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Veronica Mars, Problem Solver by Amberina
Mac has a problem. It's a pretty big problem. It could be a bigger problem, she supposes. As it is, though, it's a considerable problem. What makes it even worse is that she doesn't even like to think about it, so talking about it is completely out of the question. She's left with it always in the back of her mind, gnawing at her. Sometimes it gets so bad that she can't think about anything else - but she refuses to think about... it, so she can't think at all.
She's considered the possibility that she's going insane. Veronica reminds her of the wise words of Wednesday night prophet John Locke: Crazy people just think they're getting saner. Which is true, she guesses, in most cases. She can't help but think that there are some people fully aware of their insanity and unable to stop it, though. Like, they watch themselves slowly slip into the depths of madness, and they can't do anything but wait for their mind to deteriorate so much that they're left resembling something advertised by a Jolly Green Giant.
Not that Mac sees herself getting to that state anytime soon. It's just that whole train of thought completely invalidates Veronica's reminder of dear old Locke. And of course, there was the fact that Veronica knows nothing about why Mac thinks she's going crazy. If there's anyone Mac could talk about it with, it's Veronica. But she's not going to. Doing that would make her admit to herself that her problem exists and she'd really rather not. She'd actually rather be a Jolly Green Giant than admit that she -
Eugh, what does this say about her, anyway? Seriously, what kind of person has this sort of problem? One of those insane peas-of-the-future, obviously. Especially considering the most recent fantasies - not that there are fantasies! Oh, screw it. There are fantasies.
Fantasies involving Madison Sinclair. And incredibly inappropriate BDSM themes. It's disturbing. Really, really disturbing.
Her favorite fantasy involves fucking her senseless while Madison wears nothing but knee-high stiletto boots. It would be such a Madison thing to do. Lose the clothes, keep the shoes.
Well, eventually, she would fuck her senseless in the fantasy. First she would tie her to that expensive bed, though. With soft, designer scarves. Then she'd tease her mercilessly until she was screaming, begging her to touch her. And then she'd tease some more.
Er... maybe Mac should go back to the not thinking about her problem. She was definitely a lot more comfortable that way. There's a big difference between thinking about it when... and thinking about it now, sitting across from Veronica.
"Veronica, I have a problem!" she blurts out. Crap.
Veronica doesn't look up from her computer screen. She continues to type, her eyes scanning the lines as they scroll past. "So do I..." Her problem, of course, was relating to one of her many cases. One of the many cases that Mac occasionally helped her with but didn't get to know too many details about. That was okay and all, but right - wait, what is she talking about? Shouldn't Mac be glad Veronica doesn't want to talk about her problem?
Finally Veronica shifts her vision to Mac. "What's your problem?"
Heh. She knows Veronica can tell when someone is stalling and when someone is lying. She tries to remember why she mentioned it in the first place, and then she remembers that it just slipped out. She really shouldn't be allowed in public with her mouth. "Do you - " Mac starts, and then stops quickly. Not the right way to start. She can feel Veronica's eyes on her. "Nothing."
Veronica raises an eyebrow. "Okay, I believe it's nothing like I believe anyone really wants to see Jenny Lewis do the Frug."
Mac can't help the blush that spreads across her face. She shifts in her seat. "I..."
Veronica's eyes widen, and she snickers. "It's about a boy, right? A whole big - "
"Not... exactly," Mac says softly, and now her face is burning.
And then Veronica blushes. "Oh... I..."
"Yeah, I should go," Mac says, though she doesn't particularly want to. She begins to gather her belongings up.
"No, no, no!" Veronica says loudly. She gets up and comes around the desk, pulling Mac's messenger bag from her and setting it back down. "Don't leave."
Mac freezes as Veronica's hand brushes against her body. So does Veronica. They're stuck there for a moment, and then Veronica takes a step back. Mac's hand is shaking.
"If you... have feelings for me," Veronica begins, and now Mac's even more confused. Veronica thinks she was talking about her? But...
... Mac remembers the moment when neither moved and she wonders if Veronica is attracted to her?
"I was talking about Madison Sinclair!" Mac says quickly, and then regrets it. Maybe she should have let Veronica think...
But think what, exactly? Mac hadn't said anything, really. Her blushing had said it all. Veronica could think... anything.
Mac jumps when Veronica starts to laugh. "So are you going to..." Veronica snickers and coughs and makes a big deal of mockingly trying to compose herself, "ask her out?"
"Veronica..." Mac says, but she's not sure how to complete that sentence.
Veronica's eyes light up and she slams her open hand down on the desk, as if she's come to an awesome conclusion. "You can ask her to the sock hop!"
"No, Veronica, I... " Mac sighs and picks up her messenger bag again. Time to go. For real this time. "I have to get home. I'll call you later."
She didn't lie. She would call. She thinks so, at least. Whether or not Veronica would hang up on her was the real question.
Veronica Mars, she's a problem solver. Unfortunately, this time she just seemed to create more of them. Mac kind of wants her, which is obviously a very big problem. Right?