Who: Jessica Jones and Veronica Mars What: Drinks and dream discussions When: Recently Where: A bar Rating/Warnings: Pretty low! Language and Jessica accidentally breaks a glass Status: Complete
Things had gone from strange to way beyond that. The other day she’d meant to jump a foot into the air, and had winded up in the clouds, attached to a strange sci-fi aircraft that had been piloted by a big, orange alien. And she’d had a dream about Sterling, which she wished she could forget, even if it did mean that she now was the proud new owner of the leather jacket she now wore.
Which, of course meant that Jessica was in desperate need of alcohol. And while she didn’t want to admit it, a bit of company too. Which was why she had actually reached out to Veronica to go for a couple of drinks. Of course, it wasn’t like she really wanted to talk about her dreams, or the fact that she could now leap buildings in a single bound. Which meant that when Veronica had walked into the bar, Jessica, already three drinks deep, and greeted her and then turned back to her glass.
Veronica’s nights out at bars were few and far between these days. That’s what happened when you became a mom she supposed. She could no longer just stop at a bar after a long stakeout. She had responsibilities now. As much as she loved Liam, she did miss her freedom. Which was why she jumped at the chance to meet Jessica for drinks.
Veronica spotted Jessica the moment she walked into the bar, making her way over to her. It didn’t take her long to realize that Jessica had already been here for awhile. At least long enough to have a few drinks. She had a feeling something was on the fellow P.I.’s mind. “What’s up?” Veronica said in greeting as she climbed onto the barstool.
“Me, apparently,” Jessica grumbled. She ran a hand part-way through her hair. “Things have gotten really weird lately.” She stopped herself from saying more. After all, to any normal person, everything that had happened lately would just sound completely insane. “Have you ever had really vivid dreams before?”
Veronica raised a brow at Jessica’s comment. But then she went into asking about dreams and it made a bit more sense. Though she wasn’t entirely sure what that had to do with Jessica being up.
“Oh yeah,” Veronica replied waving the bartender over. She was going to need a drink for this conversation. Veronica ordered herself a whiskey sour before turning her attention back to Jessica. “Like a whole other life type dreams.”
“Yeah, like those,” Jessica said. For a moment, she stayed quiet, still mulling over her most recent dreams. She’d dreamed of Sterling, the same Sterling she’d lived with in New York, and got to relive everything that had happened there. The words caught in her throat. “What do you dream about?” she asked instead.
“Oh you know, just your average high school experience,” Veronica commented as the bartender brought over her drink. She took a sip before continuing. “Best friend was murdered. Cops are incompetent. It’s up to teenage me to solve the case. Bus gets blown up, goes over a cliff, up to me to solve it. You get the idea.” A pause as she took another sip. “Basically I’m a teenage P.I. With much more exciting cases than I get here. Yours?”
“I dreamed I got into a car accident when I was a kid, and my whole family, except for me, were killed.” That wasn’t much different than real life, really. “I think when I was in the hospital, they experimented on me, because when I came out, I had these powers. I was really strong, and could… jump really high.” It wasn’t quite flying. She opened her mouth to talk about Sterling, but right now, she couldn’t. She needed more alcohol before she’d get that open. “But the weird thing is, I think it’s come over? The other day I meant to jump a foot, and I ended up hitching a ride back down on some alien spaceshift.”
No, it didn’t sound any saner when she said it aloud.
Shit,” Veronica muttered with a long gulp of her drink. “What kind of jackass experiments on kids?” That was all kinds of fucked up.
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<b>Who:</b> Jessica Jones and Veronica Mars <b>What:</b> Drinks and dream discussions <b>When:</b> Recently <b>Where:</b> A bar <b>Rating/Warnings:</b> Pretty low! Language and Jessica accidentally breaks a glass <b>Status:</b> Complete
<lj-cut text="You know what helps? Drinks.">
Things had gone from strange to way beyond that. The other day she’d meant to jump a foot into the air, and had winded up in the clouds, attached to a strange sci-fi aircraft that had been piloted by a big, orange alien. And she’d had a dream about Sterling, which she wished she could forget, even if it did mean that she now was the proud new owner of the leather jacket she now wore.
Which, of course meant that Jessica was in desperate need of alcohol. And while she didn’t want to admit it, a bit of company too. Which was why she had actually reached out to Veronica to go for a couple of drinks. Of course, it wasn’t like she really wanted to talk about her dreams, or the fact that she could now leap buildings in a single bound. Which meant that when Veronica had walked into the bar, Jessica, already three drinks deep, and greeted her and then turned back to her glass.
Veronica’s nights out at bars were few and far between these days. That’s what happened when you became a mom she supposed. She could no longer just stop at a bar after a long stakeout. She had responsibilities now. As much as she loved Liam, she did miss her freedom. Which was why she jumped at the chance to meet Jessica for drinks.
Veronica spotted Jessica the moment she walked into the bar, making her way over to her. It didn’t take her long to realize that Jessica had already been here for awhile. At least long enough to have a few drinks. She had a feeling something was on the fellow P.I.’s mind. “What’s up?” Veronica said in greeting as she climbed onto the barstool.
“Me, apparently,” Jessica grumbled. She ran a hand part-way through her hair. “Things have gotten <i>really</i> weird lately.” She stopped herself from saying more. After all, to any normal person, everything that had happened lately would just sound completely insane. “Have you ever had really vivid dreams before?”
Veronica raised a brow at Jessica’s comment. But then she went into asking about dreams and it made a bit more sense. Though she wasn’t entirely sure what that had to do with Jessica being up.
“Oh yeah,” Veronica replied waving the bartender over. She was going to need a drink for this conversation. Veronica ordered herself a whiskey sour before turning her attention back to Jessica. “Like a whole other life type dreams.”
“Yeah, like those,” Jessica said. For a moment, she stayed quiet, still mulling over her most recent dreams. She’d dreamed of Sterling, the same Sterling she’d lived with in New York, and got to relive everything that had happened there. The words caught in her throat. “What do you dream about?” she asked instead.
“Oh you know, just your average high school experience,” Veronica commented as the bartender brought over her drink. She took a sip before continuing. “Best friend was murdered. Cops are incompetent. It’s up to teenage me to solve the case. Bus gets blown up, goes over a cliff, up to me to solve it. You get the idea.” A pause as she took another sip. “Basically I’m a teenage P.I. With much more exciting cases than I get here. Yours?”
“I dreamed I got into a car accident when I was a kid, and my whole family, except for me, were killed.” That wasn’t much different than real life, really. “I think when I was in the hospital, they experimented on me, because when I came out, I had these powers. I was really strong, and could… jump really high.” It wasn’t quite flying. She opened her mouth to talk about Sterling, but right now, she couldn’t. She needed more alcohol before she’d get <i>that</i> open. “But the weird thing is, I think it’s come over? The other day I meant to jump a foot, and I ended up hitching a ride back down on some alien spaceshift.”
No, it didn’t sound any saner when she said it aloud.
Shit,” Veronica muttered with a long gulp of her drink. “What kind of jackass experiments on kids?” That was all kinds of fucked up.
<Ah</i>. Well that explained the up comment. “Yeah,” Veronica commented. “That’s a thing that happens. If you have abilities in your dreams they can carry over here. Items too. Which is probably where the spaceship came from.” She was oddly calm as she spoke. Maybe even too calm for Jessica’s liking. But after years of living in Orange County, this was just part of everyday life.
“That’s what I want to know,” Jessica muttered into her drink. They’d just found some kid who had just lost their parents, and thought she’d make a perfect guinea pig. It was fucked up. It was sick.
“Yeah, I’m gathering that.” Not that ‘it’s normal here’ made any of it feel much better. She knocked back the rest of her drink and gave a Look to the bartender. “How do I make this shit stop?”
“Hell if I know,” Veronica replied. “I guess you could stop sleeping.” Not that that was entirely possible. But it was the only thing Veronica could think of to stop dreaming. Though she never tried it out herself. “But I don’t think that will make you abilities go away.” Again, not that she would know. She didn’t have any herself. But she was pretty sure once you got them you had them forever. “I can tell you that they do en eventually.” Hers had at least.
Jessica was tempted by the idea, but even she knew that there was only so long someone could go without sleep. She’d tried it before, when her dreams of the car crash and her family had been every night. “Yeah, but how exactly are they going to end? Given the way they started, I doubt it’s an ending I’m going to look forward to.”
“I don’t know,” Veronica replied. Because how would she know? They weren’t her dreams. “If it makes you feel any better my dreams had a nine year time jump and then a sort of happy ending.” Once she solved who really killed Logan’s ex.
“I could do with a time skip about now,” Jessica grumbled. Or, rather, she could have used a time skip long before she had ever dreamed of Sterling.
Her glass shattered in her hand unexpectedly, splashing whiskey on her jeans, and she jumped back from the bar. She shook the glass from her hand and looked at it in shock. There was some blood, but none of the cuts seemed particularly bad. She was more stunned that she’d just managed to break a glass in her hand.
Veronica couldn’t blame Jessica for feeling that way. She could have done with a time jump for most of her dreams. Gone straight to finding Lilly’s murderer, then straight to who blew up the bus, etc. Sadly they didn’t work that way till after her first year of college. However, before she could make a comment, the glass in Jessica’s hand flat out shattered.
“Shit,” Veronica commented. <i>How the hell did that happen?</i> She wanted to ask, but she didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that it was probably out of the ordinary. Besides it probably had to do with her dreams. Given the whole jumping thing it wouldn’t surprise her if Jessica had other abilities. “Are you okay?” she asked instead.
“I’m fine,” Jessica said, wiping her bloody hand on her jeans. “Hey, can I get a cloth over here?” she called to the bartender, and then turned back to Veronica. “It’s not deep,” she said. “I don’t know how everyone’s so calm with all of this going on,” she said.
“Non dreamers are oblivious to it,” Veronica explained. Or at least that was what she had observed. The bartender brought over a towel handing it to Jessica. “Are you sure you don’t want to get that looked at?”
Jessica took the offered towel and wrapped it around her hand, holding it in place with her fist. “No, it’s not deep,” Jessica assured Veronica. She was wary of hospitals anyway. “What I wouldn’t give to be oblivious to all of this though.” She’d seen her first strangeness before she’d started dreaming, but maybe the fact that dreaming was on her horizon at the time was part of the reason why she hadn’t been so oblivious to the killer bunnies or living peeps.
Veronica raised a brow at Jessica’s comment. She wasn’t expecting that from another PI. As much of a pain as the dreams and everything that came were, she would personally rather know what the hell was going on than be oblivious. “I’m actually glad I’m not,” Veronica replied. “I prefer knowing to being kept in the dark and buying all the bogus cover stories.”
Jessica frowned. When put that way, knowing probably was better than not knowing. It was better to know what was going on and then decide if you wanted to avoid it. The problem was, of course, that she couldn’t avoid this kind of stuff. Even if she tried, there was no way she could. Besides, Jessica somehow doubted that she’d have bought the bogus stories, which would mean that she would have tried to seek out the answers anyway.
“I guess so,” she said. “Still. It would be nice to get an option in the matter.”
“You know what helps?” Veronica asked already signaling the bartender back over. “Drinks.”
Jessica smirked. “I’ll drink to that,” she said. <lj-cut>