Veronica Mars is a marshmallow (ronmars) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-08-02 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, clara oswald, veronica mars |
Who: Clara and Veronica
What: Teaming up to catch a stalker
When: Tonight!
Where: Random bar
Warnings: Language, violence
Status: Log | Complete
This case was taking up more time than Veronica had intended. A simple stalker should be easy to catch, but this guy was clever. He had slipped through her surveillance more times than Veronica’s pride would allow her to admit. But now she had a plan. A plan that involved a consultant who Veronica was pretty sure could handle herself, plus she would be close by with her handy-dandy taser. But still, anytime she involved anyone else Veronica couldn’t help but be concerned, especially since she was basically using Clara as bait since the brunette looked similar to Veronica’s client.
They were currently at a bar her client frequented, separated of course. Veronica was in a corner booth, eyes glued to Clara at the bar, waiting for the stalker to approach.
There were some parts of her life that her dad really didn’t need to know about. Such as some of the risks Clara would take when working or consulting on a case. While she was pretty sure he knew that she couldn’t actually die, it was one of those things neither actually spoke about. So letting herself be used as bait for a stalker? Yeah. Definitely didn’t need her dad knowing about that. It would only end badly.
So here she was, waiting in a bar dressed as the young woman being stalked, with a drink that was a favorite of the poor young woman. Good thing she could keep drinking them and not feel any effect, so while she might act as though she were getting drunk so lure the man in, it wouldn’t actually impair her.
Clara was just starting a new drink when she noticed the door to the bar open and the stalker walk in. She was angled just so that any differences between her and the young woman she was impersonating wouldn’t be noticeable.
Veronica’s phone vibrated with a picture message from Logan of their son. Of course Veronica had to glance and it. Of course in the moment she did the stalker approached. By the time she glanced back up he had already taken the stool next to Clara. And yet he didn’t say anything. He just sat next to her, staring. That was until he caught a glimpse of her face. Veronica saw the change in his demeanor. First the frown on his face then the rage in his eyes. Veronica’s hand immediately shot into her bag reaching for her taser. It wasn’t needed yet but it was best to be prepared.
Clara was aware of the stalker’s presence though she didn’t turn her attention to the man. After all, the point wasn’t for her to engage the man, they were just laying a trap. Or that was the initial plan but how many times did plans go wrong?
“Who are you?”
The growled question did catch Clara’s attention and she looked to the side quirking a brow.
“I’m sorry?”
“You bitch, I know you’re fucking with me, where is she?!”
“I don’t fo--”
And apparently he didn’t care and suddenly she found herself stabbed and knocked to the ground, head hitting the bar and briefly knocking her out and appearing as though she were dead as she wasn’t thinking about the appearance of breathing.
Everything happened so quickly. Veronica sprang to her feet the second Clara hit the ground, which of course was too late but her eyes weren’t on Clara at the moment. She was completely focussed on the asshole that had just stabbed her. Taser in hand she shocked him yelling for someone to call 911 in the process.
With him taken care of for the moment her attention went back to Clara. “Shit!” She cried kneeling down next to her colleague who didn’t seem to be breathing. Her hands went over the stab wound to try and stop the bleeding.
The joys of technically being dead. Blinking awake, Clara sat up and winced. Just because she couldn’t die didn’t change the fact that getting stabbed hurt.
“I liked this dress, too…”
And it now had a rip in it from where she’d been stabbed. Only then did she put together what had happened and reached behind her head which also was sore.
“Please tell me we got him?” Smooth, Clara, smooth.
What the fuck just happened? Clara seemed… fine, when just seconds ago she wasn’t even breathing. She was about to confirm that yes, they had gotten him when she saw him moving out of the corner of her eye. In a flash Veronica’s hand was back on her taser shocking him again. That should hold him until the cops came at least.
“We got him,” she confirmed as he went down again. “But I’m not worried about that right now. We need to get you to a hospital.”
Clara would be more than happy to keep the guy down after he stabbed her but it seemed as though Veronica had that covered. Still, she did blink at the comment about how she needed to get to the hospital?
“There’s really no need for that, I’m fine.”
Of course she would say that even as the bartender seemed to be looking at her concerned as were others in the bar. Then again she wasn’t making the connection that she had seemed to ‘stop’ breathing.
“I mean yeah it hurt, but I’m fine.”
“There’s a need,” Veronica replied, a little shocked about how nonchalant Clara was being about the whole thing. “You were stabbed,” and not breathing. “That requires a hospital visit.”
She looked over at the bartender, already hearing the sirens. “Can you handle this? I have to get her to the hospital.” She could understand if she didn’t want to take an ambulance but she was still going to take her.
“And it ruined a perfectly good dress.” Her reaction could feasibly be put off as her being in shock, but Clara was beginning to get an idea on why Veronica was so freaked out. And it wasn’t really something she could explain in a bar full of non-Dreamers.
The bartender nodded. There was going to be a lot of paperwork but this was Orange County.
As for Clara? The wound had already seemed to vanish though the blood was still there so it wasn’t so obvious. But once they were away from people Clara would explain, because sirens meant more people demanding answers and they weren’t people she could answer.
Veronica was smart enough and had lived in Orange County long enough to know something was up. Hence the taking her to the hospital herself instead of making her go in an ambulance.
“I’ll buy you a new dress,” Veronica commented helping Clara up and out of the bar. She shocked the stalker one last time on their way out, just to be safe. And then led Clara over to the car helping her in the passenger seat even though it seemed like she didn’t actually need the help.
Letting out a breath, Clara got into the car and waited until Veronica was in before looking at her.
“There really is no need for a hospital. I’m fine.” Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a tissue and cleaned up the blood, no sign of the stab wound visible anymore. “See?”
Okay so how to explain it? Band-aid approach most likely.
“Dream thing, I can’t actually die.”
There was a time when this information would have made Veronica’s jaw drop. But being around Orange County as long as she had, she was well aware that some people had the power to heal, which is what she was assuming Clara had done.
“That would have been useful information to know before you practically gave me a heart attack.” Veronica Mars, bringing on the sarcasm in a time of crisis, or post crisis now.
“Sorry about that. I kind of forget about it these days.” Because the inability to die was just so common. Then again it was such a part of who she was now that it was normal for her and not really something that came up in conversation until situations like this occurred.
“I’ll buy you a drink to make up for the heart attack?”
“Deal,” Veronica agreed pulling out of the parking lot just before the cops should up. Best Clara didn’t get asked any questions. “Just not this bar.”