Disclaimer: Alrighty, you guys all should know by now that I don't own Veronica Mars, if I did do you think Lamb would be dead?!
I know, I know, you probably all hate me now! I'm so sorry it's been an age since my last update! But you know when you start watching other shows you just have to write about them? I've recently got hooked on Gossip Girl (I know, strange) and Skins (hilarious show, highly recommend it to anyone who likes random TV shows), so I've been writing for that. And working, looking after family members with Bronchitis and studying for exams (S). There's my excuse, but I'm still sorry. Enjoy…
Neither were quite sure when or how it happened, but at some stage during the car ride home Veronica fell asleep. Lamb only noticed when he pulled into her apartment complex and she made no noise. Slightly amused by the notion that Veronica Mars was asleep in his car, Lamb contemplated what to do.
He couldn't believe that he was doing this; if she woke up he'd possibly be castrated but the idea of her waking up not knowing how she got back to her house, was just too darn funny to ignore so he gently carried her into her apartment. Keith didn't know that he'd kept the key to their old place, and for whatever reason Keith had made the locks the same in the new place, maybe in case Lianne ever decided to return, maybe just for sentimental value, but Lamb was glad as he slipped the key into the lock and quietly opened the door. Risking walking into her room, Lamb laid Veronica onto her waterbed. The desk was cluttered with what appeared to be case files, and the board above was covered in photos obviously from cases she'd worked. The photo of Lily was still besides her bed, but now it was pushed further back, with more recent photos in front – photo's of Wallace and Mac and even Eli 'Weevil' Navarro.
Yes, he was nosy. Hey, it was his job! That's how he justified looking through all Veronica's files. The photographs were amazing, worth paying good money for, offcourse maybe a subject other than cheating spouses would be nice, but the quality of each image was incredible. Not that he'd ever admit that, to anyone. Veronica began to move around in her sleep, muttering incomprehensible words, and Lamb watched as her face contorted in pain and a tear rolled down her pale skin. She began struggling against her covers and thrashing around on the bed. Don Lamb may well be an asshole, but he did have a bit of compassion and he knelt beside Veronica's bed and stroked her cheek; trying to ignore the smoothness beneath his finger. She screamed the name Beaver as she woke. Lamb was still beside the bed and quickly removed his hand when she opened her eyes. "You dream about Cassidy Casablancas?" He couldn't keep the smirk out of his voice and Veronica visibly tensed. She had no reply for that so decided maybe it was time he learnt the truth, maybe he would feel guilty, big maybe, but still.
"It wasn't a dream, so much as a nightmare. About how he raped me, blew up a busload of my friends, blew up a plane that my Dad was supposed to be on, stole my best-friends everything, shot at Logan, tried to push me off a roof and then instead jumped. So, not so much of a dream. More nightmarish memories." Veronica's statement hit home, and Lamb immediately felt ill, Beaver had been responsible for all that. So if he'd believed Veronica all those years ago, he may have saved the lives of many innocents. Shit. Veronica could see the pain and regret in Lambs eyes and offered him the only comfort she was ready to give. "I don't blame you, Lamb. Everyone makes mistakes. Lord knows, I have."
"What was your mistake?" Looking him in the eye, Veronica felt the need for a truth to hurt him more – level the playing field a bit.
"I trusted you."
Once again, I'm so sorry about the waits betweens updates. Next chapter will hopefully be longer. Thanks to anyone still reading! P.S. Reviews are great…
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