Amanda (isis2015) wrote,

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Drabble: Clarity (Veronica, Wallace)

Title: Clarity
Rating: PG
Summary: It was official. Wallace was the first man, ever, to hide from a woman in the bathroom.
Disclaimer: If I don’t own Lost, it goes without saying that I don’t own Veronica Mars.
Author's Note: For hkath, who gave me: Veronica and Wallace, glasses. I tried my best to keep this in character, but this is my first time writing Veronica Mars, so…I just hope you like it.

“They look stupid.”

“Come on. They can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, yeah they can. You’re gonna laugh.”

“Oh, will you quit being such a baby? I'm not going to laugh at you.” I pause to consider that, and amend it to, “Unless they make you look like you're cruising the retirement home. Then all bets are off.”

The door remained closed. It was official. Wallace was the first man, ever, to hide from a woman in the bathroom.

“Very funny,” he replied. I roll my eyes at the wood of my bathroom door.

“I thought so,” I said. “Now will you just come out already.”

There’s a sigh and the door was opening. They really aren’t that bad at all. Stylish. Probably expensive. I open my mouth to tell him so, but déjà vu overwhelmed me pretty quickly and I suddenly felt like I’ve seen those glasses somewhere before. The curiosity made me tilt my head to the side, examine them closer, and Wallace looked back, more than a little apprehensive about what was going on inside my head.

He knew me too well.

“That must make you Veronica Mars.”

“It does.”

“So, lookin’ forward to getting out of here?”

“I guess. I don’t know. High school was a blast, right?”

“Oh. You’re one of those.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothin’. Have a good life. I’m sure you will.”

“V? Yo, calling Veronica Mars, back to earth.” I blinked and suddenly there was a blurry hand in front of my face, waving back and forth. I focus and blink a few more times. Wallace was obviously concerned, and I smile.

“Where were you?” he asked.

“Have I ever told you how lucky I am that you're in my life?” I replied. Non-sequitur, yes, but, suddenly, a necessary one. He screwed up his face, confused.

He nodded after a new moments and ducked his head, smiling. “If there's anyone in the world that it's worth being tied naked to a flagpole for, it's you, V,” he says.
Tags: fic, veronica mars, veronica mars fic: veronica, veronica mars fic: wallace

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