So, I wanted to try this. I had time to write something, but not enough time to look through my role plays and edit and write more to Gypsy. So I tried something else. I may continue it, may not. I AM working on chapters for my other stories, I PROMISE.

Let me know if I should continue this! The issues in this story would be mainly psychological... Well, you'd just have to see I suppose.

It's a play of on the episode Spit and Eggs from Veronica Mars.

Summary: SPOILERS!!! What if Mercer and Moe hadn't gotten caught in Spit and Eggs?

Rating M: For good reason

Content: If you're looking for a rape scene? Um, yeah. You're not going to get it. Go find that somewhere else.

-insert brief disclaimer of ownership of characters here-

"You said she was here, Moe." Veronica's dialing stopped as she heard the voices, and her heart beat increased even though everything else was slowing down. Everything was blurry, and she knew that if she didn't do something soon, they would find her eventually. Of course, her dad wasn't picking up his phone…

Leaning her head back against the wall, Veronica closed her eyes as a wave of dizziness washed over her. God she hated this feeling…

"She was!" Moe said, his voice sounding frantic. Maybe they wouldn't find her after all… Maybe they'd leave, thinking she got out somehow…

"You let her get away, Moe?" Mercer again. The sound of his voice just made Veronica feel even sicker. Things were spinning more than a few moments ago. If she just sat still, maybe she'd be okay…

"I'm sorry, Sir…"

Then she heard something. A… pounding noise. Mercer hit Moe… Great, a fight… That's… That's all I…

"I don't care that you're sorry."

God it's so… hard to… think……

RRRRIINNNGGG

RRRIINNNGGG

The sound of Veronica's phone startled her enough to pull out of the drug induced stupor slightly. It was her dad. Her sluggish, slow hands groped clumsily at the phone, putting it to her ear. "Dad…" Veronica said softly, her tongue feeling heavy and thick in her mouth. "Help…" Before she could say anything else, the door to the closet was flung open.

Her eyes moved to gaze up at Mercer and Moe. Mercer still had the scratches on his face that she gave him. Serves him right… Veronica thought, trying to think of something to get out of this mess. Of course, her thought process wasn't exactly moving as quickly as it normally did.

"Get the phone." It was Mercer. He loved to take charge, that Mercer. Moe moved towards Veronica, slowly. He seemed afraid… Good. In a brief moment of quick thought, Veronica gathered up her remaining strength, and slammed the hammer she'd grabbed from the top of the closet into Moe's foot. Moe staggered and shouted, grabbing his foot in pain.

Veronica would have smiled, but she was too tired. So tired…

She was going in and out of consciousness, she knew. Someone was pulling her out of the closet… No, she didn't want to go. Trying to clear her vision, Veronica saw Mercer screaming at Moe to shut up. She didn't hear it… Maybe her hearing was going because of the drug…

That was funny.

"-at are we going to do with her?"

No, it was back again.

"We're going to get caught!" Oh, Moe. If only you'd thought of that before. Veronica thought absently, closing her eyes and then opening them again, everything spinning and blurring in and out of focus.

"Shut up!" Another hit to Moe. "We're not going to get caught. Give me all the GHB you've got left. We'll get it all down her throat; she won't remember last year let alone last night."

Not good…

"I'm out of it!"

Slipping her hand into the pocket of her jeans, Veronica slowly pulled out the rape whistle Ashley had given her earlier.

"Watch her. I've got plenty." Mercer ordered. It was now or never.

Forcing her hands to her lips, Veronica blew into it. It let out a shrill, harsh, high-pitched whistle. Immediately, Mercer turned on her, grabbing the whistle out of her hands and throwing it to the other side of the room.

Putting his hands on his head, he glared down at Veronica. "I'll get it. Make sure nothing happens, someone was bound to have heard that." He whirled around, storming out of the door and slamming it shut.

Veronica felt herself going. Moe's face was just a circle now, with some brown globs on top. She'd always liked Moe's hair… It looked soft. He just stared down at Veronica, murmuring things Veronica couldn't hear. He looked upset. Poor Moe…

Something was going on outside. She could tell. Mercer wasn't there anymore. He must've gone outside… at some… point…

There were shouts and people yelling. Maybe Mercer and Moe had been caught…

Maybe…

A slam woke Veronica up, and her eyes opened a crack. Mercer was back. "Stupid Moe… Almost gave us up." Mercer was muttering, fumbling with the cap to something…

"Okay, Veronica." He said, a little louder, giving Veronica a wide, slightly hysterical smile. "I've got something for you. Now just be good and swallow this." He paused, kneeling down beside her. "Not like you could really do anything else…"

Veronica's eyes closed, and when she opened them again, Mercer had the small vial to her lips, lifting her head up slightly off the ground. "Drink up, Veronica." He said, chuckling to himself.

She never had liked his laugh.

Liquid suddenly touched her tongue and fell back to her throat. She coughed weakly a couple of times before she swallowed, feeling her head being lowered back to the ground. "It's going to be interesting, seeing how long you'll be out, Veronica. You'll be sore when you wake up, I'm sure, but it's gonna be great. Moe'll-"

His voice got softer and softer, until it wasn't there anymore.

Veronica didn't care, now. She was so tired… So weak. Fighting it only hurt her head. Her eyes closed, and everything went black.

Um, yeah.

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