Veronica Mars Ficlet

You know, having watched Veronica Mars just recently, I missed out on all the episode talks and speculation that went on throughout the season. I was just thinking about this because I have no idea how people feel about the different characters. Take Leo for instance. I actually really liked him, and liked him with Veronica (at least more than I liked Veronica and Duncan together). I find this odd, because usually, the token temporary boyfriend is usually annoying and two-dimensional.

Just chalk another one up to Rob Thomas's genious, I guess.

So anyways, after watching 1.19 - Hot Dogs last night, this little ficlet got stuck in my brain. So go and be free! Get out of my head, because it's getting crowded in there. :)


Title:Train Wrecks and Rent Checks
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 1x19. Hot Dogs


“Trust me, you don't want to date me. I'm a train wreck.”

Veronica’s voice echoed in his mind as Leo rubbed the back of his neck. He idly picked up the drawing that Karl the sketch artist had drawn and traced the lines with his eyes. He couldn’t even claim that he hadn’t been warned.

“I have a favor to ask.”

Was it all just a ploy? Her sweet smile, her tempting kisses. It still hurt that she had used him to steal the 911 tape.

Then she had used him to get the interrogation tapes.

And the phone calls for the vet clinic.

And then the raid on the dog pound.

In the end though, it didn’t matter if it had all been a ruse, because he would do it all over again. His life was pretty neat. He had a job that kept him busy, he had a band he liked to play in. His mother called him every Sunday, and his biggest worry this month was to remember that it was April and the rent was due on the 30th instead of the 31st.

He tapped his fingers on his desk and they echoed in the empty office. The clock on the wall ticked past three. He wondered if she was sleeping, and who was occupying her dreams tonight. He wished it was him, but he doubted if it had ever been. She always seemed to move in twelve directions at once. He had no idea how she kept everything straight in her head, but she just had a way of enthralling you.

If he was honest, that was part of her charm. He had been drawn to the madness in her life, with part of him craving a ride on her coattails. Maybe that had been the problem. He had always been a little too steady for her, slowing her down and keeping her grounded instead of letting her fly free.

But then, that was the nature of train wrecks, he thought as he sighed and tossed the sketch away. They blocked up traffic for miles because of all the damn rubberneckers stopping to have a look. They were big and disastrous and nobody ever really forgot about them, even after they were cleaned up.

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Have I mentioned that I go back to work on Tuesday? The hubby's taking over Parental Leave for 4 months. I have to spend the weekend hubby-proofing the house. *g*

I don't think I'm ready to go back just yet though. *sigh*