How Did the Guilt Begin, You Ask? Well

by becoolsodapop73

AU This is he prequel to my other story, "The Guilt is Necessary". It starts the morning after the rape, when Dick finds her in the bedroom. It also deals with the events referred to in the Guilt is Necessary: Discovering the rapist, Aaron Echolls' arrest, Dick and Veronica friendship, and Cassidy swan diving off the roof of the Neptune Grande. BTW I am also looking for a Beta.

3. Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars

A/N- If you didn't know this already, in my AU Dick has found Veronica after her rape, and Lamb is nice!

Chapter 3-

Veronica's POV-

I honestly do not know how long we were standing there. Dick's face was an unreadable blank mask, except for brief, continual flickers of disgust, disbelief, pity and guilt in his blue eyes. After about ten minutes of silence, he opened his arms wide, and, without thinking, I ran straight into them and started to cry.

They were tears of anguish for what had been taken from me, tears of pain, tears of hurt, but also tears of gratefulness for the comfort he was offering me when he did not know the circumstances of what had happened, although to be honest, neither did I.

Dick's POV-

I don't know what compelled me to do it; I couldn't bear to see someone who I had admired for years (even when I supposedly 'hated' her) for her courage, determination and perseverance, looking so helpless, so broken.

So I opened my arms to her, hoping she would accept my offer of comfort, but I found myself also hoping she wouldn't, as it would probably make this situation so much more complicated.

When I felt her wet face on my chest all my doubts left me, I was going to find out who had made Veronica Mars cry, and they were going to pay. No one had managed to make Veronica cry since the weeks surrounding Lily's murder, and whoever had managed it now, was a dead man.

Veronica's POV-

"Veronica?" my name was whispered softly and comfortingly into my ear.

"Yes?" I snuffled the reply.

"If you don't want to go to the Sheriff's Office yourself I'll come with you?"

He said it uncertainly, like he was asking for my permission, not my opinion.

"You don't have to, I can go by myself, I'm pretty used to it, just go to Logan's or something…" I trailed off trying to block the tears threatening to spill down my face.

"Hey, hey" he pulled back, put his hands on my shoulders and knelt down to face me, "I know you think that everybody hates you, it's not true though-"

I scoffed and looked down at my bare feet,

"It's NOT!" he said it so assertively I almost believed him,

"Logan was upset, he was grieving the death of his first love and he wanted someone to blame it on so he wouldn't have to blame it on himself- I may act dumb, but I'm not, I know Logan, he's my best friend!"

"Dick…" I whispered, interrupting his tirade,

"…What?"

"I would like it if you came with me…"

"Really?"

"Yeah…"