Title: Under My Skin

Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars, Ryan Hansen (but if I did, I would just want to hear him talk all the time.) or any other character. I do not own Under My Skin, Dallas Green, or Matthew Good. If I did, I would be much richer, and not have to suffer through Philosophy and Human Nature!!!!

Summary: A Macaddick story.

AN: So if you haven't noticed, my thing is to name a chapter after a song on my play list, so I am continuing with that tradition here. If you are curious about the song or where I got it from, I will post the song and artist. –also Dick will be incredibly OOC in this. I can't write a dick p.o.v chapter without him sounding completely different. So I am warning you here.

Also… I am not so sure about this chapter. Dick is incredibly hard to write. Because if I want the story to go where I want, I have to take license, and so Dick may not sound like we know and love, and I apologize to those who think that it takes away from the Dickness. But I am trying here. I will update probably tomorrow or Monday, if I have enough reviews to tell me you still like this story. Peace out my peeps. Wow... Sorry I just channeled a little dick there.

Fated

Dick Casablanca's was called a cocky bastard most of the time. He oozed wealth and privilege, and still his life was shitty. He was a walking public service announcement meant to warn people about what happens when you have too much excess and wealth, and no heart. He didn't think his parents possessed any feeling, any emotions, and for a while, felt that maybe it was his curse.

Dick wasn't stupid, he just chose to see beyond the rules, and say and do what he felt like. That's what his parents had taught him to do. If you have money and connections, than the little people didn't matter. Dick knew that Logan worried that he carried a curse as well. Curse to hurt and to be abusive. After all, the previous Echolls men displayed violence in spades.

So when he had gone to Parkers room and saw the only person who could claim that any Casablanca's man had a heart, he wanted to make sure she doubted that. She had spent some moments with his baby brother, and he was jealous and angry at her for having that. How dare she think that she has any claim to Beaver?

But the minute he left the dorm, something in him felt dead. He knew it wasn't a heart, because he didn't have one. But the look in her eyes, that were normally sparkling (He noticed, Dick would have to be dead not to notice that kind of sparkle) were dull and full of pain. The kind of pain he was dealing with every day. He had tried to drink away the guilt, but all he got was a more concentrated level the minute he woke up and then a killer hang over. He tried to act like his self, vapid and selfish, but he just wasn't that person anymore, and finally the nightmares came.

When he was a kid, Beaver used to have horrific nightmares of people coming after him, grabbing at him and now after the fact, he understood why. Somehow Beaver's nightmares were transferred to him and he withstood them night after night until Logan and Veronica figured out why he would stay up, with a 24 of beer at his feet and his eyes wide, watching the shopping channel.

Dick had gone inside himself, and burrowed so deep, that it took something really drastic to make him appear again. When he opened that door, and there stood the one thing that he couldn't blame on his brother, appear so sweet and scared, that it shocked him to life again. Even when he said horrible things to her, she still said something so nice and sweet, that it took him a whole night, just to process that she had been there.

Mac began to become his focus. When things were bad at that moment, the hundred of looks of shock and disgust that people gave him daily was starting to get to him, her words would whisper in his ear. Mac gave him back something much better than any credit card could. Hope.

It was cheesy and full of false promises, but he held onto that. And then he saw nothing of her for days upon days. Veronica had mentioned something to Logan, when they thought he was asleep or to into his game to care, but it began to bother him. 'I don't understand it; Mac had just disappeared before my eyes. She avoids me, and I don't know what I did?' Veronica had said to Logan, and then Logan had tried all evening to make his girlfriend feel better.

So dick had made the decision to go to that door again. (Something he certainly wasn't looking forward to) and knocked. When she answered the door he just barged in and was determined to do what a normal, good person would do, instead of the degenerate Casablanca's.

He knew that his presence shocked her, and he hoped that by him doing this, it was like what she did for him earlier. The whole time that he was near her, all he wanted to do was kiss her. It was crazy, he didn't like chicks like her. She was weird and dark and full of things he didn't quite understood. He didn't like being around smart girls, he already felt stupid all the time, that he didn't need to be reminded of it by some chick.

So instead he chose to just say the words he had been planning to say to her for days and not knowing how he could ever say it to her. She was different, he wanted to be different. So instead he left her room and berated himself for the thought that she would want anything to do with him, especially because of what had happened in the last year.

He left after telling her one thing that he just couldn't help but say. That even though she was pretty much the opposite of any girl he has ever dated, he still found her hot.

When she came into the room two weeks later, Dick was pretty much shocked beyond words. She just sat down and they played Halo silently. Of course she kicked his ass, Logan had mentioned some time during their marathon of videogames, that Mac could beat anyone at games, didn't matter the circumstances. Of course this intrigued Dick. He was a simple creature, and if a chick could beat him at his favorite game, there was nothing hotter.

As seeing this first hand, Dick began to notice things that he hadn't let himself think of before. She smelt good. Not the over powering smell that most girls preferred. It was simple and it drove him crazy. She chuckled when a move was especially brutal towards his character and he had to grin at her.

He had no idea why she was over and he didn't care. Logan had disappeared and he figured he had to thank Ronnie for that later. He didn't know why all of a sudden Ronnie was being nice to him, and he didn't want to think it was because of pity. He hadn't been very nice to her, and it was another thing that made him feel guilty.

Finally after beating him too many times to count, she had finally told him why she had come over. She had wanted to thank him. It seemed there was a pattern. One would come, say something life altering and leave the other confused, and now he wasn't even surprised.

She was about to leave without letting him say, do what he needed to do. As he touched her arm, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Instead he watched her look calm but unsure. He had seen her almost scream when Waldo or Wallace or whatever the hell his name had simply put a hand on her shoulder. He wanted to know why this was ok, when obviously he should be getting the panicked expression, not the slightly uncomfortable one that she was giving him. She was draped against him and he had to smile down at her. He felt very much like Fabio on the books that a couple of the maids had been reading as he grew up.

Mac licked her lips, and that was his cue. He leaned down and kissed her and it wasn't the weak ass kiss he was expecting. She bolted after the kiss and all he could think of for days was that kiss.

Finally he gave up after her blatant avoidance. He started dating some girl that Harry, one of his frat buddies had known. Sarah was the type of girl he dated in high school. Blonde, rich and stupid. Sarah thought that Conan O'Brien was the most hilarious man on earth, and would quote him any groupie would.

That was until he saw her cross the street while he was in his new car. (A little present to himself for going to most of his classes, a miracle in it's self) and she looked so sad and she was with Veronica, and there was no sparkle.

He knew that Veronica had broken up with Logan after he had snapped at her one too many times. Really Ronnie was just not patient enough, and he intended on fixing things for his room mate. Logan had sat on the couch drinking like he had done before his Mac intervention. It was Christmas before he knew it and his relationship with Sarah pretty much fizzled out before it had begun. His love of blondes seemed to disappear and he longed for a little green or red underneath brown.

So he finally made it to her house and after seeing her and spending the whole day, he finally understood why he had been thinking about her all the time. He wasn't into Mac because of their mutual connection through his brother, or her best friend was his best friend girlfriend, it was because Mac scared the shit out of him.

She was smart and quick and wasn't about to back down from something she cared about, and she knew what she wanted. She was afraid of him at times, he got that, and she was wary of physical contact, but he could understand that. He had heard rare rumblings from a drunk Logan about what had happened on the roof and what had happened especially to her, and it made him sick, perhaps sicker at times than the other atrocities that his brother was responsible for.

After he had the kiss of the century (even if that sounded a little bit fruity) and drove off, Mac was permanently branded into his brain. He began to remember stupid inane things that drove him wild. He loved that she seemed self conscious but brazen at the same time. As she realized that her shirt was see through she had quirked an eyebrow and asked if he liked what he saw. Of course he was trying to be a gentleman (something new he was trying) he couldn't help but agree.

And now it was only 12 hours since he dropped her off and there he stood with flower in hand hoping to see her again. Logan had tried to pester him about what had happened. Why his ex girlfriend had called him pestering him with questions to something he had no idea was happening.

But Dick had stayed tight lipped for the first time in his life. Instead he stood before the door and when he rang it, and it was opened by his lady love, he had to remember that he had to act cool. 'Hey Dick.' She said and smiled and opened her door wider.

The house was still decked out in decoration and Dick could tell that Mac tried to ignore that. She had told him that she had absolutely nothing in common with her family. She pulls him towards her room and she smiles awkwardly at Dick being in her room. No boy had been in there, and this was a first for her.

Dick had to chuckle at how jam packed it was with culture. Something he normally chose to ignore. There was no room on the walls to have anymore prints or posters of famous artwork. The shelves were jam packed with books and CDs and computer paraphernalia littered the room, and he felt at home.

He sat on the bed and quirked a brow at her. 'Dude, this is totally perfect!' Dick says and when Mac looks panicked he decides to let her in on what he was thinking. 'For sleep, what did you think I meant?' He said and Mac tried not to look so relieved.

'I'm sorry Dick for being so jumpy.' Mac said and she sat down on the bed with him. There hands so close and Mac could picture them walking hand in hand, but then again, she pictured her and Cassidy being happy together, and look where that went.

'I get it, you don't need to explain. I'm not rushing or anything.' He says and when he looks at her, he realizes just how hard it is to be not rushing towards anything. After all, she was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him.

'Mac?' Dick says instead. She looks at him and he is mesmerized at her dimples. Wondering if anyone else thought long and hard about her dimples. Instead he tried to focus. 'Do you think you could call me Richard?' He said hopefully.

Mac smiles brightly and chuckles. 'Of course, I kinda like it more. Dick Casablanca's is so last week.' She says and he chuckles. She says his name out at first to try it. 'I like it. Richard…you can call me Cindy?' She says finally and Dick smiles brightly at her.

'Richard and Cindy are going to kick the asses of any other famous celebrity couple. Watch out Brangelina!.' Dick says, and leans down and kisses her.

Dick may be a cocky bastard, but he was also well aware that at this particular moment, he was a damned lucky cocky bastard.

TBC