Title: At the Camelot

Author: Findabhiar Aery

Rating: M (NC-17, R, whatever the highest rating for wherever you are)

Summary: What if Veronica had been talking to Weevil during tailing Ben in Weapons of Class Destruction (1x18)? How might that have changed everything?

Spoilers: All. From 1st Season right up to 3rd Season

Characters: Veronica/Weevil, some Veronica/Logan, and ensemble

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything! ‘Cuz if I did, well, Weevil… yay, anywho, I don’t own anything except the unrecognizable chunks of this story which were dreamed up very late at night when only the naughty still refrain from sleep.

Chapter 1:

Veronica sat in her car, staring at the sleazy Camelot motel waiting for Ben to come back out. What on earth was he up to? And why was he driving a station wagon? She pulled out her camera to take a picture as he climbed back into his car.

Following him to a nearby garden centre, Veronica stared as he loaded up bags of fertilizer into his car, and quickly snapped off pictures of that, plus…

“Oh my god.” He had a huge rifle along with all of the bags in the back of his car. She quickly too a picture, focusing in on the weapon, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang from the console between her seat and the passenger’s side, and she picked it up to check the caller id. Smiling, she pressed a button and held it to her ear.

“Yeah?”

“V, it’s me.” Weevil leaned against a brick wall in the courtyard of Neptune High.

“Hey Weev, what do you want?”

“Want? Why V, I thought you would never ask.” He smirked at her soft laughter.

“Huh?” Suddenly, Veronica’s car door opened and Ben sat down in the passenger seat, she dropped her phone back between the seats. “Oh my god, what do you think you’re doing?”

Weevil frowned as he heard a male voice reply, “Let’s go for a ride.”

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Veronica stumbled out of her car, Ben’s hand clutching her elbow tightly. “My Dad’s a private detective… There will be people looking for me. Armed people.”

Suddenly, Ben stumbled back as a fist smashed into his jaw. Veronica jerked away as Weevil jumped Ben and started pummeling him. Ben threw out a leather wallet between trying to protect his face from the irate Hispanic.

Spotting the wallet, Veronica swooped down to grab it. “Weevil! Stop!”

He spun around, his fist inches from Ben’s nose, “Not the best time V.”

“He’s a federal agent.” She held the wallet open so that he could see the badge it held.

“Oh shit.” Weevil leaned down to pull Ben back up by the front of his shirt. “Sorry man.”

Ben held his hand over his bloody nose protectively, and glared. “Veronica, may I have a word in private?”

“No fucking way man.” Weevil crossed his arms over his broad chest, and glared at the diminutive white boy.

“Weevil,” Veronica put a small hand on his arm, “Let me handle this.”

“No way, V.” Weevil glanced at her, his expression softening slightly. “There is no way that I am letting this pretty boy hurt you.”

“Fine.” Veronica glared at him, “But I do all the talking, cholo.” She put a mocking emphasis on the last word.

“Go right ahead, baby.”

She looked to Ben, who was currently trying to staunch the flow of blood from his nose. “What do you want?”

“It would probably be better if we do this inside.” Ben glanced around wearily.

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A half hour later, Weevil and Veronica walked out of Ben’s motel room. Veronica shaking her head over the surprising proposition. Weevil stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“Are you ok V?” He looked down at her. She stared at him for a moment before leaning up slightly to kiss his lips quickly.

About to back away, she was surprised to feel his arms tighten around her waist, and pull her back into them. His lips were confident, and demanding against her own.

She gasped slightly, and he seized the opportunity to explore her mouth with his tongue. Veronica pushed herself into his broad frame, arms creeping up to hold onto the back of his neck, pulling him down.

One of Weevil’s hands tangled itself in her hair, the other at the small of her back holding her close. She drew back from him slightly to get some air, staring at him, breathing heavily. He looked at her without expression, hands still holding her close against him. Her red lips swollen, she smiled up at him. One side of his full lips quirked, his eyes staring at her inently.

Smiling, he leaned back into her to brush a quick kiss over her lips, and then moved down to her neck as her eyes fell closed, and her head tilted back with a small whimper. His lips curved into a smile against her soft skin as he brushed his teeth against her pulse-point.

Veronica laughed, slightly hysterical, as she pushed away from him. “What are we doing?”

His eyes lit up with amusement, “I would have thought that was obvious.” Weevil’s hands reached for her hips to pull her close again. She quickly moved out of his grasp, and gasped when she hit her back lightly against the wall of the motel behind her.

A predatory smile lighting up his face, he advanced towards her. Laughing, Veronica tried to hold him off, and then gasped as he claimed her mouth again, pushing his hips into her.

“Weevil…” She weakly pressed her hands against the front of his white wife-beater.

“Chica…” He kissed her once more before stepping back to look at her with a slight smirk across his lips. She stared at his lips a moment longer, missing them already. Her eyes shot back to his face at Weevil’s husky laughter. It was almost a challenge the way he was watching her, hunger in his chocolate eyes. Veronica quickly grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him down to her, pushing her mouth into his.

She broke away from him just as he started to respond and turned to leave.

“V.” His voice stopped her. She turned to look back at him, “Que?”

“This is definitely not over.” He smiled at her, taking in her wildly disheveled blonde hair, the swollen lips, and his smile widened.

“Is that a promise?” She threw over her shoulder before climbing into her car.