Fic: Undercover Angel, Part II (Ensemble), Rated: R
Title: Undersover Angel, Part II
Author: skk670
Pairing/Characters: Ensemble
Word Count: 1,670
Rating: R (Bad Language and Sexual Situations)
Summary: This season's mysteries began to unravel - and Veronica is at the center of it all.
Spoilers/Warnings: Episode 2-14 (Season II to date)
Authors Notes: This idea came to me, fully formed, the other day. I thought about it and wondered if this couldn't be RT's plan for the season. Could it be? Nah, it's just my wild speculation.
Much thanks to my wonderful betas Ethereal_65, Fickledame and moire2, icon courtesy of merovin_iconic
Part I - The Conspiracy Unfolds
Undercover Angel
Part II - Snake Eyes
Logan and Dick remained crouched behind the SUV long after Cassidy walked away. Logan stared at the laces on his shoe as though he were Alexander contemplating the Gordian Knot. Finally he risked a glance at Dick.
“Hey, man,” he began uncomfortably, “about Kendall.”
Dick turned on him with a fierceness Logan had never seen before. “Not now,” he snarled, “I’m thinking.”
Logan’s mouth dropped open, taken aback by Dick’s unaccustomed vehemence - and the idea of Dick Casablancas thinking. Nothing should have bothered Dick. Dick didn’t care enough to be upset - or to think.
Dick continued to stare at the spot of rust, his eyebrows furrowed and his expression one of deep concentration. Or maybe it was a dire need for laxatives. Logan wasn’t sure.
Finally Dick straightened and looked around. Once he was satisfied that they were alone, he pulled out his cell phone. He pressed a speed dial and held the phone to his ear.
“Yeah, it’s me.” He listened for a moment and his features hardened. “Whatever. I don’t care about your problems.” His voice was harsh and authoritative, completely unlike Dick. “What has Beaver got on you?”
Dick began to move down the rows of parked car, the phone still held close to his ear. “Don’t give me that bullshit,” he snarled. “Beaver told me he set you up with Logan.”
Logan followed after Dick, but Dick appeared to have forgotten about him as he strode towards the school door. Logan stayed close, determined to hear Dick’s side of the conversation.
“Now why would my little bro do you a favor like that?” Smoothly, Dick slipped back into his usual lecherous, leering persona. “What have you been doing for him?”
Dick yanked open the door and slipped through, back into the school. He was still listening to the conversation but his movements were careless and easy, his features slack and blasé. Anybody looking at Dick Casablancas would think he didn’t have a care in the world - or a thought in his head.
It was subtle, the way Dick moved with intent and purpose yet masked it with what appeared to be a relaxed gait. Logan had never realized how fast Dick could move or observed how expertly Dick slid through the crowd, like a snake slithering through high grass in the Serengeti.
Finally Dick shut his cell phone and put it away with a shake of his head.
“What?” Logan demanded. “Was that Kendall? What did she say?”
Dick stared at Logan blankly, as though he had completely forgotten the other boy existed. His movements and actions were still those of the aptly-named Dick but there was a hardness in his eyes that he couldn’t quite conceal.
However, when he spoke, Dick sounded like pure sun-bleached surfer. “I got to hand it to my little bro.” There was real admiration in his voice. “He played you like a fucking violin.” Then his voice hardened. “All under the instructions of that little cunt.”
Logan didn’t know what was going on, but he had learned where his loyalties should have been. “Careful, Dick,” he said softly. “Don’t say anything you’re going to regret later.”
Dick’s mouth tightened and he turned abruptly. He cut cleanly through the crowd, moving easily but with purpose. Logan followed him and listened to the students still gossiping about Veronica’s most recent arrest. He grit his teeth and ignored the stares and smirks of his classmates. He focused on the back of Dick’s rapidly moving head and followed him into - the library?
Logan came to an abrupt stop just inside the double doors. Dick had stopped in front of him and was looking around carefully.
“Dude, I didn’t think you even knew where the library was.” Logan smirked as he too looked around.
Dick ignored him and walked quickly towards the back of the stacks. He moved like a man who knew where he was going and was well acquainted with the path to get there. Logan followed him through the maze of books and calculator-wielding math club geeks. He stopped in front of a door at the far end.
Dick looked around furtively then wiggled the door handle. He cursed softly as he continued to twist and push the knob but the door didn’t open. Logan was about to suggest that the brain-bleached blond needed a key when the door finally popped open. Dick slipped inside and held the door open for Logan.
Dick shut the door as soon as Logan entered and they were enveloped in darkness. And silence. The low hum of conversation and sound was blocked out as efficiently as the light. Logan could hear Dick fumbling around in the pitch black.
“Hey man, don’t get the wrong idea,” Logan said dryly. “I like you and all but I don’t screw everybody named Casablancas.”
There was a sharp snick and the overhead lights came on. Dick stood against the wall, his finger still on the light switch. He looked at Logan with cold, hard eyes.
“Yeah, you do.” Dick contradicted flatly. “Eventually, you screw over everybody. Friends. Enemies. Stepmothers. Girlfriends.”
Logan stared at him, stunned. Abruptly he turned away and looked at the opposite wall. “Where are we?” he asked in a subdued voice.
“Large group study room,” Dick answered coldly. “This one is almost never used because the lock is always broken.”
Logan nodded and looked around the small room. It was bare except for a scarred round table and four hard-backed chairs. “And you found this place how?”
Dick glared. “It’s in the fucking library, dude. I looked around.”
Logan snorted, “You should have told me when you got your acceptance to Mensa. I would have thrown you a kick-ass party.”
“Sure, dude. Complete with hookers and your ex-girlfriend working the pole.” Dick shot back.
“Lay off Veronica,” Logan advised softly.
“Like you did?” Dick sneered. “Maybe if you hadn’t, your skanky ex wouldn’t be in jail now.”
Logan opened his mouth and closed it again without saying anything. The silence stretched out uncomfortably as Dick pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
“So, you come here often?” Logan finally joked weakly.
“When I need to,” Dick answered in a clipped voice.
Hesitantly, Logan sat down in the chair across from him. “What did Kendall say?” he asked quietly.
Dick studied Logan silently for a long moment. “She said that Beaver asked her to take care of you.” He explained in a mocking voice. “It seemed that my little bro was really worried that you’d go off the deep end. And since things weren’t going well with Veronica and since Beav knew how you like it easy…” Dick trailed off and smirked at Logan, but there was no amusement in his expression.
“Beaver set me up with Kendall so I wouldn’t take a swan dive like my mother?” Logan clarified quietly.
Dick nodded. “Pretty much.”
“And he suggested it first as a joke but Veronica put him up to it.” Logan’s voice was strangled, disbelieving.
“Seems like it,” Dick confirmed.
“But why? Why did she do it?” Logan’s voice cracked and he took a deep breath.
Dick shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe Veronica couldn’t handle keeping your ass straight while she did whatever hell else she was doing.” Then he sneered. “Maybe her street corner was getting a lot of action at the time.”
The jibe was typical of the insults Dick normally made about Veronica, but the venom was missing. They both knew that Dick was only going through the motions.
Logan swallowed heavily. “Beaver said that Veronica worked behind the scenes to make sure the DA didn’t charge me for Felix’s murder. How did she do that?”
Dick shrugged again, clearly annoyed. “How the hell would I know?”
Logan was quiet for a moment. “Why did Kendall do it?” he wondered out loud. “According to Beaver, she didn’t think I was good enough for repeat visits.”
Dick thought about that for a moment, his eyes on the table, his posture uncharacteristically strong and straight. Then he pulled out his cell phone again.
“Who are you calling now?” Logan asked as he watched the other boy manipulate the keypad.
“Internet,” Dick answered tersely.
Logan looked confused. “You got a sudden urge to surf for porn? What kind of image can you even get on that small screen anyway?”
The locker room banter didn’t get the expected result. Dick merely looked at Logan despairingly.
“The Phoenix Land Trust,” he said succinctly. “Kendall Casablancas, CEO. Where do you think Kendall got the brains or the startup cash to do that?”
Logan pulled the sleeves of his shirt over his hands as he watched Dick and waited. Finally Dick finished working the keys and nodded with satisfaction. He wordless pushed the cell phone across to Logan. Logan took it and tried to read the tiny print.
“It’s too small,” he grunted. “What does this shit say?”
Dick snatched back his phone. “It says that Kendall owns a building and development company, just like my old man.” He put his cell phone away and looked thoughtful. “And she hasn’t been hurting for money recently.”
Logan looked up sharply. “She’s not getting it from me.”
Dick gave Logan a withering glance. “You heard Beav. He’s the one who set up Kendall. But how did Beav…” he trailed off and narrowed his eyes in concentration.
“How did Beav do what?” Logan demanded.
Dick looked up. “I was wondering how Beav set up this whole land-trust thing but that’s obvious.”
Logan blinked. There were things in this world that were obvious to Dick that weren’t obvious to him?
“It is?” Logan asked dumbly.
Dick stood up and headed for the door. “Yeah, it is.”
Logan scrambled after him. “Where are we going now?” he asked.
“To get answers from Beav,” Dick responded grimly.
Logan lengthened his stride to keep up. “Do you know where he is?”
Dick snorted. “Same place he always is. The computer room, hanging out with his dyke-in-denial girlfriend.”
Author: skk670
Pairing/Characters: Ensemble
Word Count: 1,670
Rating: R (Bad Language and Sexual Situations)
Summary: This season's mysteries began to unravel - and Veronica is at the center of it all.
Spoilers/Warnings: Episode 2-14 (Season II to date)
Authors Notes: This idea came to me, fully formed, the other day. I thought about it and wondered if this couldn't be RT's plan for the season. Could it be? Nah, it's just my wild speculation.
Much thanks to my wonderful betas Ethereal_65, Fickledame and moire2, icon courtesy of merovin_iconic
Part I - The Conspiracy Unfolds
Undercover Angel
Part II - Snake Eyes
Logan and Dick remained crouched behind the SUV long after Cassidy walked away. Logan stared at the laces on his shoe as though he were Alexander contemplating the Gordian Knot. Finally he risked a glance at Dick.
“Hey, man,” he began uncomfortably, “about Kendall.”
Dick turned on him with a fierceness Logan had never seen before. “Not now,” he snarled, “I’m thinking.”
Logan’s mouth dropped open, taken aback by Dick’s unaccustomed vehemence - and the idea of Dick Casablancas thinking. Nothing should have bothered Dick. Dick didn’t care enough to be upset - or to think.
Dick continued to stare at the spot of rust, his eyebrows furrowed and his expression one of deep concentration. Or maybe it was a dire need for laxatives. Logan wasn’t sure.
Finally Dick straightened and looked around. Once he was satisfied that they were alone, he pulled out his cell phone. He pressed a speed dial and held the phone to his ear.
“Yeah, it’s me.” He listened for a moment and his features hardened. “Whatever. I don’t care about your problems.” His voice was harsh and authoritative, completely unlike Dick. “What has Beaver got on you?”
Dick began to move down the rows of parked car, the phone still held close to his ear. “Don’t give me that bullshit,” he snarled. “Beaver told me he set you up with Logan.”
Logan followed after Dick, but Dick appeared to have forgotten about him as he strode towards the school door. Logan stayed close, determined to hear Dick’s side of the conversation.
“Now why would my little bro do you a favor like that?” Smoothly, Dick slipped back into his usual lecherous, leering persona. “What have you been doing for him?”
Dick yanked open the door and slipped through, back into the school. He was still listening to the conversation but his movements were careless and easy, his features slack and blasé. Anybody looking at Dick Casablancas would think he didn’t have a care in the world - or a thought in his head.
It was subtle, the way Dick moved with intent and purpose yet masked it with what appeared to be a relaxed gait. Logan had never realized how fast Dick could move or observed how expertly Dick slid through the crowd, like a snake slithering through high grass in the Serengeti.
Finally Dick shut his cell phone and put it away with a shake of his head.
“What?” Logan demanded. “Was that Kendall? What did she say?”
Dick stared at Logan blankly, as though he had completely forgotten the other boy existed. His movements and actions were still those of the aptly-named Dick but there was a hardness in his eyes that he couldn’t quite conceal.
However, when he spoke, Dick sounded like pure sun-bleached surfer. “I got to hand it to my little bro.” There was real admiration in his voice. “He played you like a fucking violin.” Then his voice hardened. “All under the instructions of that little cunt.”
Logan didn’t know what was going on, but he had learned where his loyalties should have been. “Careful, Dick,” he said softly. “Don’t say anything you’re going to regret later.”
Dick’s mouth tightened and he turned abruptly. He cut cleanly through the crowd, moving easily but with purpose. Logan followed him and listened to the students still gossiping about Veronica’s most recent arrest. He grit his teeth and ignored the stares and smirks of his classmates. He focused on the back of Dick’s rapidly moving head and followed him into - the library?
Logan came to an abrupt stop just inside the double doors. Dick had stopped in front of him and was looking around carefully.
“Dude, I didn’t think you even knew where the library was.” Logan smirked as he too looked around.
Dick ignored him and walked quickly towards the back of the stacks. He moved like a man who knew where he was going and was well acquainted with the path to get there. Logan followed him through the maze of books and calculator-wielding math club geeks. He stopped in front of a door at the far end.
Dick looked around furtively then wiggled the door handle. He cursed softly as he continued to twist and push the knob but the door didn’t open. Logan was about to suggest that the brain-bleached blond needed a key when the door finally popped open. Dick slipped inside and held the door open for Logan.
Dick shut the door as soon as Logan entered and they were enveloped in darkness. And silence. The low hum of conversation and sound was blocked out as efficiently as the light. Logan could hear Dick fumbling around in the pitch black.
“Hey man, don’t get the wrong idea,” Logan said dryly. “I like you and all but I don’t screw everybody named Casablancas.”
There was a sharp snick and the overhead lights came on. Dick stood against the wall, his finger still on the light switch. He looked at Logan with cold, hard eyes.
“Yeah, you do.” Dick contradicted flatly. “Eventually, you screw over everybody. Friends. Enemies. Stepmothers. Girlfriends.”
Logan stared at him, stunned. Abruptly he turned away and looked at the opposite wall. “Where are we?” he asked in a subdued voice.
“Large group study room,” Dick answered coldly. “This one is almost never used because the lock is always broken.”
Logan nodded and looked around the small room. It was bare except for a scarred round table and four hard-backed chairs. “And you found this place how?”
Dick glared. “It’s in the fucking library, dude. I looked around.”
Logan snorted, “You should have told me when you got your acceptance to Mensa. I would have thrown you a kick-ass party.”
“Sure, dude. Complete with hookers and your ex-girlfriend working the pole.” Dick shot back.
“Lay off Veronica,” Logan advised softly.
“Like you did?” Dick sneered. “Maybe if you hadn’t, your skanky ex wouldn’t be in jail now.”
Logan opened his mouth and closed it again without saying anything. The silence stretched out uncomfortably as Dick pulled out a chair and sat down at the table.
“So, you come here often?” Logan finally joked weakly.
“When I need to,” Dick answered in a clipped voice.
Hesitantly, Logan sat down in the chair across from him. “What did Kendall say?” he asked quietly.
Dick studied Logan silently for a long moment. “She said that Beaver asked her to take care of you.” He explained in a mocking voice. “It seemed that my little bro was really worried that you’d go off the deep end. And since things weren’t going well with Veronica and since Beav knew how you like it easy…” Dick trailed off and smirked at Logan, but there was no amusement in his expression.
“Beaver set me up with Kendall so I wouldn’t take a swan dive like my mother?” Logan clarified quietly.
Dick nodded. “Pretty much.”
“And he suggested it first as a joke but Veronica put him up to it.” Logan’s voice was strangled, disbelieving.
“Seems like it,” Dick confirmed.
“But why? Why did she do it?” Logan’s voice cracked and he took a deep breath.
Dick shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe Veronica couldn’t handle keeping your ass straight while she did whatever hell else she was doing.” Then he sneered. “Maybe her street corner was getting a lot of action at the time.”
The jibe was typical of the insults Dick normally made about Veronica, but the venom was missing. They both knew that Dick was only going through the motions.
Logan swallowed heavily. “Beaver said that Veronica worked behind the scenes to make sure the DA didn’t charge me for Felix’s murder. How did she do that?”
Dick shrugged again, clearly annoyed. “How the hell would I know?”
Logan was quiet for a moment. “Why did Kendall do it?” he wondered out loud. “According to Beaver, she didn’t think I was good enough for repeat visits.”
Dick thought about that for a moment, his eyes on the table, his posture uncharacteristically strong and straight. Then he pulled out his cell phone again.
“Who are you calling now?” Logan asked as he watched the other boy manipulate the keypad.
“Internet,” Dick answered tersely.
Logan looked confused. “You got a sudden urge to surf for porn? What kind of image can you even get on that small screen anyway?”
The locker room banter didn’t get the expected result. Dick merely looked at Logan despairingly.
“The Phoenix Land Trust,” he said succinctly. “Kendall Casablancas, CEO. Where do you think Kendall got the brains or the startup cash to do that?”
Logan pulled the sleeves of his shirt over his hands as he watched Dick and waited. Finally Dick finished working the keys and nodded with satisfaction. He wordless pushed the cell phone across to Logan. Logan took it and tried to read the tiny print.
“It’s too small,” he grunted. “What does this shit say?”
Dick snatched back his phone. “It says that Kendall owns a building and development company, just like my old man.” He put his cell phone away and looked thoughtful. “And she hasn’t been hurting for money recently.”
Logan looked up sharply. “She’s not getting it from me.”
Dick gave Logan a withering glance. “You heard Beav. He’s the one who set up Kendall. But how did Beav…” he trailed off and narrowed his eyes in concentration.
“How did Beav do what?” Logan demanded.
Dick looked up. “I was wondering how Beav set up this whole land-trust thing but that’s obvious.”
Logan blinked. There were things in this world that were obvious to Dick that weren’t obvious to him?
“It is?” Logan asked dumbly.
Dick stood up and headed for the door. “Yeah, it is.”
Logan scrambled after him. “Where are we going now?” he asked.
“To get answers from Beav,” Dick responded grimly.
Logan lengthened his stride to keep up. “Do you know where he is?”
Dick snorted. “Same place he always is. The computer room, hanging out with his dyke-in-denial girlfriend.”