Note: This story takes place post –movie, sort of book compliant. This is my first time writing fan-fiction (or fiction for that matter) and I'm not 100% up on VM canon, so please be kind, but don't hesitate to correct any continuity problems you find. This is just a bit of smutty fluff – I've been thinking of writing a romance novel and have been inspired by the great characters RT created and what I feel like is the untold story of Mac and Dick.
Mac grabbed the last box from her soon-to-be former apartment's kitchen counter, took one last look around her small, but sunny San Diego apartment , kicked the door closed behind her and headed for her car, loaded up with the last few boxes of her stuff that she had kept off the moving truck. What she hadn't given away or sold, was headed to her parents' garage. She had kept a few boxes of clothes to get her through her homelessness and apartment search, but the majority of her car was filled with her computers and the other hardware she needed for her job.
"My job", she almost laughed the words out loud, as she slid into her car, wondering again if she was crazy or suffering from some short term disease of the brain. She had given noticed at Kane Software two weeks ago, giving up her great salary, but hoping maybe to get a piece of her soul back in the process.
As she negotiated her way onto the highway, taking the familiar route back to Neptune, her mind started wandering back to the events of the last few months, starting with Logan's arrest, Veronica's return to Neptune, the reunion, and her decision to quit and work with V at Mars investigations. Was she doing the right thing? Or was this just the way she was avoiding real life, sinking back into old drama to avoid working on the lack of drama in her own life?
Working in tech was her passion, but the people she met in the field tended to be anti-social work-aholics. She had built a little bit of a life for herself, made a few new friends, had taken up running and yoga, but she couldn't help feeling like something was missing.
Of course, that something could have been a love-life. She wasn't exactly lonely, but beyond a few relationships that lasted a few months at most, she hadn't met anyone she was crazy about. Being a career-minded computer genius was, to say the least, sort of a major hurdle for a lot of men she met since college, and her crazy hours didn't exactly help. Her last boyfriend complained that she was married to her work, and when she looked at his pasty programmer's complexion (which she managed to avoid due to her running), thinning hair, and constant need for validation, she thought that married to her job was better than being married to this guy.
Maybe this job with V wasn't the answer to what she was looking for, but after helping Veronica with Logan's case, seeing her old friends at the reunion, seeing her parents… she couldn't get excited about returning to work at Kane, even with its fabulous salary. She might go bankrupt working with Veronica, but she knew she couldn't keep doing what she was doing. She'd end up that weird cat lady, or like Sandra Bullock in that movie where she wouldn't leave the house and ordered pizza online. Time to take a break, re-assess, and definitely avoid any pet shelters giving away kittens. She knew it was probably a temporary thing, a little ¼ life crisis spurred on by the reunion, but she just couldn't go back to the status quo.
Away from the traffic of the city now, she pressed her foot to the accelerator and flew home.