his gut in an angry attempt to escape. The only thing that had stopped from actually SAYING the words was: Mac. And Mac’s reaction.

And then there was the fact that at first he hadn’t been positive if she cared, even a little bit about him. When he finally got comfortable with the idea that Mac might actually ‘like him back’ he’d been stupid with excitement. He’d wanted to shout his love to the world. Problem was, the most important person in the equation, Mac, wouldn’t believe him if he told her he cared. She wouldn’t believe him because she couldn’t trust him. Well, she could; she just didn’t know that. She didn’t think she could trust him. Not after Cassidy. Cassidy proved to her that men, Casablancas men in particular, couldn’t be trusted.

Dick would take a knife to his own balls before he’d hurt Mac, but saying that wasn’t the same thing as proving it. There really were no words -- not even those tree little/big words -- that could convince his girl that she meant more to him than anything in the world. No words.

So that left actions. And short of actually separating his balls from his body, Dick had done all he could think of during their relationship to show Mac just how much she meant to him. Gifts (until she set up the damn gift rules), dinners out, he even gotten a handle on his drinking. All as ways of showing Mac that she was the one. The one for him.

And now she got it. She’d heard his wordless declaration. Or, at least he thought she had. “Before I go all Scooby-doo – Scooby Snack happy here, did you just say that you know that I love you?”

Mac gulped and took her big girl pill. Lifting her eyes she looked Dick in the eye and squeaked out a small/big, “Yes.?..?”

A smirk turned into a grin, and then into a smile, and then Dick reached for Mac, scooping her up in his arms and swinging her around in a dizzying circle. “Woooooo! Wooooooooooo!”

“Dick!” Mac screamed then giggled as he swung them both around in loopy, happy, random circles; dancing them around the room with abandon. “Dick,” Mac grinned against his neck, “okay, pregnant woman here. Getting dizzy and dizzy isn’t good!”

“Sorry babe!” He lowered Mac to the ground but kept a firm grip on her, “I just…, it’s just that… Dude, I love you.” He said the words with a smile that touched his eyes… his ears… heck, Mac would lay bets that it touched the back of his head.

Biting the inside of her cheek in an attempt to keep herself from laughing at Dick’s irresistible happiness, she responded, “Now that we’ve established that fact, I guess we just need to find a way for me to tell you that I love you, and then we’ll be all set.”

If she’d thought that his smile was big before, she’d thought wrong.

“Tell you what babe,” he tugged her hips closer to his, “why don’t we work our way up to you ‘telling me you love me’. You can, uh, just start off by showing me.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. He leaned down and whispered in her ears, “You know they say actions speak louder than words.”

Mac shivered ever so slightly, “Veggie lasagna, a little wine for you, a little apple juice for me, then… I’ll see if I can find a way to start showing you my love.”

Dick countered with a leer, “how about we practice the love showing, then do the wine/juice, and finish up with the lasagna?”

Mac patted her stomach and raised an eye.

Dick released a good natured sigh, and gave in. “Okay, okay, eating for two… baby on board… I got it. Food, drink… then, we will be merry!”

“Good plan Dickie.”

He groaned at the nickname and followed her into the kitchen. “So, babe, uh, not that I’m not happy, but, uh, what brought about this sudden realization of what a good catch I am.”

Mac chuckled as she bent over and checked the contents of the oven. “Yes, Sweetie, you’re the biggest and bestest catfish in the Neptune pond.” She turned around with a smile, “Actually, you owe Veronica for my, um, revelation.”

“Ronnie!?!!?” Dick spurted out some of the bottled water he’d just taken a sip of. “Dude, she hates me! She wouldn’t point you in my direction unless you had a gun in your hand.”

“She doesn’t hate you Dick,” Mac grabbed a pot holder and turned off the oven. “She’s just… protective of her small enclave of friends. Those who dare to enter said enclave, need to pass rigorous testing and well…honey, you were kinda mean to her in high school.”

Dick frowned. “I was young and immature then.”

“Four years ago?”

“Four years can make all the difference in the world.” Dick chugged back more water as Mac set the lasagna pan on the stove. Then suddenly he remembered the news. The big news. “Oh My Fucking God! Dude! You so will NOT believe the fucking intelligence I have about Ronnie!”

Mac jumped slightly then turned to face Dick with a smirk. “When did you become a member of the Gossip Girls?”

“Dude, when the gossip got this good! You will not believe who Veronica has been bumping uglies with!”

Mac stood on tip toe and pulled plates and glasses out of the shelf to her left. “Sheriff Lamb?”

The room was so silent Mac had to turn around to make certain Dick was still there.

“Dude, it’s so NOT cool when you burst my bubble like that.”

Mac giggled and contritely headed over to Dick. “I’m sorry Dickie.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips, “Tell you what, while the lasagna is settling, you get the wine, I’ll get the juice, and we’ll go in the living room and compare our sheriff/armature detective gossip.”

Dick’s eyes lit up, although he shrugged casually. “Sure babe, if that would make you happy.”

MadiDoveMadiDoveMadiDove

Life equals change. A fact Veronica thought she’d reconciled herself with during the past seven years. There was life as you knew it – NOW. And then, there was the next second. And everything could change that quickly. Everything. Veronica knew this. But still… there were a few constants she’d allowed herself to embrace; to have faith in through the years. A few unalterable facts:

1) Her dad loved her and would - without a second thought – lay his life down for her.

2) Backup was the best dog in the world; bar none. There was no competition.

3) Mac, Wallace… and Logan were… good friends. Great friends. Reliable, caring, put themselves in danger – true friends.

4) Lamb and Veronica? Oil and Vinegar. Hitler and Chamberlin. White and Black. Antimatter and Matter…, you get the idea.

See. Unalterable facts.

Only, well, Veronica was pretty certain Hitler and Chamberlin never kissed…. And she was pretty certain physicists still believed that matter and antimatter could not happily coexist in the same space at the same time.

So how the hell could she explain the moments of… insane bliss she’d experienced, not once, but THRICE, in Don Lamb’s arms?

She couldn’t.

Mac’s suggestion? The ‘like factor’? The: he likes you: you like him factor? Yeah… NO. It unsettled Veronica. It made her nervous. Physics suicide/relationship suicide dictated that if matter touched antimatter or Veronica liked/was liked by Don Lamb the world would end. On this plane of existence, some things just couldn’t happen.

Which brought her back full circle to: What. The. Hell?

Her head was spinning after her lunch with Mac and she decided she needed therapy.

Woman therapy.

Therapy step one – shopping. Black sling backs. Leather, peep toe. On sale and fabulous.

Still feeling confused and overwhelmed.

Therapy step two – pastries. Dillon’s chocolate filled croissants. Bought 3, ate 2; don’t want to be a pig.

Still confused and overwhelmed.

Therapy step three – Drinking. The Sand Bar. Large TnT sitting in an icy glass.

Looking down at the peep toes of her new shoes, peeking out from beneath the hem of her jeans, Veronica thought that step three MIGHT be working. I might have to move step 3 up to step 2 or 1. And then she remembered Leann. Okay, only one or two drinks Mars, and then… then….

“So… I guess the ‘not pregnant’ rumor is true.”

Veronica looked up, not really surprised to find Don Lamb standing before her. Standing before her and looking – yummy. He was wearing a fitted black t-shirt and dark denim jeans. Simple, but oh so effective.

And I didn’t just think that? Did I? Sigh.

“It’s just a sod-“ she started weakly.

“Don’t bother.” Lamb raised his hand gestured at the bartender for 2 more drinks. Settling into the chair across from Veronica, he continued. “I know you’re not pregnant.” His eyes lasered in on her downcast face; watching the light play across the blues of her eyes, watching it weave through the wispy golden strands of hair that framed her cheeks.

Suddenly overwhelmingly tired – of everything - Veronica threw back the last of her drink and… just gave in. “So how’d you find out?”

A shadow flitted over Lamb’s eyes. “Casablancas.”

“Dumb Dick.” Veronica groaned.

Their drinks arrived and she focused on her glass. Stirring the clear icy liquid in her glass with the straw and focusing on anything/everything except for the man sitting across from her. She fished out the lime that had settled at the bottom of her glass and squeezed the juice into the liquor and seltzer. Dropping the used rind on to a napkin, she licked her fingers, the tart sweet juice of the lime making her lips purse, while the scent of lime – like a perfume – clung to her skin.

The soft sounds of the other bar patrons, talking, laughing. The sharp tinkling of glass and ice. The muted buzz of the basketball game on the TV…. And the sound of her own heart beating in her chest. She focused on each of them until nervousness forced her to speak. “Things were so much easier when I hated you.”

Don stopped staring at Veronica’s lips and looked at her eyes, eyes that hadn’t met his since he walked up to her. “You don’t hate me anymore?”

“I should. You’re a 6’ 1” pain in my ass. A jerk. An idiot.” She looked up, “I could go on, but, it wouldn’t be polite.”

“And politeness is definitely what you’re known for.” His tone was dry.

“I can be polite!” She pouted slightly.

“Unh huh.”

Veronica flipped him off.

“Yeah, such a lady.”

She groaned. “Why do you know just which buttons to push?!”

In the blink of an eye, Don’s mind moved in directions it shouldn’t. He could imagine… remember pushing one or two buttons of hers that seemed really effective. He felt his cock jump and he cleared his throat self consciously. “I’m not the only one with button pushing skills.”

Veronica forced herself to breath slowly. She forced herself to NOT think about his hands and his lips and how good they felt. She focused on his neck… studying the faint line of his 5’oclock shadow…. I don’t want him. I don’t want him. I can’t want him. This is insanity.

“We need to talk.” His voiced interrupted her little internal mantra.

“I thought that was what we were doing.”

“No, we’ve been sniping. And,” he let his eyes drift down to her neck, “biting at one another.”

She remained silent. And Lamb shook his head in frustration. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out some cash, threw it on the table, and stood up and walked to Veronica’s side. Reaching down, he wrapped his fingers around her slender arm and tugged at her.

“What the hell are you doing!?” She hissed and pulled her arm out of his grasp.

“You’re such a chicken shit Mars.”

It was a dare. And she hated dares. He knew she hated dares.

Fuck.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” she mumbled quietly as she pushed away from the table.

Proceeding him out of the bar, she slowly built her defenses. This is insane. He’s not hot. I don’t want him. There is no ‘like’ between us.

As they filtered out into the sun, she went on the offensive. “I still hate you.”

“I thought we just established that you really just ‘wish’ you hated me.”

She turned to face him in the parking lot, an unbidden plea in her voice. “Wasn’t it easier… for you too? I mean, when I knew – when you knew – that no matter what, you could rely on me for pure unadulterated hatred? Versus… versus,” her eyes dropped to the pavement. “Whatever the fuck this” she waved her hand between the two of them “crap is?”

Don placed his hand on Veronica’s elbow and steered her to her Saturn. “Definitely easier. Everything prior to these past few months was easier.” He held his hand out, “Keys.”

“See this…’this’ is abnormal. A year ago, you would have waited for me to start my ignition and back my car out, and then you would have gleefully turned on your sirens and arrested me for driving while under the influence.” She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her keys. “Now, now you’re being all… chivalrous.” She dropped the keys into his hands, her eyes flitting back up to his. “You’re confusing me.”

Guiding her to the passenger door, Lamb unlocked and opened the car door for her, “You’re confused? What about me?!”

“Yeah, well, confusion is a natural state of being for you; I’d think you’d be use to it.” She groaned when he simply laughed at the soft zing versus sneering back at her. Change. She hated change.

As Lamb let back the seat, climbed into the car, and started the engine, Veronica licked her lips and blurted out, “Do you still hate me?”

He was quiet and she wondered, briefly, if he’d heard her question. Unfortunately, asking it once had taken too much of her strength, she couldn’t ask him again. She just… couldn’t.

Relief poured through her body when he finally spoke.

“I don’t think I ever really hated you.”

Her eyes slashed in his direction, “Bullshit! I’ve got the proverbial scars to prove you hated me.”

He chuckled. “I’ve been frustrated by you. Angry at you. Plagued by you. Tortured by you. I admit to all of those things, but hate…?”

“You took a lot of pleasure out of torturing me for it not to have been hate.” She retorted.

Lamb smiled darkly, “I admit to being a sadistic bastard, but that’s not the same as hate.”

Veronica turned in her seat and studied him. It was safe since he was occupied with driving. She’d be a liar if she didn’t admit he was handsome. His hairline, neat and trim. His jaw, stubborn and strong. His ears. Jesus Christ, I’m admiring his ears. Something is seriously wrong with me! She turned back in her seat. Apparently looking at him isn’t safe. In any circumstances. She distracted herself with more conversation. “So, no hate huh?”

He was silent again. This time it wasn’t thought filled silence, this time it was an answer.

“Well just so there’s no confusion, I’ve been busy hating you all these years.”

He smiled.

Veronica pushed on. Maybe further than she really wanted to go. “Why didn’t you believe us?”

It was a double edged question. Blades sharpened for cutting into flesh and mind from both sides. She was asking about his lack of faith in Keith when everything happened with Lily Kane. But she was also asking about his failure to believe her claim of rape. Shit. He took a deep breath and addressed first things first.

“I didn’t believe Keith because it simply didn’t feel right to me. His take on Jake as the killer… it didn’t sit right.” He turned to Veronica, “and do I need to remind you that he was wrong?”

“No.” Veronica shuddered slightly as she pictured Aaron Echolls’ twisted angry face.

“And you.” His voice dropped, “you I can’t trust.”

“What?!”

“Veronica, you’re a fucking pit-bull. You grab on to something and you will NOT let go. And when I didn’t agree with Keith’s assessment of Lily’s death, you grabbed on to ‘Lamb is evil’ like it was a blood covered hambone.”

“You are evil.”

“Well, yeah, but I hadn’t shown you that side of me yet.” He continued. “How many times have you pointed me in the wrong direction, done something to publically embarrass me, attacked me in any way you could, just so you could ‘stick it to me’?” He glanced at her profile again. “You’re hard to trust… unless you’re in the Mars’ inner circle. And forget about it if you’re an enemy… you better wear armor and a cup when you go to bed, cuz there’s NO telling when the pit-bull is gonna attack.”

“Pit-bulls can be very nice dogs.” She spoke these words while inside she wondered just how much of what he’d said was true. What’s my personal code? If someone attacks me or mine, I don’t forgive, I get even.

“Uh huh.” He turned onto Debmount Ave. and added, “All of that being said, I wish I’d believed you. I would have killed that twerp Cassidy if I’d known he touched you.”

Something in his voice made her believe him. Something in his voice and the fact that out of the corner of her eye, she could see his knuckles turning white and pink as he gripped the wheel.

“You wish you had believed me and that you hadn’t been such a snark-ass.” She muttered.

He echoed with a grin, “…And that I hadn’t been such a snark-ass.”

Suddenly it occurred to Veronica (master amateur detective) that she was in a car, with Lamb, and she was clueless as to, “Where are we going?”

He snorted then responded, “My place.”

MadiDoveMadiDoveMadiDove

I’m in like with you

…My heart’s beginning to

Slightly overrule my head

Oh no, oh no

My self-control

It won’t hold up for very long

Oh no, oh no

You touch my soul

I can’t help falling too fast for you

…Who knows if we are ready to make this something?

Who knows?

Maybe this is love…

Who Knows ~Natasha Bedingfield~

The rest of their ride took place in a tenseness that was tactile. Tangible. Almost painful in its grip of the two of them.

It was funny how they could, each of them, handle anger; but give either of them an emotion that was softer, less sharp, sweeter… and they were scared shitless.

The big tough sheriff, and the never lose detective. Novices each of them when it came to… oh, let’s just say it: Love.

MadiDoveMadiDove

Lamb pulled into the underground garage beneath his apartment, parking Veronica’s car in his spot.

He turned off the engine and let the car fall into an electric hush. He moved his hands back to the wheel, locking them into place at 10 and 3 as thoughts chased through his mind. Dumbest idea I’ve ever had? What exactly was I thinking would happen? Why’d I bring her here? Okay, I KNOW why I brought her here, but… fuck! It’s goddamn Veronica Mars. This is the shit of dreams. Or fucked up nightmares. She’s going to taser me if I even look her direction. Forget the fact that I’ve… we’ve… already kind of been here before. Close. And touching. And kissing. Fuck!

Okay, what’s he doing? Why is he just sitting there? Why hasn’t he gotten out, or reached for me, or…? And I just asked myself why he isn’t touching me. Veronica groaned to herself. Fuck fuck fuck. I do like him. Like, lust, want… She even thought she glimmered, somewhere in the back of her mind and gut and heart, the shimmery crush-glow that she’d had for him when she was a kid. The crush-glow was jumping up and down waving fucking pom-poms and a banner that said: Don Lamb – what a prince.

She knew he wasn’t a prince, but, he… he got her. And she got him. They knew each other’s buttons. Good and bad. Off and… she felt a flutter in her belly, definitely on. And he’s still just fucking sitting there!

Did he change his mind?

And then she saw his grip on the wheel, tightening and loosening. Black and white, matter and antimatter. Him and her. He hadn’t changed his mind.

He’d taken the initiative. He’d gotten them here. He’d made a move. Veronica screwed up her courage. Guess it’s only fair if I do my part.

She slid her hand down to the buckle of her seatbelt and ‘clicked’ it open. The sound was huge in such a small space. Reaching across the gear shift Veronica removed the keys from the steering column before she opened the passenger door and climbed out of the car.

Don let his head drop back against the head rest. Should have made a move. Should have forced her to see that the two of us were fucked up alone, and fucked up together… but at least, together, we’re --

Opening the driver’s side door Veronica let her hand settle on Lamb’s forearm. Her fingers edged down along the muscles, muscles that moved beneath her touch, until they reached his hand. She curled her fingers around his. A peace offering. A step toward the future. A test of the matter/antimatter theory.

“I’ve always wondered what Don Lamb’s lair looks like – from the inside. Wanna show me?”

scintillio_coll — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 21:37:59 GMT

Title: Punctuated Equilibrium
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Mac/Dick
Summary: Punctuated equilibrium states that when evolution does occur, it is localized in rare, rapid events. Mac and Dick evolve.
Spoilers: Season 2 finale and season 3.

Veronica puts her in a pair of Logan's sweat pants and a hoodie she must have found in the trunk of her car. The lights in the bathroom seem brighter now, they buzz in a distracting way and she stumbles as she steps into the fabric.

She asks where Cassidy is.

Veronica's hand brushes down her neck and Mac can see bruises forming there and on her cheeks.

"My dad is dead," is all Veronica says.

*********************************

The elevator dings as it slows to a stop in the lobby, the door sliding open so smoothly, like the hotel needs to prove that it's still as posh and elegant as ever.

Regardless of what happens in its rooms.

The first thing she's sees is Dick, striding purposefully towards the front door, Logan following sedately behind him.

Veronica, a police officer, and the hotel's manager quickly steer her out and away from them, to an employee exit at the back of the Grand.

She wonders why Dick gets to go out the front door, but then she sees blood on Logan's lip and Dick's still clenched fists.

He must have insisted.

There are blue and red flashing lights reflecting off the polished stone floors and she realizes it's not just Veronica's dad that's dead.

There's a cop car waiting out back for her, they take her to the hospital.

*********************************

The nurses purses her lips and doesn't say a word as she stands up, letting Veronica back in as she leaves.

"Was that really necessary?" they're the first words she's said since the mechanical hum of the bathroom lights.

"Yes," Veronica answers.

The rape kit comes back negative.

*********************************

They make her spend the night, just to be sure she's really ok. She's not said anything since she requested that her mom leave until morning and to ask for a Sprite. The quite, sympathetic nurse sticks her head in every 20 minutes while she pretends to sleep.

It'll be better in the morning, Cindy. It sounds like her mother's voice in her head, so no wonder she doesn't believe it.

*********************************

She's flipping through the channels at 4:45 AM when her door bursts open, a jarring and jolting noise that's entirely too loud and out of place for the sleeping hospital. It's appropriate though, that's what he does wherever he goes.

"Why are you in here?" Dick demands, crossing the distance between them with jerky, tired paces.

She opens her mouth but can't decide on an answer.

"What did he do to you?" it feels like she's getting the wind knocked out of her by the anger behind it. His eyes are wide and clear, darting around to look at anything but her, trying to find answers from anyone but her. He picks the visitor chair up a few inches off the ground before slamming it back down. "Did he hurt you? God dammit! Answer me, Ghost World! Did he rape you? Did he fucking ra-"

"No!" she finally finds her voice and it sounds steadier than his. "No! He didn't rape me, he didn't touch me, he didn't do anything to me except leave me! He left me and took everything. Left me naked and took everything!"

He sits down in the chair and puts his head between his legs, tugging at his hair with both hands and shakes back and forth. Back and forth.

"He killed those kids, he blew up the bus."

No! her mind screams it but only her eyes go wide.

"He raped Veronica that night last year."

No! No! No! there's a burning forming in her insides, throbbing and pounding against her temple and ribcage but she only presses her lips together.

"He jumped off the roof of the Grand. He took everything so that you couldn't follow him, so that you'd be...safe," he finally looks up at her, clenching his hands around the metal guard rail bordering her bed and she can clearly see where he must have hit Logan earlier.

No! No! No! No! No! No! it's an odd feeling, but in that moment, it hurts so badly that she can understand why. Why he did it.

"He took everything so you wouldn't be able to look for him. He knew I wouldn't even try."

*********************************

Veronica is with her mom when she comes to check her out in the morning, her dad standing behind her smiling awkwardly and waving as they force her into a wheelchair. Veronica's smile is more sincere as she mouths 'Not dead' and points to Keith, doing little jazz hands to demonstrate her excitement.

She feels like pointing towards to morgue where she knows Cassidy must be and mouthing back 'Definitely dead,' adding in a more obscene hand gesture.

But she wont deny Veronica this relief. Her dad is alive, her rapist has been punished, and the mystery has been solved.

It's a bright new day for the Mars family.

The sun makes her eyes water.

*********************************

Deputy Sacks shows up at her door and the glare of daylight makes her squint. They need to take her statement, he tells her, can she follow him down to the station?

It'll take more than just a statement, she thinks.

It takes a lot longer than she thought it would, she wasn't prepared for the questions Lamb had waiting for her. Questions about Cassidy, about what he was like, what they had been, what they had done.

Hadn't done, she has to tell them.

"One more question, Ms. Mackenzie," Lamb leans forward and turns off the tape recorder, steepling his hands over the table, "Veronica Mars, I believe you know her?"

She nods.

"She's claiming that Cassidy Casablancas raped her about a year ago. Now considering that the two of you never...Well, you were his girlfriend, weren't you?" Lamb smiles condescendingly, "Don't you think that Veronica might have her facts mixed up-"

"He did it," she interrupts him, unable to listen to anymore of his bullshit and it's an empty victory when his face falls. "Cassidy Casablancas wasn't who I thought he was."

I hate you, she thinks, looking at Lamb. But by you, she means everyone.

*********************************

She recognizes the truck parked next to her Beetle in the sheriff's office parking lot. She walks to her passenger door, peering into his rolled down window,

"Are you drinking?" she asks incredulously. He just takes another swallow of something brown.

"You didn't come to the funeral," it's a statement, not an accusation. He's not placing blame and it makes her like him, just a little.

"Let me drive you home," she starts to reach for the door handle but he just slaps her hands away.

"Absolutely not."

She has to press herself to her car to keep from getting her feet taken off as he abruptly reverses and squeals out of the parking lot.

*********************************

She didn't know he was even going to Hearst until she saw him that afternoon, followed shortly by his appearance at her door that night.

My little brother never cared about you

Wasn't he the one that told her he had?

*********************************

It's long months before he stops her at the beach, apologizes, leans in for a kiss. She pushes his head away, more aware than ever that they are in public, that he is drunk, and that seriously, they have to be the two most fucked up people in the entire world.

*********************************

She's studying up for her anthropology midterm, going over some last minute vocab on the steps outside when a shadow blocks her light. He grins, just a little, and plops down beside her.

"Guess who spent the night at the Grand last night?" he wags his eyebrows at her once, twice, but smiles again, and looks like a gangly boy for a second.

"Bonnie?" He rolls his eyes and scoffs.

"I haven't seen Bonnie since last year, in fact, I've been single for a while now. Staying away from the ladies, you know, focusing on my classes." He's being serious and she can't help it when her eyebrows ascend into her hairline.

"Veronica, Mac. Veronica stayed over last night. Looks like we'll be seeing more of each other."

The fact that Logan and Veronica are trying again doesn't come as a surprise. What does take her off guard, is that she doesn't mind.

*********************************

She's not sure how he even found out it was her birthday, but decides that Veronica is somehow to blame. The small blonde and Logan had decided it was time to visit Duncan down under and she insisted that Parker not cancel her date just because she was too lame to have any plans for her birthday.

It shakes her, just a little, when it's Dick in her doorway, his last visit being so memorable.

"Check it!" he hold up two rectangles of paper to her face and shimmies on his toes while she grabs at them.

"I-Max tickets? Dick...Do you really think I'm a geek all the time?"

"Come on, Mackie!" he whined, "It's your birthday and you can't do nothing. Besides, it's about dinosaurs and, geek or not," he emphasized the point by pointing to her and then to himself, "that's awesome."

She smiles at him and turns to grab her flip flops, calling over her shoulder, "You've got a flask on you, don't you?"

He hands her a metal rectangle and pats his pocket, "I have two, birthday girls don't share."

*********************************

When she wakes up the next morning and finds herself with him, she has to push down the panic. The feel of the Neptune Grand sheets against her skin, the suffocating beige walls, the default tiles that line the shower.

When he finally stirs she clutching the comforter around herself, franticly searching for her clothes.

"Mac..." he starts.

"This is not right, this is not right. You're his brother and I must be fucking sick, I'm sick in the head."

She's still sobbing when he leads her gently into the bathroom, strips off the blankets, and walks them both into the shower.

He wraps his arms around her as the water grows warmer and says, "I wont leave you with nothing. I wont take anything you don't want to give me. I wont take anything."

You already did, she wants to tell him.

*********************************

The second time she wakes up with him, he's already awake and watching her, waiting to see if she'll spook and try to run like last time.

"You know, I was thinking about something," he rolls onto his side, facing her fully and began to finger her hair, "In the grand scheme of things, Beav did a lot of shit that wasn't right, he did some really messed up stuff and he hurt people way worse than he hurt us. But you and me, I don't know, I think it's a good thing," he picks up her hand and presses a kiss to the palm, "I think it's the last good thing he did."

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She goes to a party with Veronica and Parker, some 'girls night bonding' thing Parker has been spewing about since Logan and Veronica hooked up again, wanting to prove that it's all just water under the bridge. Tangled, incestuous, complicated water.

She's on her way back from the bathroom when she hears over the din of the crowd, "Mackie! Mac, Mac, Mackie!" There's a blonde mop making it's way to her and it takes a few seconds for her to realize the goofy grin on his face makes her feel...happy.

"What are you doing here?" she crosses her arms, trying her best to look threatening but she can tell he's not buying it.

"What? I heard there was a rager, how was i supposed to know it was your stupid, no boys allowed party," he pouts, "Anyway, this party is way lame," he whispers to her conspiratorially, "I think I'm gonna roll."

"Have you been drinking?" it's not like she needs to ask, she knows the way he operates. But there's something completely different about him here, empty solo cup in hand, teeth showing, alive with energy. It's nothing like the scene at the sheriff's station all those months ago.

He nods, waving the empty cup and his keys at her knowingly. "Let me drive us home," she holds out her palm for his car keys but he simply puts his hand in hers and starts to lead her from the party.

"Absolutely."

A Call for Help

offbeat_lover — Wed, 11 Mar 2009 23:38:33 GMT

Title: A Call for Help
Author: offbeat_lover
Summary: Mac finds herself in a scarily familar dilemma.
Characters: Mac, Dick, Veronica, Logan
Total Words: 9,787
Rating: PG-13 at the most
Disclaimer: I don't own anything having to do with Veronica Mars. All characters and places belong to Rob Thomas.
Author's Note: I am pretty sure I said almost a year ago that I would actually post this. I wrote it way back in September '07 and posted it on fanfiction.com but wanted to put it up here. It was my first piece of fiction that I ever wrote, let alone fanfiction. Constructive Criticism is welcome!!! Any mistakes made are totally my own.

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Her head pounding for some unknown reason, Cindy "Mac" Mackenzie fought to open her sandy feeling eyes. Once that battle was completed, she slowly raised her head and tried to peer around the room. Several things immediately stuck out to her; things that frightened her as she had not been frightened in a long while. First, and perhaps most terrifying, was that she seemed to be naked. And in a hotel room. It was like that horrifying night all over again, only this time, she knew she had not gone willingly to this room.

Fighting her aching body, she slowly pulled herself up. She frantically looked around for something to cover herself up with, realizing that for some reason the blankets that should have been on the bed were gone. She managed to crawl into the bathroom to see if there was a towel, but discovering there wasn't, she crawled back out. She refused to entertain the thought of covering up in a plastic shower curtain again. She saw the curtains on the windows. Making a split decision that those curtains would be more comfortable than the plastic kind, she slowly and painfully crawled her way across the room to the window.

When she reached her destination, it took Mac a couple of tries to get a good grip on the bottom of the curtains. She started to pull as hard as she could and with a crash the curtain rod broke free of the wall and fell down, just missing her head. Mac then proceeded to get the curtain off the rod in order to cover herself.

Once Mac was as satisfied as she could be with her coverage, she looked around the room more closely to try to figure out where she was and why she was there. She thought it was somewhat reminiscent of the furniture in the Neptune Grande, but really, she had tried to avoid any rooms there since that awful night a little over a year ago. However, she really couldn't shake the duel feelings of recognition and dread that were flowing through her as she looked around the room.

Realizing that sitting there wasn't doing much for her current predicament, Mac decided that trying to get help was the most important thing. She painstakingly climbed to her feet andunsteadily made her way across the room, looking for her cell phone. God, why was it so hard for her to move??? She slowly realized that if she couldn't find her clothing, chances were very good her phone would also be listed among the missing items. However, she somewhat happily realized that the room phone was still available to her as a way to call for help.

Once she had made her way slowly over to the phone and lowered herself down on the ground next to the bed and the desk, she pulled the phone to her. However, once she had her hands on the potentially lifesaving device, she realized that she couldn't think of anyone's phone number. Why should she be able to? Any number she called regularly was safely stored in the memory bank of her phone. She sighed in what was the first flitting of anger. After being so careful to not put herself into a situation where she could become this vulnerable again, she had somehow managed to get right back in the same situation. Only this time she had actually apparently been drugged. Not only that, but she was now beginning to realize how much more vulnerable she was.

Could she have been raped?

Panicking now, she picked up the phone and dialed the only number she had memorized. A number she had been debating with herself to call for almost 3 weeks now. She counted the rings, begging the person on the other line to answer.

"Yo, seeing as how I don't recognize this number, I hope you are a really hot chick looking for a good time!"

She sighed silently in relief, but didn't say anything, she was so relieved that he answered.

"Umm, hello? I mean, I totally dig the hot and sexy breathing routine, but how about you describe yourself first so I can get in on the heavy breathing thing too?"

"Dick...?"

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Dick Casablancas had been having a crappy 3 weeks. Ever since that night he had almost kissed his dead brother's ex-girlfriend, he had been in a pretty foul mood. Even his best friend Logan Echolls had grown tired of his moodiness, and Logan was probably the moodiest guy Dick had ever met.

Although, for the first week and a half, Logan too had been in a fairly bad mood because of the fact that his girlfriend Parker had dumped him after finally realizing that Logan was still, and probably always would be, in love with Veronica Mars. Then, surprise surprise, Veronica had called Logan and asked to meet for coffee and to talk about whatever drama had gone down surrounding Parker's realization. Since then, Veronica had been over at the Presidential Suite in the Neptune Grande, where Logan and Dick lived, almost everyday. Dick didn't really know what was going on with the two of them, or with their now ex-significant others, as Veronica had apparently dumped her boyfriend Piz. To be honest, Dick really didn't care. He was too busy dwelling on that night at the beach 3 weeks ago. Hell, if he was being honest with himself, he'd been too busy dwelling on the past year, but especially that night on the beach.

He'd really been living up to his name the past year, especially when it came to one Cindy "Mac" MacKenzie. Although, he had always lived up to his name when it came to her, or anyone else he had thought lower than himself for that matter. But ever since the Beav had nosedived off the Grande, he'd definitely taken it out on Mac anytime he'd seen her. Thankfully for her, it hadn't been that often those first few months. But God, when he remembered what he had said to her that one awful night back at the beginning of fall, he couldn't help but cringe in self-hatred. It wasn't her fault. Any more than it was his. He often had to remind himself that it wasn't his fault that Beav did what he did, but he knew with absolute certainty that it hadn't been Mac's fault. She'd been the one bright spot in Beav's life. She didn't deserve what Beav had done to her, and he still wanted to kick his brother's ass for his actions that fateful night a year ago, and she really didn't deserve what he himself had said.

Too bad it took his fugitive father's reappearance to make Dick finally get up the nerve to apologize to Mac. Of course, the courage to do so had come with a lot of liquid help too. And his apology hadn't gone quite the way he'd been planning in the multiple ways he'd thought about doing it pretty much since he'd verbally attacked her. Instead of sounding sincere and maybe being able to leave as potentially friends, the way he really wanted, he had come off sounding like a stuttering, drunken idiot...and worst of all, he'd done what he had thought about only in his dreams and tried to kiss her!!!

He still couldn't believe that he had done that. However, as angry as he was at himself, he was disappointed too. For a moment there, he thought she might maybe want to kiss him too. He knew it was probably wrong of him to feel so attracted to his dead brother's ex-girlfriend, but damned if it didn't feel so wrong. It actually felt more right than he had felt about something in a long time. But no matter how right it felt, it didn't matter, because Mac thought he was scum, and justifiably so. He would do anything to make up for the things he and his brother had done to her.

Sighing, his head hurting slightly from all the self evaluation, he pulled back down his hearing muffs over his ears and picked up his gun. As much as target practice reminded him of his loser father, it still proved to be the one thing that relaxed him...well other than catching a glimpse of Mac smiling or laughing. It was good to know that she was able to move on from those awful nights that he and Beaver had put her through. Shaking his head again, he checked his weapon and then raised it to shoot a couple of rounds.

While reloading his weapon 15 minutes later, he felt his phone begin to vibrate. Walking to a quieter area and glancing down at the number that looked like it might be from the Grande, he answered it right before it would have gone to voice mail.

"Yo, seeing as how I don't recognize this number, I hope you are a really hot chick looking for a good time!"

He might as well keep up appearances of being an asshole, he thought wryly. Then, his brows furrowed as he heard the deep sigh and the breathing. This was going to be an odd phone call indeed.

"Umm, hello? I mean, I totally dig the hot and sexy breathing routine, but how about you describe yourself first so I can get in on the heavy breathing thing too?"

Then, his heart clenched as he heard the voice he had been dreaming about for months answer him, "Dick...?"

He was so shocked he lifted the phone from his ear and stared at it. He knew his mouth was hanging open, but he wanted to make sure this wasn't some sort of hallucination. Faintly he heard her speak again, "Dick? Are you there?"

He put the phone back to his ear. "Mac?"

"Dick, oh thank god. I am so happy you answered your phone."

To say that he was shocked would be an understatement. Was she calling to say that she had dumped her boyfriend and decided that she too was attracted to him? Yeah right, only in his dreams. But then he realized that there was something in her tone that was not right. Was she calling to tell him something had happened to the only person he could truly call his friend?

"Mac? Are you ok? Is something wrong? Did something happen to Logan and Veronica?"

When Mac didn't answer, but rather made a horrifying gasping sound accompanied by the sound of the phone dropping, he feared for the worst and it wasn't for Logan.

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Mac was trying to figure out what to say to Dick now that she had him on the phone when she heard a noise at the door. She dropped the phone without disconnecting, praying that Dick would stay on the line, and made her way as quickly to the door as possible. It was there that she realized she had nothing planned. She decided the best course of action would be to make the door impenetrable, even if it was just the maid out there; she was too scared to look. She was happy to see that the dresser seemed to be easily movable and made her way to the other side of it. She started to push as hard as she could, which was difficult in her presently less than ideal physical condition.

With tears streaming down her face from both fear and exertion, she was able to push the dresser halfway in front of the door just as it started to push open. With a frightened cry and a surge of adrenaline, she was able to push it the rest of the way, not giving anyway for the door to open. She heard a muffled curse and knew it wasn't the harmless maid trying to get, but rather whoever had locked her in here and taken her clothing and phone. She crawled back to the phone, physically worn out from pushing the dresser and picked the phone back up.

Before she even brought it to her ear, she could hear Dick's near frenzied yells. "MAC???? Mac, baby, please, tell me what's going on??? ARE YOU THERE????"

"D-dick, I'm b-back." She didn't know why it was so hard to talk, but hearing him so worried made her heart lurch and caused a knot of tears to well in her throat.

"Mac, what is going on? Are you ok? Where are you?" He seemed absolutely frantic. She heard a door slam and instinctively knew he had gotten into his car to go to her. This made her tingle in a way that really did not seem appropriate considering her current predicament.

"Oh god Dick, its happening again. I-I'm in a h-hotel, I d-don't know which one, and m-my cl-clothes are g-gone.” She couldn't help it, but she started to sob. “I-I think I just l-locked whoever did it out, I-I put the dr-dresser in f-front of the door.”

Through the phone line, she heard Dick groan. “Aww baby, that was good of you. You hear me? You did good. You are going to be ok. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. Do you understand me?”

His anger was palpable and she was happy it was not directed at her. It grounded her to know that he cared this much on her behalf. She realized that he couldn't see her nodding her head to let him know that she understood, so she whispered into the phone, because the knot in her throat got bigger every time he called her “baby.”

“Yes Dick, I understand.”

“Ok, baby, that's good. Now, I am pretty sure that this number you called me from is at the Grande. Do you know what that means? It means that I am pretty sure I know where you are at. Now, here's the bad news. I am going to have to get off the phone with you...”

Mac let out a sob at this, terrified to lose her one link to reality, to lose her one link to Dick, whom she trusted with her life.

“...Shhhh, baby, its ok Please, god baby, don't cry. I'm just gonna call Veronica, ok? I'm gonna give her this number and have her trace it, ok? That way I can get to you faster. I'm already almost back to the Grande. Please baby, stay strong for me, ok? You did real good, barricading yourself in. You are going to be safe for a while. Hotel dressers are really heavy. Ok baby, is that ok Mac? Will you trust me to get to you?”

Mac was trying not to let him hear her sobbing. She trusted him more than anything right now, for reasons she did not want to think about in her current state. She knew that he would come and save her, it was as simple as that. For some reason, she trusted him more at this moment than she ever had any of her previous boyfriends, including her current one Max, especially Max, and also more than her best friends Veronica and Wallace. He would save her.

“I know Dick, I know you will. Please, hurry...”

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Groaning in acute emotional pain, Dick promised Mac again that he would call her back as soon as he could and hung up the phone. Quickly memorizing the number she had called from, because as dumb as he acted he really was good with numbers, he called Veronica while he sped to the Grande. If any of Neptune's finest tried to pull him over, well, he'd just outrun them and take his chances with Veronica's dad, who happened to be the Sheriff.

“Hello?”

“Veronica? Quick, I need your help. Its an emergency.”

“Dick, seriously? Can't your fraternity do without my help for a day? What's the problem now? Someone needs to find the freshman who spilled beer on the carpet at the last party? Or let me guess, its actually you who needs my help. You want to find some skank that you made out with last night? Logan and I are busy. You are gonna have to figure it out by yourself this time buddy.”

Dick growled in frustration. Normally he would be amused by Veronica's snarkiness with him, but this was Mac's safety he was dealing with.

“Dammit Veronica! This is an emergency. Tell Logan he'll have to wait! Mac needs me right now, and you are the quickest way for me to get to her!!!”

He knew that this was probably not the best way to get her to help, but he just didn't care. Knowing that she would go into a Mac is my friend, not yours, lecture, he cut her off.

“Listen, Mac just called me. She's in trouble. I don't know why she called me instead of you, and I really don't care. I'm going to go to her, I'm going to save her. But I need your help. So save the lecture for later and just find out where this number is. I think its at the Grande, but I need confirmation and a room number. Ok? Here's the number...”

He proceeded to give her the number and then held his breath as he waited for his tactic to not work and for Veronica to explode at him. He was mildly surprised when Logan got on the phone instead.

“Hey man, she's looking up the number. And she's really upset. What's going on? Is this some joke, or is Mac really in trouble?”

Dick sighed, understanding why Logan would ask him something like this. After all, he had been trying very hard to live up to his moniker.

“Logan, I swear bro, and you can take this anyway you want, but I would not be joking about Mac like this, ok? I mean, would you joke about Veronica like this?”

Dick knew he had just revealed a lot about his feelings for Mac to his best friend and he had no idea how Logan would react. He held his breath, praying that Logan wouldn't tell him to grow up and stop being a jerk or something.

Logan sighed, “So, that's how it is, huh? Can't say I'm not surprised. She's a great girl. Just know that if you hurt her, I'll do my best to protect you, but you know how scary Ronnie is. I sorta had a feeling this might be how you were leaning, especially these past few weeks after that night at the beach.”

Dick sighed in relief, “Thanks bro. For not, you know...” Getting a little uncomfortable with the conversation, Dick turned his mind back to the matter at hand.

“How's she coming with that number? Seriously, I don't want to leave Mac alone for too long. She really seemed to need to hear my voice.” He wasn't really too sure about that, but he hoped it were true. She might be just as content, if not more so, for Veronica to be the one to call her back and rush to her rescue. But he'd been given this chance for whatever reason and he was not going to let Mac down again. Suddenly Veronica was back on the line.

“Dick? Yeah, you were right, the number is from the Neptune Grande. We are almost there, how close are you?”

“I am in the parking lot. What room is she in Ronnie?” He knew his voice sounded choked, but he would deal with these emotions later. And he didn't care what Veronica thought about them, not right now.

“Ok, the room number is 428. We will be there soon, but if she's in as much danger as you seem to think she is, go now. We'll meet you there, ok? Please Dick, make sure she's ok?”

“Ronnie, nothing means more to me than that right now.”

Dick hung up the phone quickly and redialed Mac's number as he ran into the hotel. He counted the rings, wondering why she wasn't picking up. When she didn't answer, his heart went to his throat. He bypassed the elevator and took the stairs, going 2 or 3 at a time. He was terrified that her barricade hadn't held and her attacker was back. Oh god, he couldn't let her get hurt.

He burst onto the 4th floor and ran down the hall, seeing a guy banging on a door. Realizing that it was Mac's door, he went even faster and hit the guy on a flying tackle. He was very satisfied with the painful sounding grunt the guy made. Pulling the guy up and putting his arm across his throat, Dick pressed him against the wall next to the door of the room he prayed Mac was still in unscathed.

Needing to know if she was ok, he started shouting her name. “MAC???? Baby? Are you ok??? It's me, Dick! You are going to be ok now! Keep the door closed right now, though, ok??? I got the guy, but I want to wait til Logan gets here to hold him for me! MAC? Did you hear me?”

He heard her beautiful voice, very much muffled through the door and the dresser answering him. “Dick? You're really here? Ok, let me know when I can move the dresser...if I can...I'm so weak.”

Her statement worried him, so he got even angrier and looked down into the guy's face. And then he was dumbfounded because he had seen this guy with Mac. It was her boyfriend Max. Dick smiled in wicked glee to know that he finally had a reason other than jealousy to rough this guy up. Shoving his arm tighter against Max's neck, he started questioning him.

“What the hell, dude? Is there a reason you felt the need to lock your girlfriend in a hotel room and steal her clothes?”

Max sputtered and his eyes got wide as he tried to rasp out an answer with Dick's arm pressed against his throat. “Oh, I should have known it would be you she would call. You're all she can talk about these days. 'Max, why are you dropping out, even Dick is still in school.' And 'Veronica, I really don't know what to do about Dick...' She thinks I can't see it, stupid bitch.”

A surge of happiness sprung into Dick's chest at this knowledge, but he had something to take care of first. His closed fist came rushing down into Max's nose at the insult to Mac. “Dude, you do NOT call that fine chick in there a stupid bitch, you got me, ass clown?”

Then, while Max somewhat collapsed onto the arm pressing against his neck, Dick used his other hand to pull out his cell. He dialed Veronica's phone. She picked up on the first ring.

“DICK! What the hell is going on??? Was she there, is she ok???”

“Ronnie baby, calm down. She's still in the room. I don't want to go in until Logan gets here to hold the ass that did this to her. I've got him semi-passed out and against the wall. I kinda get the feeling you might want to have a go at him with that gnarly taser of yours.”

“WHAT?!? You got the guy? How?”

“Oh ye of little faith, Veronica Mars. Babe, you're not the only one who can save the day. Besides my boy Max here was trying to get into Mac's room, but she had barricaded the door. She's one smart babe, Mac is. So, V, here's what I need you to do, ok? Please, just do it and don't argue and I swear you will be able to coddle our girl Mac once you do this. She's naked in there, Ronnie. No, I haven't gone in! Dammit would you just listen?!? I need you to send Logan to me and I need you to go up to my room and get her a shirt from my room. It'll be like a dress on her, but if you have any pajama pants, as if you would need them, but if you do have some in Logan's room, get them too. If not, I have a pair in the second drawer of my dresser that we might be able to tie tight on her. Ok? Can you do that for her?”

Veronica sighed into the phone, grateful that Dick was being so considerate for her friend and a little curious as to why. She had a feeling she already knew, but let the questioning go until later, when she knew that Mac was going to be ok.

“Yeah, Dick, I can do that. I'm also going to call my dad at the Sheriff's office, have him come down. Wait...did you say that it was Max?!? Oh man, I can't wait to get my hands on that little loser! I'm sure he already has some damage done, and Logan has that glint in his eye, so there will probably be more. I'm sure Pops will turn a blind eye to that though. Ok, we're pulling in now. See you in a few minutes. And Dick? Thanks.”

Dick smiled as he hung up the phone. Maybe after his act of chivalry, Veronica wouldn't have such a problem with him pursuing Mac romantically. And he was going to pursue her. It made him chuckle a little at the thought of him actively going after a girl, not for sex, but for a relationship, but that was what he wanted from Mac. Yeah, sex would be good, he was a male after all, but it wasn't the priority when it came to Mac, although the thought of making love to her, which is what it would be with her, got him all hot. He chuckled again at himself for thinking in such terms when it came to a chick, but he wasn't going to fight it anymore.

He glared down at Max, whom he had allowed to slink to the floor, and kicked him hard in the side just as the elevator doors opened and Logan came running out. He saw Veronica glance out, but thankfully stay in to go and get those clothes. He thought he might have heard a chuckle from her as his foot connected with Max. Logan came running up, slapping Dick on the back.

“Bro, you did good, huh?” Logan glanced at the door. “Is she ok in there?”

Dick turned to the door and then talked to Logan in a low voice. “I don't know, bro. She was really scared on the phone. He did what Beav did to her. Only, she seemed to not know how she got there. I think he drugged her to get her here. I want to be the first to see her, ok? You might have to hold Ronnie back, but I just...I have to make sure she's ok, you know? I don't know why, but she called me. I have to see this through.”

He turned to Logan with pleading eyes. He knew he looked like a lovesick puppy, but hey, if that's what he was, so be it. Logan knew what it was like to be deathly afraid of the woman he cared about. With Veronica that happened like once a year, at least. Logan had a sort of smile-smirk on his face and clapped Dick on the back again.

“Dude, you are sooo gone over her, aren't you? Its sorta cute, you know. Of course, Ronnie will probably give you an interrogation about your intentions or something, but she'll come around. Especially after today.” Logan scowled down at Max when he heard a groan and leaned down to pick him up. He grinned over at Dick.

“Sheriff Mars won't be here for a few minutes...” Logan then punched Max as hard as he could in the stomach. Logan really didn't like guys who did things like this. He thought they were scum and deserved to burn in hell with his father.

Smiling to himself on behalf of his best friend, Dick turned to the door. Taking a deep, steadying breath, he knocked softly on it. “Mac? Baby? You can open the door now. Logan is watching Max, he won't get away. You can let me in. It'll be ok.”

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As soon as she had heard Max pounding on the door yelling for her to let him in, Mac had sat down in front of the dresser and leaned on it, just to give it the added weight. She was terrified. The night before had started to come back to her as soon as she heard his voice. They had been at one of his friend's houses and he had been drinking. She had gotten mad and said if that's the kind of thing that he wanted her to do, they might as well have gone to one of Logan and Dick's parties. He had gotten really angry and started to yell at her. Some of the things he had been saying actually made sense and were true. Yes, she had been focused on Dick the past few weeks, but she had been really confused about their last meeting. And that was when Mac had realized, while her boyfriend, the one person who should be the one she thought of so constantly, was yelling at her that she shouldn't be dating him. Not if she was so focused on someone else.

So, Mac had agreed with Max. She had told him that he was right, and that she definitely had feelings of some sort for Dick that she needed to sort through, and so it would be better if they didn't see each other anymore. But to be fair, she had to tell Max that she thought he still had feelings for that Wendy girl he had been seeing. He was not happy with her for bringing it up. He yelled even more at her. When she told him she was leaving, he got really quiet and then started to apologize profusely. He asked her if he could go get her a drink and they could talk more about it, and to be fair to him and what they had had together, she had agreed. That was apparently where she had made her mistake. She remembered drinking the soda he had brought her and then beginning to feel woozy. She had looked up at him and he had a very strange look on his face. She realized that he had drugged her and tried to get away but collapsed in his arms.

Then she had woken up in the hotel and now here she was, cowering in fear behind a dresser, naked, vulnerable, and alone, all over again. Just as she felt the anger begin to bubble up in her chest at him for doing this to her again, the pounding stopped and she heard a soft grunt. Then she heard the most amazing sound she could think of --- Dick asking if she was ok. She collapsed in relief and responded to him.

She heard him unintelligibly through the door. She also heard some more grunts and smiled in satisfaction knowing that Dick was not going to let Max go unscathed. Then another voice joined Dick's. It kind of sounded like Logan, which meant that she could soon open the door. She put herself into position to push the dresser back, and waited for Dick to give her the go ahead. She couldn't wait to open the door. It didn't matter that she was naked under the wrap she had made out of the curtains, she just needed to be held by Dick right now. She knew if Logan was there, Veronica must also be in the vicinity, but she wasn't ready to deal with her yet.

Suddenly, Dick was calling to her again. “Mac? Baby? You can open the door now. Logan is watching Max, he won't get away. You can let me in. It'll be ok.”

She pushed the dresser as much as she could, but it only went a little more than halfway before catching on something. She giggled a little to herself hysterically that she could blockade the door, but now apparently could not get out.

“Dick? The dresser is stuck! The door is a little more than halfway clear of it, but it won't go any further!” She knew he could hear the tears in her voice and wryly thought that just minutes ago she was happy she couldn't get out, but now she really needed this door to open.

“Its ok baby, don't worry about it. Just unlock it and I'll use my mass amounts of brute strength to bust it open. And if that doesn't work, we've got good old Max here to use as a battering rod.” She knew he was joking to keep her calm and her heart swelled even more with emotion for him. She wouldn't dare call it love, because that would be just silly, but she knew now that if they developed their relationship, of which she had no doubt there would be, she definitely could fall in love with him and probably quickly. Unlike with Bronson and Max, her two boyfriends this past year, that did not scare her.

After unlocking the door, she stepped away and watched as it started to push open. She could see Dick through the crack, his head down, pushing as hard as he could. She stared at the muscles in his arms flexing and swallowed hard as a wave of heat shot through her. This was definitely not the time for those thoughts, she thought with a smirk.

He finally had the door pushed open enough to slink in. He shimmied in, sucking in his breath to get his wide chest through the tiny space, apparently not wanting to take the time to push door open more. As soon as he stumbled into the room, he went to her and took her in his arms, pressing his head to her own. She heard the door close, and had a feeling that Logan might be running some interference with Veronica in order to give Dick and her some time alone.

She felt the deep breath Dick took, and even more curiously, thought she felt an odd wetness in her hair. She held him tighter, feeling her own tears run down her face. Finally after a time period that could have been mere moments or years, she really couldn't tell anymore now that he was here, he pulled away and taking her face in his big hands, looked down at her own face. Her heart warmed at the way he focused on her eyes, making sure she knew that he was trying to respect the fact that she was vulnerable.

“Oh god baby, are you ok?”

His voice was a choked whisper and it made her smile. She nodded her head at him and realized that she too could not speak at full volume. “I am now that you are here.”

He just nodded his head and hugged her close again, rocking softly. “Oh god, I'm so glad you are ok. Can you tell me what happened? Did he do anything...?” She teared up a little again, shaking her head.

“I-I don't think he did, but I can't remember. We got in a fight last night,” she looked up at him, trying to make him understand without words that it had been about him, “a-and I told him we shouldn't see each other anymore. He was really mad. Then he got all apologetic and asked to talk about it. He got me a drink and after I drank it I started to feel funny. I-I knew that he must have drugged me and tried to run, but it was too late. The last thing I remember before I woke up here was collapsing in his arms.”

Dick was nodding his head, but she caught him glare at the door and knew he wanted to go out there and take out his anger on Max even more. Then he looked down at her and, raising his thumbs, wiped tears she didn't realize she was shedding off her cheeks. He led her to a chair in the room and sat her down. Then he walked into the bathroom and she heard water running. He came back out with a glass of water and handed it to her.

“Here, I want you to drink it all. You still seem a little woozy, so you need to get whatever he gave you out of your system. This will help a little, but they'll know exactly what to give you at the hospital. Veronica can go with you if you'd feel more comfortable, but I'll drive behind. I'm pretty sure her dad will have called the paramedics to come along just in case.”

Just as he said that, sirens started to shriek off in the distance, getting closer. Mac took the water and drank it down as he wandered over to the door and looked out, taking something from Logan. She heard Veronica's voice, but he just closed the door on her. She felt the ghost of a smile touching her lips, knowing that he was definitely going to pay for that later with V.

He walked back over to her, with what looked like a bundle of clothing in his arms. He looked a little sheepish as he crouched down in front of her.

“I..umm...I had Veronica run up to my room and get you a shirt and some pajama pants. They are both probably going to dwarf you since they are mine, but I figure its better than that curtain you are wearing, no matter how hot you may be making it look.” He tried a little grin, and again her heart lurched as she recognized his attempt at humor and at his consideration. She reached out a hand and ran her fingers softly along his cheek. She watched as his eyes widened and he took a deep breath.

“Thank you Dick. They'll be perfect.” Going on instinct, not thinking at all about the wrongs and rights of the situation, but rather just going off of emotion, Mac leaned forward and laid her lips softly against Dick's. She felt his indrawn breath and his arm that went to grab the back of her chair. As she softly rubbed her lips against his own amazingly soft ones, she could feel him holding himself steady, as if afraid to frighten her by reacting. This made her smile and she pulled back to look at him. She softly brushed a piece of hair off of his forehead, her smile widening at the way his pupils were dilated and how heavy he was breathing.

Suddenly they both heard more of a commotion out in the hall and knew that there time together was almost up. Dick slowly stood up, reaching his hand down to her.

“Umm, you had better go in the bathroom and get dressed. I'll move the dresser more clearly out of the way and send Ronnie in. She's probably at the end of her leash and taking it out on Max.” He got a strangely gleeful look on his face. “Hmm, I could totally dig it if she tasered his balls. He would deserve it. And there's no way Poppa Mars would arrest his own daughter for assaulting an asshole like that.”

Mac giggled a little as she walked into the bathroom and closed the door. She leaned against it and took a deep breath. She brought her fingers to her lips and touched them, smiling. She heard him leave and Veronica enter. She moved out of the way just in time for the bathroom door to shoot open and for Veronica to throw herself at her.

“Oh my God, Mac!!! Are you ok? Here, let's get you dressed and then we can get Dad in here and the paramedics. Why didn't you call me? I mean, not that I'm not glad you called someone, and yeah, Dick did good, but still!”

As she went on in her hurried monologue, Veronica helped strip Mac of the curtain, looking disdainfully down at it. She handed Mac the shirt first, which Mac gratefully put on. She couldn't help but take a deep breath in of Dick's scent, feeling a great sense of calm at being surrounded by it. She caught the look Veronica gave her and raised her eyebrow right back at her. She was daring V to say anything at this moment. She should have known nothing would stop the infamous Veronica Mars from interrogating a suspect, even if it was her traumatized best friend. As she handed Mac the large pajama pants, Veronica spoke up.

“So, you finally figured out your feelings for Dick then?” Mac drew back in surprise. That definitely was no the way she thought Veronica would start, or the fact that Veronica would be smiling. Mac smiled back at her as she tightened the drawstring on Dick's pants, looking up at her best friend.

“Yeah, I guess I have. That's actually sort of what set Max off. I guess he could tell that I had some unresolved feelings towards Dick that I was dealing with and when he brought it up last night, to his surprise, I didn't deny it. I told him we shouldn't see each other anymore and I guess he went nuts. I know I should probably be more upset about all of this, and I'm sure later I will be, but right now I'm sorta basking in the Dick and I finally figured it out glow, you know? Part of me kinda wants to go out there and thank Max for causing me and Dick to finally come together. Well you know, after kicking him.”

Veronica laughed and put her arm around Mac. “That's my girl. Always get your revenge along with rubbing it in their faces, that is the code we live by.” Then Veronica got a serious look on her face and turned back to Mac.

“Mac, I think he really cares about you. Seriously. I mean, his fear was palpable on the phone earlier. When I at first thought he wanted something stupid, I thought he was going to come through the phone and rip my head off if he thought it would get him to you faster. And his face walking out of here just now. Logan agrees. He's never seen Dick like this. He said that Dick hasn't even looked at another girl in like 2 months. And I must say, I've never seen you like this either. Even these past few weeks. I'd see you get this look on your face when we were studying, like you were somewhere else. You'd have this little smile. I sorta had a feeling you might be thinking about him, the way you kept bringing him up. As much as I hate to say it, this could actually be good for the two of you. Not that I'm not going to, you know, do my thing, and let him know what's what. But I want you to know that if you decide to go for this, which I think you already have, I'm not going to lecture about it being a bad idea. Ok?”

Mac felt that tight knot of emotion in her throat again and knew that her eyes had filled with tears again. She nodded softly and then was in Veronica's arms as her best friend rocked her back and forth. Then there a knock on the hotel room door and she heard V's dad calling out.

“Hey, is it ok if the paramedics and I come in now? Just to see how you are doing?”

Mac and Veronica walked out into the room and Veronica nodded to her father. Sheriff Mars and two paramedics opened the door wider and walked in as Veronica went to the door. The paramedics had Mac sit down on the chair and started to take her vitals. Veronica returned with Dick in tow. Dick immediately went to Mac's side and knelt down, his hand next to her own on the chair. Mac saw Veronica and her father share a look and giggled a little, startling the paramedics.

After some preliminary readings, the paramedics, with Dick's encouragement, decided to take Mac to the hospital. She refused to be taken down on a stretcher, especially since she was now dressed, but could not argue with Dick enough for him to refuse to carry her. After seeing the fear still in his eyes, she agreed, and allowed him to carry her to the ambulance. She actually didn't mind that much, and nuzzled against his neck, breathing in his wonderful scent. She also took pleasure in seeing Max, bruised and bloodied, sitting in the backseat of Sheriff Mars' car and the look of surprise and hurt he had because of her closeness to Dick.

As Dick climbed into the ambulance and got in beside her, Mac couldn't stop the huge smile she felt spreading across her face. Dick just smiled softly back down at her, touching her face gently as if he couldn't believe she was ok.

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Dick was able to stay with Mac for most of her exam, but when she decided, just to be on the safe side, to have a rape kit done, he said he would wait out in the hall and send Veronica into the room instead. He wanted to make sure she was as comfortable as possible. Logan stayed out in the hall with him as he paced up and down. He was sorely tempted to do what Logan did a few short months ago and do some public damage in order to be put in the same cell as Max so he could do some more damage to him. But Mac needed him here, and besides, he doubted Sheriff Mars would be so kind. There was only so much he could turn a blind eye to.

He was in agony, he needed to know that Mac hadn't been hurt that way. If she had been, well, he wouldn't be able to control his actions then. Nothing would be able to keep Max safe from him. Mac would be ok though, she had Veronica and Parker, who had both been through that horror, to talk to. But he couldn't bear it if it had happened to Mac.

He couldn't help it. He had to get rid of some of this anger. He turned and punched the wall as hard as he could. He felt something pop, but didn't care. He just kept hitting the wall. He felt Logan come up behind him and grab his shoulders. He didn't care how it looked, he turned and slumped into the guy he considered a brother's arms and let himself cry. He couldn't help but chuckle wryly at how reminiscent the pose was to the beginning of the school year when Dick had arrived at Logan's after what he had said to Mac and collapsed in his arms then too. Then it had been because he had caused her pain, and now it was because he had failed to protect her.

Logan seemed to know this and patted his back. “Dude, come on. You did everything you could. You saved her. You got there. You got her out. And you heard the doctor, it was more likely than not that she wasn't raped. Max swore he didn't touch her other than putting that pill in her drink and taking her clothes. He just wanted to scare her, you heard what V's dad said. Max confessed as soon as he got into the interrogation room. She's gonna be ok.”

Dick nodded and pulled away, wiping his eyes. “I know what I heard, but until Veronica walks out here and tells me everything is ok, I'm not gonna believe it. God, it was my fault what that it happened to Veronica. What if I couldn't stop it from happening to Mac? I mean, I like Veronica, I think of her as a good friend, but Mac? God she's everything. And what if I couldn't stop it from happening again?” He collapsed into a chair and put his head into his hands.

Logan looked up and saw Veronica standing there with tears in her eyes, staring at Dick open mouthed. He knew that she had been unaware of how much guilt Dick carried with him about what had happened to her with Beaver. Not only had Dick been the one to put GHB in the drink Madison Sinclair had ultimately given to Veronica, but he had also put Beaver in the room with an unconscious Veronica and, albeit jokingly, told Beaver to have his way with her. There was no way for him to know what kind of monster his little brother had turned out to be. Logan knew it, and he hoped that Veronica would see it too. But at the same time, he couldn't blame Veronica if she didn't. She had after all ended up being raped. That still tore at him. He knew what Dick was going through right now.

Veronica sat down next to Dick and placed her hand on his back. Dick jerked up and stared at her, horrified as he relieved that she had heard him. He didn't know what to say to her. He just stared at her, waiting for her to scream at him that it was all his fault for the things that Beaver had done, that he was to blame for the deaths of their classmates, for her rape, for what had happened to Mac. He waited for her to tell him to leave and never come back and never look at Mac again. As Veronica took a deep breath, Dick held his, waiting for what was to come.

“Dick, I want to make myself very clear here, ok? Just listen very carefully. It was not your fault. Yeah, you made some mistakes, and yeah, I was mad at you for it. But you aren't that person anymore. You proved that today. And you were NOT responsible for Beaver's actions! How could you have been when you didn't know what had happened to him at little league? He held it all inside! He didn't tell anyone. He didn't want to. Nothing you could have done would have changed that.” She then hit him upside the head, which absolutely shocked him.

“And what is this crap about last night and today being your fault? How can you even justify that? As soon as you got that call from her, you did everything in your power to get to her. I couldn't even have done better myself. You proved yourself to her, ok? This was 100 Max's fault. He's the one who drugged her, who took her clothes and phone and anything she could cover herself with. And for the record, she was not assaulted in any sort of way. The rape kit came up clear.”

Dick felt his body go absolutely slack in relief. Veronica had to hold him up in his chair as he leaned forward and felt tears running down his face again. Damn, he was turning into a crybaby, but he couldn't help it, he was so relieved. He raised his head and looked at Veronica, who was rubbing his back.

“Ronnie, I am so sorry for everything. The fact that you don't blame me, well I can't put into words how that makes me feel, because no matter what, a part of me will always blame myself. I could have stopped him, at least from what he did to you. Til the day I die, I'll have to live with that.” He pulled himself out of his chair and then looked uncertainly at the door to Mac's room. Veronica smiled a little and stood up herself, a little happy that the emotional moment was over, but satisfied that she and Dick had a new understanding about each other.

“You can go in Dick. And I meant what I said, she's perfectly fine. They're putting her on an IV to flush out the drugs, but other than that she is in top condition. She's just putting back on your clothes. She would rather where them than a gown. The nurse will be out in a minute to let you go in.” She then lifted a finger and pointed it menacingly at him, stabbing him in the chest.

“But you listen here, and you listen good. I've got a good feeling about the two of you, and after our little talk out here just now, I feel even better. But that doesn't mean I won't come after you if you hurt her, you hear me? You know I could ruin you. But I get the feeling that you aren't going to willingly hurt her, are you?”

Dick smiled down at the chick who had become one of his greatest friends. He chucked at the thought that 2 years ago he would have punched someone who had suggested that he would count Veronica Mars and Cindy “Mac” Mackenzie as two of the closest people to him. God, he had been such an ass. He knew he might get his ass kicked, but he couldn't help it, he reached down and ruffled Veronica's hair. She scowled up at him.

“Don't worry chica, I'm not gonna screw this up. You can count on it.” He looked up as the nurse walked out and motioned him to go ahead in to Mac's room. He smiled and waved at Veronica and Logan and then sauntered in. His eyes honed right in on the beautiful girl lying in the bed, connected to an IV. He walked straight to her and grabbed her hand, sitting down in the chair next to her bed. He smiled down at her, his fingers softly pushing a piece of platinum hair off of her forehead.

“Hey baby, how are you doing?”

Mac graced him with probably the most beautiful smile he had ever seen and squeezed his hand. “I'm doing ok. Nothing physically wrong with me other than the drugs. Dick...I don't know how to thank you. For everything you did today...for...just...thank you.” He thought she looked quite adorable as she turned a lovely pink color.

He leaned down and brushed a kiss on her heated cheeks. “Mac, nothing could have stopped me from getting to you. I want you to know that. I know I screwed up 3 weeks ago in the way I went about my apology to you. And I know I freaked you out when I tried to kiss you. Its just...god, after that night last fall, I knew I had acted like the biggest ass ever. I've been trying to figure out how to apologize for months. And then I went and got drunk and blew it. I'm honored that I'm the one you called. You had no reason to trust me to help you. And yet you did. That means the world to me. I don't care how you want to go about this, if you just want to be friends, I don't care. I mean I do, but if you just want to be friends right now, I'll just have to try really hard to win you over even more. And let's face, I will.” He smiled that lady killer smile he knew he was known for. He was relieved when she laughed up at him. God he was praying that she wouldn't just want to be friends. But he'd do it. He'd be the best friend she'd ever had, if he just got to be close to her.

“Oh you will, huh? Well, I have to say, I think you won me over 3 weeks ago. If not before that. That's what Max was so angry about. He knew that you were the one occupying my thoughts. Dick, I want to be really clear here, because I know you, and I know that you are probably blaming yourself right now, but just because Max used you as a reason for doing this, that doesn't make it your fault. It was all his. You saved me. You are the one who came through. I don't just want to be friends. But we should probably start slow, just in case, you know? Like, maybe as a thank you thing, I could like take you out for coffee, and then we'll see where it goes? Maybe we could play some video games after?”

Dick loved that as she asked him out, she was blushing. He couldn't help it, he leaned down and kissed her. He loved the taste of her lips. They had to be the softest lips he'd ever kissed. He liked it even better when she wrapped the arm that wasn't attached to a machine around him and deepened the kiss. When he felt her tongue shyly touch his lips, he smiled and pulled back. When he saw her look of confusion, he smiled wider.

“Hey babe, you're the one who said you wanted to take it slow. So, as an answer, yeah, totally, coffee, video games, whatever. I don't care, I just want to spend time with you. And you know, go slow. From what I've heard that means not a lot of kissing...” He looked down at her wickedly, silently daring her. He was really happy when she pokered up and raised his bet.

“Oh, I don't know whoever said going slow meant no kissing...” He sighed happily as she pulled him back down and kissed him hungrily. Yeah, this ended up being a pretty good day. He couldn't wait for that coffee date.

END.

Fic Conceivable (Mac/Dick and Veronica/Lamb) R, Chap 10 OH MY GOD

devylish — Sun, 22 Feb 2009 00:48:59 GMT

Title Conceivable
Chapter 10 OH MY GOD!

Author Devylish
Pairing Um, MaDi and DoVe
Rating R

Words 2671

AN unbeta’d AN I apologize for my lazy a$$edness re: getting this new chapter out into your hands. Work, RL, health, yeah they all combined and added to the slacker affect, but yup, laziness was involved in there too. Thanks for hanging with me. I envision 1-2 more chaps after this.

Previously

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“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I overslept, I was having this dream about, erh, umm, well it doesn’t matter; I made it—.“ Veronica pulled to a halt as she saw Mac sitting at their favorite booth with her head cradled in her hands. “And never mind about me, what’s up with you buttercup?”

“Dick wants to buy a house!” Mac mumbled from behind her hands.

“And you’re worried that he doesn’t have the brain cells required to handle the transaction?” Veronica asked; confusion and sarcasm equally lacing her voice. She slid into her side of the booth, dropping her carryall onto the seat next to her.

“Veronica….” Mac admonished quietly.

“Sorry, still working on the ‘Dick is good’ idea…. And seriously, I am so going to call him Richard, or Rick from now on.”

Mac laughed quietly before slipping back into a heavy silence.

“So, Dick wants to buy a house?” At Mac’s quiet nod, Veronica pondered the information a few seconds before giving in and expressing her bewilderment. “Umm, sorry Mac, I’m not seeing the problem with that.”

“He wants to buy a house with a pool, and a game room, and, and… a room for my ‘computer shit’.”

Veronica slowly made the connection. “So, Dick asked you to move in with him!?”

“Not in so many words, but, yeah, the offer was there.”

“Mac! That’s great! Way to go Dickie!!!”

Mac lifted her head from her hands for the first time since Veronica had arrived, and her red rimmed eyes made Veronica question her thoughts on the situation.

“It’s NOT great??”

“Guilt is not great.”

“Guilt?”

Mac blinked back the tears that edged her eyes. “He… he only wants to move in with me because we’re, I’m, pregnant. I mean, it’s… it’s like I’m forcing him to buy a house, and make room for me, and, and…. I don’t want to weigh him down – make him feel responsible for me too; I mean, the baby, our baby, is going to be a big enough change to his lifestyle without adding me to the mix.”

A look of amazement on her face, Veronica looked at the smartest person she knew in Neptune.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Mac’s eyes flickered rapidly. “Huh?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me Mac! I mean, as much as it pains me to say it, Dick is crazy about you! Head over heels, cut off a limb, pussy whipped, crazy!” Veronica gulped, “He loves you.”

“It’s not love, it… it’s guilt, it’s responsibility, it’s –“

“It’s love! I mean, Mac, Dick is not the guilt feeling type!”

“Yes he is. He feels guilty about my being all pregnant, and, and he wants to apologize, and, and… buying a house and moving the pregnant girlfriend in, is a big step toward assuaging guilt.”

“Dick’s dumbness is rubbing off on you.”

“Veronica!”

“I’m not apologizing this time; it’s the only thing that makes sense. You’re smart, yet, faced with clear signs that Dick is unbelievably, undeniably crazy about you, and you can’t see it!” Veronica leaned over the table, “Let’s break this down, shall we? Dick and you were fucking.”

Mac eeeped quietly.

“Normally not that big of a deal, because, well Dick is known for… his dick. But, in your case? Big deal, because he didn’t hit it and quit it… he hit it,” Veronica shrugged uncomfortably, “and held it. That suggests you’re ‘special’ to him. Secondly,” she ticked off another finger. “He finds out you’re pregnant. Normal Dick reaction would be: hands raised, slowly backing away from the scene of the crime. Instead, he starts doing proverbial cartwheels. Cooing and goo goo ga ga’ing over your baby belly. Why? Because he loves you, and he’s flipping excited that his girl is pregnant.”

“But –“

“No buts. We’re butless here. Dick next,” Veronica ticked a third finger, “agrees to your stupid-ass rule about not telling anyone about the pregnancy, which involves him getting physically threatened by Lamb, AND his having to… OUR having to, pretend that we’re a couple. Do you realize what a pain in the ass that is for me… and Dick?” Veronica shuddered lightly. “But we both agreed to do it because we both love you! Finally,” a fourth finger was brought into action, “Dick tells you he wants to set up a happy home with you and YOU think that he’s doing it out of a sign of guilt. When has Dick EVER done anything out of guilt? AND really, if he felt guilty about the pregnancy, why would he buy a house for the two of you, he could just buy YOU a house.”

“He feels responsible for—“

Veronica snorted, and not very delicately. “Dude!” And then she shook her head in disbelief that she’d just used a Dick catch phrase… she’d been spending WAY too much time with him recently. “I mean, Mac! Dick IS responsible for your situation. You BOTH are. When you have sex with someone, both of you take the chances inherent in that action. And you both take responsibility for the end results.”

“I don’t want Dick to spend time with me out of a sense of –“

“OH MY GOD! Does he suck the brain cells out of your head when he kisses you? Have you not heard a word I’ve said about Dick being in love with you, and that love being proven in every move he makes? I mean you two have a relationship. You had a relationship before you started having sex, and before you started making baby MaDi’s! It’s not like you two just jumped one another’s bones for no apparent reason like Lamb and…”

Okay, that’s more information that I wanted to share.

“What I’m trying to say is, Dick –“

“Wait, wait,” Mac sat up straight. “Dick and I didn’t just jump one another’s bones like Lamb and ‘who’?”

Crap. “Huh?”

“Lamb and who? Who’s been jumping Lamb bones?”

Veronica sunk, just a bit, in her seat, “Uh, no one?” She offered unconvincingly.

Mac observed Veronica; the fact that she couldn’t look Mac in the eye was making Mac’s ‘suspicion nerves’ tingle. Big time.

“Veronica?”

“So, as I was saying –“

“No. No, no, no; oh we are so not leaving this topic. Have you… are you… and Lamb?”

Veronica gave up and dropped her head onto the table with a resounding ‘thunk’.

“OH MY GOD! You and Sheriff Don Lamb are sleeping together?!”

Veronica’s head shot up and she glanced anxiously around the café. “Could you use a megaphone next time… just so we can be certain everyone hears you?” She leaned forward and hissed quietly, “and NO, we’re not sleeping together. There’s been no sleeping.” At Mac’s raised brow Veronica clarified, “there’s been no sex. Just… we’ve, I mean, I, he… we…,” she dropped her head back down to the table. “What the fuck am I doing? I’m making out with Don Lamb like he’s this great irresistible object.” She paused for a second. “He’s like a drug. And I’m the addict.” She lifted her chin and stared at Mac, “Help me Obi Wan Mac, I’ve got a Lamb monkey on my back.” She lowered her head back to the table with a mirthless laugh.

“You and Lamb are a couple?”

“God! No!” And Veronica was ramrod straight again. “He, we…” she took a breath, “apparently, when we’re in the same vicinity I kind of find it difficult to keep my lips, or my hands, off of him.” She looked at Mac, “There is no coupling, erh, of the emotional sort, going on.”

Mac settled back against her chair with a knowing smile. “How long has this been going on?”

“For a month. For a week. I don’t know. One minute I’m happily hating him and the next, I’ve got my tongue down his throat.”

Mac’s smile deepened, “So you’re not hating him now?”

“No. I still hate him. I think. I mean, he’s Lamb, right? The North and The South, Caesar and Cleopatra, Lamb and Mars – perpetual enemies. It’s the way of the world. Or, at least, of Neptune.”

Mac was quiet.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I just think it’s kind of funny that you’re calling me dumb, when, apparently, you’re the queen of dumb.”

Veronica shrugged her shoulders and shook her head in mystification.

“You and Lamb, apparently, like one another.”

“Cynthia Mackenzie, you take that back this instant!”

Mac laughed before proceeding to use Veronica’s own tactics against her. Flicking out one finger she started enumerating her proof, “Lamb has been hounding you for, like, the past two months. Sniffing around you like, pardon the analogy, a wolf looking for his mate.”

“Ha!” Veronica interrupted with a bark, “Lamb a wolf! Funny….”

“My analogies are humorous AND appropriate. As I was saying, why was Lamb hounding you?”

“To be a pain in my ass?”

“Nope.”

“Insanity?”

Nope.”

“Evil alien plot to irritate sane, happy, blonde Mars women?”

Mac raised a brow.

“Okay, what? Why? Why was Lamb being an insane, irritating, pain in my ass?”

“Cuz he likes you.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“It’s true. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“I’m still laying bets on the evil alien plot.” Veronica mumbled.

“He follows you around ONLY after he finds out you’re ‘pregnant’” Mac air quoted pregnant. “He’s obsessed with finding out who the daddy of the baby is. Ostensibly because he wants to make certain that you have someone to turn to…. To support you. Why does he care if you have someone to support you? You’re his enemy.”

“His pregnant enemy.”

“You and I both know that pregnant women, while very important, are NOT all that rare in this world. And they don’t fall under the auspices of Local government concern. Why did Lamb take such an interest in finding your baby’s ‘dad’? It’s because he wanted you to be taken care of. He wanted to make certain the woman he cared for was okay. Don Lamb cares about you.”

“About driving me crazy.”

“Why did he nearly rip Dick’s head off when he found out Dick was the baby’s daddy? And, side note, our fricking lives are like scenes from a soap opera.”

Veronica and Mac smiled at one another.

“Richard makes most people want to rip his head off.”

“You’ll never stop picking on him will you?

Veronica shook her head apologetically. “I don’t know if I can, it’s kinda like a sickness. Once you have it, there’s no getting rid of it.”

“Well, at least I’ll have the pleasure of picking on your man too.”

“My man? Lamb is not my man!”

“He nearly decapitated Dick because he wanted to make certain Dick did the right thing by you. Understandable if you are the father of a pregnant teen… you want the guy to stand up and take responsibility. Also, perhaps understandable, if you have a dark, hidden desire for a woman and you find out she’s pregnant by another man; you also want the responsible man to stand up and take accountability. Both are examples of L.O.V.E. Veronica.”

Veronica snorted again.

“So, let’s look at those smooches; those make out sessions you were referring to.”

“Another sickness.”

“How many times have you had your hands and lips all over Neptune’s sheriff?”

“Three times.” Veronica whispered.

“A little louder.”

“Three times, okay? There’ve been three unexplainable, stupid ‘getting to ‘know’ you sessions.

“And you’ve never thought that the reason you’re all over each other is because you like one another?” Mac shook her head in disbelief. “Clearly, you have feelings for Lamb. You’re not the type to become involved with someone you’re not attracted to.” Mac held up her hand to stop Veronica from interrupting. “You know, your dad told me that you use to have the biggest crush on Lamb.”

My dad knew I had a thing for Lamb? Oh, now THAT’S embarrassing.

“I was young and dumb.”

“And now you’re older and wiser. And maybe it’s not a crush anymore. Maybe it’s real attraction.”

“But, but, I don’t want to be attracted to Lamb.” Veronica pouted.

“Yeah and I don’t want to be in love with a tall, blond, surfing, sex god. But I am. I refer you to the aforementioned ‘our whole life is a soap opera’ comment.”

Veronica groaned. “I need chocolate.”

“God, yes,” Mac scooched out of the booth, “two Caramel Chocolate Fudge cakes,” she patted hers stomach, “and ice cold milk, coming up!”

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Don circled the jewelry store twice in his squad car, trying to convince himself not to do what he knew he was going to do, namely, not to pull over and go into the store to see why Dick Casablancas’ car was parked outside of it.

The battle was lost before it was fought.

Tinkle tinkle tinkle. The quaint little bell rang as Lamb pushed through the door.

Taking the few steps necessary to reach Dick’s side, Lamb hooked his thumbs through his belt loops. “Buying or stealing, Casablancas?”

Dick bent his head back with a groan. “Millionaire many times over Lamb, I don’t need to steal.”

“Money has never stopped an 09er from taking what he wanted. Legal or not.” Not giving Dick time to answer, Lamb continued. “So, what’re you buying?”

“Dude, am I breaking the law here? Cuz, if I’m not, what the fuck business is it of yours?”

“I’m making it my business, wha-“

“Here you go Mr. Casablancas, we sized it as specified, and engraved it according to your wishes, I hope it meets your – excuse me!!”

Lamb reached across the counter and snatched the open black velvet box from the salesman’s hand. The box contained a ring.

He’d known it would.

And it was a beautiful ring. A diamond of 2 – 2.5 carats, settled in a gleaming gold band. He didn’t want to read the inscription, but he found himself doing a lot of things he didn’t want to these days.

A vision of Veronica’s soft lips passed through his mind as he picked up the ring and turned the inside toward him.

Mac, ty for letting me love u.

Mac?

Lamb stepped in toward Dick, his eyes dark and hard. “Mac? Are you cheating on Veronica?”

Dick quickly weighed the consequences. Four days away from the Mac imposed ‘no tell’ deadline, vs very pissed Sheriff threatening to do more than incarcerate him due to a misunderstanding.

Dick opted in favor of saving his balls.

“Dude, sheriff, I think you are so going to get a kick out of this.” He heard Lamb growl and rushed ahead, “See, you know how you heard Mac and me talking about my being the baby’s daddy. Yeah, well see, dude, it really is hilarious, I AM the baby’s dad, it’s just that you have the wrong mom.” Dick grinned hopefully.

Lamb stared cluelessly at Dick.

“Dude, Lamb, Mac’s pregnant. Not Veronica.” The reaction Dick got was not exactly the one he had been expecting.

Lamb fell backwards a few steps, almost as if he’d been punched in the gut, but he gathered himself quickly. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He was back in Dick’s face.

“No, Dude, I fuck you not! Mac…, Mac’s a little sensitive about sharing the information this early in the pregnancy. And you, you were around, like fucking constantly, trying to find out about shit, and well, you overheard me talking to Mac and… Veronica was a quick and easy out.”

Lamb backed away slowly. Veronica NOT pregnant? Dick and Veronica not Dick and Veronica? He breathed in and out heavily. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

He knew he hadn’t been doing a good job of staying away from Veronica, but what little control he’d had, had existed because he was able to remind himself that she was pregnant. Now he knew she wasn’t, and he wondered, how the hell am I going to keep my hands off of her now?

Dick Cares (2/?)

madi4ever — Tue, 27 Jan 2009 20:08:56 GMT

Author: madi4ever
Summary: Mac learns of the video
Characters: Veronica, Logan, and Mac. Mentions of Dick and Max
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 716
Author's Note: I don't own Veronica Mars, all character belong to Rob Thomas. This is my first fic, so let me know what you think.

Veronica showed up at the suite, five minutes later just like she said. She came storming into the suite.
“Ok Logan. Let me see this!”
“You don't want to wait for Mac?” He asked curiously.
“I doubt she will want to see it, and this way we have more than just your's and Dick's words against Max's.” She answered logically.
“ Oh... I guess so hey.” Logan opened Dick's computer, happy that it wasn't password protected. He clicked open the file and looked to Veronica as it played. He can see the anger growing on her face. Once she saw that the video was starting to get more intimate, she closed the creen.
“Let's go. Once Dick is done with Max, I need to talk to the both of them.”
“Umm ok, Did you call Mac yet?”
“Yeah, she's going to meet us in like 20 minutes. She wasn't really happy about having to miss her class, but she'll get over it.”

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Mac sat on the bench waiting for Veronica and Logan. ' It must be something pretty important if Veronica and Logan have something to tell me together.....Maybe they're back together.' Mac snickered.
While waiting, she looked around the quad. Mac saw Logan's range rover pull up in front of the dorms, but instead of seeing Logan and Veronica coming out , she saw Dick get out and slam the door. She laughed inwardly, 'I wonder who pissed off Dick this time.'
“Mac!” Veronica and Logan were running across the quad.
“Finally you guys show up. Now what's so important?” Mac sighed out, “Oh, Logan did you know that Dick has your truck?”
“Yeah. Actually Mac, thats kinda why we're here.” Logan looked to Veronica, silently asking how they were going to tell her.
“Ok....?”
“Mac listen, there is something you need to know,” Veronica inhaled deeply before continuing, “Dick opened his computer to find that some porn had been emailed to him....”
“That's hardly important news, you guys.” Mac rolled her eyes and laughed.
“Him getting the porn isn't the shocking part. It turns out that the porn he received is of you and Max.”
“What?! Th..that's not possible...are you sure Dick isn't just pulling your leg??” Mac slouched on the bench covering her eyes, praying that this was all a dream.
“Mac, it's true. I saw it too. I mean we didn't watch much, once Dick and I saw your face on screen he flipped out, took my keys and stormed out of the suite.”
“Veronica?” Mac asked blinking back the tears.
“I really hate to say it Mac, but they're telling the truth. I have Dick's computer if you want to see it.”
Mac starts to nod, but Logan interrupts, “Uh guys, I don't think that we have time for that right now.” He points over to the dorms. There are campus police and ambulance pulling up.
“Oh shit!”
They are across the quad and up the stairs in time to see, Dick being held back by not one but four of the campus cops, and Max is being put onto a stretcher.
“I guess we are too late.” Logan huffs out.
“Ok, Logan take your truck and meet Dick at the Sheriff's department, I'll go with Mac to check on Max.”
“No.” Mac stops.
“Mac?”
“ I want to see the video.”
“Are you sure Mac? Don't you want to go see Max?”
“No, I don't want to see anybody, I want to see the video.”
“Ok. Logan do you want to still go get Dick, that way when he gets out he doesn't go straight to the hospital to finish the job?” Veronica asked, the fact that it didn't really sound like she cared if Dick did go finish off Max.
“Yeah, I will. I'll call you when he gets out. Let me know how this goes.” He puts his hand on her shoulder, and takes her keys, since Dick still had his.
As Logan walks out he notices that his truck is no longer infront of the dorms. 'No way! They towed my truck! Dick owes me big time.'

Dick Cares (1/?)

madi4ever — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 05:21:37 GMT

Author: madi4ever
Title: The video
Summary:Dick stumbles on something he shouldn't
Characters: Dick, Logan, Veronica, mentions of Max and Mac.
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 790
Author's Note: I don't own Veronica Mars, all character belong to Rob Thomas. This is my first fic, so let me know what you think.
(Just as a side note, this fic has beed edited so please read again so that you don't miss anything.)

Chapter 1: The Video

Dick enters the suite, throws his bag on the couch and plops down next to it.
“Did you have a rough day honey?” Logan jokes as he walks out of the kitchenette with two beers in his hands.
“Dude, I don't even know why I bother going. These classes are so brutal.” He sighs as he reaches for his beer.
“Well, it's the weekend, just let loose and forget about it.” Logan offers while tapping his beer with Dick's, and then downs it.
“Totally. I'm just gonna check my email quick and then we'll get started.” Dick pulls out his laptop and starts typing. Something interesting catches Dick's eye. “Dude, come check this out. Chip sent me some more porn!”
Logan rolls his eyes and walks over and sits down next to Dick. Dick clicks on the file titles 'The Next Paris Hilton!' Both boys recognize that the room in the video is one of the dorm rooms at Hearst. Some guy walks into frame and sits down on the bed. “ Hey man, isn't that Max? Dude I don't want to see this.” Logan tells Dick sternly, slightly fearing that they might be witnessing Max cheating on Mac or worse.
“ Dude, get over it. The chick just got there.”
They watch as the girl crawls up the bed. She looks like she's been drinking, and is oblivious to the video camera. As the girl clumsily flips her hair to the side, both of the boys freak out.
“Holy Shit!” Logan covers his face.
“ What the Fuck! Dude why the hell is Mac....” Dick slams his fist on the table, knocking both beers over. “That guy is soo dead.” He slams his laptop shut grabs the keys on the table and storms out of the room.
Logan pulls out his cell, while frantically searching for his keys to try and stop Dick from doing something stupid.
“Hello.”
“Hey Ronnie. Ummm... have you talked to Mac recently?”
“Yeah, we're meeting in the quad after her class is done, which is in about an hour and a half. Why?”
“Alright. Well, is there anyway that I can meet you guys there a little bit earlier? There is something you guys really need to see.” He still can't find his keys. “Shit!”
“Logan, what is it? What's going on?”
“Fucking Dick! He took my keys. Ok, well Dick opened some porn on his computer, and it turns out that it was of Max and Mac. And now Dick is on his way to kill Max and it looks like he grabbed my keys by accident.”
“What!? Ok Logan, I'm just on my way in, I'll be there in five minutes. And I'll call Mac and tell her to meet us there in twenty minutes.”
“Alright. Hopefully Dick hasn't done too much damage by then.”

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Dick storms out of the suite, walks past the elevator to the stairs. The elevator would take too long for him. He bounds down the stairs in no time.
When he gets to his truck, he tries the set of keys in his hand and realizes they're Logan's. Instead of going back up to get his keys, he gets into Logan's range rover, and burns out of the parking lot.
He doesn't think of anything, but trying to remember where this Max guy's room is. He then remembers that he went there for a test once.
When Dick gets to the dorms, he doesn't even park, just pulls up in the fire lane. He's out of the truck and up the stairs in no time, pushing aside anyone who gets in his way. Once he is outside Max's door he starts banging furiously. When the door opens, Dick grabs Max by his collar and shoves him against the wall.
“ Hey!? Wh..what are you doing?” Max stutters out, clearly very scared.
“You know why I'm here! What the hell were you thinking, video taping Mac!” Dick screams out while viciously punching Max at every open angle. Fury clearly driving every punch.
“Ow.. Oh god!...ooofff..” Max is so winded, he can't get any words out.
It takes four campus police to finally pull Dick away from Max. They drag him to their holding area, waiting for the Sheriff's department tto come pick him up. Max lays limp on the ground, and is carried away by an ambulance.
Veronica, Logan and Mac all run in just as both boys are being taken to their respective destinations. They all just stand there, still unaware which boy to follow.
“ I guess we were too late.” Logan huffs out.

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Special thanks to broodyletons and my sister. Also a special thanks to dangergrl79 for the idea

Looking for some help

madi4ever — Mon, 26 Jan 2009 03:20:53 GMT

hey I'm wanting to post a story, and I tried doing it the other day and screwed up. I'm wondering if anyone can tell me how i can do it properly..

Fic Conceivable (Mac/Dick and Veronica/Lamb) R, Chap 9 Last Time

devylish — Thu, 22 Jan 2009 00:18:26 GMT

Title Conceivable
Chapter 9 The Last Time

Author Devylish
Pairing Um, MaDi and DoVe
Rating PG-13
Words 3025

AN unbeta’d

Previously

Conceivable conceivable conceivable conceivable conceivable

All right, seriously!” Dick gasped, “That was the best sex we’ve ever had!”

Mac giggled as she flipped back against the pillow. “You say that every time we have sex”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but, ‘I’ keep getting better.”

“Hey!” Mac hit Dick on the chest before pouting and snuggling her head against his shoulder. “I’d like to think I did my part!”

“Dude, you rocked at your part. Severe, world class rockage.”

Mac smirked happily.

A few seconds passed before Dick spoke up again. “So, uh, four days.”

Mac was half asleep, her body satiated and warm from Dick’s touch. “Hmmm? Mmmmm, four days.”

“So, I was thinking, we should really start working on those, uh plans we talked about, before we share the news with the world.”

Mac tensed slightly. “Okay.”

A little enthusiasm would be great. “I figure, we need to tell your parents first.”

A groan emanated from Mac, “we can tell them last… really. That’s a wholllllllllllllllle battle of epic proportions waiting to happen.”

He chuckled lightly. “They might be able to handle the whole ‘three month rule’ but they probably won’t appreciate being the last people in Neptune to find out their daughter is pregnant.”

“Since when did you become the voice of reason?”

“I’ve always been a voice of reason babe; people just don’t listen to me because of my stunning good looks and the blond hair.”

She giggled and squeezed closer to him, if that was even possible. “Okay, fine, I’ll tell mom and dad.”

“And once they let you out of the convent,” Mac groaned again, “we should probably have a ‘what’s next’ plan’ ready to present to them.”

“Yes Sir, Mr. Reasonable. Great idea Mr. Reasonable.”

Dick forged ahead. “I was thinking, I should, uh, move out of The Grand. A hotel isn’t a great place to bring up a kid.”

Mac’s breath caught. “So you’re going to need to find an apartment or something -- two bedrooms?” She offered nonchalantly.

Dick hesitated for half a second. “I was actually, kind of thinking about buying a house… for us.”

“A house?” She meant to ask ‘for us’ but she couldn’t push the words out. Something for the two of – the three of them to live in? Together?

“Yeah, I was thinking either something on the beach so that Dick Jr. Jr. could start surfing right away, or maybe something with a big yard and pool. We could have a room for you to do all of your computer shit in, and we could have a dedicated TV and game room.”

Mac was silent. Her body was tense along Dick’s side. A room for her? Was he really suggesting they move in together? Tears sprang to her eyes. She didn’t want to be a burden to him. She already felt like she’d fucked up and trapped him into fatherhood; now he felt like he had to move her in with him?

“Mac? Babe?”

“Umm, yeah,” she pushed away from his side and scrambled out of the bed without looking at him. “That sounds great Dick. A house would definitely be better than a hotel for the baby.” She threw on her top, “And,” she picked up her khaki Capri’s, flipped them over and put in one leg and then the other, “I don’t think you could go wrong either way; big back yard with pool, or ocean front property… both are good options.” She finally dared to look Dick in the eyes as she bent to retrieve her neglected underwear. All she saw was confusion on his face. “I have to go Dick, I… I promised veronica I’d meet her for a late lunch. I’ll see you later.”

“Mac!”

“I’ll talk to you later, Dick.” She scampered out of his bedroom and apartment faster than either of them thought possible.

9b 9b 9b 9b 9b

Veronica knew she should get out of bed, she needed to shower and get ready for her lunch with Mac, but as she burrowed deeper into her pillow, sleeping – fading into a grey oblivion – seemed like such a much more tempting option. Sleep would allow her to escape the confusion that marked her waking hours. Confusion created by the utter inability for her to get a certain Neptune Sheriff out of her head.

For the past four years or so, Don Lamb had been comfortably relegated to the role of nemesis; nemesis and idiot. But, for the past week – heck, for the past month and a half – he’d done everything humanly possible to prove to her that the labels she’d given him (idiot nemesis) were misnomers. Everything from his insistence on her having a man - a father - for her supposed baby, to his confronting Dick and coercing him to ‘man up’, to the way he… the way he kissed her. It all made the idiot nemesis label seem kind of….

Who the fuck knew the spawn of Satan would have the lips of an angel? But he did. Don Lamb kissed so well that Veronica swore she could feel her panties melting off.

After their first kiss, she’d been confused. The kind of confused that you feel when you expect vanilla ice cream and get chocolate.

After their second kiss, she’d been bothered and confused. The kind of bothered and confused that you feel when you notice the little boy who’s tugged your braids for the past five years is cute. Really cute.

And then there was the third kiss. Yesterday.

At the sheriff’s station.

Against his office wall.

On his desk.

And, oh yeah, on his chair.

Her plan had been innocent. Go talk to Lamb, without the allure of hay fever inducing trees, or the seduction of musty books; talk to him and tell him to keep his hands, and his lips, off of her.

Her theory was that if she just confronted him; got face to face – well not tooooo face to face – with him, she’d be able to put everything into perspective. She’d be able to put him back on the anti-pedestal he’d been perched on for so long. A nice, safe, anti pedestal.

So she’d pulled the most recent file she’d been working on – a cheating husband case – and headed to the station, ostensibly to ask Lamb to pull some information for her on Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

Ostensibly to ask for information…, realistically to prove to him – to herself – that what had happened between them the last two times they met, were pure bizzaroland, accidental, never happen again incidents.

“Sheriff in Inga?”

“Oh, yah he is; just went in.”

“Thanks!”

Not knocking, I turned the doorknob and entered his office.

“Just put it on the desk Sacks.” Lamb spoke from behind his desk. It wasn’t until the continued silence caught his attention that Lamb looked up questioningly. ‘Definitely not Sacks.’

“Last time I looked Lamb, Sacks was a lot taller and a lot hairier than me.”

He didn’t respond to her glib comment, he just stared at her – deer/headlight… you get the idea.

Veronica fought the flush that threatened to climb up her chest, neck and face. A memory of his touch and his scent flashed through her mind. ‘Down girl. Those sorts of thoughts will NOT help you get what you want.’

“Mars?” He dropped the file he’d been trying to focus on, onto the desk.

‘Fuck! This was not a good idea. Not a good idea at all.’ Taking a deep breath she quirked her brow. “You’re improving Lamb; yes it’s me, Veronica Mars, not Deputy Sacks.”

Lamb let his eyes trail from the top of Veronica’s head down to the tip of her toes, and back up again. The journey was slow, leisurely, and deliberate. With a smirk he responded, “My mistake Mars; you’re definitely not Sacks. He’d never look that good in a skirt.”

Even as he scanned Veronica’s figure and responded to her snarky response, Lamb was mentally whacking himself over the head. ‘Idiot! Fucking idiot! What the hell are you doing? Mars is a perpetual rival, a pain in the ass, and a smart-mouthed bitch. Yet she walks in your door and all you can do is imagine her buck-naked. Buck-naked and writhing in your arms.’

The mental whacks didn’t help. They were no match for nude Veronica imaginings. Nor were they any competition for the memories he had of her small frame pressed against his. Or her pliant lips smoothing against his.

He’d found himself replaying those memories, like a broken record, over and over and over again throughout the past couple of weeks. And their run-in at the library the other day hadn’t helped the situation. It was just fuel added to an already brightly burning fire.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he’d thought, for just a second after the library incident, that maybe he would finally be free. That the torture he’d felt after the first kiss would finally stop; stop because he’d kissed her again… he’d fed the need.

He’d been wrong.

If their first kiss had made him a mere inhabitant of hell, the second Mars-laced kiss had crowned him as prince of his own special corner of hell. And now, looking at her as she stood across from his desk, he felt a bit like Tantalus, just within reach of the elixir that would sooth his thirst, yet knowing that that desire would never really be quenched.

The knowledge that your thirst would never truly be sated had never stopped any fallen deity or angel from trying to reach salvation… nectar… elixir. And Lamb was no god… no angel… He was mere man – and a broken man at that. What chance did he stand at reaching salvation…?

Veronica could almost see wheels turning in Lamb’s head. She could see them spinning and she could see which direction they were turning toward. “So I came here to see if you could get me some information on a case I’m working on.” She nervously reached for her carrier bag and the file she’d brought with her. Fumbling with the zipper and the file, she finally pulled them out and brought her focus back to Lamb.

Who was now standing directly in front of her.

Her eyes moved up from his chest, to his neck, to the dimple in his chin, to his perfect lips, to his beautiful blue eyes.

“I’ll give you anything you need Mars.” His voice was low and rumbley and it surrounded her completely.

‘Yeah, this rates as one of my least intelligent ideas… ever.’ She gathered at the frayed shreds of her mind, and continued her poor attempt to prove to Lamb – and herself – that she wasn’t affected by him. “I have a housewife from the 09er area, who hired me to follow her husband, and before I turn over the findings, I wanted to follow up on a red flag. I was wondering if you could log into your super duper computer over there and tell me if JC and Amber Smith ring any electronic bells?”

“Is that really why you came here?”

Calm cool Veronica Mars was anything but calm or cool at the moment. And it was all because Don Lamb was too close for her to breathe. Too close for her to think. Too close for comfort. She tilted her head to the side as the thought moved through her muddled mind, ‘Or, is he NOT close enough for comfort?’

‘Her head is bent at just the right angle,’ Lamb thought at the same time that he pulled the file out of her hand and dropped it onto the floor.

Curling one hand at the back of her neck, his fingers lost in her blonde locks, Lamb slowly lowered his head to Veronica’s. He was half convinced he was dreaming. That her almond and vanilla scent was just another form of torment.

He was half convinced he was dreaming, until he touched his lips to hers again. And then he knew he wasn’t in hell, he was in heaven.

And there it was again. That overwhelming all-encompassing intense feeling of being completely and totally in the moment. And lost at the same time.

Veronica slid her hands up his arms, over his shoulders and around his neck. Her small fingers teasing the clean cut hairs at the back of his neck.

With little to no coaxing, Lamb urged Veronica to lift her legs to his hips so that he was bearing her full weight on his frame. Her softness pressed against his muscular firm body. He took one, two steps forward until her back was pressed against the blind covered wall. With his right hand he used the last strand of sanity he had, and locked the door to his office.

Sensation was everywhere. His fingertips tingled as he touched her skin, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. And her breath, it came in hot, little puffs, smoothing across his eyelids and his forehead as he moved his lips down to her neck. Those pants were followed by tiny, delicious little mewls of pleasure. Sounds he’d never heard from Veronica before, but sounds he didn’t think he could exist without hearing again, and again.

As he lathed at the hollow of her neck, she gasped and arched against him.

A faint glimmer of reality broke through her consciousness and Veronica mumbled, half heartedly, “we shouldn’t … ohhhhhh, oh, okay, ummmm, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

Spinning her away from the wall, and taking the few stumbling steps necessary to deposit her on the desk, Lamb responded through a daze. “Why the hell not?”

Lust flitted around Veronica like hummingbirds around a flower. Her reason and sanity clouded by something much stronger, she echoed his words; an encouragement versus an admonition. “Why the hell not?”

As she whispered these words, she slid a hand from his neck, down his chest and torso and let it rest on the bulge at the front of his pants.

He gave a small grunt of pleasure before teasing her, “Playing with toys much too big for you little girl.”

“You’d be amazed at the kind of things I can handle.” Her voice was breathless from his touches and his kisses.

Moving one hand to her hip, he let his other hand cup her small, perfect breast. With a voice much weaker than he’d intended it to be, he threw down the gauntlet. “Show me what you can handle Mars.”

Should words that demanding, or that teasing sound so sexy? Something in the back of her mind responded ‘no’. But she wasn’t listening to her mind today. Not now. Now, her body was in control of all of her actions. And her body found Lamb’s words sexy and delectable… much like the man himself. Moving her fingers to the buckle of his belt, she slowly undid the leather strip.

Undoing the button at the top of his pants, she ran her hand over his still clothed length…. “Chair. Now.”

“Always so bos… Jesus, Mars!” he swallowed hard as she licked around his Adams apple. Putting all of his focus on moving them the few feet needed to get to the other side of the desk, he happily lowered himself onto the chair where, just minutes before, he’d been faking doing hard work, when in reality he was fantasizing about doing just this… kissing Veronica Mars.

Her hand buried between their two bodies, Veronica tucked her fingers under the waistband of Lamb’s pants and curved her hand around an impressively hard shaft.

Simultaneously, Lamb let one of his hands creep under the hem of Veronica’s shirt. He wasn’t surprised that her skin felt like silk. It was what he expected. It was what his dreams had told him she’d feel like. He was, however, surprised by her warmth. By the sweet, warm fragrance of her skin. By the way she arched her body in towards his touch. Wanting. Reciprocating.

His fingers had just reached the edge of her bra – lace… he groaned quietly, when –

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Sheriff?!” Sacks’ voice filtered through the wood edifice that suddenly seemed utterly too thin to keep the prying eyes of Neptune from the fantasyland that Veronica and Lamb had created around themselves.

Lamb’s whole body tightened as he was catapulted back to reality; and as soon as she felt his body tense up, Veronica found herself realizing where she was. Where she literally was. Which was, in case anyone had forgotten, sitting on Don Lamb’s lap with her hand down his pants, and his hand up her shirt.

Their eyes locked for a second.

‘Such pretty blue.’

‘A blue I could get lost in.’

And then Veronica clambered off of Lamb’s lap as if he was covered with insects.

“This never happened. Never. Not at the park. Not at the library and most definitely, not here.” She hissed darkly as she pulled at the edges of her shirt and tucked her hair back behind her ears. As she bent over to pick up the file Lamb had taken from her, Lamb responded.

“Do I need to remind you who came to whose office, Mars?” He tucked his shirt into his pants and rolled his chair under his desk, effectively hiding his hard-on from Veronica’s (he imagined) mocking eyes, and Sacks’ prying eyes.

“Sher-“ Sacks stopped speaking as Veronica opened the office door and swept past the deputy. “Oh, hi Veronica, how…” He shook his head as Veronica escaped out the inner door of the station. ‘Veronica Mars and Sheriff Lamb, they should never be put within 10 feet of one another…. All they do is piss one another off.’ Turning back to Lamb he missed the look of frustrated sadness that marred the sheriff’s face. “Sheriff, I brought you those papers you wanted.”

Veronica groaned. “Yeah, my plan was innocent. But apparently my libido is controlled by the devil.” Pulling her way out of her bed so that she could get ready for her lunch with Mac, Veronica vowed to herself that yesterday realllly was the last time she’d kiss Don Lamb.

Fic Conceivable (Mac/Dick and Veronica/Lamb) Pg13, Chap 8 Coupledom

devylish — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 01:40:39 GMT

Title Conceivable
Chapter 8 Coupledom
Author Devylish
Pairing Um, MaDi and DoVe
Rating PG-13
Words 2788
Disclaimer All publicly recognizable characters, settings, plot, etc. are the property of the creators of the TV show Veronica Mars. Any original characters, settings and plots are the property of devylish. devylish is in no way associated with the TV show Veronica Mars and no copyright infringement is intended. This work is an amateur fan effort and no profit is being made.

AN unbeta’d AN2 THANKS Broo baby for helping me over the hump! (Really, you should all thank her cuz we’d still be waiting for me to jump the hump if she hadn’t helped!!!!)

Previously

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Snuggling under Dick’s arm, her head leaning against his chest, Veronica groaned quietly. She’d been sitting this way, in the booth at the café for the past five minutes as she, Mac, and Dick waited for Sheriff Don Lamb to grab his coffee, scones and vamoose.

Mac was sitting facing the checkout counter, while Dick and Veronica sat across from her stiffly snuggling, if such a thing could be done. The ‘happy couple’ was waiting for the thumbs up signal from Mac that ‘Lamb had left the building’.

“How can you do this every day without puking?” Veronica muttered in her friend’s direction.

“Feel that chest? See that bicep? It’s really not as difficult as you’re making it out to be.” Mac responded with a half smile.

“A nice body does NOT a snuggle-bunny make.”

Dick added his two-cents, “you can fucking say that again!”

Before Veronica could retort, Mac gave the all-clear. “Lamb just walked out.”

The way Veronica and Dick jumped apart from one another should have made Mac feel better, but it didn’t. The past two weeks had been a prickly kind of hell for her. It had been her and Dick, her and Veronica, Veronica and Dick… There had hardly been a moment when the three of them weren’t a ‘three of them’. And, as much as she loved Veronica, Mac was NOT getting as many giggles out of the situation as she’d thought she’d would.

Oh, there had been giggles in the beginning, during the first few days. Watching Dick and Veronica hold hands in the grocery store when a Lamb sighting was made. Or hearing Veronica actually say ‘whatever you want, Dick honey’, out loud. Yeah, it was big fun at first; BIG fun. But a few days into the process, being the third wheel with her own ‘boyfriend’ had become less and less fun. Not to mention, Dick and Veronica, despite their mutual ‘barely tolerating one another attitude’, LOOKED good together. They looked good doing the things that a boyfriend and girlfriend would do in public; holding hands, snuggling, calling each other by pet names.

Truth be told, Mac was sort of jealous of the coupledom that Dick and Veronica were being forced to portray. The coupledom that she and Dick had only ever displayed in private, or in front of Veronica. Her relationship with Dick, whatever that relationship actually was, was still on the down low. A secret to the world. And that was fine… really. Except…. Crap. It kind of wasn’t!

She knew she was being unreasonable; she was the one who’d forced Dick and Veronica into this whole stupid fake couple thing, but damn, did they really HAVE to look so cute together?

And then, out of the blue, a horrifying thought hit Mac. Dick and Veronica might hate spending time together NOW, but, she glanced down dismally at her belly, four weeks or eight weeks from now, Mac would be a short fat cow and Veronica will still be her thin pixie self.

She groaned inwardly. Mac was already questioning what Dick found desirable about her in the first place. I mean, yeah, I realize there has to be something enticing here for me to have gotten pregnant; his sperm hadn’t just jumped through the air and accidently landed in my vagina. Mac smiled slightly as she pictured sperm flying, willy nilly, through the air, trying desperately to find an available vagina. And then she stopped smiling as she realized that Dick’s humor was starting to rub off on her.

She frowned again. I’ll be pregnant, and big, and hormonal, and a bitch and Dick will find solace with slender, skinny, Veronica. And he’ll feel forced to stay with me because of the baby. With a frown, she made an internal vow. Fat and hormonal! That’s way too much to go through for sex! I am never, ever, going to make my vagina available to flying sperm again.

She was brought back around to the present by Veronica’s pained groan. “Okay. I’m done. That’s it. ‘I done taken all I can takes, and I can’t takes no more.’ I’m outta here.” She pressed at Dick, indicating he should move out of her way.

“Magic word?”

“Taser?”

Dick moved out of the way. Quickly.

“Will we see you later?” Mac asked.

“Not if I can help it. I think I’m going to go home and shower off the scent of Dick – and gee, there’s just NO WAY to make THAT sentence sound classy! – and then I have to go to the library. Anthropological Psychology paper coming up.” She slid out of the booth, grinned evilly at Dick before smiling at Mac. “Take care of yourself mama, Mac. See you tomorrow!”

Mac returned her smile, nodding goodbye before slipping, unrelentingly, back into her inner ramblings.

As Veronica walked away, Dick plopped back down onto the red pleather booth seat with a sigh. “She thinks SHE needs a shower? Dude, I’ve got Ronnie Cooties!” He picked up his fork and dove into the slice of French Silk pie that sat before him. His mind, as it was wont to do, went from food to sex. “Hey Mac, do you have any silky lingerie?” He glanced up at his girl and for the first time, noticed that she was in Mackie-land, i.e. her own special thoughts. Nudging her leg from under the table with his foot, he asked, “Hey, Mac, babe, come back to earth.”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, I’m listening.”

“Right. You’re listening.” He grinned, “What semi-naughty, suggestive question did I just ask you?”

She blushed a bright pink.

“Okay, so maybe I wasn’t listening.” She scrunched up her nose, “Sorry.”

“S’alright. What thoughts are running through that beautiful mind of yours?”

Right. He finds my mind beautiful. Great, I’ll just parade that around in some satin and lace. “Dick,” Mac stirred the cold veggie chili that she hadn’t made much headway through during lunch. “You do know that I don’t expect anything from you, right?” She lifted her eyes to his.

Blue looking at blue.

“Expect anything from me?”

“Yeah, I mean, this whole,” she lowered her voice, “pregnancy thing. Neither one of us planned it. Neither one of us was looking to have a child during our last year at Hearst. I just don’t want you to think that I expect you to… well… change. I mean, we haven’t talked much about plans... My plans. Your plans. And, I just wanted you to know that I don’t expect you to suddenly have, umm, ‘our’ plans. If you know what I mean?”

Dick studied Mac’s adorable face. He wondered, briefly, if this was her way of saying ‘so long, and sayonara’’. Maybe it was her way of telling him that she thought bearing his child was a mistake, and that she didn’t want to have anything further to do with him. But then why was she… why had she been so touchy with him the past few weeks. Touchy and soft, and yeah, happy. He’d thought she was happy. About the baby. About them.

“Do you… do you not want the baby?” His voice was raw.

“No! NO! That’s not what I’m saying!” Mac’s eyes were wide with shock. Her hands flew to her belly and her eyes welled up with tears. Blinking rapidly she hugged herself. “I, I know, I’ve been all, ‘it’s not really real until we hit the 3 month mark, but,” she gazed intently at Dick. “It’s real to me, Dick. This baby,” her eyes fluttered down and she swallowed shallowly, “our baby is real to me.” She glanced back up at him, “I wouldn’t trade her or him for anything in the world.”

Dick released the tightness in his jaw and took a deep breath. Okay. “Then dude, what the fuck is up with this shit!” He was suddenly angry. He was confused and he was horny and… he was in love. And not necessarily in that order. “What the fuck are you trying to say? You don’t expect me to change?” He leaned forward. “You think it’s real for you? Well,” Dick ran his hand through his shaggy hair, “I admit it, it’s not real for me. It’s, it’s just at the edge of my eyesight, like a shadow. But, do I WANT it? Do I want it to be real? Yes. Fuck yes! And will I change? Yeah, I will. What guy doesn’t change… what REAL man… doesn’t change when he has a child?” Dick reached across the table and pulled Mac’s hand into his. He clarified his earlier question. “I want this baby. And I promise, I won’t be anything like Dick Sr. I won’t… I won’t ignore our child. Or treat him as a second thought. I want to have this baby.” With you.

Mac had half of her answer then. Dick wanted to be a father. It was there in his face. In his eyes. In his words. “Okay then.” She said with a watery smile, “I guess that’s clear.” Rubbing her thumb over the back of Dick’s hand, she took a small step out onto the ledge. “I guess, our next step is to, umm, maybe make some real plans?”

Dick grinned like a puppy happily licking the hand of its owner. “Plans. Plans sound good. Just call me: The Plan Man.”

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Veronica seriously considered going to her apartment and jumping in the shower to wash the Dickiness off of her (that, and it was a really warm day and the shower would cool her off), but she decided that going home first would be bad. She wasn’t psyched about her psych paper (yeah, pun intended) and if she went home, she might never leave.

Pushing into the cool of the library, she let her eye adjust for a few seconds then headed to the back of the main hall. Okay, I need to find Gray and I need to find Wolfram. Pulling the scribbled note she’d made last night when she’d researched the material she’d need for her paper, Veronica temporarily memorized the Dewey decimal number she would need to locate first.

Soon, she found herself as far back in the library she could go and she was cursing her short stature as she eyed a book on the top shelf. “Why is the world filled with giants? And why don’t the giants ever think about the little people?” Dropping her book bag unceremoniously, she looked around for one of the stepstools scattered throughout the library. Seeing the edge of one such stool sticking out of the next aisle, Veronica moved toward it and continued her mumbled diatribe. “I suppose I should thank the giants of the world for the existence of stepstools. But really I –“

Veronica’s breath caught as she turned the aisle. Fuck.

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The best library in Neptune was located at Hearst College. It carried all of the same things that the public library did, AND more. The ‘more’ including an amazingly large true crime section. It was for that reading material that Lamb found himself at the library today. He needed to do something to relax. Something that would help him get past the sight of Veronica Mars cuddling with Dick Casablancas.

Pretty much every time he saw Veronica these days, she was with Dick. Holding his hand, sitting next to him, touching him…. It was the public displays that were bothering him. He’d wanted Veronica to spend time with the father of her baby, true, but he didn’t really want to have to see it. Lamb made a mental note to look up Neptune’s laws on public displays of affection. If there wasn’t a law, he was going to write one up and push it through local legislation. He didn’t need -- no one needed -- to see Veronica and Dick cozying up to one another.

He sighed as he strode into the library. Yeah, he definitely needed to do something to help himself relax. To take his mind off of the sights he’d been exposed to during the past couple of weeks. He needed to do something, anything, to stop himself from thinking about Veronica Mars.

The Veronica Mars who, just 13 days ago, he had kissed.

He repeated his newest mantra; the-big-honking-mistake-never-gonna-do-it-again: kiss.

He was still mumbling to himself about stupidity of his lips touching Mars’ when he reached the end of the aisle containing True Crime. He fingered a book on the top shelf, reading the title before pulling it off. Leaning against the shelves as he studied the book, he glanced up as something in his periphery moved. He glanced up and froze. Fuck!

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Veronica stared at Don Lamb, and it was almost as if it was her first time seeing him. Tall, and firm, and good looking. And within reach.

Don Lamb, the deputy/sheriff/man who she’d known for years, but never really thought would ever be more than a dream/nightmare/figment of her imagination, was within reach. He’d kissed her. He’d kissed her and she’d kissed him and –

Don stared at Veronica, reading her normally impassive face. And he knew, somehow knew, that she was thinking about them. About their kiss. About the most amazing kiss he’d ever had in his life. Was it the taboo? The fact that she always had been and should, rightly, always BE, off limits to him? Was it the fact that she was so beautiful she could cause flowers to wilt in shame? Or maybe it was just simply the fact that she was his opposite… his nemesis… his –

They stood staring at one another for several seconds, maybe for several minutes. Staring and watching and studying the person who they suddenly realized they wanted more than they should.

They stood staring at one another until Veronica slowly pulled herself out of the trance. Glancing around the surrounding area, partially in embarrassment and partially in an attempt to gather her scattered wits, she spat out the first words that came to her mind.

“You do realize you’re in a library don’t you? A building filled with reading material? Non-pornographic reading material?” She paused a beat, “You’ll have to go to Naughty but Nice if you want to get something more in keeping with your usual reading fare.” Yeah, snark. Apparently, it comes to her naturally.

Lamb was still lost in the sight of Veronica -- his eyes trailing up and down her lithe frame, his eyes soaking her up -- and he said the first words that came to his mind. “I kinda like what I’m seeing right here.” Yeah, suggestiveness. Apparently, it comes to him naturally.

And just that quickly, Veronica was lost again. Lost in the trance caused by Don Lamb’s suggestive/evocative words. She stopped breathing. She stopped thinking, and she took one step toward him at the same time that he unconsciously moved toward her.

And then they were in one another’s personal spaces again. He could feel the heat radiating off of her tiny frame and she could feel the warmth of his breath as he bent his head down to hers, touching her lips gently; butterfly wing-soft.

Her mouth. God, I’ve never tasted anything as delicious or sweet, or, or ‘everything’ before. Don skated his arms around her waist, drawing her closer; eliminating what little gap remained between the two of them.

I can’t think. I can’t think, or imagine, or dream of anything other than his lips. His lips and his touch on my skin. She slowly slid her hands up his arms, the arms her fingers had memorized when last they’d touched. The real thing was so much better than the picture her memory had painted.

As their tongues tenderly, leisurely sparred for control/dominance/pleasure, a deep moan escaped Lamb, and Veronica closed her eyes, melting into the sensation of ‘them’.

“Yo, V! Chica! Where you at?”

At the sound of Weevil’s voice, Veronica and Lamb parted form one another as if touched by fire. They physically parted, but their eyes never left one another’s face. They watched one another slowly shut down and close the doors that had once again ‘mistakenly/accidently’ burst open.

Tearing her eyes away from Lamb’s, Veronica turned her back to him and with a voice that was considerably less shaky than her knees, she called out to Weevil.

“Over here Navarro! And by the way, this is the library: ‘shhhhh’.”

By the time Eli rounded the corner and entered the aisle Veronica was in, she dared to take a glance behind herself and saw that Lamb had disappeared.

That’s definitely not disappointment that I feel.

Is it?

Celebrating with Dick

carolina_hope — Wed, 31 Dec 2008 20:26:20 GMT

Title: Celebrating with Dick
Pairing: Dick/Mac
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Festive fluff in three short pieces.
Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing. Not even the computer I’m writing this on. All you’d get out of me is a weird DVD collection.
AN: I wrote this a while ago but I only got and LJ account couple of weeks ago so why not share. So Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year :)

Tis the season ...