Fandom: Veronica Mars
Character/Pairing/Group: WeeVer (Weevil/Veronica)
Summary: He is surprised when she shows up at his window, long after he'd visited her.
Disclaimer: I do not own, VMars is the property of Rob Thomas.
Weevil is more than a little bit surprised when Veronica appears at his window one night, after they’ve kissed and her mother is long buried.
“What are you doin’ here V? Is this a booty call?” He asks, tilting his head to the side with a smirk as soon as he gets the window open and is able to lean against the ledge. “You are aware I have a front door right?”
Veronica wraps her arms around herself and glares at him slightly with a tilt to her chin that tells him there’s something wrong, something he wants to fix. “I didn’t want to wake anyone else up,” she explains, nibbling on her bottom lip and shifting from foot to foot.
Weevil nods, his brows furrowing in concern as he studied her, taking note of the dark rings under her eyes marring her skin as though she’s bruised.
“No one else is home, go around front and I’ll let you in,” he doesn’t want to know how she knows which window is his because it doesn’t really matter right now.
He goes to the front door when she disappears around the corner and lets her in, taking her coat and draping it over his arm.
“What happened?” He asks, resisting the urge to cup her chin between his fingertips because it is a moment that would be far too tender and possibly unwanted and he doesn’t want to push her in any way.
“Nothing…” Veronica exhales and looks away from him for a moment as though she’s trying to gather her thoughts and feelings and although he loves her, more than he should Weevil hopes she doesn’t fall apart because standing in the front hallway he’s not exactly equipped to deal with tears.
“Everything,” she admits, sighing softly.
Weevil begins steering her toward his room, and of all of the times, he thought he would be able to get
Veronica into his room and his bed they had nothing to do with her mother and best friend both being dead.
“You don’t look like you’ve gotten any sleep since I last saw you,” he remarks, draping her coat over the small desk chair and gesturing for her to sit on the bed.
Veronica looks around his room, surprised that it seems so warm and inviting, not a single stitch of biker garb littering the floor and no inappropriate posters of naked women on the hoods of cars.
“Wow,” she murmurs, momentarily distracted, and it’s a distraction she needs. “Not what I expected,” she tells him, not teasing or even trying to be insulting and it’s somewhat disconcerting for him because this isn’t his Veronica here.
“My abuelita,” Weevil explains. “Can I get you anything?” he asks his tone warmer than it is when he talks to anyone with the exception of family.
“Water would be good,” Veronica replies, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear and glancing down at her hands.
Weevil nods, heading out of his room he goes into the kitchen and pours her a glass after making sure it’s clean because it takes him a while to get dishes done when there’s no one else around.
He returns and can’t deny his surprise at finding her curled up on his bed, using his pillow. “Do you want to stay the night?” he asks before he can stop himself, cursing the thoughts that slip into his mind at the thought of her staying over.
“Would you mind?” Veronica retorts, still nibbling on her bottom lip with such a ferocity he thinks it might bleed.
Weevil shakes his head and reaches for one of the pillows he’d tossed into the closet earlier than night, swiping his hand across it to rid it from some dust. “I’ll be on the couch, if you need anything.”
Veronica looked at him and nodded slowly, sighing softly she didn’t want to admit it. “Can you…I mean can you please…I don’t know…”
Looking at her Weevil begins to realize that he will do pretty much anything she wants him to do. “What do you need?” He questions, his voice as soft and hopefully warm as he can make it.
Veronica smiles at him weakly and her eyes are far too shiny and he just can’t handle it so before he knows it he’s in his own bed with her, wrapping her tightly in his arms. “Is this okay?” He asks.
“This is perfect,” Veronica murmurs into his chest, resting her head there. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” she informs him, smiling lightly.
Weevil laughs, running his fingers lightly through his hair. “Who would believe it?”
Veronica snickers, nodding her head. “So many people would be so happy to see me like this, the mighty little Veronica Mars, downtrodden.”
Weevil resists the urge to go find those people and tear them apart because he knows she needs him right now, and that no amount of pain inflicted upon those people will help her especially if he ends up in jail for it.
“Yeah well those people can go fuck themselves,” Weevil responds bluntly.
Veronica nods in agreement, closing her eyes. “Thank you Weevil.”
“For what?” He can’t deny he’s surprised by her gratitude but still isn’t sure what exactly it is that he’s done for her, usually she’s the one doing favours for him and he hasn’t needed any lately.
“Being here, and not complaining that I woke you up at two in the morning,” Veronica replies, kissing his cheek. “For not letting me do something we both would have regretted when you came to visit me last time,” she explains.
“I wouldn’t have regretted it, but I knew you would,” Weevil responds honestly, affording her that because she has always been honest with him.
Veronica looks at him, looks into his eyes and then presses her lips against his, moving them slowly as she takes in the taste of his lips and how gentle he is with her. “I don’t know that I would have.”
Weevil grins, tucking her head underneath his chin. “Maybe not the act, but the timing.”
Veronica nods, sighing softly she got comfortable again. “Good night Eli,” her voice is soft, drowsiness settling in.
“Good night Veronica,” he replies, and breathes a sigh of pure happiness when silence settles in on them again.