Title: What About Her?

Author: Lorelai Love Spencer-Meraz

Beta: Katinar

Setting: Neptune High School Years, The Pilot Episode

Collection: The Sun and Moon WeeVer Chronicles

Notes: I have decided that these stories won't be posted separately; instead, every chapter will be a new story in The Sun and Moon Weever Chronicles. Please note – a lot of these stories will be independent of each other and unconnected to episodes in the show, but some, like this one, will focus on what we didn't see. Hopefully, you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

Also, if you could please review, that would be greatly appreciated – not only does it make me feel awesome, but it gives me great feedback and inspiration. If you'd like me to write something in particular, please let me know and I'll see what I can craft!

Fury.

Long after he'd left the beach, separated from his boys with the guarantee that they'd meet up later that night, Eli Navarro still felt fury coursing through his veins, unbridled and ready to explode. Every breath, every movement was on autopilot; if he stopped to think for one second, anything and everything in his vicinity was liable to be damaged. Eventually, every twist and turn in Neptune blended together into a giant, unrecognizable blur. The people and places became plain blobs of color and the sounds of the town (and his bike) turned to white noise that he drowned out with the steady buzz of his own rage pulsing in him.

Somehow, Felix Toombs managed to break through the white noise as he drove alongside Eli, having found him at long last. "Hey, yo, Weevil! You ok?"

Was he okay? He should be; after all, Loreta and Cancun were off the hook (and they were going to celebrate that again tonight at Ortega's), he'd stuck it to an '09er and he got to beat some snot out of the head bastard, Logan Echolls. All should be right with the world – why, then, was his blood still boiling?

"I'm fine," he said shortly.

Felix raised an eyebrow at him; all these years of being Eli's best friend had taught him one thing: If Eli Navarro said he was fine, he sure as hell wasn't. "Yo," he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. "Almost everybody's over at Ortega's house – you heading over?"

"I'll be there soon; go ahead and start."

Felix didn't need to be told twice. He gave a nod of his but before he could speed off, he paused.

"Weevil…what about Blondie?"

For a moment the question didn't register, but when it did, Eli was once again lost in thought. Should he call off the watch dogs that he still had tailing her?

All at once, the fury came back. When he and his boys had thundered up on Echolls, he'd convinced himself that it blazed because he couldn't stand that motherfucker and his arrogance, that it was the vandalism that bothered him.

But now, as cars whizzed past him and Felix and the scene replayed in his head, he could not ignore that his heart was in his throat and there was a cold knot in his stomach, a knot that grew even tighter as he thought about that rat-bastard Echolls and his group of cronies with their fucking crowbar.

He couldn't forget the worry that enveloped him, couldn't forget praying to La Virgen that Echolls would not be stupid enough to try hitting Veronica, with the crowbar or his fists. And he certainly couldn't ignore the fear of Echolls coming back and exacting revenge on her for his interference. At the time, the punches he gave Echolls felt sweet, welcome relief for his anxiety. Now, they increased it twofold, and that pissed him off more than anything.

Why though? he thought. Why did he care? The job was done – Mars had done her part of the bargain and he had done his and then some; they were free and clear, done with each other. She's not Lilly. She's not mine. She can handle herself.

With a note of finality, he simply said, "What about her?"