Day one: Dick

Dick had to say he was pretty pleased with his new house. Sure he didn't live there alone and his name wasn't on the paperwork alone or anything but this shit was his. Of course he had always planned on dragging Logan with him out of the Grand, kicking and screaming if he had to. He sure as fuck was not ready to be alone after all that...yeah.

When Logan had told him that if he was going to live with him he'd be inviting Veronica to move in with him he hadn't really been surprised. Unhappy sure but it was easy enough to get over, he wasn't going to cockblock him or anything. Plus a long time ago he had gotten along just fine with Ronnie, plus, and don't tell anyone, but he felt safer having her around.

She was a bitch sure, but she was a bitch he wanted in his corner.

He hadn't been so easy to appease after he found out that Ronnie had her own requirements.

Mac.

Her requirement was bringing Mac with her. Using the geek as some sort of commitment buffer, like he wasn't good enough to ruin any romantic atmosphere they had going, she didn't want to be alone with two boys and neither did Papa Mars.

Logan had given up his claim of the master bedroom to appease him.

He didn't so much have an issue with her as a person...any more... Logan seemed to like her as a friend and she wasn't one of those gold digging whores that wanted his money or those shallow bitches that wanted him because he was good looking. In fact she didn't want him at all and perhaps that was the issue. He knew how to deal with girls that wanted him for all the wrong reasons, he knew how to deal with girls who didn't know his last name, girls that thought he was just some good looking frat boy. Dealing with a girl who knew all about him, that was a part of his terrible past, who shared his trauma...that was what he didn't know how to deal with.

The sounds of a repetitive building base and the strings of what sounded like a bond theme filled the beach house.

Flashing

lights

Flashing

lights

Kanye's voice burst through the air. Confused Dick heads towards the sound, he didn't think Logan was back yet, he looks at his watch, sure that he and Veronica were supposed to be helping Mac load up all her stuff for a couple more hours at least.

He turns the corner and has to grab a hold of the wall.

There is a pert ass high in the air, the image is all legs and ass and cables.

It's the cables that give her away as Mac. She's shaking her ass to the beat her head is behind the flat screen cables all around her, she's completely oblivious to his presence and he's not sure what to do. If he should just leave or if he should say something. She's in short shorts and her wide open red chucks and shit she looks good.

She grabs at the mass of cables at her feet and without even looking feels out the correct ones for whatever the hell she's doing and continues her work.

He has to say something!

"What are you doing?"

Mac stands up so quickly she cracks her head on the tv and the whole thing wobbles violently. Her hands fly out quickly to stabilize it forgetting about her head, like the tv was irreplaceable or some shit. Hell this isn't even the first tv they've had in the beach house. A beer pong accident.

"Jesus. wear a bell." she hisses her hands going back to her head. She's wearing some light and flowy tunic thing, it's white and he can see where her body starts and ends through it. It's a mean shirt, telling but not showing a thing. Her hair is without the stark colour contrast he's grown so used to. It's all brown and soft and wavy past her shoulders.

Shit the rest of her looks good too.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to show me were the first aid kit is?"

"First aid kit?"

"Seriously? You live here and Logan doesn't have a first aid kit filled with ipecac and batman band aids for you?"

"Ip a what?"

She stands there in the centre of a wreath of cables, one hand on the back of her head and a hip jutting out like she should be on some geek girl calander, something he is suddenly very sure he'd buy, and rolls her eyes at him. With a heavy sigh she marches past him, brushing by him, the smell of hot wires and clean linen sticks to him as she disappears up stairs.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and sends a quick text to Logan

A) do we have a first aid kit and B) I hate you.

He wanders up the stairs after her when his phone goes off again.

A) yes under my bed, why and B) why this time?

He responds with one word, a name, and he's sure it will send Logan and Ronnie back home quicker than anything else.

The door to the bathroom is open, and the orange light pools out onto the hardwood of the hall. He goes to it to tell her were the first aid kit actually is when once again his eyes land on her ass. Seriously does she do everything with that thing in the air. It's obvious just how short the shorts are as she basically climbs into the cabinet in search of aid. He takes a deep breath and is sure he's accidentally memorizing the curves of her body.

"It's not there, it's under Logan's bed."

She knocks over some bottles under the sink in her effort to remove herself from it's confines and thankfully doesn't injure herself any further. He can only imagine the kind of shit storm Ronnie would bring upon him if she thought he was manhandling her sweet little Q.

He leads the way into the second biggest bedroom, Logan's stuff is mostly put away, Ronnie's stuff still litters the room in various states of unpacked. He gets on his knees as Mac sits on the edge of the bed. She's oddly silent as he pulls the white metal box out from under the bed.

"Should I be worried that Logan feels the need to keep a hospital grade first aid kit under his bed?" She asks as he flicks the metal latches. He looks up at her and her face is a nice flushed colour and it tightens everything in him.

He just shrugs, "Ronnie and Logan get in knock down drag out fights all the time, " He grabs the peroxide bottle and some cotton and looks back up at her, she looks shocked and horrified, "Not with each other." He tells her quickly climbing up on the bed, a leg tucked under him and the other hanging off the bed, he gets in close to her, and leans her head down, his hands in her hair moving it away from the cut before she has a chance to slap his hands away.

"oh."

"Yeah they fight bad guys a lot. Comes with the solving crime thing I guess."

"and with being Logan." She responds and he finds himself laughing lightly as he applies the peroxide to her small wound.

"Yeah. What with them and me and you being a clutz I guess that's why he has a hospital grade first aid kit."

She looks back at him, "I am not a clutz." she tells him firmly.

"Yeah yeah, your as graceful as Plisetskaya." he tells her with a smirk.

She's silent and lets him push the cotton through her hair and he's so focused on being careful and gentle with her that the house could explode around him and he'd barely notice.

"Well isn't this just a kodak moment." Logan's voice burst across the room destroying any illusions of intimacy. Dick looks up at him quickly and wonders if he can tell he's trying to kill him with laser eyes.

Veronica pushes past Logan and shoves Dick out of her way to look at Mac's head.

"What happened?" She frets like a mother hen and Dick just rolls his eyes and pushes past Logan on his way back downstairs, he needs a drink, and a new room mate, and maybe a new life while were at it.

He doesn't realise that Logan's followed him until he turns around the island to see him leaning against the wall.

"So what happened?" Logan asks and Dick weighs his options while he searches the fridge for a drink. Lying won't get him anywhere, Logan can read him like a book anyway.

"Have you seen her ass?" he decided to lead with that because surely if she didn't have an ass that didn't quit this would not be a problem.

"I guess, I mean I know she has one cause she doesn't fall off chairs or anything. I've never really looked at it before man. She's not really my type."

"Since when is petite and too smart not your type?"

"Since she's not Veronica?"

"Whatever." Dick leans against the island twisting the cap off his unfortunately devoid of alcoholic content coke.

"So her ass?" Logan waves him on, the smirk on his face growing by the second.

"So I just turned the corner and there it was all...I don't know...amazing and out there? She was doing some cable hook up junk."

Logan snickers and he just knows he's going to make a joke about how he wishes she was hooked up to his junk or something. Logan seems to know that Dick knows and lets it go. He probably didn't have anything that good anyway.

"So you stood there hypnotised by her ass until you had to say something or it'd get super weird when she noticed you standing there." Logan supplies because he knows Dick and of course that would happen.

Dick just nods and hopes that this is the last day he'll ever see Mac's ass. There is just no way he can stop himself from trying to hit that if that kinda thing happens every day.

"So...rate her ass?" Logan smirks.

Dick rolls his eyes and leaves the room.

It's easily a ten anyway. easy.