Veronica Mars 500

Anticipation (Casey) PG-13

afrocurl — Mon, 02 Oct 2006 03:18:55 GMT

Title: Anticipation
Author: afrocurl
Characters/Pairings: Casey, Duncan, Logan, Veronica, Logan/Veronica, Duncan/Veronica. Implied Casey/Veronica. Dick mentions.
Word Count: 425
Rating: PG-13 for language, underage drinking.
Summary: He tried to forget, but only ended up a dollar short.
Spoilers: Through Normal is the Watchword, I'd say.
Disclaimer: I am in no way connected with Rob Thomas or The CW. No infrigement is intended.
Notes: written for the vm500 challenge, anticipation. Written, more importantly for herowlness on her birthday!!! Hope you enjoy it! Unbetaed, so all mistakes are my own.

Feedback is love.
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You don’t realize you miss her until you’re back at home, sitting around your parents overly decorated home, watching them think of all the ways they could make it better now.

afrocurl — Sat, 30 Sep 2006 08:02:56 GMT

Title: Best Gift Ever
Author: afrocurl
Word Count: 471
Characters/Pairing: Logan/Veronica. Dick, new character mentions.
Rating: PG-13 for implied sexual situations and one curse.
Spoilers: Through 301 for new characters and the general situation. A sort of missig scene from the episode.
Summary: Logan worries about giving Veronica a late birthday gift.
Disclaimer: I am not Rob Thomas, and I'm in no way connected with Veronica Mars, The CW or anyone else associated with the show. No infridgement on their work is intended.
Notes: written for the vm500 challenge, anticipation. Not betaed, so all mistakes are my own. wily_one24 should get some love for listening to me while I wrote it.

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Could this be the best gift ever?

FIC: The Day of All Days (pg-13ish)

berry_hearts — Sat, 23 Sep 2006 18:54:44 GMT

Title: The Day of All Days
Author:MissQteeone
Rating: Pg-13ish
DISC: RT owns VM. WATCH VM!
Summary: (see title)
AN: Written for vm500's challenge #7: "Anticipation"
AN2: Written in continuation of my Future L/V fics. they can be found here.
**

Today was the day. The day of all days.

Yes, it was the birthday. You’ve been up since three a.m. anxiously awaiting what is yet to come. Mommy made Daddy promise no ponies, because ponies shouldn’t live in the beach house. Then they got into an argument about how Daddy never bought Mommy a pony and she was older. Then they sent all the kids over to Mac’s house.

But that didn’t matter because today was the birthday. Because you have the bestest birthday ever: Christmas. Then you get DOUBLE the gifts because you’re a little angel/princess/the best. Keith and Lilly Faith are in the kitchen ‘talking’ but you saw them making the kissy faces instead. Uncle Duncan is here this year so that means EVEN MORE gifts! EVEN MORE was great. Ella and Eric are still asleep. They were waiting for Santa Claus until about an hour ago. It’s five a.m. now. If you wake Mommy and Daddy up before seven, Mommy and Daddy get grumpy. Dick let you all have a gift early. He gave you a new princess tiara. With real fake diamonds. Dick is the best uncle ever! He gave Eric a new soccer ball, and Ella like five books. He gave Keith something in a little box, but you’re not supposed to tell Mommy and Daddy about the condoms.

Whatever those are.

You can’t stand it anymore. You’ve been up forever. You jump out from under the covers and run to the kitchen. Loudly. It’s not your fault if Mommy and Daddy wake up because of that. You stop right outside the kitchen and fix your tiara before Keith hands you a bowl of cereal like he used to do before he went to college. Princess Faith gives you a glass of milk and then you chew as LOUDLY as possible.

Apparently you woke the pests up, because out they come too. Hugging Keith and ignoring Princess Faith. They are weird, you think. They hug Keith, and Mommy but they don’t hug Daddy. Keith told you that Dude is their Daddy and that’s why they call Daddy Logan. You like to hug just not as much as those weirdos. They are six now, and she is eight (TODAY!), and they are just weird.

“Happy Birthday,” Princess tells you. She kisses your cheek and you like her. A lot. You think that she and Keith will get married.

“Thank You, Princess.” You smile. She giggles Keith and you are glad she moved away from Australia. Daddy walks out of the kitchen, his hair a mess. He is still asleep you think.

“DADDY! Catch!” You jump and you almost think that he really is still asleep, but his arms go out and he catches you. Like always.

“Happy Birthday, Princess.” He smiles and hugs you. He also picks your tiara off the ground and examines it closely. Then Keith starts laughing. Then stops.

“Did Dick buy her real diamonds? I thought I was the favorite.”

Nope.

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Challenge #7

thislittlelady — Sat, 23 Sep 2006 10:48:30 GMT

So while the summer's gone the turnout rate went down, but hey, hopefully with the new season just around the corner we're going to get more creative juices and start with the writing already! This week's challenge is anticipation, in honor of Season 3. Use that however you will! This challenge will run until October 6th.

Prank and Punishment by berry_hearts
(Sam and Dean were both in his living room, shirtless, playing his Xbox 460. With his wife. Um, hi, shirtless Sam and Dean with Veronica and Logan coming in? I am so there.)
Simply Staying Or Leaving by 15north
(She told him that she had decided to stay so she could watch her daughter grow up. Aw, something I've never read before, interaction between Meg and Beav. That line I picked, to me, struck as really poignant and rang true to Meg's parting words to Veronica about keeping her baby safe.)
The Distance by afrocurl
(Weevil stood there, bored, while the two bickered for five minutes about the car. Heeee! Impala - $800 cash. Sam and Dean standing there for five whole minutes bickering about the car? Priceless.)
A Lesson In Haunting by bittersweet_99
(There's perfect silence and she waits expectantly. I may not be the biggest Mac/Cassidy shipper around, but that line hits me with just how much Mac really did liked Cassidy. Oh, Cas, why did you turn up to be a psycho killer? :( )
Lunar Cycle by kelex
(Dean was glaring at his brother as he came over. "Dude. How do you *do* that? You flash those puppy dog eyes, you give them that... that... *tone* of your voice and they'll do anything! Anything!" Hi, dude, I think I already told you how much I love jealous!Dean in the fic, and seriously. Fans self because mental image of them on that together is too hot. But of course, now I expect your next fic to be filled with Dean and "Barbie" snark, okay? :D)

ETA: If you've seen the new episode and write post 3x01 fic, do put up a spoiler warning, since there are people waiting for the October 3rd date to watch it. Thank you!

Fic: Lunar Cycle (for the "supernatural" challenge)

kelex — Sat, 09 Sep 2006 07:28:31 GMT

Title: Lunar Cycle
Characters: Veronica Mars, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Rating: PG-13; if you can watch either show, you can read this.
Fandoms: Crossover; Veronica Mars/Supernatural
Warnings: a little violence, that's about it
Summary: Veronica Mars is investigating a jewelry theft by a client's mysterious boyfriend.
Notes: written for the vm500 supernatural challenge. It... grew.
Word count: 2,535. Posted with moderator permission despite word length.

If her father knew about this, he would kill her. That was Veronica's only thought as she tiptoed through the dark warehouse outside of Barstow. But, what her dad didn't know wouldn't hurt her, and that just made her tighten her grip around her taser. She'd been helping a friend--well, less a friend and more a paying customer--and trying to find her ex-boyfriend and the couple hundred thousand dollars worth of jewelry he'd stolen when he left her.

All silver--chains, lockets, even a ring--and all bought brand-new on a credit card with the unlikely name of Leon Stallworthy.

Yeah, she'd seen a Polaroid of this guy and he didn't look like a Leon, not in the least.

When Veronica heard voices, she knew she'd hit the jackpot. Two voices, in fact, and it kind of made her wish she hadn't left Backup in the car, but his barking would have made it a lot harder to get in where she was.

"I can't believe you walked out with your girlfriend's jewelry box, man. That's low."

A rude noise. "Ah, she wasn't that good anyway. Besides, we need the silver bullets. You know the pack's around here somewhere; we've seen the tracks and the big piles of bloody intestines back in the woods there. Now unless you'd like to join that bloody pile, stop yapping and keep packing those clips."

Veronica blinked. Okay. The girl hadn't mentioned her ex-boyfriend was completely batshit crazy. She wished again for Backup, and seriously considered going back for him when--

"Hey--did you hear that?"

"Yeah, I did." A dull thud of metal against flesh, and Veronica caught a flash of shotgun barrel as it got tossed from man to man. "Check it out, Sammy."

"Got it covered." The one named Sammy took the shotgun and scaled the crates to the nearest window, and peered out through... a camcorder? Veronica shook her head. These guys were batshit, seriously. "Nothing out there but a dog in a Chrysler," he reported, then tossed the camera back to the other guy.

"Kill it; if it's a lookout for the pack, the last thing we need is for it to howl out a warning."

Veronica couldn't wait any longer at that, because nobody was gonna lay a hand on her dog. She burst out of her hiding place in the corner, taser at the ready. "You kill my dog and I swear to God I'll kill you."

The one named Sammy swung the shotgun around and his finger even twitched on the trigger before--"Hold it!" The other guy was standing at the table, a gleaming metal gun pointed at her. "Who in the hell are you?"

"Put the gun down and we'll talk--you too," she said, nodding at Sammy.

"Dean?" Sammy asked.

"Go ahead; I don't think she's going to bite." An infuriating smirk and the one called Dean put the gun down on the table. "Now. Who are you?"

Veronica waited until Sammy had put down his shotgun, and she warily lowered her stun gun. "My name is Veronica Mars, and that's my dog you're about to shoot."

"Well, Veronica Mars. My name's Dean, and that's Sammy. Now why don't you take your little Barbie doll ass back out the way it came before you get hurt."

"Hurt by werewolves?" she asked snidely.

"Yes, by werewolves." Dean didn't even look up. "Now get out of here before the Big Bad Wolf gobbles you up."

A deep, long bay penetrated the walls of the warehouse, and Sam sprinted over to the window. "Um... looks like it might be a little too late for that, Dean." He peeked out. "Her dog's going apeshit in the car, and there's about..." His finger moved quickly as he did a headcount. "Six shaggies heading this way, and probably more on the other side."

Veronica shoved past Dean and climbed up on the boxes beside Sam, stretching on her tiptoes and then pulling herself up on the windowsill. It'd been funny how far away from the boxes her feet dangled if the situation weren't getting deadly serious in a hurry, but Dean kept on loading clips. "How long we got?"

Sam shook his head as he looked over his shoulder. "Not long enough. Five minutes. Less, if there's more of them."

"Okay, Barbie. You got yourself into the middle of a bad situation. Don't suppose you know how to do anything useful, like shoot a real gun?" Dean's hands picked up speed, moving in a blur as he did work he could do in his sleep.

In answer, Veronica jumped down from the boxes, took off her satchel and put the stun gun inside, and picked up one of the guns Dean had already loaded. She shifted the sight to fit her, racked the top back to chamber a round, and made sure the safety was off. "My ex's best friend is a gun nut. After the last two years, Logan decided I ought to know how to shoot."

Dean arched his eyebrow. "Well, Barbie's not such dead weight after all." He tossed her two of the silver bullet clips. "Get behind me and Sammy, in that corner. Don't come out of it unless we tell you to, and shoot anything that comes in and isn't us."

Veronica caught the clips against her chest and put one in each jacket pocket, and ejected the one in the gun to make sure it was full, then slammed it back home. "You know you're crazy, right?"

"Dean," Sam said warningly. "They're circling; there's about ten of 'em now."

"Okay. Showtime." He pointed to the corner beside the window. "Go. Sam, block that window up best you can."

"On it." Sam manhandled several of the largest boxes up to the top of the stack where he was standing, and used them to block the window entirely.

"There's no such thing as werewolves," Veronica protested again. "You're just gonna end up shooting a bunch of dogs."

"Right," Dean said dryly. "I don't have time to argue with you. Just... shoot anything that comes on, four legged or not. Kay?"

"I'm not shooting people," Veronica stated flatly, but before she could do anything else, there was another baying howl, which was rapidly joined by more and more until she couldn't even count the distinctive voices. "What the hell is that."

"That? Is the pack of werewolves that doesn't exist," Dean answered, checking his own gun. "They know we're in here and they know we're gonna kill them."

"Kill--so that's why you stole the jewelry!" she blurted out suddenly. "Because silver's supposed to kill them!"

"Not supposed to, Veronica, does," Sam said gently. "Look, I know it's hard to believe, but it's true, all right? They've been killing animals and pets in the vicinity for a couple of weeks now, and one of our Dad's friends called us because they know we're good at hunting. They're afraid if the pack doesn't get stopped now, they're going to start killing and turning children, so we came as soon as we could. We won't let them hurt you or your dog, but we've got to stop them before they move on to human flesh, because then it's going to get really ugly."

There was sincerity in Sam's soulful eyes that made her believe him, at least, more than she did his cocky counterpart. "Okay. Shoot anything four-legged that comes through the door. I got it."

"Good. We'll do our best to make sure nothing gets past us, but if it does, don't hesitate to use this to protect yourself." He gave her a smile. "Nice to meet you, Veronica Mars."

"Likewise." She returned Sam's smile and with his help, scrambled into the corner behind the protective stockade of boxes.

Dean was glaring at his brother as he came over. "Dude. How do you *do* that? You flash those puppy dog eyes, you give them that... that... *tone* of your voice and they'll do anything! Anything!" Even as he grumbled, he was taking the safety off his gun and cocking the hammer back.

"I don't know, Dean. It's a gift." Sam didn't pause to think maybe it really was, but it'd been something he'd done all of his life. He'd developed it early on, the ability to calm his brother down and to smooth over the wild stories with reasonable and rational explanations. "Let's get this done."

"Right," Dean agreed. "So how you wanna do it? Bust out with all guns blazing or let 'em bring the fight to us?"

Sam cocked his pistol and weighed it in his hand as he thought. "Neither one's a great option. We go out there, it's Winchester season. We bring 'em in here, and we're trapped in a hallway with no other way out."

"But the benefit of that is, they can't go anywhere else either. Once they're in, there in. It'll be like shooting fish in barrel," Dean pointed out.

"Only these fish can bite back and rip your throat out." Sam took the position on the other side of the hallway.

"Okay. I'll go outside, do what I can, and then lead them back here for you and Barbie to finish off." Dean straightened up from his slouch. "Barbie! Get your ass ready to go!"

"Fuck you!"

"Her name's Veronica, and she might do a lot more for you if you were nice about it!" Sam hissed. "It's okay, Veronica, they're coming in any second. When they do, be ready."

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Veronica shifted behind the boxes until she could get a clear eye on the hallway. It proved to be useless, because she nearly leapt out of her skin at the loud volley of shouts, swearing, bullets and howling that ricocheted around the empty building. When silence reigned, except for the occasional single gunshot, she crept out from behind the boxes.

A quiet whimpering caught her attention, and she looked down at her feet. A little pup, not more than six or seven weeks old, from the look of it, was crying and huddled in a dirty, matted mess at her feet. Gray fur, deep brown eyes, and a soft pink tongue all looked up at her as it tried to lick the blood off its coat.

Bending over, Veronica put the gun on the box and picked the little pup up, cooing softly and wrapping it in her jacket. "Poor little fella," she said softly, holding it against her chest. "You're all alone now, aren't you?"

As if it could understand her, the little puppy whined softly and rubbed its snout in her jacket, tongue licking his jowls hungrily.

"Veronica!" Sam skidded to a halt as he saw the little woman holding the werewolf pup. "Veronica? Put it down."

"What? Sam, he's just a baby." Veronica lifted the jacket-wrapped bundle up to her shoulder. "You guys are crazy, and if you want to kill wolves that come into the city, fine, whatever. You can take that up with the government. But this is just a little baby. A pup. And you can't kill it."

"It's from a werewolf litter," Sam explained, holding his arms out. "Let me have it. Please."

"Sam, get out of the way. Barbie, put the mutt on the floor or I'll shoot you both, I swear to God." Dean came around his brother, gun still up at the ready. "Cause you're not getting out of here with that thing."

"It's not a thing!" Veronica kept the pup tucked in her jacket, and covered it's head with her hand.

"Yes, it is, and I'm gonna prove it. You saw the wolves outside, right?" Sam slowly walked closer when Veronica nodded yes. "Okay. Then go look out in the hallway."

Veronica kept the puppy tucked to her shoulder, stroking it and quieting the cries as she looked out in the hallway. "Oh my God." There were... they weren't really *bodies.* They were carcasses, half human and half wolf, as though they'd been trying to mutate between the forms and stopped mid-way.

Sam was behind her in an instant, offering support as she turned away. "They're things, Veronica. They're not pets, they're not people, they're monsters. If they'd had the chance to change back, they'd have killed us. So we had to kill them, in the change, so they couldn't go one way or the other. Put enough silver in them that they couldn't survive."

The little pup on her shoulder whined, and started scratching and pawing to get away. Veronica held the pup out, watching it start to transform in her hands, and Sam caught it by the scruff of the neck. "Dean!!"

"Got it." Dean lined the shot up quickly, shooting through the heart with the first bullet. It hadn't been able to transform, not even halfway, but when Sam dropped it, jacket and all, Veronica could see the feet of a toddler sticking out from under it.

"Oh, God." Veronica couldn't look any further, and turned away, letting Sam pull her into a hug when she started to cry.

- = - = -

Sam ended up leading Veronica out to her car while Dean started dragging the dead wolf carcasses into the main warehouse room and dousing them with kerosene. He didn't let go of her until they were outside, away from the carnage, and it was safe to let her see. "Veronica?"

"Yeah?" She dashed her arm across her eyes, drying them quickly and taking her satchel as Sam held it out to her.

"Don't tell anyone what you saw tonight, okay? Or about us." Sam wrote down the number of his cell phone, and handed it to her. "Just... if anything else happens, or you need to talk about it? You call me."

Veronica nodded, putting the number in her pocket and unlocking the door. Backup charged out the driver's side and Veronica watched as Sam got down on one knee, and Backup licked him frantically, tail wagging like Sam was his best friend in the world. "You can't be all bad if Backup likes you," she said, sniffling softly and herding the big dog back in the car.

"We're not bad at all," Sam answered with a little smile, shutting her door after she got in. "Lock your doors tonight, okay? Just in case anything follows you home. If you get scared, call us, okay?"

Veronica looked at Sam through the window. "I don't get scared. But if anything goes bump in the night, you'll be the first one to know it."

"Good girl." Sam waved as Veronica pulled off the curb.

In her rearview mirror, Veronica watched until Sam had turned into a little dot, and then disappeared. Only then did she pick up her cell phone to call her client. "Cheryl? Yeah, it's Veronica. I'm sorry, but I couldn't find your boyfriend or the jewelry. Yeah. The warehouse was a bust; nobody was there, nobody'd been there for a few days. Come by the girl's bathroom tomorrow and I'll give you your check back; all I need is gas money. Yeah. See ya. Bye."

The End

The Distance (Weevil) PG-13

afrocurl — Fri, 08 Sep 2006 20:32:25 GMT

Title: The Distance
Author: afrocurl
Characters: Weevil, Sam, Dean. Logan, Veronica mentions.
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Weevil helps out a couple of guys while working at Angel's yard.
Spoilers: Through Normal is the Watchword, and the season finale of Supernatural.
Notes: written for the sixth challenge at vm500: Supernatural. herowlness provided me with some general information about the show, so lots of love (and shirtless!Jensen) should be given to her. I haven't seen anything other than the first three episodes of Supernatural, as another note. The ficlet is also not betaed, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

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Weevil really hated working Satrudays, especially in the middle of summer.

FIC: Prank and Punishment (pg-13)

berry_hearts — Mon, 04 Sep 2006 04:12:14 GMT

Title: Prank and Punishment
Author: MissQteeone
Rating: PG-13
DISC: RT owns VM. I don't own Supernatural
Char/Pairing: L/V, Sam and Dean Winchester
Words: 498
Summary: See title
AN: written for vm500's challenge "Supernatural". I decided all my 500's would be related. You can read 'Morning Rituals' if you wish
**

“These are obviusly fake.” Veronica says looking at the ‘Private Investigators’ Licenses for ‘Brian Johnson’ and ‘Barry Scott’. The two boys in front of her showed no sign of wavering, and the blondish-one coughs and motions towards the I.D.

“Listen, Blondie-”

“MOMMY! STRANGER! STRANGER!” Leah yelled effectively kicking the blonde one in the crotch. The man crumpled to the floor instantly. Horrified, Veronica quickly stood to up to see if the man was alright. His ‘partner’ pulled out his cell phone and quickly took a picture of his partner with Leah. Leah smiled brightly at the dark haired man and skipped over to him. “Last night Daddy and Mr. Winchester talked and Mr. Winchester said that tomorrow he would be by to talk to you and that the man with him was a meanie who didn’t like Christmas and that I should kick him REAL hard because little kids in Africa are starving and don’t get Christmas because of him.”

“Dude. Looks like I WIN the prank war. Logan here’s my penpal from high school.” Sam laughed, “And I just got his kid to kick you in the balls. Hard. I win. AND there’s no case in Neptune.” He quickly added, helping Dean stand. “Little Blondie kicks like a mule.” Dean grumbled adjusting himself quickly. Dean nodded his head towards Veronica and held the door open for his brother, laughing the whole way.

“Leah Anne Echolls. What did Mommy tell you about kicking people?” Veronica asked putting her hands on her hips.

“Well Daddy said that if I ever see a stranger that I should kick him really hard and yell ‘STRANGER! STRANGER’ And Daddy has executive authority. And then Keith told me that if a guy tries to attack me that I should kick him between the legs.” Leah said brightly, with her mother’s eyes. Veronica thought about it carefully and smiled brightly. “I have something you can tell your father.”
**

Whistling, dare he say it, a jaunty tune; Logan Echolls was a happy man. He did the grocery shopping, took the garbage out, emptied the dishwasher- and the kids were sleeping over at Weevil’s. So what if he paid Keith off to go to take out Duncan’s kid?

Slipping his keys into the door of his palatial beach house, he dropped his ‘special groceries’ in shock. Sam and Dean were both in his living room, shirtless, playing his Xbox 460. With his wife. “Dude, the vampire just killed you.” Sam laughed nudging Veronica in the side. Veronica laughed before glancing up to see her husband.

“Oh. Logan. Dean and Sam have been on the road for weeks, so I offered to wash all of their clothing. Oh, you brought chocolate syrup. And whip cream. Logan, Leah does not need to start having sundaes for tonight.”

“DADDY DADDY DADDY! Are you ready for the sleepover? Mommy said that you are gonna sleep in my room FOR THREE WHOLE DAYS, while the twins are away!”

Oh snap.

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Challenge #6

thislittlelady — Sun, 03 Sep 2006 12:31:01 GMT

I'm sorry for this late-by-two-days challenge!

For the three wonderful people who've entered challenge #5, here's the banner. Just a poll here, too, and the question is: Do you guys want something more spiffy for your banner instead of the generic 'template' like style right now? If anything, to excite and encourage more entries, perhaps?

Morning Rituals by berry_hearts
(Oh, future fic! I love the surrealism with this piece and how Logan and Veronica are *sniggers* acting like their son's age and sneaking around. And I love how they named their son after Keith. Somewhere in my super-warped mind this might take place in the reality where Keith actually was on the plane, so heeee. My favorite line! You know your parenting skills suck, but for some reason this seven-year-old likes you. Yay you.)
Ruined Mornings and Saved Nights by 15north
(Aw, I love the Mac/Dick. I'm those people who'll ship Mac with whoever - and by that I actually mean whoever but Logan :D - and I love Dick with her. This piece is so poignant and I really like how it shows Dick's depth, despite. My favorite line's 'You've seen her tons of times in the past few months, but this is the first time you've seen her alone since the first day of seventh grade.' because it links to the previous snippet, and it shows invaluable insight to the Mac/Dick relationship!)
January and June by afrocurl
('Something about losing another parent makes you turn into a sentimental pile of goo, which you hate being, especially because he was just a bastard and you wanted him dead since you found out he killed Lilly. -- aww, woobie!Logan! And that's exactly what I imagined his psyche to be contained with after his death. It's very poignant and how Lynn's death somehow brought an abrupt end in Logan's mind, while with Aaron's, he has to prepare for the aftermath despite not wanting to do so.)

Challenge #6 is supernatural. Word, show, reference; it's all your choice! ;)

January and June (Logan) PG-13

afrocurl — Fri, 01 Sep 2006 18:25:04 GMT

Title: January and June
Author: afrocurl
Characters/Pairings: Logan. Aaron, Lynne, Keith, Veronica mentions. Implied Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 437
Spoilers: Through Not Pictured
Rating: PG-13 for some swearing and mild violence.
Disclaimer: I'm not in anyway related to Rob Thomas, but I'm going to borrow his characters for a while, ok?
Notes: written for the fourth challenge "one morning" at vm500. Not betaed, so all mistakes are my own.

Feedback is love. It makes me want to write more, I swear.
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There are some mornings where you know that things are just going to be shit.

FIC: Morning Rituals PG-13

berry_hearts — Sun, 27 Aug 2006 07:17:39 GMT

Title: Morning Rituals
Author:MissQteeone
Rating: PG-13?
Pairing: L/V
WC: 498
Disc: RT owns VM.
Summary: (see title)
AN: written for vm500's week 5 challenge "One Morning"
**

Snuggling deeper under the covers, you flinch realizing that you gave in again. It was so easy, giving in. Letting someone else boss you around and twist you until you’re in place where no thoughts are necessary. Simple. You’d already spent the night, no need to make the morning after difficult. Moving closer to the warm body under the covers you smile as it snuggles against you. Your body betrays you a little more everyday. This is not a time for smiles.

“You’re always there when I need you.”

“And you’re always there when I’m at my weakest.” You reply getting out of bed. Smirking to yourself, you skip the robe and strut naked into the hallway. You’ve done this so many times now; you could care less about children that weren’t yours or friends stopping by. Things shouldn’t be like this, but they are. It’s always a game of pushing and pulling that never ends.

Walking into the bathroom, you grab a toothbrush from under the sink, and your favorite toothpaste. You gave up caring if anyone else figured it out. You don’t even understand it half the time. All you know is that toothbrush and toothpaste are under the sink. Brushing quickly, you spit messily, leaving your mark on the sink. You fondly touch the green toothbrush, and then lick the red one in spite.

Pulling your shirt and underwear back on, you trod to the kitchen where coffee, three sugars is waiting. You sit down at the breakfast nook and start reading the leftover section of the paper. In exactly five minutes, you’ll switch sections (Local and Global) and be so sickeningly cute until a small head will bob out and demand cereal.

Said head does, Leah, named after her grandmother. She likes you, you remember. You held her when she was scared one night. You know your parenting skills suck, but for some reason this seven-year-old likes you. Yay you.

“Hi.” She says quietly, opting to sit at the table. Smart Girl. Two more heads appear, identical, but they go straight for the guilt trip. They make their identical puppy dog looks and they sit facing you at the table. They glare, they judge, and it makes you feel like you’re doing your senior thesis at Hearst all over again. They’ve thrown up on you, treated you like dirt and they refuse to acknowledge your presence. They are the bane of your existence.

“Behave little midgets.” The oldest smiles pouring his own bowl of cereal. He is 16, and he is your favorite. He’s yours (you know that you play favorites),and he understands your life better than you thought possible.

“Keith, you’re going to be late for school.” Veronica warns ruffling his blonde hair.

“Sure, Mom. See you Dad.” Keith smiles. You ruffle his hair and then smile sarcastically at Veronica. Keith grabs the keys and heads to the Corvette you bought him. Hopefully, one morning you wouldn’t feel like you were sneaking around.

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Challenge #5!

thislittlelady — Sat, 26 Aug 2006 09:44:26 GMT

Alrighty guys, the new week's here! Anyway. I'd love to see more responses coming in this week, because last challenge's 2 entries (not including mine) is, well, puny by comparision.

The Best Part of Believe Is The Lie by afrocurl
(He still lied to her again. This time the lie wasn’t about Shelley’s party, or his alibi on October 3rd, but about them. !! To me though, personally, there is no lie in the relationship; that Logan has never not loved her halfheartedly... You get what I mean.
Untitled by 15north
(You can't tell if he's proud of disppointed in you, and for you once you actually care. The ending made sense to me! And I really liked how it ended.
Some Nights, Different Nights by thislittlelady

Challenge #5: One Morning

Some Nights, Different Nights (Logan,Veronica) NC-17

thislittlelady — Fri, 25 Aug 2006 15:48:02 GMT

Title: Some Nights, Different Nights
Author: Jalyn/thislittlelady
Characters/Pairings: Logan/Veronica, referenced Duncan/Veronica
Word Count: 485
Spoilers: One direct reference to 2x02 Driver’s Ed; post 2x22 for the rest
Rating: Soft NC-17
Notes: I’ve been wanting to write this as a one-off thing, so… hmm. Feedback is very much loved! Not betaed, so all mistakes are mine and mine alone.

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SOME NIGHTS, DIFFERENT NIGHTS
By Jalyn/thislittlelady
C. 2006

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You feel desperation, a dull ache in your heart, but most of all, you feel pain. He thrusts into you, and even as you gasp he does it again, as hard as he can. You bite your lower lip, close your eyes and think of England. Later, the deed is done, and even as you lie on his chest you can’t stop thinking that what you have envisioned of the whole sex thing isn’t exactly what happened.

Worst of all?

The cuddling is the best part.

(You think sex is grossly overrated now.)

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He fumbles with the foiled packet in his hand as you lie there, your right hand propping your head up, and you wonder if there’s any code of conduct on what the woman should do in this situation. He looks at you and then grins and you can’t help but smile back too.

“Are you sure you want to do this now? I mean, you don’t have to…”

“Logan.”

As you lie down completely on the bed (clean white sheets with a little vanilla scent) he walks over calmly and then in a swift motion, climbs on top of you. You think it’s going to be fast; that this is what he does; that this is what you remember. Out of the two of you, he is obviously the one with more experience. So you close your eyes and take a deep breath, awaiting that sensation to pass.

Of course you’re surprised when he starts kissing you gently, softly as he moves from your lips to your neck (and as he unbuttons your blouse slowly) to your stomach. He asks if you like it, mumbles about wanting you to enjoy it, and you nod a little, your breath harried as you throw your blouse off. You’re a little horrified as you moan softly, right when he takes your bra off and kisses your breasts tenderly.

He’s carefully gentle, and as he enters you he asks tenderly if it hurts.

It doesn’t, and you tell him that breathlessly, and you think you’ve never heard your voice as husky as now. It goes on all night, and you don’t think that such decadence should feel so, so good.

Later, you rest your head on his chest and feel him breathing deeply, and he brushes his hand against your face; presses his face into your hair and inhales. A small smile plays on your face.

The cuddling? It’s second best, now.

“I love you,” he mumbles as he nibbles on your earlobe, and as a satisfying sensation runs through your spine you ~~think~~ know that he means it, and so you lift your head up and brush your lips against his.

Further revelations can wait, but for this night you look into his eyes and you say those three words to him, too.

(You think you can get used to the whole sex thing now.)

The Best Part of Believe is the Lie (Veronica, Logan) R

afrocurl — Thu, 24 Aug 2006 06:24:27 GMT

Title: The Best Part of Believe is the Lie
Author: afrocurl
Characters/Pairings: Veronica, Logan, Keith, Veronica/Logan. Aaron, Lilly, Leo mentions
Word Count: 332
Spoilers: Through Normal is the Watchword, but really just that last night of Leave it to Beaver.
Rating: R for violence and some language
Notes: Written for vm500's fourth challenge: one night. Not betaed, so all mistakes are my own.

Feedback is love, of course.
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It was easier to think of the situation as anything other than what it was.

Challenge #4!

thislittlelady — Sat, 19 Aug 2006 14:20:19 GMT

Heh, wow, got a little excited over my holidays starting and didn't have the right time to do the picks for challenge #2! They're all here now, though, so go pick up the banner and read my favorite lines and/or reviews!

Necromancer by afrocurl
(She could walk all over him, and he’d still want her, dead or alive.)

Frames of Betrayal by 15north
(I love the 3 ficlets so much! Especially the headings of each, the definitions just ... wow. So poignant, and it's Cassidy!fic, so!

All She's Guilty Of by keever
(I like the twist of Mac being the guilty; the betrayer, because I had expected a lot of Beaver fic for this prompt. Even more so that Mac - one of my favorite characters - has so much going on in her poor head!)

Right now, here's Challenge #4: One night. As usual, anything goes etc. :)

All She's Guilty Of (Mac) PG

keever — Fri, 18 Aug 2006 08:53:12 GMT

Title: All She's Guilty Of
Author: keever
Challenge: Betrayal
Character: Mac
Word Count: 261
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Through the season two finale
Summary: Mac begins to negotiate the aftermath.
Notes: Sneaking in under the wire... Man, it's tough to put these awful thoughts into a beloved character's head, but I think they're sadly realistic ones.

Since Cassidy, it feels like she's always betraying somebody.

There are her parents, who think they know everything about that night. The horror she saw in their eyes when it was explained their daughter had been dating a murderer was hard enough to bear. She can't bring herself to tell them she'd had to wait for a deputy to bring her some clothes before she could be taken to the sheriff's department for questioning. When they picked her up, they'd been too distraught to notice she wasn't wearing what she'd left the house in.

There's Veronica, her rescuer and date for a summer's worth of distractingly bad movies. If she's the constant reminder of him she imagines she must be, steadfast Veronica's never let on. How can she accept her comfort, of all people's, when some selfish part of her still aches for someone who could have hurt her friend like that? She'd never say it out loud, but she senses that Veronica knows this, and that makes it even worse.

And she betrays herself. In her head, she gets that all she's guilty of is having been a girl who fell in love with a boy -- a mortally wounded boy, who she never could have saved or saved anyone else from. But in her heart of hearts, she wonders if there's something wrong with her because she couldn't help him. Maybe he'd be alive so he could face everything he did. Maybe he'd be alive so she could ask him how he could leave her like this, second-guessing everything.

Necromancer (Aaron/Lilly, Lilly/Logan) R

afrocurl — Sun, 13 Aug 2006 14:24:09 GMT

Title: Necromancer
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters/Pairings: Aaron/Lilly, Lilly/Logan, implied Logan/Veronica.
Rating: R for dark themes and language
Spoilers: Through Leave it to Beaver or Normal is the Watchword, depending on your thoughts.
Disclaimer: I am not Rob Thomas, I'm just borrowing the characters for a bit, 'kay?
Notes: written for vm500's third challenge. Title, and lyrics are from Necromancer by Gnarls Barkley. If you didn't guess, this is pretty dark, but the song, and this week's challenge, just sort of brought it out of me. Not betaed, so all mistakes are mine. Please point them out!

Feedback is lovely, even if this fic is a bit weird.
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It's naughty, very naughty necrophilia...

Challenge #3!

thislittlelady — Sat, 12 Aug 2006 10:24:56 GMT

Thanks for the challenge responses for #2: Alias Episode Titles! And now, on to Challenge #3... The watchword here is betrayal. As usual, use that prompt in any state, and have fun!

(If anyone can tell me why I used this particular picture... Heee. *winks* )

Sorry Sorry by afrocurl
(... and I want everyone at Neptune High to know that. She doesn't deserve to be ridiculed anymore.)

Bob and Lydia by kuromatic
(‘Daddy, it’s Grace. I did what you asked. I have the address for Meg’s little girl. Can I come home now?’)

The End of Boredom by berry_hearts
( "I named him Protection. Get it? Always bring Protection? You can rename him later.”)

You Could Be Happy by bittersweet_99
(His shoulders raise themselves in a nonchalant shrug, but the sadness is etched into the lines of his face, betraying his efforts.)

Clever by klawick003
(Sometimes, while you sit in the quiet and listen to the screams and moans of the other prisoners around you, you think about her. )

Regular Decorated Emergency by klawick003
(Cassidy, he kind of hates sex. It just never felt right to him.)

In Dreams... by 15north
(I love the parallel of 'Sometimes he dreams about her. She's usually shining and bright like a star.' and She dreams about him every night. She's tried to stop. She just can't.)

Authorized Personnel Only by bittersweet_99
(I really love that the whole fic comprised of dialogue and what I, as a roleplayer, call asterisk playing. I've never read fic like this, and I like this a lot!)

Regular Decorated Emergency (Cassidy) R (1/1)

klawick003 — Thu, 10 Aug 2006 06:21:29 GMT

Title: Regular Decorated Emergency (1/1) Response #2
Author: Kayla
Character/Pairing: Cassidy (Beaver). Mentions of Cassidy/Mac, Woody, Veronica.
Word Count: 250
Rating: R (rape, abuse, sex)
Summary: Cassidy kind of hates sex.
Spoilers/Warnings: Through 2x22. Deals with abuse and sex.
A/N: Still on the Cassidy kick and loving it :) Written for vm500, prompt was A Dark Turn.

Cassidy, he kind of hates sex.

Clever (Cassidy) PG-13 (1/1)

klawick003 — Wed, 09 Aug 2006 05:27:34 GMT

Title: Clever
Author: Kayla
Character/Pairing: Cassidy (Beaver). Mentions of Cassidy/Mac, and Dick (jr. and sr.)
Word Count: 300
Rating: PG-13 (deals with murder and death)
Summary: Cassidy is not evil, he's just smart.
Spoliers/Warnings: Through 2x22
A/N: Written for vm500 My prompt was Truth Be Told. And well, Cassidy, he told the truth in the fic, haa. Anyway, the Cassidy/Mac mentions were totally for bittersweet_99. X-posted to veronicamarsfic, vm500, and fic_by_kayla.

You're not evil, you're smart.

The End of Boredom (1/1) R-ish LoVe

berry_hearts — Tue, 08 Aug 2006 19:18:32 GMT

Title: The End of Boredom
Author:MissQteeone
Rating: R-ish. F-bomb
Pairing: L/V. Ensemble mentions
Word Count: 500 even, baby!
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas owns Veronica Mars. Yay!
Notes: Not beta-d. Wanted to hurry! :D Written for the VM500 fic challenge. My eppy title was "After Six"
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Logan was on a mission. A mission to end boredom, one of the most holy and sacred of al the missions of the world. Normally, he would be playing video games with Dick. Or getting hammered, two of his most favored ways of ending boredom. Nope. He had plans with Veronica. And when he showed up to Veronica’s, even slightly tipsy, she wouldn’t talk to him for a week. And that meant no sex for two. He never made that mistake again. Drinking, he could live without. Sex, he could not.

However, it was only four, and their plans were, to quote his mistress, ‘Sometime after six’. He did his Sociology homework. He called Wallace to confirm the exam time, and fuck, he even called Weevil to see if he could get him to work on the Xterra.

He HATED being bored. He was bored and couldn't think of anything to amuse him for two hours.

“Hey Logan!” Mac said giving him a little wave. She stopped waving suddenly, and her eyes went downcast. “Was that too friendly a greeting?”

“Mac, you hooked-up the beach house for me. It’s okay to be friendly.” Logan said giving her an awkward hug. Looking at her bags, she had been to the Apple Store and Best Buy.

“Okay, cool. I just got done shopping with Veronica. She seemed, I don’t know, downright excited for tonight. I mean the one-year anniversary for you guys! I mean it’s a big deal? Right?”

Logan was pretty sure he was staring with his mouth open. Mentally doing the math in his head, today was the their one year anniversary. Oh, shit. Mac reached over and shut his jaw before waving a hand in front of his face.

“I’ll leave you to your thoughts. See you later, Logan!”

Oh shit oh shit.

Their first official date (even though Veronica didn’t technically go) was more romantic than this. He bought her a gift, and flowers, and then nothing. He could not plan an anniversary. He’d never had an anniversary! They hung out, watched movies and then they had mind-blowing sex. Sometimes they would argue and then they would have uber mind-blowing sex.

They went to dinner, she would out-eat him, and they would cuddle while she complained of tummy aches. He dragged her shopping, and paid. Carefully balancing the white box in one hand, and the Chinese in the other, he almost had a heart attack when Keith opened the door for him.

“Logan Echolls. I am going to be out of town for the weekend. If anything is broken, including my daughter’s heart, I will kill you and hide the body. Be safe.” He said grabbing his bag and heading out the door.

Veronica bounded into the room carrying a huge basket and smiled, “Happy Anniversary!”

She got him a cat. A yellow, furry cat.

"I named him Protection. Get it? Always bring Protection? You can rename him later.”

Something told him he wouldn’t be bored anymore.

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Bob & Lydia (Grace/Duncan) R

kuromatic — Sun, 06 Aug 2006 14:59:33 GMT

Title: Bob and Lydia
Author:: kuromatic
Rating: R (sexual situations)
Length: 488 words
Characters : Grace Manning, Duncan Kane
Summary: Grace does what she's told...
Spoilers/Warnings: Occurs 8-10 years after s2e07.
Note: This fic references Alias episode 96 "Bob".
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars is the property of Rob Thomas and UPN.

Bob & Lydia

Sorry Sorry Logan PG-13

afrocurl — Sat, 05 Aug 2006 23:17:14 GMT

Title: Sorry Sorry
Characters/Pairing: Logan, Veronica, Logan/Veronica.
Ratings: PG-13 for underaged drinking
Word Count: 388
Spoilers: Thought Leave it to Beaver, but really through MAD.
Disclaimer: Not Rob Thomas, so please don't sue.
Notes: unbetaed, so all misktakes are mine. I'll leave the episode name out, and let everyone try to figure it out. Title taken from a Rooney song--I'd wanted to do something with this song, and here's what I did.

Feedback is good--really really good.
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I try to make it up to her as best I can. She saved me when I found Trina pretending to be Mom in LA. I save her from Jump Street and I get a kiss in return.

We should be even. But then, together, we help Trina and I’m lost. Lost in a relationship that I worked so hard to not be in.

I know I can’t really do this—everyone is going to look at me like I’m crazy, but there’s something about my sprite of a girlfriend (if I can really call her that) that I can’t escape.

We hide in bathrooms and my house, almost, and I think everything is going to be all right. We connect, and we work so well together, and I want everyone at Neptune High to know that. She doesn’t deserve to be ridiculed anymore (nor did she really deserve it in the first place.) Of course, I have to put up the facade that she’s the bane of my existence until the perfect moment.

I make my declaration one day after school, and no one can say anything now. Dick and Beav are off to Mexico, and I’m hoping to spend the day with Veronica.

A trip on Dad’s boat as a first date-- that had all the makings of an amazing date. I was going to make up for all of the taunts and the pain. It was my mea culpa to her for all of my jackass remarks.

Instead, I’m sitting on the boat, lunch uneaten, and the bottle of champagne gone long ago. I thought if I made a public declaration, things would get easier. Veronica and I could be normal, or as normal as I can be with anyone.

I won’t ask her questions—it won’t help at all. She’s too mysterious to really be understood, and I should know that better than anyone else.

I don’t leave the boat until it’s dark, hoping that she’ll appear and tell me why she bailed.

I shouldn’t have waited—it reminds me too much of Mom’s inability to keep Dad off me. I’m in pain, and no one is going to make it better.

No matter how much time I think about her, I know I’ll forgive her when she comes back. I’m too weak to fight her anymore.
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Challenge #2!

thislittlelady — Sat, 05 Aug 2006 10:41:55 GMT

Thank you all so much for taking part in vm500's first challenge! It's been an awesome turnout and I'm just, well, to put it simply, SQUEE over it. :D Under the cut is my favorite line(s) out of your fic!

Here's the full list of fics for Challenge One:

End by klawick003
(As he flew off of the Grand, he knew this was the end of the beginning.)

An Honest Attempt for the Evasive "Cool" by blushingblaze
(It was that moment that Keith realized he would never be cool in the eyes of his eleven year old daughter.)

Guilt Free by 15north
(You don't feel guilty because maybe it's some twisted way of fate pushing the two of you together. )

Logan Echolls: Man of Action by flinkkamingo3
(Although if it were something, he almost lets himself hope she’s saying I just might forgive you.)

A Happy Family by maybedarkpink
(Lilly’s sixteen-year-old face, blood smeared across her forehead, her eyes big and dead.

“---down will come baby, cradle and all.”)

Void by spaceyme
(All she needed was a warm body intense with desire as they pushed inside her. )

Fever Pitch by pinkdonut21
(He leans forward and smirks in response.)

You Remember by dearstranger1
(You wait for a voice that doesn’t come. A voice that will never come again. And all you want to do is hurt the universe and anyone who ever told you it would be okay.)

Back to School by shellabelle81
(Maybe Neptune High wouldn’t be as great as he thought. / Maybe Neptune High wouldn’t be so bad after all.)

Enough by bittersweet_99
(I loved every line of this piece, which reads both like fiction and poetry. A really poignant read!)

The End is the Beginning is the End by afrocurl
(The fifth thing I do is to not count my steps anymore. I’m free—I’m a new man.)

Challenge Two runs until next Friday, give or take a few hours: Alias' Episode Titles. There're some brilliant titles that can be applied to the VM fandom, so use these as inspiration, keywords etc, anything floats! Bonus: You'll make this maintainer a very delighted girl if you even manage to slip some Alias reference, but of course, that is completely optional. ;)

ETA: Someone asked how many times you can enter a challenge. The answer is, you can enter as many times as you want; just label somewhere that it's Response #1, #2, #47 etc.

The End is the Beginning is the End (Logan) R

afrocurl — Thu, 03 Aug 2006 22:37:41 GMT

Title: The End is the Beginning is the End
Author: afrocurl
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 213
Characters: Logan. Aaron, Keith, Veronica, Dick mentions.
Spoilers: Though the S2 Finale
Disclaimer: I am not Rob Thomas, as much as I'd like to be.
Notes: unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine, though chopsticknoodle gave it the once over. Title taken from a Smashing Pumpkins song.

Feedback is love, seriously!
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The first thing I do, once I hear, is identify his fucking body. I leave the morgue, go back to the Grand, and leave that hellhole forever.

The second thing I do is call around to look for a new place to stay. There’s no way I can impose on Veronica and Keith, nor do I really want to be around them as they recollect themselves. Nothing definite is settled when I hang up, but I have options, which is better that I can say any of my other friends.

The third thing I do is find Dick and make sure he hasn’t drunken himself into a coma. He hasn’t, good for him. I would have been in the same place as he was, but helping Veronica was way more important—well that and I don’t care if Aaron’s dead.

The fourth thing I do is visit the Coronado Bridge. I tell Mom that he’s gone, and hope to fucking Jesus that they are never in the same place again. I think not, because Mom was a good person, if a little misguided.

The fifth thing I do is to not count my steps anymore. I’m free—I’m a new man.

Billy Corgan really had it right: the end is the beginning is the end.</div>

Back to School (Troy, Wallace) PG

shellabelle81 — Wed, 02 Aug 2006 23:02:22 GMT

Title: Back to School
Author: shellabelle81
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character: Troy, Wallace (brief appearances by Veronica and Weevil)
Word Count: 544 (I apologize for it being 44 words over limit. If it's a problem, we can count it as two separate ficlets that are both well under 500)
Summary: Troy and Wallace have very different reactions to the first day at Neptune High.
Spoilers: only through 1.02 "Credit Where Credit's Due".
Disclaimer: The awesome Rob Thomas owns all that is Veronica Mars.
Author's Notes: This is written for the "Beginnings" prompt at vm500. I'm a teacher and I'm in full back to school mode now, which is where I got the idea for this. Plus, I adore Wallace and Troy and I always like writing about them! :)

(It's a new start, a new beginning.)