A/N: For the six people who reviewed and wanted this, here is Part 2 aka the morning after. Please be aware I am usually a LoVe shipper so this is totally new to me - hope I did the WeeVer justice ;-)

(For disclaimer, etc. - see chapter 1)

Part 2

Veronica woke to the familiar over-bright sun shining in her eyes and the unfamiliar feeling of a hangover. She didn't drink much, not as a rule, not anymore. There had been a few times back when she and Lilly and Logan and Duncan had hung out together but she liked to think she was older and wiser now, a little too aware of the world and too sensible to be going out getting hammered for the hell of it. Clearly her good sense had failed her last night, Veronica realised, as she put a hand to her head and realised something was odd. Not only was this not her bed, of that she was pretty certain since it neither felt nor smelt how she remembered, she was also still fully clothed. That the little blonde took as a good sign. Naked in a strange bed would've been a much worse discovery.

Attempting to force her eyes open, Veronica struggled with even that simple movement, a large part of her just wanting to turn over, go back to sleep, and deal with this later. Unfortunately, her curiosity wouldn't let her be, she had to figure out what had happened here, how she'd ended up in this bed, whomever it belonged to...

The scent on the pillow was familiar, a cologne or something that she knew well, but her foggy mind struggled to think for a long moment. Her eyes shot open too fast when she recalled where she knew the scent from, why this place wasn't wholly unfamiliar to her.

"Oh God" she muttered as she attempted to untangle the bedclothes from her limbs and swung her legs out of the bed.

The room spun a little as she pulled herself to her feet, wishing she had some co-ordination but finding little existed. Stumbling a little as she headed out the bedroom door, hand still at her head as she tried to come to terms with the constant thump that seemed reluctant to leave her, Veronica at least found a smile as her eyes landed on Weevil, asleep on the couch. He'd obviously given up his bed for her, he'd taken care of her in her hour of need. For all the tough guy persona and the bad things he may have done, underneath it all Eli Navarro had a good heart and she loved him for it.

It was only then that something struck Veronica, a much bigger alarm sounded in her head than any clock could make and her eyes went beyond wide at the memory that hit her. She'd told him, practically anyway. She'd stood there, in that very room, clinging to him, making him dance with her, and then... Oh yeah, he'd kissed her. Kissed her till her knees buckled and she forgot what month of the year it was, nevermind what the day of the week! Oh, but the guy could kiss, as Veronica had always suspected he would be able to, but of course had never experienced until last night. Her fingers went to her lips as she recalled the moment, leaving nothing against the wall to keep her balance. Unfortunately, this Veronica did not notice til it was too late, til she'd tried to take a step forward and went sprawling... landing right on top of Weevil and waking him with a start.

"What the...?!" he began as he woke too fast, opening his eyes and making a grab at whatever had struck him.

His sleep-fogged mind was beyond confused as he looked up into the eyes of the very girl he'd been dreaming about, wondering for a moment if the whole scene had been in his head at all. Reality hit him right between the eyes in a second as he recalled that such a thing as he was dreaming would never happened between himself and Veronica Mars, not since she was sober now anyway.

"Hi" she said with an odd smile on her lips that wasn't quite comfortable.

"Good morning" he smirked slightly at how awkward she seemed to be about finding herself suddenly on top of him, despite the way she practically threw herself at him last night, "Er, you always thank people who let you stay over like this?" he checked, hoping she'd take his joke as it was meant.

"I tripped and... yeah, moving now" she said awkwardly, taking control of her own body long enough to get to her feet, and brace her back against the opposite wall, "Vodka shots, never again" she said firmy, gesturing with one hand and keeping the other firmly on the nearest piece of furniture for fear of falling again.

"Yeah, might be for the best" Weevil agreed as he swung his legs down off the couch and sat straight, trying to stretch out all the muscles that had cramped in the night.

His knee was killing him, but hey, for Veronica, he could deal, even if she'd never know exactly what he suffered for her, or why for that matter. For her part, the little blonde was trying to unscramble the meaning behind the words Weevil had just said. He seemed to agree that her getting drunk was a bad plan and that concerned her. Clearly her coming onto him was not what he wanted, and yet he had most definitely been the one to kiss her. Whether or not he regretted that move now, she could not be sure, though on a normal day she could spot a liar at fifty paces. It seemed that today, much in the same way as last night, was in no way normal. Things were always going to be different between her and Weevil now because, as much as a part of her wished they didn't, they both knew exactly what they had said and done last night.

"You sleep okay?" he asked her, not knowing where else to start, or what else to say.

The taste of her lips and the feel of her body against his own were burned into his memory and onto his skin, going deeper than any ink he'd had applied. He doubted she recalled anything that had happened since the bar, and yet there was this look on her face that made him wonder.

"I slept" she nodded once, staring at him in the oddest way still, "but I... I guess I was a little surprised to be alone" she said boldly, pushing her hair back out of her face as Weevil stared over at her.

"Hey, what d'you take me for, V?" he snapped, a little angry at the implication he would take advantage of her, or any woman for that mater, whilst they were in such a state as she had been last night.

"No, Eli, I didn't mean..." she shook her head, immediately regretting the action as he practically knocked herself over with the force.

Weevil was up in a second to steady her and leading her to the safety of the couch where they both sat down together, his hand lingering on her arm a little too long.

This was awkward, to say the least, which is usually how things were when friends hit uncharatered territory such as this. They knew each other so well, did each other favours, flirted back and forth when the mood took them, but nothing had ever happened, and nobody had ever really suggested it could or should, at least not until last night when she'd stood there in his arms practically begging him to take her. Whether she recalled that now, Weevil couldn't be sure, and was almost afraid to ask... almost.

"So, er, what d'you remember?" he asked, looking at the carpet between his feet as he said it, "After the vodka shots and all, you remember me bringing you here?"

"Yes" Veronica answered immediately, not looking at him either but picking her own spot on the floor to focus on, "I remember everything I said, everything I did..." she said softly, "Everything you didn't do" she smiled a little, hoping she had control over how embarrassed she was as she glanced sideways at him.

"Yeah, well" was the only answer he gave her, as he looked back at her.

Even in this state, hung over and mussed up, she was cute and sexy as hell to him, and all at the same time. How he'd kept his resolve last night, Weevil had no idea. Keeping her at arms length when she seemed to want him so bad was perhaps the hardest thing he ever had to do, second only to sitting here now, wondering how this conversation would end. Weevil didn't admit to fear, even when he felt it, but it existed within him now. He was scared to death that everything between them was about to get wrecked, the friendship he'd managed to hold onto so long. He had no idea that she had the complete opposite of walking out on him in mind, perhaps if he'd known he wouldn't have got up so fast and moved to walk away before she got the chance to say anything.

"Eli" his name sounded different from her lips, her fingers curling around his own as she reached for him, "Please, I have to ask you something" she told his back, until he finally turned some and looked down at her, all innocent and sweet as she appeared now, perched on the edge of his couch.

"You ask, I'll answer" he assured her, guaranteed to tell her the honest truth if she asked for it - he made no such promise to anyone else.

Veronica had the words in her head and the emotion inside that longed for her to speak, and yet it was a full minute before she found her voice. It wasn't that her head was fogged or her throat was dry from the effects of too much alcohol, it was only that she was afraid, a feeling that Miss Mars was not altogether familiar with. She had grown up fighting crime and seeing awful things happen to her friends and family. She knew fear but she faced it head on, without a care, and yet here in this moment, something hung in the blanace that she had seen broken too many times before and feared damaging again - her heart.

"Last night, what I said..." she began shakily, "If I hadn't been drunk, and you were sure I meant it, would you have...?" it was as far as she got with the sentence, mostly because she didn't know how to say the rest of it, and besides which she was sure by now he had to understand what she meant, being a man of the world and all.

Weevil did know what she meant, and honestly he was feeling even less verbal than she was. Words were not a strong point for the guy who led a biker gang until recently, and had seen the inside of a cell more times than he cared to count. He was a man of action as a general rule, so why change the habit of a lifetime, he thought to himself as he pulled Veronica up from the couch in one swift moment and pressed his lips to hers, telling her in one deep and passionate kiss how he really felt about her. Consequences be damned, he couldn't go on like this anymore, not after what had happened last night, what could've happened. She had to know how he felt and it had to be now, even if he was shot down in flames the very next moment.

If Veronica's head hadn't been spinning before, it certainly was now, and yet it was in the best way as all the oxygen left her body and she felt nothing but Weevil's lips on hers, his arms holding her body tight against his own, as she relived the moment they had shared last night in glorious Technicolor. Just when she was sure she was going to pass out in a mist of pure heaven, Veronica found herself breathing again, but as unsteady as ever as she leaned against the man that held her still.

"That answer your question?" Weevil asked her then as she opened her eyes and stared up at him.

Oh yeah, that answered a whole lot of questions for Veronica, and the look on her face told him so too. It was clear to the both of them as they stared at each other that they both felt a lot of questions had been answered in that moment, and in a few others over the past twenty-four hours.

There was a reason why they were always there for each other, why they never totally gave up on each other, and why he was the one she'd called last night when she needed a shoulder. It wasn't about sympathy or banding together as outsiders against the world, though maybe it had started around about there once. No, this was the real thing, real friendship, real bond, real love.

"Hmm" Veronica smirked then, feeling brave and bold as ever in the arms of the man she was certain now was the one she belonged with, despite what the rest of the world was bound to say, "I don't know if you really made your point, Mr Navarro" she told him, trying to act innocent but he knew her way better than that, "You wanna try again?"

"Anyone ever tell you that you're a very bad girl, Veronica Mars?" he smirked back at her, knowing by now just exactly what game she was playing and loving it in spite of himself, that much was obvious, as he gave her no time to answer and kissed her again, deeply and definitely.

There were a lot of things in Weevil's life he'd like to change, but meeting Veronica Mars would never be one of his regrets, and agreeing to be her drinking buddy last night was perhaps the best decision he ever made.

- The End -