Scraps and Scribbles VI
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laleiaBatch of Unfinished Veronica Mars ideas.
When Veronica Mars suddenly disappeared one day, it became all too clear how many people cared about her. Keith was off on chasing some bail-jumper or other, so the first person who noticed was her boyfriend Logan. Logan had been scheduled to pick her up at noon so they could go to the beach and catch a philanderer in the act, not necessarily in that order.
When he got there, she wasn't there. He knocked, called her cell, and was uneasy when he found out that her number was no longer a registered phone number. He broke into her house, and saw that it was neat. And her bed was unmade.
Logan called Wallace next, not quite certain of what to do but maybe Wallace knew something being her good friend and all. He didn't. Both grew worried, and neither knew how to contact Keith, so they called a Council of Friends Concerned About Veronica.
Logan, Wallace, Mac, and Weevil (of all people). They encouraged people who knew and were willing to help Veronica to register, in case they were needed. The oddest people registered, too. For example, the Head of Security of Kane Corporation showed up, claiming he was only a “Person Concerned” not about Veronica but “About the Effect of Loosing Veronica Mars on the General Population.” That one girl (nobody remembered her name) who Veronica had helped once upon a time with something to do with dogs showed up, as did Jane (who Wallace had not seen in a long time), Meg's younger sister (which was a surprise to everybody), and ... Dick Casablancas?
“Dude
Veronica was more than startled to walk into her living room and find Logan, Wallace, Mac, and ... Weevil? Sitting around a table. With some kind of unopened alcohol on the table and four shotglasses.
“Umm ... you know I love you all, but what are you doing here?”
“We're going to play a drinking game,” Mac said rather cheerily.
“In my house?” Veronica asked somewhat skeptically.
“It's called I Never, Veronica- style,” Wallace said.
“Veronica-style?” Veronica asked, now thoroughly confused.
“Just sit and watch,” Logan told her.
“I Never,” Mac began, “learned something life-altering as a result of Veronica.”
They each downed a shot.
“I never,” Wallace continued, “did something that I didn't want to because Veronica did that head-tilt thing and asked me.”
They each downed a shot but for Mac. “Hey,” Mac pointed out, “I always get paid.”
“You pay her?” Weevil asked. “Damn, why is none of this money coming to me?”
“Because you receive get-out-of-jail-free cards instead,” Veronica said sweetly. “Unless you want me to withhold them in the future?”
“I've never,” Weevil smirked, “been snarked at by the almighty Veronica Mars.”
Again with the shots.
“Is that even alcohol?” Veronica asked suspiciously.
“I've never,” Logan said somewhat smugly, “seen Veronica naked.”
He downed a shot, of course. Followed by Mac, thanks to that wonderful invention known as locker-room showers. Then, reluctantly, Wallace.
“Damn, am I the only one who hasn't seen some of that-”
“Finish that sentence and you die, Weevil.”
“How come Wallace has seen you naked?” Logan asked skeptically. “Is there something I should know about it?”
“I went skinny-dipping right before Homecoming this year,” Veronica said.
“Homecoming? Wait, you went skinny-dipping with Troy?”
“Aw, isn't that sweet. You kept tabs on who I was going out with,” Veronica said, before kissing her boyfriend. “But no. They stayed in the car while I went skinny-dipping.”
What does it mean to be a friend of Veronica Mars?
Simple.
It means that when she asks you to jump, no matter where you are, you automatically respond, “How high?”
It means that if you have a motorcycle gang, you mobilize them. If you have rich, highbrow connections, you pull strings. If you can hack into computers, you do. If you have access to confidential files, you give her an extra set of keys.
Because one day it could be you she gets out of jail. Granted, she's only actually gotten and kept ex-boyfriends, boyfriends, and potential love interests out of jail so far (Logan, Weevil, Troy, Duncan anyone?) but being just a friend or even just an acquaintance had its perqs. (For example, not being an ex, a boyfriend, or a potential boyfriend seemed to mean less suspicious overall when it came to those bigs murders—although this could just have said something about Veronica's taste in guys.)
Anyways, jail wasn't your only worry in Neptune. Being friends with Veronica also meant someone was there when your world went wrong (i.e. Failing a drug test or finding out you were switched at birth).
Anyways. If you were mercenary enough, you wound up being paid for favors (whether by money, snickerdoodles, or Quality Time Together Sans Clothes). If not, you just trusted that next time you wound up in jail, she would get you out (although Weevil was pushing it—how many times had Veronica gotten him out of jail in the last year alone?)
Being Veronica's friend meant doing favors and having them done unto you. It also meant not asking questions. And not having secrets. And realizing and accepting that Veronica found out everything sooner or later. Privacy was also nonexistent.
Yet.
Being Veronica's friend also meant you had at least one small secret she didn't know, one small thing you enjoyed keeping from her just because she didn't know everything.
For example, Mac and Weevil had once upon a time teamed up on a very low-key, semi-illegal moneymaking transaction. And Wallace had almost lost Backup when walking him, that time Veronica was in New York. He had recovered the dog safe and sound before Veronica returned, fortunately, with the inadvertent help of none other than Clarence Wiedman. (Long story.) And Logan actually wrote Veronica a sappy love letter once, which he hurried reclaimed from her mailbox as soon as he sobered up. The list goes on.
There used to be people at Neptune High who played a game called “How long can you keep it from Veronica?” Only problem with the game was you never knew quite when she had found out your secret, only realized with a sinking feeling ages later when she showed you incriminating pictures and told/ordered you to confess.
If you were just a friend, she just asked.
And you said,
“How high?”
Veronica once swore to herself, in the wee hours of the morning at yet another is-he-cheating-on-me stakeout, that she would never cheat, and she would never be the Other Woman.
That second promise to herself she broke on her 23rd birthday. By the time she turned 23, a lot had happened. For one thing, she and Logan had broken up. And Logan had gotten engaged and married to Meg's younger sister. Veronica didn't want to talk about it. Hadn't wanted to talk about it, in fact, until her 23rd birthday.
When she opened the door and found Logan Echolls standing there.
She hadn't spoken to him since his engagement, had studiously avoided him as a matter of fact after attending his big, fancy, 09-er wedding. She wanted to ask him what he was doing there, but before she could he was kissing her and oh she missed him missed this loved him but he was married so she pushed him away and asked what the hell he thought he was doing.
“I miss you. I need you.
“You're married.”
“You don't mind. You want me.”
And she did. And it was her birthday. She hadn't gotten laid in two whole years and she couldn't help herself (just like she couldn't help herself that first day she kissed him outside the motel) and so she gave in to temptation.
Afterwards, both guiltily put on clothes and didn't talk about the changed dynamic and Veronica put on a happy face and went to her “surprise” birthday party with her dad and Wallace and Mac (and even Weevil showed up and gave her a motorcycle for her birthday—she didn't ask if it had been obtained legally). That night, she sat and thought about what had happened and came to three conclusions.
1.She didn't want to be the Other Woman.
2.She obviously couldn't resists the temptation that was Logan.
3.If she couldn't resist temptation, she could at least remove or avoid it.
On the night of her 23rd birthday, Veronica packed up her most important possessions, left a note, and rode off into the night on her brand-new motorcycle.
She didn't bother hiding her traces. She wasn't running off—she was just leaving. Wallace called her the next morning and asked if she could help him-
“I'm not in Neptune anymore,” she interrupted him.
“Uh ... okay ... is this some sort of Wizard of Oz reference I'm not getting?”
“I'm moving.”
“Moving where? Since when?”
“I don't know. Since nine hours ago.”
“What's going on, Veronica?”
“I'm moving to L.A.”
“When?”
“Now?”
And because Wallace was a good BFF, a wonderful BFF, and knew when not to probe further, he said, “Do you need any help?” and Veronica smiled.
--
The problem with setting up shop as a PI In L.A. as opposed to staying a a PI in Neptune meant that you lost all kinds of lovely connections. It didn't help, having all sorts of lovely people in Neptune willing to help you, not if none of those lovely people lived in L.A.
d But you had to start somewhere. She set up her office, hung up the office hours, locked the doors, and left. You started by exploring. She examined the surroundings her office was in
When Veronica Mars suddenly disappeared one day, it became all too clear how many people cared about her. Keith was off on chasing some bail-jumper or other, so the first person who noticed was her boyfriend Logan. Logan had been scheduled to pick her up at noon so they could go to the beach and catch a philanderer in the act, not necessarily in that order.
When he got there, she wasn't there. He knocked, called her cell, and was uneasy when he found out that her number was no longer a registered phone number. He broke into her house, and saw that it was neat. And her bed was unmade.
Logan called Wallace next, not quite certain of what to do but maybe Wallace knew something being her good friend and all. He didn't. Both grew worried, and neither knew how to contact Keith, so they called a Council of Friends Concerned About Veronica.
Logan, Wallace, Mac, and Weevil (of all people). They encouraged people who knew and were willing to help Veronica to register, in case they were needed. The oddest people registered, too. For example, the Head of Security of Kane Corporation showed up, claiming he was only a “Person Concerned” not about Veronica but “About the Effect of Loosing Veronica Mars on the General Population.” That one girl (nobody remembered her name) who Veronica had helped once upon a time with something to do with dogs showed up, as did Jane (who Wallace had not seen in a long time), Meg's younger sister (which was a surprise to everybody), and ... Dick Casablancas?
“Dude
Veronica was more than startled to walk into her living room and find Logan, Wallace, Mac, and ... Weevil? Sitting around a table. With some kind of unopened alcohol on the table and four shotglasses.
“Umm ... you know I love you all, but what are you doing here?”
“We're going to play a drinking game,” Mac said rather cheerily.
“In my house?” Veronica asked somewhat skeptically.
“It's called I Never, Veronica- style,” Wallace said.
“Veronica-style?” Veronica asked, now thoroughly confused.
“Just sit and watch,” Logan told her.
“I Never,” Mac began, “learned something life-altering as a result of Veronica.”
They each downed a shot.
“I never,” Wallace continued, “did something that I didn't want to because Veronica did that head-tilt thing and asked me.”
They each downed a shot but for Mac. “Hey,” Mac pointed out, “I always get paid.”
“You pay her?” Weevil asked. “Damn, why is none of this money coming to me?”
“Because you receive get-out-of-jail-free cards instead,” Veronica said sweetly. “Unless you want me to withhold them in the future?”
“I've never,” Weevil smirked, “been snarked at by the almighty Veronica Mars.”
Again with the shots.
“Is that even alcohol?” Veronica asked suspiciously.
“I've never,” Logan said somewhat smugly, “seen Veronica naked.”
He downed a shot, of course. Followed by Mac, thanks to that wonderful invention known as locker-room showers. Then, reluctantly, Wallace.
“Damn, am I the only one who hasn't seen some of that-”
“Finish that sentence and you die, Weevil.”
“How come Wallace has seen you naked?” Logan asked skeptically. “Is there something I should know about it?”
“I went skinny-dipping right before Homecoming this year,” Veronica said.
“Homecoming? Wait, you went skinny-dipping with Troy?”
“Aw, isn't that sweet. You kept tabs on who I was going out with,” Veronica said, before kissing her boyfriend. “But no. They stayed in the car while I went skinny-dipping.”
What does it mean to be a friend of Veronica Mars?
Simple.
It means that when she asks you to jump, no matter where you are, you automatically respond, “How high?”
It means that if you have a motorcycle gang, you mobilize them. If you have rich, highbrow connections, you pull strings. If you can hack into computers, you do. If you have access to confidential files, you give her an extra set of keys.
Because one day it could be you she gets out of jail. Granted, she's only actually gotten and kept ex-boyfriends, boyfriends, and potential love interests out of jail so far (Logan, Weevil, Troy, Duncan anyone?) but being just a friend or even just an acquaintance had its perqs. (For example, not being an ex, a boyfriend, or a potential boyfriend seemed to mean less suspicious overall when it came to those bigs murders—although this could just have said something about Veronica's taste in guys.)
Anyways, jail wasn't your only worry in Neptune. Being friends with Veronica also meant someone was there when your world went wrong (i.e. Failing a drug test or finding out you were switched at birth).
Anyways. If you were mercenary enough, you wound up being paid for favors (whether by money, snickerdoodles, or Quality Time Together Sans Clothes). If not, you just trusted that next time you wound up in jail, she would get you out (although Weevil was pushing it—how many times had Veronica gotten him out of jail in the last year alone?)
Being Veronica's friend meant doing favors and having them done unto you. It also meant not asking questions. And not having secrets. And realizing and accepting that Veronica found out everything sooner or later. Privacy was also nonexistent.
Yet.
Being Veronica's friend also meant you had at least one small secret she didn't know, one small thing you enjoyed keeping from her just because she didn't know everything.
For example, Mac and Weevil had once upon a time teamed up on a very low-key, semi-illegal moneymaking transaction. And Wallace had almost lost Backup when walking him, that time Veronica was in New York. He had recovered the dog safe and sound before Veronica returned, fortunately, with the inadvertent help of none other than Clarence Wiedman. (Long story.) And Logan actually wrote Veronica a sappy love letter once, which he hurried reclaimed from her mailbox as soon as he sobered up. The list goes on.
There used to be people at Neptune High who played a game called “How long can you keep it from Veronica?” Only problem with the game was you never knew quite when she had found out your secret, only realized with a sinking feeling ages later when she showed you incriminating pictures and told/ordered you to confess.
If you were just a friend, she just asked.
And you said,
“How high?”
Veronica once swore to herself, in the wee hours of the morning at yet another is-he-cheating-on-me stakeout, that she would never cheat, and she would never be the Other Woman.
That second promise to herself she broke on her 23rd birthday. By the time she turned 23, a lot had happened. For one thing, she and Logan had broken up. And Logan had gotten engaged and married to Meg's younger sister. Veronica didn't want to talk about it. Hadn't wanted to talk about it, in fact, until her 23rd birthday.
When she opened the door and found Logan Echolls standing there.
She hadn't spoken to him since his engagement, had studiously avoided him as a matter of fact after attending his big, fancy, 09-er wedding. She wanted to ask him what he was doing there, but before she could he was kissing her and oh she missed him missed this loved him but he was married so she pushed him away and asked what the hell he thought he was doing.
“I miss you. I need you.
“You're married.”
“You don't mind. You want me.”
And she did. And it was her birthday. She hadn't gotten laid in two whole years and she couldn't help herself (just like she couldn't help herself that first day she kissed him outside the motel) and so she gave in to temptation.
Afterwards, both guiltily put on clothes and didn't talk about the changed dynamic and Veronica put on a happy face and went to her “surprise” birthday party with her dad and Wallace and Mac (and even Weevil showed up and gave her a motorcycle for her birthday—she didn't ask if it had been obtained legally). That night, she sat and thought about what had happened and came to three conclusions.
1.She didn't want to be the Other Woman.
2.She obviously couldn't resists the temptation that was Logan.
3.If she couldn't resist temptation, she could at least remove or avoid it.
On the night of her 23rd birthday, Veronica packed up her most important possessions, left a note, and rode off into the night on her brand-new motorcycle.
She didn't bother hiding her traces. She wasn't running off—she was just leaving. Wallace called her the next morning and asked if she could help him-
“I'm not in Neptune anymore,” she interrupted him.
“Uh ... okay ... is this some sort of Wizard of Oz reference I'm not getting?”
“I'm moving.”
“Moving where? Since when?”
“I don't know. Since nine hours ago.”
“What's going on, Veronica?”
“I'm moving to L.A.”
“When?”
“Now?”
And because Wallace was a good BFF, a wonderful BFF, and knew when not to probe further, he said, “Do you need any help?” and Veronica smiled.
--
The problem with setting up shop as a PI In L.A. as opposed to staying a a PI in Neptune meant that you lost all kinds of lovely connections. It didn't help, having all sorts of lovely people in Neptune willing to help you, not if none of those lovely people lived in L.A.
d But you had to start somewhere. She set up her office, hung up the office hours, locked the doors, and left. You started by exploring. She examined the surroundings her office was in
