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AN: This is some sort of a sequel to my first MA/Di fic The one she should have always been with but you don't need to read it to understand this one.

I'm not a native speaker so I'm truly sorry if there are too many mistakes. Feel free to correct me.

(more info at the last chapter...)

Dick Casablancas, what a marshmallow

To say Dick was surprised as Veronica called him was an understatement. After all that happened, he thought he would never hear from her again. That she called because of Mac was even more surprising. Why should he care about Ghostworld. But still here he was, outside of her room, knocking on her door. He was glad that he had been sober at the time Veronica called. It was some kind of a miracle these days.

"Leave me alone, mom! I don't want to talk to anybody right now."

"It's me...Dick!"

After some seconds passed she finally told him to come in. He didn't know what he expected when he entered her room but this was defintely not something he expected. He wasn't so sure about not being sober anymore.

There she was, lying on her bed, handkerchiefs spread out all over the place, the room dark like it was in the middle of the night and not in the afternoon. The most disturbing thing for him was the look in her eyes. Confused, surprised and mostly sad, depressed, lost. It somehow broke his heart and he needed all his will-power not to break right in front of her.

"Dick?"

He didn't even bother to answer that question. He knew she wasn't asking if it was him, she just wanted to know why he was here. He simply sat down on her bed right next to her, leaning against the wall.She got herself up to a sitting position and leaned on the wall herself. For some minutes she just stared at him, trying to understand this whole situation until she realised what she was doing. Staring at her dead-ex-boyfriend's brother wasn't something she wanted to do rigt now. Seeing him here next to him brought only the memories back that she had tried to forget for the last days.

Tears formed in her eyes and ran slowly down her cheek. As Dick turned to face her, she saw that there were some wet trails on his cheeks too.

The next thing they knew, they were lying in each others arms, embracing. Dick tried to comfort her. If somebody had told him this morning he'd be hugging the computer chick his brother went out with and actually feeling better and safe he would have told him to go and see a shrink as soon as possible. The fact that he was crying right in front of her and that it didn't bother him at all was rather disturbing. Dick Casablancas was not the type of guy who cried and especially not in front of some chick he barely knew. No, that wasn't quite true. In this very moment the girl in his arms new more about him than anybody else ever could. And he probalby knew more about her than he ever would know about anybody else.

It wasn't until her mother called that dinner was ready and asked if Dick wanted to stay that they realised how long they had been like this. Mac told her that they weren't hungry, but Dick was already about to get up. He was thinking about leaving. Not that he wanted to, he'd never felt that calm and relaxed since his brothers dead, but this whole situation was kind of akward. Her voice startled him.

"Don't leave...please?"

This was all he needed to know. Both knew that this day would change their relationship forever. They both had changed even before this day on their own but this was something very different. Neither of them was the person they had been before anymore and neither of them could be like them ever again. Dick wasn't even so sure if he ever wanted to be like that again.

Time passed by as they drifted to sleep. Mac first. Dick watched the girl in his arm sleeping, her breath slow and steady until he was fast asleep himself. His last thought was that he could get used to this. Not the grief of course but the fact that he was going to sleep with a girl in his arms who undersood him completely at this very moment. Dick Casablancas, what a marshmallow.