Title: Secrets She'll Keep

Author: Lorelai Love Spencer-Meraz

Beta: Katinar

Setting: Neptune High School Years, Credit Where Credit's Due

Collection: The Sun and Moon WeeVer Chronicles

Notes: As I mentioned last time (and especially now after Netflix has decided to be a grade A hooker), a majority of these fics will be disconnected from the show. Some, however, will be what we didn't see in the show. As always, please R&R - it not only makes me happy, but it wakes up my WeeVer muse. Also, if you have a story that you'd like me to write for you based on this lovely couple, let me know and I'll see what I can whip up!

She'll never admit it.

Veronica Mars will never admit that her persistence in finding out who really committed the credit card fraud had absolutely nothing to with the lack of logic that got Weevil's grandmother arrested. After all, why would she do such a thing and risk the only job that gave her just barely enough to support her grandchildren and great-grandchildren? The answer was clear to Veronica – she wouldn't. Leticia may not have much, but she's got her ethics and her pride, Veronica thought as she pored over her notes and evidence.

She'll never admit that while it wasn't the main reason, Logan's smugness – and rudeness toward her (she had gotten him a beating) - had gotten so much worse after hearing that Weevil, 'that fucking wannabe gangster,' had confessed that she was itching to knock him down several pegs.

If it's even suggested that Veronica couldn't leave well enough alone because she's the friend of the lead PCH-er, she'll roll her eyes, spew out a sarcastic remark, and keep right on walking. In her heart, though, she'll know that she owes him; it took her a while, but when she finally realized that she had a PCH shadow everywhere she went for the first few weeks after the smackdown on the beach – which she also owed him for, although he'd done it of his own free will – she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She'll never let it slip that when she flew past Weevil on the freeway with Duncan at the wheel, her insides lurched as she saw him picking up trash. She won't breathe a word about how bad it hurt when she saw his expression; not only could she see his misery, but she could feel his disgust, calling her a traitor for riding with an '09er, with nothing more than a look. She won't ever say that seeing him there made her see the softer side of him or strengthened her resolve. He doesn't belong here, she'd thought. Not this time.

Why she wanted to smack the hell out of Chardo as she pulled him into her 'office' and why it took all she had to not scream when Leti had initially said that Weevil should stay in juvie instead of letting Chardo confess will remain a mystery to practically everyone as long as she lives.

More importantly, she'll never admit that she felt something when Weevil pulled her into his arms upon his return, something that she'd quickly brush away, convincing herself that it wasn't something at all. She'll never admit that every embrace since then would be compared to that and deemed not as good. That his scent became her favorite in that very moment. That she had to fight a war with herself to not smile at him in the hallways. Nothing's changed, she thought. And yet, nothing was the same.

She'll never admit it. Not even to herself.