VM Ficlets

Veronica Mars ficlets

In addition to assorted longer Veronica Mars stories, I've also written a handful of ficlets, mostly drabbles and double-drabbles as is my wont. They appear below, for your delectation.

Potential

"I didn't know squirrels ate fries."

Logan glanced up, heart not sure whether to leap or to fall. "This one seems to."

"It's going to clog your little squirrel arteries," Veronica told it. The thing scampered away.

"Thanks a lot. Maybe I was befriending that little guy. Ever think of that?"

"Sorry," she said, lightly. "Guess you'll have to settle for talking to me."

Her voice was perfectly nonchalant, which meant she was nervous. Or maybe apologizing. But definitely flirting.

Logan sighed dramatically. "If I must."

When she reached over to take a fry, without asking, he felt himself smile.

(100 words)

Ride

There's just one guy at the bar when Weevil walks in. Scrawny kid, red hair, nursing a Corona.

Weevil orders Tecate with lime.

"Nice ride," the guy says.

"Excuse me?" Weevil isn't used to strangers striking up conversation. Especially not since he got his neck inked.

"I used to be in a band with a guy who had a bike like that," he offers. "It's pretty sweet. I'd like one, someday. But for now I just drive a van."

"Whatever." Weevil takes a long pull on his beer. The guy isn't smiling at him, exactly, but there's something about him -- he feels friendly. Which could get him his ass kicked, if he's not careful.

"You're not from around here." It's not a question.

The guy shakes his head. "Sunnydale."

"Never heard of it. Look -- no offense, but you might want to find someplace else to drink."

"This seat reserved for somebody?" Dry.

"There's gonna be a whole lot of bikers here in about ten minutes, and things might get ugly. We have...matters to discuss. And it's full moon -- things can get pretty hairy, night of the full moon."

A cloud passes over the guy's eyes. "Yeah," he says. "I know."

(200 words)

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Faith had been dancing all night and wasn't ready to quit.

And he'd been watching. When she turned with her beer, he raised his. All the invitation she needed.

She walked over, giving him time to look. "Wanna fuck?"

He gave a little laugh. "That's direct."

"That's how I roll." She stretched like a cat.

"Logan!" The girl's voice was dramatic. "Did you find me a friend?"

Logan smirked. Damn it.

"I've always wanted a hooker." Flirty, with knives underneath.

"Sorry. Not into blondes." She wasn't thinking of Buffy at all. "Your loss," she said to Logan, and moved on.

(100 words)

Burn

Anoel requested Veronica and Lilly, pre-S1, beach.

"You're going to get burned." Veronica held out the bottle of sunblock, but Lilly didn't take it.

"Like I care." Her mouth was red from the strawberry sno-cone Logan had brought her. He was surfing, too far out for Veronica to see.

"When every part of your body hurts tomorrow --"

"It won't be every part." Lilly raised an eyebrow above her sunglasses.

"Okay, you really are crazy." Veronica leaned back and closed her eyes against the sun.

"It'll make sex more interesting."

"Yeah, and I want to see Logan's face when you tell him he can only touch you in places that aren't sunburned."

"I wouldn't say that. A little pain can be interesting sometimes. Not that you'd know anything about that -- I'll bet my brother's a total square."

"My sex life? So not your problem."

"Suit yourself," Lilly said, blithely. When she rolled over on her towel, her ankle grazed Veronica's. "I'm just here bronzing. I'm going to be fab-u-lous."

You already are, Veronica thought. You always already are.

(175 words)