Fic: The Apocalypse Song
The Apocalypse Song
Veronica Mars. Veronica. PG. ~350 words. Please keep your victory but give me little death.
For: amaliak
She tries fingerless gloves, because she can’t drive in regular ones, and all she seems to do nowadays is drive. The gas bill alone is almost as much as therapy, but the process is infinitely more appealing. Who wants to sit around and talk about everything when you could be moving? Even if you’re not moving toward something.
Logan refuses to see her. His hospital room is guarded at all times. Since Aaron died he doesn’t have anyone but the hired help.
Trina is grieving in Europe.
Her fingertips are cold and blue as Veronica puffs her frozen breath against them futilely. The sand is packed down beneath her feet, cold and hard. The ocean is black.
Everything looks deadly.
The denim jacket wrapped tightly around her midsection does nothing to ward of the chill. Sharp winds skim off the tops of the waves and she’s too far away to see her car anymore. When there’s nowhere left to drive she takes to walking.
There’s only so far you can go when you need to be back home in time for breakfast with your dad. Keith is still in rehab. His hands were badly burned and there’s no surety that he’ll recover fully.
Veronica knows she won’t.
She dials the number by heart. Barely registering the feel of her icy fingers against the cellphone. The receiving phone has been turned off for almost a month now but she listens to the voicemail long enough to hear: “This is Logan with today’s inspirational message...”
She doesn’t leave a message.
When she finally gets back to the car it’s so cold that she can’t feel anything. She sits inside without the heater and misses the LeBaron. One of innumerable things she lost the night Lily’s mystery was finally, if only partially, solved.
Veronica thought things would get better. Solve the murder and get her dad’s creditability back, get her mom back, get her friends, her boyfriend, her popularity, her life back.
Everything would be just as it had been. But everything’s blown wide open and it’s bigger than she could have ever imagined.
(AN: I've actually started reworking this idea into a complete fic.)
Veronica Mars. Veronica. PG. ~350 words. Please keep your victory but give me little death.
For: amaliak
She tries fingerless gloves, because she can’t drive in regular ones, and all she seems to do nowadays is drive. The gas bill alone is almost as much as therapy, but the process is infinitely more appealing. Who wants to sit around and talk about everything when you could be moving? Even if you’re not moving toward something.
Logan refuses to see her. His hospital room is guarded at all times. Since Aaron died he doesn’t have anyone but the hired help.
Trina is grieving in Europe.
Her fingertips are cold and blue as Veronica puffs her frozen breath against them futilely. The sand is packed down beneath her feet, cold and hard. The ocean is black.
Everything looks deadly.
The denim jacket wrapped tightly around her midsection does nothing to ward of the chill. Sharp winds skim off the tops of the waves and she’s too far away to see her car anymore. When there’s nowhere left to drive she takes to walking.
There’s only so far you can go when you need to be back home in time for breakfast with your dad. Keith is still in rehab. His hands were badly burned and there’s no surety that he’ll recover fully.
Veronica knows she won’t.
She dials the number by heart. Barely registering the feel of her icy fingers against the cellphone. The receiving phone has been turned off for almost a month now but she listens to the voicemail long enough to hear: “This is Logan with today’s inspirational message...”
She doesn’t leave a message.
When she finally gets back to the car it’s so cold that she can’t feel anything. She sits inside without the heater and misses the LeBaron. One of innumerable things she lost the night Lily’s mystery was finally, if only partially, solved.
Veronica thought things would get better. Solve the murder and get her dad’s creditability back, get her mom back, get her friends, her boyfriend, her popularity, her life back.
Everything would be just as it had been. But everything’s blown wide open and it’s bigger than she could have ever imagined.
(AN: I've actually started reworking this idea into a complete fic.)