Post series, Veronica is in the FBI, Lamb's alive. Transporting our oh so favorite deputy as a witness.
Chapter 4
He wanted to know, as her best friend, as brother from another mother, how much Lamb truly cared for Veronica. Sure he saw Lamb's pained expression when he brought up the rape sophomore year; but he wanted more.
"Look man," Wallace paused has he took a seat on the couch that rested against the wall adjacent to the chair that Lamb was presently occupying. Veronica took a seat to his left, in between the two boys, somewhat fearful of letting the two be so close together. "I can see that V she loves you, but I want to know how much you actually care." Wallace rested his elbows against knees as he leaned forward. Lamb had wanted to tell Veronica this all in private, but it wouldn't hurt if he announced it now.
"Okay, but you both," waving his finger at the two on the couch, "have to let me say this without interruptions. No questions or comments till after I'm done. Deal?"
In unison Veronica and Wallace said "Deal." Veronica was intrigued, was it really that important. Wallace just wanted answers.
"Okay." Lamb took a few breathers before beginning, "I was in a coma for a year and a half. But I remember everything every said to me while I was there." He snuck a peak of Veronica's face as he said this. She sucked in a deep breath, afraid of what was coming next. She didn't think he would ever know what she said in those times in the hospital. "Well I remember Keith coming and talking to me and Sacks, and Veronica. But then there was nobody that I recognized. But occasionally I would hear Veronica's voice, and mine and other people's that were vaguely familiar. When I awoke I asked for you," Lamb stated looking into Veronica's eyes. They held contact for a while, until he broke it off to continue. "They told me you weren't there. When I told them that I heard you, they said that I responded better when I heard you. So the FBI brought in you evidence tapes. The ones from when Duncan left." He chuckled a bit. "They then asked me a lot of questions about my memory. I remembered everything. About the case that they wanted me to testify on, which they hadn't even finished the case at that time. Agent Morrison is my handler. He saw the picture you left and then asked me a lot about you. I think he recognized you and your name. From the tapes, I know he was surprised at the pictures when I told him who were. You, Veronica Mars, are what got me out of that coma. Only you. You made me want to live. And so the Wizard gave me another chance, to be with you." That concluded his speech.
Veronica was shocked to say the least. She knew he cared, but she never dreamed he woke up just for her. She scooted off of the couch, on to her knees to place a kiss on his cheek. She smiled with her lips still on his skin.
"You told me I wasn't allowed to die, Veronica. I didn't." She had visible tears that clouded her vision, but she kissed him anyway, despite Wallace still sitting on the couch no more than three feet away.
Veronica stood up then, dusted herself off and headed for the kitchen. It was silent for a bit, Wallace spoke first. "Okay, I guess I can live with this knowing you actually, really care about my home girl. Just remember," Wallace gestured towards Veronica in the kitchen, "contents are priceless."
Lamb nodded in agreement with a smile on his face, "Yes, yes they are."
Veronica was thinking as she took a sip of her water that she pulled from the fridge, "Wait, when did you meet Morrison? A year and a half ago right?" Lamb nodded. "I joined the FBI a year ago. Do you think he choose me for this assignment to play match maker?" Lamb had thought about it since Veronica entered the plane; he thought so. But he honestly didn't care. He had her now and that's all that mattered.
"Maybe, but I don't care." Lamb stood up, and walked over to her. He placed his hands on her hips and kissed the top of her head.
Wallace looked at them, partially in disgust but he thought it was also kind of sweet. His girl was happy again. Really happy not her fake happy that everyone around town had gotten accustomed to.
"Well I have got to head out, I got plans with Piz. So you two have fun, and I'll talk to you later V."
"Bye Wallace!" Veronica was able to get out before the door closed, and Lamb pressed his lips to hers. It was hard at first but slowly became passionate and a need for more.
They found their way back to her room, with no problems. They quickly slipped out of the unnecessary garments that seemed to restrict them.
Her phone rang, she growled as she rolled over on to her stomach to retrieve her phone. It was her father. She answered it in a low voice, "Hello."
"Hey honey, just reminding you dinner at Veal's at six."
"Yeah, we'll be there," she sighed heavily, she completely forgot about dinner. But now that he mentioned it she was a bit hungry.
"Okay, see you then. Love you honey."
"Love you too," she murmured, as she rolled on to her back again and hung up. She grabbed sleeping Lamb's arm to check his watch. She read 5:30. Lamb turned in his sleep to his side so his right arm wrapped around Veronica's petite waist and pulled her closer. She looked the sleeping Lamb, not wanting to wake him. He was peaceful, and at ease. And in a few short minutes the real world would be dropped on him, and he would remember what they were actually in town for. She kissed his cheek, and gently stroked his arm gently waking him.
"Mmmmmm. Hello, beautiful." Lamb looked down at her. How did I get so lucky to have this back? He wondered.
"We have dinner with the rest of our little gang in less than a half hour." She sighed as she said this. She didn't want to move from this position, this spot, this moment. He rolled back on to his back as she began to get up. He watched quite obviously, as she dressed before he got up and dressed himself. He teased her while she fixed her hair so that it was in a comfortable ponytail, with her bangs left to float in front of her eyes. Lamb came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a kiss on her neck.
"Come on, we're going to be late," he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door. She grabbed her bag but before she could reach for keys that rested in the small pocket of her purse, Lamb grabbed them. He locked the door behind them as he told her, "I'm driving this time."
Of course she fought him for the keys, because she is Veronica Mars, and she does not give in so easily. He would hold them over her head and watch her jump to attempt to grab them. He laughed and that rewarded him with a surprising punch to the gut, which led him to fall forward just enough for her to reach the keys. If he wasn't so quick she would have been able to, but he pulled the keys behind his back while he grabbed one of her hands and wrapped her into him. He held her for a while as they continued to walk to the car.
Neither, Lamb nor Veronica; although trained to notice such things, failed to see the man in the pickup truck across the street sitting there watching them as they climbed into Veronica's Saturn. He had been driving by the sheriff station when he saw HIM exit the Sheriff's car. He decided to wait across the street for him to exit. He would then follow; then he saw HER climb out too. The two people he blamed the most.
