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This was all her fault.
No. Scratch that. This was the Kane’s fault.
Still, she couldn’t help but wonder. Maybe if she hadn’t taken the warrant without questioning why someone was paying so much for what should have been a milk run. Maybe if she hadn’t convinced Lag to help her. Maybe if she had just finished the job rather than try to pull a rescue. Maybe then she wouldn’t be standing here watching helplessly as the just-gotten-back-together-possible-love-of-her-life was about to be dragged away to undergo some sort of experimental stasis process. Maybe.
“Hey, its okay. You’re going to be okay.” Lag said in an annoyingly calm and reassuring voice.
“This is okay Lag! None of this is okay!” Apparently, she had regressed to their teen years. It seemed sort of fitting.
But Lag didn’t reciprocate her panic. Instead he reached out, as if to tuck her hair behind her ear. It was a comforting move he’d done hundreds times during their brief bouts of happiness as a couple. This time it was somewhat counterproductive as it turned out the shackles currently around his wrist didn’t allow him to reach all the way to finish the motion.
He let his arms to fall back down again.
Then he smirked.
“Lag.” She huffed.
“Veronica Mars is smarter than company goon, no matter what his title or supposed species. You’ll find a way to get fix this.” Wasn’t trying to fix things how they’d gotten into this mess?
“And if I don’t?” He Shrugged.
“I’ve always had a thing for older women. I’ll just become your boy toy in 50 years when they decide frozen enemies have become passé as a lawn decoration and want to free up some space.”
It was ridiculous and irrational and cockily flippant.
She launched herself at him and pulled him into a kiss so deep that it took henchman several tries to pry them apart.
The largest of the lackies herded Lag down into the weird machine, securing his restraint inside then moving out of the way as fast as they could. Veronica strained to reach the edge of platform above. She did not want to possibly see Lag die, but she was even more unwilling to give up the what might be the last few seconds she had with him because of squeamishness.
“Lag?” He looked up at her expectantly.
“Come back to me?” Lag smirked again, but softer. Almost sentimental.
“Always.”