Unintentional (1/?)
Chapter title: In need of a DD
Rating: PG-13 for this part. up to NC-17 for the rest
Summary: She wants this...its just too bad he's so goddamned clueless. Post series, Warning: Reference to a character death.

Characters/Pairing: Veronica/Lamb, Mac, Dick, mentions of others like Wallace, Keith and Logan
Spoilers: entire series but AU from 3X14 the only thing that is different is that Lamb didn't die
Word Count: 516
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars

It had nothing to do with who he was, or who I was. Nothing to do with the stigma of our past breathing down our necks. And the possible reactions of those closest to both of us weren't even a consideration.

It was simply the way I felt when I was near him. The way the hair at the back of my neck would stand on end. The fact that every nerve in my body seemed to be on high alert even when he was across the room. The way my brain would go hazy and my eyes would lose focus on anyone but him. And the fact that my every waking moment seemed to be spent with thoughts of him.

That's all it was. All it took for me to realize that I had really truly, fully and completely forgiven him and that I wanted him in my life more than words could express.

I guess that cold day in hell had finally happened and I was standing right in the middle of it shivering like it was going out of style.

Of course the realization of my feelings just made things worse though. Suddenly I was that love struck 15 year old again. I could barely talk around him, I blushed like crazy and god knows I couldn't look him in the eye. And fuck if he didn't think it was just me being my own stubborn self.

I spent months hoping to god that he'd figure it out and relieve me of my misery but no such luck. Eventually he realized of course that I didn't seem to hate him but apparently that's as far as he got with his thoughts because no move was ever made and I just didn't have the strength to put myself out there and get rejected by him. Pining I could take, unrequited love, hell it was my motto, but downright rejection and humiliation at the hands of Neptune's Sheriff Lamb. Definitely not.

So I went on and I survived. But then Mac and I found ourselves at the dive bar a block from Hearst and three sheets to the wind. We'd been drowning our sorrows over the realization of our pitiful single status, brought on by the sudden engagement of the one and only Wallace Fennel and when the bartender cut us off and no one seemed to be answering their phones….I threw caution to the wind and called the only other person I could think of.

He didn't even answer, and even though I left a message I really didn't expect him to show up, but he did. But funnily enough, he wasn't the only one that responded to an SOS voicemail. And when he walked up to us at the same time as Dick Casablancas showed up at Mac's side I had a feeling that Mac and my destinations that night would not be one and the same.

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