World Turned Upside Down (WIP)

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Posts: 108 (09/24/05 18:21:16) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Tags : None Title: World Turned Upside Down Rating: R for language Summary: What if Lynn asked Keith for help? Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just make them do naughty things. Spoilers: Up to Credit Where Credits Due, eventually entire season. A/N: This is in response to Summer's plot bunny. 9/25 - Revisions ------------------------ Veronica sat at her desk in Mars Investigations clicking away at her laptop. She was so engrossed in digging up dirt on Mr. Nesbit that she didnt notice the statuesque brunette standing in front of her until the woman cleared her throat. Veronica looked up, startled to find a distressed looking Lynn Echolls. Is your father in? Lynn asked. She sniffled slightly, Veronica surmised that she was hiding her red rimmed, puffy eyes behind her overly priced, overly large sunglasses. Veronica nodded slightly and stood from her chair. Crossing around the desk, she poked her head into her fathers office. Hey, dad? Keith looked up from his papers at Veronica and then past her to see Lynn. He immediately stood. Ill take it from here, Veronica, he said quietly. Edging past Veronica to Lynn, he ushered the woman into his office and closed the door securely behind him. Veronica stared curiously at the door until muffled voices came from behind it. Tilting her head, she pressed her ear to the door carefully. Suddenly the door flung open. A pair of strong hands rescued her. She looked up into her fathers stern face. He gave her a pointed stare and she threw her hands up in mock surrender. Keith watched as she packed up her laptop and schoolbooks, never taking his eyes off her until she exited the office in a huff. As soon as he was sure she was gone, he returned his attention to Lynn and closed his office door. Keith heaved a sigh. Hes doing it again, isnt he? Sniffing, Lynn pulled her sunglasses off her face. A large purple bruise shone from the corner of her right eye. Lynn had attempted to cover the bruise, but it was so gruesome that no amount of make up could conceal it. I need your help. He does this to Logan, as well. I cant let him do this anymore. Logan and I need to get away. Lynn burst into tears and Keith went to her side to console her. He patiently patted her back, while grabbing a tissue from his desk and handing it to Lynn as he spoke. Lynn, you need to divorce him. Get away. Ill help you and Logan get new identities or anything else you need. Lynn shook her head, choking back her tears. No, Logan loves it here. I cant make him leave. Im ready to divorce Aaron. Ive saved some money. I just Im afraid that if we move out on our own that hell come after us. I want to press charges this time. We need to get a restraining order. What about Logan? I wont push Logan to report his abuse, Ill let him decide, Lynn spoke through tears. Ill leave it up to him if he wants to report anything, Well, youre going to need proof for the restraining order, Keith told her. Oh, I have plenty of that, she responded darkly. ~*~ When Keith entered the apartment, he found Veronica doing her homework at the kitchen table. She looked up at him expectantly. So, whats for dinner? Keith asked casually. Veronica set her pencil down calmly and shut her textbook. She raised an eyebrow to her father, while glaring at him. So, are you going to tell me what that was all about? Keith smiled, setting his briefcase in the chair, purposely ignoring her question. Walking around the kitchen to the fridge, he pulled out a beer. Veronica kept her gaze on him, hoping it would crumple his resolve and he would confess to her. Keith settled into his chair and turned on the television, flashing a toothy smile at Veronica. That annoyed her. She wasnt going to let him flounce the fact that he knew something she didnt. Veronica didnt like that, not at all. Standing, she marched over to her father with her hands on her hips, blocking his view of the television. Keith merely adjusted his position and peered around her. Are we going to talk about this? Veronica asked him sternly. Keith met his daughters gaze. He shook his head sternly. No. Veronica frowned before storming off to her bedroom. Feedback please!
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Posts: 108 (09/24/05 21:36:48) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	A/N - 9/25 - Edits Chapter 2 A full week later and Veronica had yet to figure out what her father was working so hard to keep from her. It was past annoying and moving into downright aggravating. Her father walked around practically rubbing her lack of knowledge in her face. It didnt help that Lynn would come by the office every few days and Keith would send Veronica away. Veronica tried bugging the office, but when she came back later she found it sitting on her desk and her father laughing silently, shaking his head at her. She had finally reached her breaking point. Veronica decided she was going to corner her dad and make him tell her whats going on. She stood outside their apartment she practiced her stern features and puppy dog eyes. She would try anything to make him crack. Deciding that she had perfected her techniques, Veronica pushed the door opened and came to an immediate halt. She stood in the threshold of the apartment rooted to the ground, mouth agape in shock. Veronicas eyes wandered around the small apartment. Boxes filled the rooms, half packed and in disarray. Veronica, is that you? Her father called from his bedroom. Poking his head out, he smiled. Hey, youre home. You can help me pack. Veronica finally found her voice. Pack? Pack! What the hell is going on, dad? Were moving, Keith answered simply. As if that response would satisfy the millions of questions running through Veronicas mind at that moment. Where are we going? When are we leaving? When were you going to tell me? Veronicas voice rose with each question. Keith sighed and came into the living room. Setting the books in his hands down on the table he crossed to Veronica. Sweetie, its okay. Keith placed his hands on Veronicas arms and spoke soothingly. Were staying in Neptune. Were just moving into a better place. Youll love it. Veronica immediately began to worry. Dad, how can we afford a better place? We barely make ends meet as it is. Veronica, dont worry. Everything is okay. Im helping out a friend and that requires us making a few lifestyle changes. Veronica instantly became suspicious. Whats going on? Please dont tell me you found some woman to shack up with that has three kids and were gonna be some sick and twisted Brady bunch. ~~ Logan ascended the stairs to his bedroom slowly. Again, he muttered to himself. Fucking, again. He wondered how he could have missed the telltale signs that Caitlin was cheating on him. He should be an expert by now, after Lilly. Lilly Logan shook his head to rid the thoughts. He wanted a drink no, he needed a drink. He lazily pushed open the door to his bedroom in search of the bottle of Jack Daniels he had stashed in his closet, next to his porn magazines. Distracted in thought, Logan failed to notice something obstructing his path, prompting him to fall unceremoniously onto the floor into a giant heap. Fuck! Logan clamored up, eyes darting around the room, seeing everything packed into boxes. The only things left were a few clothes and his bed sheets. As soon as he gathered his bearings, he rushed out of the room. Mom! Logan called. Mom! Logan tore through the house searching for his mother. After the fourth call, Lynn rounded the corner into the living room. I hear you, Logan. Calm down. Why is my room packed? Logan asked, incredulously. Lynn smiled brightly. Were moving, honey. What?! Logan stood, gaping at his mother, wide-eyed. ~~ Veronica stood on the front lawn of the new house, gazing fearfully up at it as if it were haunted. Her father still refused to give her all the details. Although, her gut was telling her this had something to do with Lynn Echolls. How? Veronica wasnt sure yet, but she was going to find out. So, are you just going to stand there staring at it, or are you going to go in? Wallace approached her from behind. I dont like this, Veronica grumbled. I dont like being kept out of the loop and this, she said, gesturing to the house, Is in the loop. Well, you can at least give me the tour. Wallace nudged Veronica playfully. Veronica smiled slightly and walked them up through the garage, closing it behind her. Since her father wouldnt be returning until later that evening, she took the liberty of parking in the garage to unload the last few things. Veronica was walking Wallace up the stairs to show him her room when he abruptly stopped. Why do you have four bedrooms? He asked curiously, pointing to the two other empty rooms. I dont know and my dad wont tell me, she huffed. All hell say is that theyll be filled soon. Veronica pushed open the door at the end of the hall, revealing her bedroom full of boxes. I see youve made some headway, Wallace joked as he flipped the lip open on one of the boxes and peered in. Veronica flopped down on the bed. I told my dad that I refuse to unpack until he tells me whats going on. Oh? What did he say to that? He told me to have fun living out of a box. Wallace laughed and Veronica silenced him with her death-glare in retaliation. However, the sound of the doorbell caused them to exchange puzzled glances. Well, now who could that be? Veronica asked as she got up from the bed. Pounding down the stairs, she flung open the door. She furrowed her brow at the stranger standing on her new doorstep with his back to her. May I help you? The figure spun around and Veronicas jaw dropped. ~~ Logan awoke the morning after finding out he was moving with an ominous feeling in the pit of his stomach. Yes, his mother had explained why they were moving and, yes, he did understand the motivations. What he didnt understand was her incessant need to keep the details from him. She hadnt even given him the address to the house yet, but told him it was spacious enough. She offered nothing beyond a few breadcrumbs. However, Logan was thankful to be out from under Aarons tyrannical rule. His mother was getting away from the abuse as well, which was more important. Any time Aaron had attempted to hit Lynn while Logan was around Logan would offer himself as the sacrificial lamb by doing something to make Aaron angry. Logan tried anything to keep the bastard from hitting his mother. Logan rubbed at his eyes to brush away the remnants of sleep and flung back the sheets. He made quick work of showering and changing and then bounded down the stairs to the kitchen. As he poured himself some juice he noticed Lynn was already busy directing the movers, telling them what went in storage and what went to the house. She was smiling and Logan thought that it was her most genuine smile in years. He could only hope that it continued even when Aaron returned from Albania (or was it the Czech Republic who gives a shit?), where he was filming his next movie. Logan had voiced his concerns to his mother, but she would only offer cryptic answers. She had muttered something about being safe and people watching over them, but she refused give him more information. He assumed today would be the day he found out. Logan, honey, could you go on over to the house? You can take a few of your things with you and get settled in. Lynn smiled brightly at her son. Heres the address. She handed Logan a slip of paper with a house number and a street name. Someone should already be there, so just ring the bell if the door isnt unlocked, Lynn called before she went back to directing the movers. Logan quickly loaded his car with a few essentials and drove to his new home. Pulling up to the house and into the driveway, Logan exited the car and glanced around curiously. Welcome to suburbia, he said to himself as he shook his head. He made his way up to the front door and tried the knob it wouldnt open. Logan rang the bell and waited a moment. He turned and glanced at the other houses on the street. Great. And just down the street from the Sinclairs. Now Ill never escape her. He heard a voice behind him. May I help you? Turning around, Logan nearly fell down the porch stairs as he saw who answered the door. ~~ Way to go. Youre a real Han Solo, Veronica snorted through laughter. Logan regained his balance and quickly slid on his cool faade. Yeah, well what can I say? Im shocked to see you outside the trailer park, he smirked. Veronica narrowed her eyes and her mouth drew into a thin line. Wallace stepped forward, but she put out an arm to stop him. What do you want, Logan? I think I should be the one asking the questions, he retorted indignantly. What the hell are you doing here? Me?! I live here. So, why dont you hop into that ugly thing you call a car and retreat back under whatever rock you crawled out from under before I call the cops? Surprisingly, Logan didnt budge. He simply stood on the porch shaking his head and running a hand through his hair. So, why dont you run along? Veronica asked in a falsely sweet voice. Im sure happy hour is just getting started down at Dog Beach. At that moment, Lynn drove up with the moving van behind her. Suddenly the pieces began clicking together in Veronicas mind, the color slowly drained from her face. This cant be happening, she muttered, disbelievingly. Wallace glanced at the moving van curiously and then at Lynn, who was getting out of her car. Veronica! Good, youre here. Do you think you can show Logan around? Lynn called from the street. Veronica gawked for another moment and then turned back into the house, leaving the front door open and Wallace staring after her, while Logan stared at his mother. Wallace finally found Veronica in the back yard, pacing around the pool with her cell phone. When were you going to tell me? She yelped into the phone. You thought youd be home already? I cant believe you would do this to me. She paused and listened for a moment and then shook her head. It had better be a giant pony, she grumbled and hung up. She collapsed into a nearby lounger and rubbed the bridge of her nose. Wallace took a seat in the chair beside to her and watched for a moment. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Veronica, with her eyes close, spoke first. So, I see youve met whats filling the other rooms, Veronica said without opening her eyes. You mean theyre moving in? Wallace asked. Well, yeah! Veronica blurted out as she stood and began pacing again. Lets review the past twenty minutes, shall we? Veronica begins to tick off items on her fingers. They have a moving van. This is a lovely four bedroom home. Theres my dad, me, Logan, she spits out disgustedly. And his mom. It looks like were going to be one big happy family, now doesnt it? Wallace slumped at Veronicas rude attitude. She noticed the change in his posture and instantly regretted taking her anger out on him. Im sorry, Wallace. This is just Veronica trailed off, searching for the right word, but coming up pathetically short. Wallace waved her off. Its okay. Id probably be a basket case as well, if my least favorite person in the entire world was moving in with me. Veronica cringed. Please, dont say it like that. You make it sound like were shacking up and Im pregnant with his illegitimate love child. Veronica suddenly doubled over and grabbed her stomach. Oh, God, she gasped. I think Im going to be sick. Isnt that a symptom of pregnancy? Wallace prodded playfully. Veronica immediately stood. Youre dead, Wallace Fennell. Dead! Do you hear me? Wallace began running as Veronica charged after him. She quickly caught up to him and shoved him into the pool. Wallace was a bit faster and grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the water with him. The pair surfaced, laughing hysterically, unaware of Logan watching from an upstairs window. ~*~ You know, you could go down there, Lynn said quietly from the doorway. Logan cocked his head slightly, but didnt turn around. Whats going on? Lynn took a deep breath. Keith is helping me get everything set up so that we wont get hurt in the backlash. You know when your father hears that I want a divorce, he wont be very happy. Keith is staying with us and he, nor I, would let Veronica stay by herself. So, for now, this is the living arrangement. Logan said nothing and turned his attention back to the scene beyond the window. Everything will be okay, Logan. It just takes some getting used to, Lynn said quietly before she left Logan alone with his thoughts. Feedback
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Posts: 108 (09/27/05 17:00:24) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Chapter 3 It had been a week since the Echolls and the Mars moved in to the same house and Veronica managed to dodge Logan most of the time. If she did find herself in the same vicinity as him neither said a word to each other, simply ignoring the elephant in the room that embodied their hatred. Veronica spent as much time as she could at the office or Wallaces house, but she knew her father would catch on sooner or later and force her to face the challenge head on. At home, Veronica spent most of her time in her room, unless forcibly removed by the call of food or some other needed essential. As far as Lynn was concerned, Veronica was unsure what to make of her. Lynn spent a fair amount of time at her fathers office or running errands. Veronica never asked what they were, but debated tailing her one day to find out. However, her recent case for Justin was preventing her from acting on that line of thought. She knew Lynn was divorcing Aaron, but was unsure why Lynn needed her fathers assistance or presence so desperately, but she was determined to find out. Veronica was just finishing her list of John Smiths in the California area and was about to begin her English paper when someone knocked on her bedroom door. She looked up and then immediately back at her computer. So, whats with you dragging guys into the girls bathroom, anyway? Is that your way of trying to get DKs attention? Logan leaned in her doorway and smirked, obviously pleased with himself. Standing, she went to the door and placed her hand on the knob. Just because we live in the same house doesnt mean we have to actually talk to each other, she bit out with narrowed eyes before slamming the door in his face. Logan shook his head at the closed door and retreated back to his room. Two can play that game. He immediately flipped on his television and game console. Reaching for the remote, he turned the volume up to near deafening levels. He had to give her some credit, she had endured fifteen minutes of the loud rat-tat-tat of the machine gun until she finally came to stand in his doorway. Do you think you can turn that down? She yelled over the sound of Logans assault. Logan paused his game and spun around to face her. Oh, Im sorry. Are we talking? Veronica chewed the inside of her mouth and scrutinized Logan carefully. She wondered if she really wanted to give him the satisfaction of an answer. Raising her eyebrow and throwing a pointed look, she waited for him to turn the television down. I guess not, Logan responded happily and returned to his game. Veronica glared at him for a moment longer before retreating back to her room. She hastily threw her laptop in her bag. Time to go to Wallaces. Hopefully, his mother wouldnt be home to frown at her this time. As soon as Logan heard the front door slam he grinned widely and reached for the remote. He turned the sound down to a more manageable level and reached for the vodka he had stashed under his bed. Finally, some peace and quiet. ~~ Veronica had exactly twenty minutes to get ready for her date with Troy and she still hadnt showered. She hurried into the bathroom and started the water. At least that was one good thing about moving hot water. Logan had almost reached the next level on Halo when the doorbell rang, causing him to jump and lose the mission. He swore loudly as he threw the controller across the room. Is someone gonna get that? Logan called out to no one in particular. The doorbell ringing again was the only response. He rolled his eyes and pulled himself up from the bed. I guess I have to do everything myself, he grumbled as he trotted down the stairs. Opening the door, he found a rather strange site. Troy? Hey, Logan. Uh, what are you doing here? Troy appeared confused and checked the numbers on the house to ensure he wasnt at the wrong place. Logan snorted. I think the more appropriate question is what are you doing here? Troy laughed nervously. Im taking Veronica out. I didnt know you guys lived together. Logan rested against the door and crossed his arms. We live in the same house, we dont live together. Its a temporary arrangement that will hopefully end soon and put me out of my misery. Troy merely smiled and nodded politely. He continued standing on the porch, shifting his weight back and forth. Finally he spoke up. So, is Veronica ready? Logan smirked. I have no idea. He pushed himself off the frame and motioned for Troy to follow. Logan walked slowly up the stairs, taking his time and making the wait excruciating for Troy. He didnt like the guy anyway. This was just an added bonus. Logan found Veronicas door was partially open. Pushing it open, he found Veronica primping in the mirror. She caught him in the reflection and her eyes instantly narrowed. Your dates here, he said, enunciating the word date. Veronica applied the last of her make up and left her room, brushing past Logan and purposely ignoring him. Logan stood at the top of the stairs, eavesdropping on the conversation below. You look great, Troy remarked as Veronica met him at the bottom of the stairs. Thanks, she replied shyly. I hope Logan didnt give you a hard time. No, its fine. I can handle Logan. Troy laughed as he waved off Veronicas apology. I guess I need to work harder, Logan thought to himself, grinning evilly. ~~ Returning later that evening, Veronica found her dad in the living room watching television. So, how was your date? He asked, turning his attention to her. You know, the usual. Lousy conversation, but the sex was fantastic, Veronica said with a playful tone. Thats not funny, he scowled. Im pretty sure it was, she retorted thoughtfully. It was fine. Just a date. Well, thats good. Am I going to have to give him the dont hurt my little girl speech? Keith frowned. I dont think were quite at that level yet, but when we get there Ill let you know, she told her father as she bent down to kiss him good night. She turned to leave, but he caught her by the elbow. Are things between Logan and you okay? I notice you guys dont really talk. Keiths voice filled with concern. Veronica gave him a thoughtful look. Things are fine. Dont worry, dad. She gave him a small smile. She didnt like to lie to her father. All right, sweetie. Lynn and I have to head up to L.A. tomorrow. You guys behave yourselves. Keith shook his finger sternly at Veronica. I dont want to come home and find the house in ruins. Make sure you extend that warning to Logan. Personally, I will be doing my homework and watching the Chapelle Show marathon with Wallace. She waved goodnight to her father and ascended the stairs to her room. ~~ As Veronica lie awake in bed, thinking back to her date with Troy, she heard a car door slam. Crawling out of bed, she peered through her blinds and saw Logan staggering up the front porch stairs. She knew Lynn wouldnt hear a thing; she had a habit of sleeping with Prince Valium on a nightly basis and probably wouldnt wake up if the L.A. riots were going on outside their door. No, Veronica worried about her father. If he caught Logan coming home at three in the morning, drunk as a skunk, he would most likely cancel his trip to L.A., effectively canceling Veronicas trip to Arizona in hopes of finding her mother. Great, she breathed. She carefully crept downstairs to the front door. Hearing the telltale signs of Logan attempting to unlock the front door, she flicked open the lock and wretched opened the door. Ronnie, Logan exclaimed loudly, swinging his arms wildly. Rolling her eyes, Veronica grabbed the front of Logans shirt and yanked him into the house. If you dont shut up my dad is going to come down here and tear you a new one, she hissed and closed the door behind them. So? Logan giggled drunkenly as he attempted to grope his way to the stairs. He found them or rather his foot found them and he collapsed onto them, laughing hysterically. Veronica threw up her arms in exasperation. Fine, if you dont want help. She walked across the entry, stepping over Logan, lying in a heap on the stairs. Unfortunately, Logans hand shot out and grabbed her ankle, tripping her and sending her crashing to the ground. Thats gonna hurt in the morning, he sing-songed. No shit, Sherlock, she grumbled, pulling herself up. She straightened and began to go up the stairs when Logan called out. Hey, wait. Wait. Veronica detected a note of sadness in his voice. Are you gonna give me a hand, or what? Logan stuck out his arm in Veronicas direction, waiting for her to assist him. Sighing, Veronica took a few steps down and yanked Logan up, roughly, to a standing position. With Logan leaning most of his weight on Veronicas small frame, they managed to make it to Logans room with only a few stumbles. Once in his room, Veronica dumped Logans heavy body onto the bed. Ill be right back, she said quietly. Oh, gonna take advantage of my inebriated state? Logan snorted. Crossing her arms across her chest defensively, Veronica glared at him. Well, I was going to get you some aspirin so your hangover wasnt so bad, but Im seriously rethinking my generosity. Fine. Whatever, Logan slurred with a wave. He began tugging at his shirt to remove it so that he could get into bed. Veronica returned a moment later with the water and aspirin. Logan had managed to pull on a pair of flannel pants on his own. Wordlessly, Veronica set the pills and glass on his nightstand and began to leave, but something caught her eye. Logan, what happened to your back? Veronica stared at the bruises on his skin. Logan visibly sobered. His eyes widened in realization as he turned to see Veronica standing in his room. He quickly regained his composure and his stony mask replaced his vulnerable features. Why dont you mind your own business, Mars, and get the fuck out of my room, Logan bit out. Veronica opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it. Nodding slightly, she left the room and pulled it closed quietly behind her. ~~ After the fiftieth pass through the cable channels, Logan shut off his television and tossed the remote onto the nightstand. He had been sitting for the past hour waiting for Veronica to get home to tell him how Duncan was doing. Logan knew he probably should have gone with them to the hospital, instead of dumping the rest of his scotch on them, but he was fairly certain the doctors wouldnt have been pleased with a fairly drunk teenager standing around their waiting room. Logan was torn from his thoughts when he saw Veronica come through the front door. Crossing the room, he blocked her path to the kitchen. So, hows Duncan? Logan asked as he leaned against the wall, not meeting Veronicas gaze. Oh, now you care? Veronica swept past him and set her bag on the kitchen table. Yeah, I know. It was a dick move. Is he gonna be okay? Logan worked to try to reign in his anger. If he pissed her off she wouldnt tell him if Duncan was all right and she was the only one that knew. Logan had tried Duncans cell, but he wasnt answering and no one else knew what had happened. Sighing, Veronica finally responded while she pulled a soda from the refrigerator. I assume so. When I left he was fine. I didnt exactly stick around. His father got there and I took my leave. I do have better things to do than take care of drunk people. She stared pointedly at Logan and then went out into the back yard, relaxing into one of the loungers and pulling out her cell phone. She didnt want to deal with his lame attempt at regret. Besides, she had John Smiths to track down. ~~ The past few days had been tough on Veronica and now, sitting in her car outside her house, she really didnt want to go in and deal with Logan or his friends. She could tell, just by the cars, Dick and Luke were over. All she had to do was stay under their radar, pack up a few things and get her butt out of there and she would be on her way to Arizona in fifteen minutes. Sliding out of her seat, she tugged her bag onto her shoulder and put on her game face. Carefully creeping into the house, Veronica looked around the room quickly. She heard voices coming from the back yard. She visibly relaxed and pounded up the stairs to her room. Hurriedly, she threw a change of clothes into a duffle bag and returned downstairs. Veronica cautiously moved into the kitchen, not wanting to bring attention to her presence. She could see Dick, Luke and Logan by the pool, drinking, and if they happened to glance in her direction she knew she was done for. She quickly grabbed a few bottles of water and was nearly across the kitchen when she heard Luke coming closer. Dick, are you coming with us to TJ this weekend? Nah. Ive got plans with Madison. Her parents are out of town and I intend on taking full advantage of the opportunity, Dick responded lewdly. They were nearly to the sliding door and if they managed to pull their heads out of their asses for more than a second they would see her. Wishing she were invisible at that moment, Veronica ran straight into the dining room table she was trying to edge around covertly. The noise reverberated off the walls and she heard the boys outside silence instantly. Shit, Veronica thought to herself. Just keep going. You can be out the door before they notice. Unfortunately, she was wrong. She could practically feel their eyes on her. Well, well, well, Logan drawled. Dont be rude, Ronnie. Arent you going to say hello? Veronica turned and found Logan in the doorway with Dick glaring behind him. What can I say? Veronica stared back coolly. I didnt want to ruin your little party. I was just leaving. Ill be damned. The rumors are true. Veronica Mars is shacked up with Logan Echolls, Dick boomed. So tell me, is she as good as everyone says. Although the question was directed at Logan, Dick never took his eyes off of Veronica. Logan snorted. I wouldnt know. I do have some self-respect, man. Veronica had enough. Well, Id like to say its been a pleasure, but really lets not pretend, shall we? At that, Veronica turned on her heel and headed for the door. Where do you think youre going? Logan called out. None of your business, Veronica answered without turning back around. Okay, Ill just have to call your dad and let him know, Logan said lightly. Veronica stopped dead in her tracks. You wouldnt. Wanna make a bet, Logan grinned widely. Veronica immediately thought about going over and punching out all the teeth in his mouth. Instead, she swallowed the urge back and clenched her jaw. What do you want, she gritted out. Thats more like it, Logan said as he glided across the kitchen to her. Now, what I want you to do for me is keep your mouth shut about our little trip down to TJ and well be even. Veronica glared up at Logan. Logan, I dont give a shit what you do. Your life is no concern of mine. So, how about we come to a mutual understanding that you stay the fuck out of mine. Not even giving him time to respond, Veronica exited through the door, slamming it loudly behind her. ~~ Logan didnt know what bothered him more. That Veronica told him off or that she told him to stay out of her business. It had been eating him up since she stormed out of the house earlier that afternoon. No one ever told him to stay out of their business. Shoot, they usually wanted him in their business. They wanted the attention of the great Logan Echolls. Except for Veronica. In fact, she never really wanted his attention, even when they were friends. One thing was certain, though the Veronica Mars that was his friend was dead and gone with Lilly. The girl that stood in her place was all hard-knock life and bittersweet. It aggravated him to no end that he had to see her every day. She would be easier to deal with if she was that naive girl from the past. He could tell her anything and shed happily go along with it. This new version, though, would probably challenge him even if he said the sky was blue. The whole situation was unnerving for Logan, and he didnt like to not be the one in control. Finally he made a decision. When she got home she would get whats coming to her. Involuntarily smirking, Logan heard the front door open. He waited until he heard her get to her room, where she felt safe, before he made his attack. Nothing like being an ass on someones home turf. Silently, Logan moved down the hall to Veronicas bedroom door. Instead of knocking, however, he flung the door open. And here I thought you ran away from home. Was it something I said? Logan sneered at her. Veronica wasnt facing him, though. She sat in her window seat, staring out at the night drenched street below. Veronica spoke without even turning her attention to him. Logan, go away, she said in a defeated voice. I really dont feel like dealing with your issues that you think are so fucking important when I have better stuff to occupy my mind. Opening his mouth to speak again, Logan caught sight of something that threw his whole plan of attack off balance. In the moonlight from the window he could faintly make out the dampness streaking Veronicas face. Logan promptly shut his mouth with a snap and swallowed his retort. Yes, he did believe in kicking a dog when it was down, but even this was too cruel for him. Wordlessly, Logan closed the door, leaving Veronica to mull over her more important problems. Feedback please.
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Posts: 108 (09/28/05 20:48:08) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Chapter 4 Veronica sunned herself out by the pool. She had to admit this was so much better than at her old apartment. The apartment had a pool, but it was lacking privacy, so she rarely used it. The last thing she wanted was for someone to come by and say something any more than usual. She relaxed peacefully into the chair, enjoying the quiet of the house. Her father and Lynn were still in L.A. and Logan, she had no idea where he was. Most likely at one of his wretched friends houses drinking and playing video games, not that she cared. She could finally let her guard down for a few hours while she lay out and took in some tunes. When she was finished sunning, she took a dive off the board to cool off and swam a few laps before getting out and wrapping herself in a towel. Walking up to her room, Veronica felt rested and relaxed until she heard a girl laughing. She nearly jumped at the sound and looked around to see where it was coming from. Logans bedroom door was open. She walked towards it and hoped she wasnt walking into something she didnt want to see. Instead, as she stood in the threshold of his room, she saw Logan at his computer watching a video of a young Lilly. What part of my ignoring you makes you think youre welcome, Logan asked as he glanced back at Veronica. What are you doing? Veronica stepped into the room to get a better view of the video. Assembling the worlds most boring memorial video, Logan deadpanned as he continued taking notes. Ballet, choir recital, debutante crap, girl scouts. Logan picked up each tape next to him as he went down the list of what was on each one. Memories both misty and water colored. Logan dumped the tapes back onto the desk with a sigh. Its Lilly as a long distance commercial, Veronica laughed. It isnt really about Lilly, is it? Logan mumbled, but then broke into a smile. God, this would piss her off. Veronica smiled and watched the video for a moment longer. Realizing where she was, however, and what she was wearing or rather not wearing, she hastily escaped from the room without a backward glance at Logan. Shes got to crash Gameland, anyway, reminiscing be damned. She can remember later. She quickly threw on some sweats and began rifling through her closet for an outfit worthy of Gameland. Dumping out one of her unpacked boxes, she found a plaid skirt. Now all she needed were knee highs and a white shirt and she would be set. There was a knock on her door. Yeah? Veronica called out as she dug through another box. Logan opened the door and swiftly dodged a shirt that Veronica had just tossed from one of the boxes. Ah ha! Veronica stood up triumphantly, clutching a white shirt. Turing to her door, she saw Logan standing in her doorway and pulled her arms behind her back to attempt to hide the shirt. She knew he was smart enough to put two and two together. So I see youre working to make Troys fantasy come true by dressing up like a Catholic school girl, Logan smirked. Veronicas eye twitched slightly as her face soured. No, she said firmly as she threw the clothes onto her bed. Undercover work. Veronica turned away and searched through another box for the missing accessories. Was there something you wanted? She asked curtly. I was just going to tell you Im going out. Veronica turned around and saw Logan standing nervously. Veronica arched an eyebrow at him. Okay, she said slowly. What do you want me to say? Congratulations? Logan straightened and Veronica prepared for a biting remark. No, I was just going to say Ill be gone so dont mess with my stuff. Im not done with the video. Veronica knew the words were meant to be harsh, but he didnt have the feeling behind them. He seemed too defeated. Veronica watched him curiously for a moment before speaking. Well, you lucked out. Im on my way out, too. So, I wont be touching your precious video. Well good, Logan said definitively and exited her room. Veronica waited until she heard the front door close and then changed into her outfit in record time. The last thing she needed was for Logan to spot her in this get up. She rushed to the front door to dash to her car and there stood Logan, in all his glory, with his perfectly placed smug smirk. This is good. Oh, I wish I had my camera, he remarked as he eyed her up and down. No one is gonna believe this wait, yeah they will. Veronicas hands clenched and unclenched at her sides, resisting the urge to slap the boy in front of her. Narrowing her eyes, she hoped it would be enough to will her offender away. However, no such luck. I thought you were already gone, she gritted out. Yeah, I was, Logan replied lightly. But then I got this funny feeling that if I waited another minute Id get a treat. And sure enough, here it is. Logan motioned to Veronicas outfit. I told you, I have undercover work to do. Now, do you mind moving out of my way so that I can do my work? Veronica attempted to go around Logan, but he had other plans. Logan side stepped into Veronicas way again and crossed his arms. What kind of work has you dressing like a hooker? Logan pondered aloud. Oh, I know! Logan snapped his fingers, as if having an epiphany. A hooker. His eyes met directly with Veronicas, daring her to say something. Veronica closed her eyes to regain some control over her growing anger and opened them to see Logan grinning widely. She took a deep breath and licked her lips before she spoke. Logan found the action oddly intriguing as he watched her tongue drag slowly over her mouth. His mind began working in overdrive and whatever Veronica was saying suddenly became background to her moving lips. So, why dont you just move out of my way so that I can get going? Logan sprang back to reality. Huh? He asked blankly. Never mind, Veronica said as she pushed passed Logan. Where is she going dressed like that? Logan wondered as he watched Veronica get into her car. He hurried across the yard, deciding to find out. ~~ Logan pulled into the parking lot and watched Veronica go into a building with a sign reading Gameland. What the hell is she doing here? Logan pondered aloud. He got out of his car and followed after her. He entered the building and allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He scanned the crowd of people and saw they were all staring in one direction. He followed their gaze and saw Veronica at the registration computer. Always gotta be the center of attention. Figures, Logan shook his head. Veronica finished her registration and moved to a couch between two rather geeky looking adolescents. Glancing around, Logan found a deserted corner to hide out. He added himself to the gaming roster and took a seat on the couch. He might as well have some fun while he was here. However, his eyes kept getting drawn back to Veronica. Questions kept popping up in his head. Why was she here? Does she even know how to play a video game? Why the hell does he care? Struggling, Logan tore his eyes away from her and to his game. Distraction would be a good thing right now. It would keep his mind from wandering to places it really shouldnt go, nor be taken there willingly. Stupid teenage brain. Stupid short skirt. Logan hit a combination of buttons on his controller and felt some relief as he blew something up. Hey! Im on your team, lamer! A guy called out randomly from the opposite side of the room Logan smirked. Why do I get the feeling she had something to do with that? After another moment Veronica jumped up from the couch. Ownage! Logan worked to suppress a loud snort at her attempted slang. The guy from earlier stood up as well and glared at Veronica. Hey, its not ownage. Im on your team! Logan stood uneasily and continued watching. The guy was easily twice her size and looking surly. Instead, Veronica sat back down and turned her attention back to the game. For once she does the right thing, Logan muttered to himself. He went back to playing his game, stealing an occasional glance at Veronica. He was getting careless, though. He was so engrossed in the game he forgot she was still there until his character passed by her in the game. His screen name wasnt all that thoughtful, either. He used it for everything - email, instant messaging for the past three years. Logan? That drew his attention back to the game as he watched Veronica glance around the room. It was too dark for her to see him, which he was thankful for. Hastily, Veronica gathered her things and went back to the front desk. Logan saw her exchange a few words with the clerk and then grab the box from him. She leaned on the counter and popped out her hip as she flipped though the container. Logan couldnt help his eyes from following the curve her body was making as his head tilted slightly to the side. No. Bad, wrong, horrible thoughts. This is Veronica Mars. She is not sexy. She is not hot. She is the bane of your existence. She is oh, fuck that. Logan snapped back to reality as Veronica straightened and smiled at the clerk. Putting his head in his hands, Logan scrubbed at his eyes with his palms to try and will away the very naughty images flashing across his brain. He needed to get out of there. ~~ Veronica and Wallace were getting ready to head out to the party when she suddenly stopped outside Logans door. She saw he was still working on Lillys memorial video. Ill meet you downstairs, she whispered to Wallace and went back to her room. She returned a moment later and knocked lightly on Logans door. Hey, um, I found this while I was unpacking some of my stuff. She walked over and laid a tape on his desk. What is it? He asked curiously. Its not a violin recital. Veronica smiled brightly. Logan smiled back - his first genuine smile in a long time. Reality caught up with him, though, and he cleared his throat. Well, Ive got a lot of work to do. Logan turned his attention back to the computer. Yeah, no, me too. She walked back to the door and paused for a moment. Oh, my dad called. Theyll be home tomorrow. Thanks, Logan said flatly. ~~ Are you going to tell Logan about this? Keith asked as he pulled the car in the driveway. I will, but not right now. I dont want him worrying about it. I just want him to have a normal teenage life. Things have already been so difficult for him, Lynn responded sadly. You will have to tell him at some point. Keith cut the engine to the car and opened his door. I know. Just when Im ready? Lynn pleaded with him. Keith nodded and gave her a reassuring smile. Ready to see what shape the house is in? Keith had made it about two paces into the house before Veronica pounded down the stairs. Youre home, Veronica exclaimed and hugged him tightly. Everything go okay? As well as can be expected, Keith replied cryptically. Youre not going to tell me anything, are you? Veronica watched her father carefully. Nope. Well, in that case I need you to do something for me. Veronica smiled brightly at him. Think of it as quality father-daughter time weve been missing out on instead of making it up to me for not telling me whats going on around here. Its not illegal, is it? Keith eyed her. Oh, its not that bad. Just a little covert ops. And I know how you love laying the smack down on bad guys. Veronica grinned, playing up to his ego. Keith thought for a moment and then came to a decision. Okay. Thanks, dad, Veronica squealed excitedly and kissed him on the cheek. She began to climb the stairs to go back to her room. But you have to have that boyfriend of yours over so that I can grill him. He called after her retreating form. Hes not my boyfriend, she replied good-naturedly. Well, whatever. Keith waved off whatever he was about to respond with and turned his attention to the luggage in the entrance way. He saw Logan in the living room. Do you know anything about this Troy guy? Keith asked him curiously. Logan shrugged. Wouldnt trust him as far as I could throw him. Keith tilted his head slightly, waiting for Logan to elaborate. When the young man didnt explain further Keith nodded tightly as he thought. ~~ Veronica hung her dress on her closet door and looked it over with a sad smile. Fingering the trim, she whispered, This is for you, Lilly. She was always trying to get you into red. Veronica spun around to Logan leaning in her doorway. Wiping her eyes, she closed her closet door. Yeah, she always got mad when she didnt get to pick out my dresses. She stood for a moment biting her lip, nervously shifting her weight. Uh, did you need something? Logan visibly appeared to pull himself back from memory lane. Oh, yeah. Heres your tape. Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out the tape, setting it on the table by her door. I meant to tell you yesterday, it turned out really great. She would have loved it, Veronica replied with a watery smile. Yeah, he nodded and left. Veronica stared after him, lost in thought. She shook her head, clearing her mind. No feeling sorry for Logan Echolls. Feedback please
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Posts: 108 (10/14/05 21:00:18) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Chapter 5 A/N: Sorry, this is long overdue. Enjoy and leave feedback please. As always, major thanks to skk for the beta. Okay, honey, well be back on Monday, Keith yelled back as he left the house with Lynn. Have fun, drive safe. Dont do anything I wouldnt do. Veronica called to them from the kitchen. Lynn stopped suddenly and turned to Veronica. Veronica, dear, do you think you can keep an eye on Logan while were gone? Hes been having a little trouble with the adjustment. Veronica smiled warmly. Sure. No problem. She heard the door shut and she peered through the doorway to ensure Lynn and Keith had gone. Once she confirmed that they had left she bolted upstairs and ran smack into Logan. Oomph! Hey, watch it, Logan growled. Sorry, Veronica mumbled distractedly as she moved past him to her room. Hey, Logan called after her. Veronica stopped by her bedroom door and turned to face Logan. Dont go in my room. Ill know if you did, Logan warned sternly. Veronica rolled her eyes. Logan, get the picture. I dont give a crap about your liquor and porn, so why dont you stop with the threats. You leave me alone. I leave you alone. Its not a difficult concept to grasp. Do I need to write it down for you? Yeah, well, just stay out, Logan said with finality as he turned back to his room to finish gathering his things for the trip. Gladly, she grumbled as she walked into her room and slammed her door loudly. ~~ Well, maybe its like Brigadoon. If you come back in a hundred years, it'll be right back in this spot, Logan slurred through his inebriation. He slumped down onto the concrete where the car had been and stretched out with the relaxed comfort of the truly wasted. Luke looked panicked. Troy, did you lock it? Did I lock it? Troy parroted back, near hysterics. Of course I locked it. Its a Beamer and were barely outside of Mexico, you half-wit. What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do? Luke murmured as he ran his hands roughly through his hair. Who can we call? Troy asked as he paced in the empty parking spot, stepping over Logans body. Troy stopped mid-stride and peered down at Logan. Dont look at me, Logan retorted drunkenly. My moms in L.A. and who the fuck knows where my dad is. I wouldnt call him, either. Id rather walk home. But there is someone at home who can pick us up, Troy mocked, grinning from ear to ear. Sobering, Logan shook his head. No, no, no! What about Luke? Luke turned his attention to Logan. Are you kidding? My parents will kill me. I cant have them come and pick us up. What about Dick? Logan shook his head. Casablancas wedding number four, remember? Troy swore loudly and began pacing again. Shes the only one we can call. Troy reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Shes never going to let me live this down, Logan mumbled as he threw his arm over his eyes. ~~ Thanks for the ride, Logan said as he climbed out of the car in their driveway. I assume youre going to play nice now. Walk in front of the car and well see. Veronica grinned with evil humor. Logan slammed the passenger door shut and walked around the front of the car. Veronica gunned the motor and he smacked the hood with his jacket playfully. He grinned at her and she smirked as she shut off the engine. I thought me driving all the way to the border was playing nice, Veronica shot back as she swung her door open and stepped out. That was a favor for your boyfriend. Admit it. If Troy wasnt there and it was my car stolen you would have left me there to rot. He shot a pointed glance at her. True, she replied lightly, but then frowned. Actually, no. Logan stared at her perplexedly. You see, if I left you there to rot, your mom would find out and then my dad would find out and then hed have my head. It wouldnt be a pretty sight and Ill be damned if I get in trouble for something you did. Veronica grinned up at Logan, who shook his head and turned back to the house. Way to have your priorities in check, Mars, he tossed back as he unlocked the front door and entered the house, Veronica on his heels. Always putting other people first? Yeah, thats me. St. Veronica. Veronica went up the stairs and toward her room to take a nap. No, putting yourself first, Logan said as he leaned against the railing. No, thats your job. Im surprised you fit in this house with the size of your ego. Veronica grinned smugly from the top of the stairs. As soon as her door shut her cell phone went off. She glanced at the display and smiled. Need a ride somewhere? She answered into the phone. Troy laughed on the other end. Well, I was thinking that since this is our last few days together we should enjoy every minute together. Veronica face fell slightly, but she recovered. I have a brilliant idea, she offered. Does it involve a time machine? Troy deadpanned. Why dont I make some phone calls and see if I can track down the car, she said brightly I appreciate it, but I think this is even beyond your super powers. Troy sounded crestfallen. Havent you heard? Ive got friends in low places. She grinned into the phone. She continued to listen to Troy, unaware of Logan eavesdropping on the conversation from the hall. As soon as Logan heard Veronica bid Troy good bye he cracked the door and stuck his head in, seeing Veronica collapse onto the bed with a low sigh. Hey, he called. What? She asked him as she rolled her eyes, exasperated. She was in no mood to deal with Logans attitude right now. Theres a message for your dad downstairs from Ms. James. Something about going to dinner Monday night. He opened the door a little wider and leaned in the doorway, waiting for her reaction. Her jaw dropped. You have got to be kidding me! Logan relished the look on her face. Nope. I mean, I have it downstairs if you want to listen to it, he toyed. Shut up, she growled and threw a pillow at him. He quickly retreated from her room, chuckling happily for delivering the obviously upsetting news. ~~ Veronica came down the stairs the next morning and found her father in the living room sifting through a box. Morning, she said quietly. You guys must have gotten back early. Yeah, I had an eight oclock I needed to make, Keith replied happily. Veronica eyed the box he was going through. Whatcha doin? Oh, I just found a box of your moms stuff while I was unpacking some things. Do you want to go through it? He pushed the box toward her and she shook her head. Okay. Well, Id better get going. Ill take this to storage later. Keith stood and pulled on his jacket. He pecked Veronica on the cheek and left. She stared at the box for a moment and then took a seat on the couch in front of it. She was just pulling out a small red purse when Logan interrupted her. You know, I could always spot you some cash if you need the money. You dont need to have a yard sale. Besides, I think it would detract from the decorum of the community. He leaned against the wall of the entrance to the room and winked at her. Veronicas eyes flickered to him and then back to the item in her hand. She nodded slightly and opened the purse, ignoring Logans taunt. His brow furrowed at her lack of response and he stood up straight. Okay, I see how it is, he spat and spun around, leaving the room. Veronica sighed at his retreating form and looked back to the purse. She opened it and smiled watery as she pulled an old necklace of her mothers. Something caught her eye, however, and she pulled out an envelope hidden inside. She looked at it curiously and opened it, depositing a key into her hand. She fingered it lightly, questions running through her head. ~~ Veronica quickly showered and dressed for school. She settled into the seat of her Le Baron and cranked the engine. Nothing. She tried again and still nothing. She punched the steering wheel and cursed her car. A loud noise distracted her and she looked up to see Logan coming out of the house. She scrambled out of the car and followed after him. No, he threw back over his shoulder at the sounds of her footsteps. You dont even know what Im going to ask, she responded, sickly sweet. I dont care and the answer is still no. He unlocked his car and threw the door open. He reached over to shut it, but Veronicas hand shot out to stop it from closing. I need a ride to school, she said bluntly, hand still on the door. Youre delusional if you think Im letting you in this car, he condescended. Look, contrary to your ego, I dont want to be seen with you any more than you want to be seen with me. Logan merely continued to glare at her. Think of it this way youre repaying me for picking you up and not telling your mother you were busy getting smashed this weekend in TJ. If looks could kill, Veronica would be dead right now. Logans eyes narrowed to slits as he watched Veronica smile sweetly and tilt her head. Fine, he gritted. Veronica bounced victoriously and bounded over to the passenger side of the car. And dont worry, Ill catch a ride home from someone else, she said as she snapped on her seatbelt. The thought never crossed my mind, he mumbled as he drove off. ~~ Veronica walked down the streets of Neptune in a daze. The photos tucked securely in her bag, her mind muddled with thoughts. In her daze, she barely heard Weevil pull up next to her. Whats a fine young lady like yourself walking down the unsafe streets? He pulled his helmet off and settled it on the handlebar of the bike. She turned to him, her eyes still glazed over from being lost in thought. Oh, hey. She shook her head to clear her mind. Um, my car wouldnt start this morning, thus the walking. She smiled embarrassedly and ducked her head. Weevil smirked and reached behind him, grabbing a helmet from the back of the bike. How about a lift? She accepted it gratefully and climbed onto the bike, hugging Weevil closely and allowing her mind to drift back to the photos. They pulled up to her house a few minutes later and bid each other goodbye. Veronica retreated into the house, but halted when she found Logan in the kitchen watching her. He stood in the doorway, arms folded. I know this whole living large thing is new to you, but having the help drive you home is a big no-no. He smirked rudely at her, waiting for her to bite. She glared at him, her earlier conversation with Luke flooding back into her head. She smiled tightly and could feel her blood turn cold. And I know this whole law thing is new to you, but smuggling steroids across the border is a big no-no. Logans face faltered for a moment, but he recovered quickly. You mean the steroids Luke smuggled across the border. His smirk was back in place. Wow, you suck at this Nancy Drew stuff. You should get a new hobby. So you knew he was doing it? She asked in clarification. Do you actually think I would tell you anything? His was tone, cold and bitter. They were locked in a staring contest, each trying to freeze the other with their glare, until Veronicas phone rang. She reluctantly pulled it from her messenger bag and smiled, turning from Logan. Hey, she said softly into the receiver. No, everythings fine. Just a little domestic dispute. She laughed at whatever the caller said. What guy? Veronica walked up the stairs and continued her conversation, quietly whispering to the person on the other line. Logan stared after her, a slight twitch in his eye. ~~ Logan tucked the bottle of Jack back under his bed as he heard a knock on his door. His mother came in and took a seat on the end of his bed. Logan, its four in the afternoon. Dont you think its a little early for happy hour? Lynn reached under the bed and pulled the out the bottle. Logan snorted, his only response to her question. Lynn sighed heavily. I know things have been rough, sweetie, but I really think that if you made an effort things would go a lot more smoothly. Logan laughed mirthlessly. Right, yeah, because its my fault. Lynn shook her head. No, thats not what I mean and you know it. I only mean that Veronica and you arent on the best terms. I think if you try and be a little nicer to her the tension around here may dissipate slightly. With Keith and me being gone so frequently I think its important that you and Veronica stick together in case anything should happen. Logan shot his mother a pointed glare. Veronica is perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Besides, I have no interest in being around her any more than necessary. Its already torturous enough with the limited interaction we do have. Lynn was becoming slightly annoyed with his attitude. Ive had just about enough of this, Logan. She stood and faced him, obviously upset and shaken. I have worked very hard for you to have a better life. Keith and Veronica are helping with that and you could at least show them a little bit of respect. Her eyes were alight from the heated discussion. I dont understand what happened. You and she used to be such good friends. Why are you so angry with her? Logan stood and paced the room. You want to know why? She turned her back on us, on Lilly, on Duncan, on me. She chose her father over us. Why doesnt she deserve my hate? He spat out bitterly. Lynn sat back down and allowed her sons words to sink in. After a few moments she spoke. I would hope you would do the same for me, she said softly. Logan looked at her with a puzzled expression. If there was something I believed in deep down I would hope you would do what she did and stand by me. she clarified. She reached out and took Logans hand, rubbing it soothingly. Its not her fault Logan. You should stop blaming her. She looked up and met his gaze, getting her point across. And yourself. ~~ Veronica could hear Logan and Lynns heated conversation from her room as she packaged cell phones to send to her mothers friends and family. She worked to stay focused on the task, but their yelling was breaking through. Finally, she had enough and shoved everything under her bed. She needed a break from the drama. She quickly changed and headed downstairs and out to the backyard. She dove into the pool and swam under the water nearly two lengths before surfacing. She took in gasps of air when she broke through the water and rubbed the droplets from her eyes. She swam over to the stairs and sat on the middle step, allowing the water to edge up to her chin. Leaning back, she wondered how her life had gotten so out of control. Her father and Lynn constantly gone. Her father dating Ms. James. Her boyfriend being sent off to Catholic school in Albuquerque. Logan always picking fights with her. She had to take one thing at a time. Her father and Logan were things she couldnt control, but finding Troys car was. She knew shed need her fathers help, but was reluctant to ask. It would only bring up more questions than answers and the last thing she needed was her father poking around her new boyfriend. Sighing, she lifted her head and rubbed her temples, trying to sooth away the tension. When she eventually opened her eyes she was surprised to find Logan watching her from a lounger across the pool. Her eyes immediately narrowed. She didnt want to deal with him right now. She had more important things to worry about than poor little rich boys attitude problems. She stood and got out of the pool, reaching for a nearby towel and wrapped it around her shivering body. She pointedly ignored Logans stare and continued around the edge of the pool to the nearby cabana. She had to hand it to Lynn, always living in style. She found the mini-fridge stocked with Skist and retrieved one. Opening it and taking a large sip, she continued not to look at Logan. Finally, she couldnt take it anymore. What? She exclaimed, exasperated. Logan didnt speak, instead continued to watch her intently with his piercing gaze. After another moment, Veronica gathered herself and squared her shoulders. She walked purposefully around the pool and stood directly in front of Logan, looking him straight in the eyes. When she spoke, she said her words softly, allowing them to sink in with full affect. I hate you too, you know. She immediately turned on her heel and retreated back into the house, leaving Logan to think about her words in solitude. ~~ Logan woke the next morning to the sound of yelling streaming into his room from downstairs. He blinked his eyes several times as he worked to pull his mind from its dreamy haze. You could find anyone, Veronica screamed. Well, maybe I dont want to find your mother, Keith shouted back at her. Shes not coming back, Veronica. We need to move on. You mean you need to move on. You know Rebecca was arrested for passing bad checks, she bit out at her father. That was a long time ago. We all make mistakes, he defended loudly. Logan heard a chair scrape against the floor as he strained to hear the words between father and daughter. He almost expected to hear the crack of a belt, but then he realized that that only occurred in his home when there were fights. He shook his head roughly and rolled out of bed, heading downstairs. He really didnt care he was interrupting their argument. Maybe he could even get to see it first hand. Veronica and her perfect relationship with her perfect father. What a joke. No ones perfect. The only people that are, are in the cheesy movies his mother always starred in. Logan walked into the kitchen expecting to see Keith hovering over Veronica menacingly, warning her to drop the subject. Instead, he found only Veronica huddled at the kitchen table with her legs pulled up to her chest and her chin resting on her knees. Logan could see her cheeks were still wet from tears and resisted the sudden odd urge to brush them away. Walking over to the refrigerator, Logan stole a backward glance at her shaking form. He couldnt take it anymore. Whats up with you, he asked in a condescending tone, as if she wasnt allowed to be upset. Her eyes immediately shot to him, almost like she had not realized he had entered the room. Her features immediately stiffened and she stood from the chair, glaring at him. None of your damn business, she said coolly, and stormed from the room, a piece of paper clutched in her hand. ~~ Veronica returned late that night, frustrated. She dropped her messenger bag to the floor and sunk into the sofa. Why did things always have to be so difficult for her? She turned and saw the lights on by the pool. Warily, she made her way outside and found Logan swimming laps. She watched, oddly mesmerized by his lean body streaking through the water. She blinked once, bringing herself back to reality and she shook her head. She turned to head back into the house, but Logan caught her before she made it to the door. What are you doing out here? He asked, panting from his laps. Veronica was thankful for her poorly light surroundings to hide her blush. Uh, I saw the lights on. I just came out to see what it was. Veronica fidgeted nervously, trying to avoid looking at Logan as he got out and toweled off. Why are you swimming at night, anyway? Logan shrugged. No sunburn to worry about. No nosey neighbors trying to sneak a peak at my hot bod. Veronica couldnt hold back a snort at his remark. Surprisingly, though, Logan let out a small laugh as well, causing Veronica to meet his gaze in wonder. Their eyes locked briefly, but Logans broke away quickly and he shrugged again. I do it every night. Helps get things off my mind. Veronica nodded absently. Well, I will let you get back to it, then. She turned toward the door, but again Logan called out. So, did you find Troys car? Veronica glanced back sadly. No, no luck. She walked back into the house, new questions forming in her brain. She passed the kitchen island and something caught her eye. A brown folder lay on it with Troys name written across the closure and a post-it stuck to it. She picked it up curiously and read the note. Veronica, This is for you. You can choose to open it or not. I didnt read it. Love, Dad Veronica gnawed on her lower lip as she examined the folder in her hands. ~~ Veronica was rushing out the door just as Logan was coming in, back from school. She brushed past him quickly, yelling back to him over her shoulder. Your mom and my dad went back up to LA. I wont be back until late. You have the house to yourself. Try not to trash it while Im gone. Hey, where are you going? Logan watched as Veronica raced across the lawn to her car and hopped in, foregoing the door. Mexican border. She started the car and grinned when it turned over. Logan bit his lip and then called out to her. Wait. He walked down to her car and leaned on edge of the drivers door. Veronica eyed him warily. Youre never gonna make it down there in this hunk of junk. He thumped his finger against the door and grinned. Ill drive. ~*~ Okay, give me a boost. Veronica hissed. Logan looked at her like she was insane. Okay. You really should hold on to that outfit, it might come back in fashion soon. Veronica glared at him. Give me a boost up. I need to get into the air vent. First you need to come to the border, then you need to sneak into the mens john and now you need to get into the vent. Whats the matter with you? He demanded. Is this some new skank trick to bring in the business? Veronica leveled him with a killing glance. Lukes steroids are up there. Logan gave her another insane look. How do you figure? Can we just get them before somebody comes in here? She snapped. Logan eyed her warily, sure that she was up to something. He pushed her aside and stretched up to the vent. His expression changed to amazement when he pulled out a paper-wrapped package. Ah-hah! Veronica smirked with triumph and carefully opened the packet. She walked over to one of the stalls. What are you doing? Logan leaned in the stalls doorway and watched Veronica curiously. Flushing Troys steroids down the toilet, she stated matter-of-factly. What? Logan folded his arms across is chest as he continued to stare at her. Do you have a better way of disposing of them? Wait, never mind. I dont want to know. You really are an odd duck, Logan laughed and shook his head. She opened her bag and pulled out a handful of candy, shoving it into the packaging envelope. Do I want to know why? He watched her, his interest peaked. Hell know somethings up if its empty. This way he wont know the drugs are gone until I want him to know, she explained. She stopped suddenly and looked up at him. Why arent you stopping me? Logan let out a loud laugh. I never liked the guy. Seeing you screw him over is like icing on the cake. Veronica laughed and turned back to the package, filling it with the candy. Once it was full she pulled a slip of paper from her back pocket. And now for the finishing touch. She slipped the paper in the envelope and resealed it. She turned to Logan with the package in hand. To her surprise, he didnt take in from her. Instead Logan lifted her so that she could replace the fake bag of steroids back in the ceiling tile. She hopped down feeling relieved. So, whatd ya say we blow this taco stand? She nodded her head toward the door. Logan gave her a small smile and put his hand on her back, pushing her out the door. Feedback Please
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Posts: 108 (11/04/05 14:43:55) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	A/N - Sorry, this took longer than planned. But here you go! Thank you, skk, for beta. Chapter 6 Kids? Were home, Keith called as he stepped through the threshold with Lynn. Veronica popped her head out of the kitchen and smiled. Welcome back. Youre home just in time for dinner. I assume the trip was good. She looked at them expectantly. They had yet to say anything regarding their frequent trips to LA and Veronica was beginning to wonder if it was more than just meetings with lawyers. Lynn was grinning ear to ear. Wheres Logan? We have big new to share with you two. Veronica glanced between the two adults suspiciously. Hes in his room, last I saw. Lynn nodded and ascended the stairs. When she reached Logans door she knocked hard over the sound of his music playing loudly. Go away, he yelled. I told you before, Im not helping you cook. Lynn shook her head and called out loudly to be heard over the music. Logan! The music was shut off abruptly. Logan wrenched the door open a moment later, breathless and glassy-eyed. Lynn looked her son up and down then sighed. Come meet us downstairs. I have something to tell you and Veronica. She turned away, but then turned back with a mothers knowing look. And I suggest you zip up you pants, honey. Logan looked down and blushed crimson. He yanked his t-shirt down to cover his twisted boxers and open fly. Lynn swept down the stairs. Logan entered the living room a few minutes later looking flushed and disheveled. Veronica glanced over his state and raised a questioning eyebrow. He took a seat at the opposite end of the room, not meeting anyones gaze. So, Veronica began, turning her gaze to her father. Whats this big news? Well, its really Lynns big news, so Ill let her tell you guys. Keith smiled warmly at Lynn, who nodded in appreciation. Well, while we were up in LA I found out about a new film that some old friends of mine were casting. So, these last few weeks we have been traveling to LA for auditions and screen tests. Lynn paused looked from Veronica to Logan. And I got the part, she gushed. Veronica smiled broadly and hugged Lynn. Congratulations. Thats great. Logan stood by silently, watching the exchange. When Lynn turned to him, he gave her a small smile and hugged her lightly. When Logan pulled away he couldnt meet his mothers eyes. He quietly went back to his room, leaving the joyous group behind him. Logan was staring at the ceiling when a light knock came on the door. Come in, he responded hoarsely. Lynn entered the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. Youre not happy about this, are you? He turned to look at his mom. Im happy for you. I just youre going to be on set a lot, arent you? Lynn sighed and grabbed her sons hand. I will, but filming will be in LA, so I should only be gone for a few days at a time. Logan swallowed back the lump in his throat and nodded. He remembered what it was like when Lynn would be gone on set when he was younger. If his father was home he was beaten almost daily. If his father wasnt home, he was horribly lonely and ached for human interaction. Lynn stroked his hand idly. Logan, I know its difficult for you to understand, but this is a great opportunity for me to get back into acting. The script is phenomenal and it wouldnt hurt to have the money. Your father is going to fight every step of the way to keep every penny he can. I dont want to have to rely on that. I want you to have a better life without him. And a stepping stone to that life is me doing this movie. Itll pay off this house, pay for your spending habits. She looked at her son and winked playfully. What about the Marses? I dont see them helping out, Logan responded bitterly. Lynn looked at her son sadly. Logan, Keith is helping out more than you know. Logan snorted derisively. Im sure he is. Lynn stood and stared down at him. Logan, you have no idea what he has done for us. He has helped us when everyone in this town turned their backs to him. When we turned our backs to him. Maybe if you started thinking about other people, instead of yourself, youd see just how much they have done for us. With that, Lynn turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, but not before pausing at the door. Veronica made dinner. I suggest you join us. She slammed the door behind her. ~~ Everyone at the table sat in silence, unable to find anything to say. Veronica chewed on her lower lip and cast sidelong glances at Logan, who was pushing his food around on his plate. Finally, Keith spoke up. Veronica, Im going to need you to contact a couple of clients and let them know I wont be able to take their cases. Veronica looked up in shock. What?! Why not? Im going to be going with Lynn when she takes her trips to LA. I wont have the time to keep up with the cases, her father responded. No, Dad, you cant. Whatll happen to Mars Investigations. She protested. You cant just close it down. Veronica was staring intently at her father. No, Im not going to shut it down. Ill just be on hiatus, he told her flatly. Then what am I supposed to do? She demanded. Normal teenage girl things. Like paint your toe nails and talk on the phone. Veronica cringed. You know I cant do that, Dad. She paused in thought. What if we stay open and only take a few light cases? Only some surveillance jobs. You know I can handle those. No, Veronica, Keith spoke adamantly. Dad, please, she begged. I mean, whatll happen to your reputation if you suddenly shut down the office? No one will want to go to Keith Mars, sometimes PI, she told him pointedly. Keith sighed. She did have a point. If he wanted to maintain credibility in Neptune, he couldnt just shut down the office for a few months. Fine, he finally admitted. But only light surveillance work. Cheating spouses, that sort of thing. And I dont want you going alone. Take Backup. Veronica grinned triumphantly. I always do. Lynn looked at Keith nervously. Keith, are you sure thats such a good idea? I mean, Veronica out there all by herself? She could get hurt. Dont worry about me, Lynn, Veronica chimed in. Ive done it before and Backup will take care of me. Lynn still was not placated. I dont know Veronica. I would feel horrible if something were to happen to you while we were gone and you were working a case. Lynns gaze shifted slightly to Logan. Why dont you go with her, Logan? Logan drew his gaze up from his plate to his mother. Huh? Why dont you go with Veronica when she has to go on a case for her father? Lynn smiled sweetly at Logan. Logans eyes bounced from Veronicas scowling face to his mothers grin. Uh, I dont think so, he shook his head. Besides, I have better things to do in the evenings than check out pervs in skeevy hotels. Like what? Lynn asked lightly. Play video games and masturbate? Veronica choked on her food and Logans face flushed bright red. Keith clamped his mouth shut to stifle his laughter and Lynn stared at Logan, straight faced. Fine, Logan grumbled lowly. Excellent, Lynn said as she clapped her hands together triumphantly. I have a few meetings I have to get to this week. And, Veronica, if he gives you any lip, let me know. Veronica nodded, working hard to hold back her giggles. ~~ Veronica was going through a few files at Mars Investigations when she heard the door swing open. She looked up from her papers and grinned, seeing Wallace swoop into the room and onto the couch. So, how goes it? He asked, settling his books on the table. Not too bad. I have a stakeout tonight, so Im getting out of that horrid house. Hopefully Logan will be drunk and passed out by the time I get home. She grabbed a folder and shoved it into her bag. Wallace looked up at her curiously. Didnt your dad say Logan was supposed to go with you? Veronica settled down next to him and gave him a pointed look. Wallace, do you really expect me, she pointed to herself, Veronica Mars, to take my arch nemesis with me on a stakeout? I realize you may think Im a little crazy, but thats just plain stupid! All right, girl, but dont expect me to hold back that I told you so when your dad finds out and busts that vein in his neck. He gestured to his neck and tightened the muscles to illustrate his point. Veronica laughed at his impression and gave him a punch to the arm. Dont worry. Nothings going to happen. Ive done this a thousand times. Wallace simply shook his head at her and returned to his homework. ~~ Veronica sat in her Le Baron and sipped her cold, stale coffee, waiting for her mark to come into view. Mr. Marsters went in an hour ago, but she had not gotten a clear shot of his lady friend. So, Veronica was forced to wait for a post-coital snap. She checked the clock readout on her dash and groaned. She had been waiting for an hour and a half now. She understood men had their needs, but this was cutting into prime study time for her history exam. Finally, the door to room two-o-five opened and Veronica sat up in her seat. She snatched her camera from the passenger chair. She quickly snapped off a round of pictures, chock full of the uncontrolled libido of Mr. Marsters and his rather young looking mistress making out as he attempted to leave. She continued taking pictures as he walked toward his car in the Camelots lot, but she paused when he looked her way. She realized he must have seen her when he began to storm across the lot. Her breath hitched and she scrambled to hide her camera and start her car. She turned the key and the car sputtered. No, no, no, she cried. This cannot be happening. She cranked the engine again, and still nothing. Hey, Marsters called to her. Hey, you! What are you doing? He was only a foot away from her now and was reaching for her door. Who the hell are you? He asked as he attempted to open her door. Finding it locked, he began to pound on her windows while she frantically tried to start her car. Shit, shit, shit, she muttered under her breath, still trying her key. What the hell am I gonna do? Hey! A different male voice called out this time. Veronica turned in time to see Marsters slump against her car and slide down to the ground. She followed his sinking figure until it was out of sight, beyond her window. She sighed in relief and looked up to see who had struck him. Her relief was quickly replaced with shock and anger as she saw Logan on the other side of the glass. What are you doing here? She opened her door, barely missing Marsters head and climbed out of her car. How have you managed to stay alive this long, Veronica, he mocked. I mean, if I hadnt come along, who would have known what could have happened? He stepped over Marsters and into Veronicas personal space. You know, a thank you would be appropriate. Veronicas face soured. Fine. Thank you. He laughed hollowly. Wow, say it like you mean it, Mars. She rolled her eyes at him and crossed her arms. What are you doing here? Logan smirked and leaned one arm on the hood of her car. Well, as I recall, I was supposed to go with you on these little outings. But, someone failed to tell me when she would be going. I saw you try* to sneak out without me noticing, so I knew you were heading over here. He grinned triumphantly, but then his features turned to one of curiosity. Are stakeouts always this long? Cause I gotta tell you, I have better things to do on my nights. His smirk returned, along with a playful glint in his eyes. Yeah, like jerking off. And much like you, I had things well in hand, she huffed, stepping over Marsters and slamming her door closed. I would have been perfectly fine if you hadnt come along. Veronica moved to the hood of her car and popped it open while Logan looked on disgustedly. Sure, he said as his lip curled. Im sure you would have made your grand escape at any minute before I knocked that dude on his ass. Well, well never know now. Will we? She peered around the hood at Logan with a freezing glare. She began poking at a few of the hoses under the hood and then called out to Logan. Can you do me a favor and try and start the car? Logan let his head loll back and his shoulders slump in resignation. I save your ass and now I have to do you a favor? Veronica adapted a sickly sweet tone. Well, the sooner we finish the sooner you can go home and have fun with your girly magazines. She heard a loud thump and Logan swearing lowly. She looked around and saw Logan rubbing the back of his head. I dont need magazines, he growled. My imagination is sufficient enough. He looked over to her staring at him and shot her a cocky smirk. She shook her head and went back to work under the hood. Too much information. She moved to tell him to try the engine again, but found him standing right behind her, smiling widely. Oh, I dont know, Ronnie, he drawled. Im sure you would love to know what goes on in here. He tapped his forehead. Sorry, but I dont want to cross over to the dark side, she deadpanned and slammed the hood shut. She got back into her car and turned the key. Still nothing. She sunk into her chair, frustration evident. Logan leaned on the door frame, watching her, until they heard a low groan. They both looked at the ground and saw Marsters beginning to stir. Veronica shot Logan a panicked look and he immediately pulled her out of the car, steering her down the street and around the corner. She started to ask him where he was taking her when she saw a familiar yellow car ahead of her. He directed her into the passenger seat and hurried over into the drivers seat. He started the car with no issues and sped off into the night. They sat in silence for the next few minutes before Veronica spoke. Thanks. You already thanked me, he told her flatly. I actually mean it this time, she said quietly as she stared out the window. Logan glanced over at her, gauging her sincerity. Instead, he realized how small she was. He quickly drew his eyes back to road. He didnt want to think about vulnerable Veronica. He wanted to hate her, but his mothers words kept ringing in his ears. If there was something I believed in deep down I would hope you would do what she did. He shook his head to clear his mind. He was Logan Echolls. He was hard and sharp and didnt care about other peoples feelings. He didnt care about Veronica Mars and how difficult things had been for her and how she still managed to hold her own, even when he was treating her like she was less than dirt. Dammit! He needed to think about something else. Think about how she betrayed them. How she turned her back on all of her friends. How she believed in something so strongly that she would suffer the wrath of everyone, of him, to find the truth. Logan pulled into the driveway and let out a low breath. His hand was on the handle to get out when Veronica spoke again. Youre not gonna tell my dad, are you? He looked over and she was still staring out the window. She looked so helpless, he felt himself feeling sorry for her. No. Theres nothing to tell. She turned to him, surprise written on her face. Logan rolled his eyes. Dont give me that look, Mars. Im not always evil. Veronica snorted. Thats a new one. She climbed out and went around the car to Logans side as he got out as well. Here I thought you were the devil incarnate. She grinned widely at the crack and Logan simply shook his head. He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her toward the house. She pretended to resist, but giggled her way up to the house. Logan swung the door open with a flourish and motioned for Veronica to enter first, which she obliged. She dropped her bag in the entry and trudged up the stairs, Logan behind her. They branched off when they reached Logans door. He paused just inside his doorway and leaned back out, watching Veronica continue on to her own her. Hey, he called out. She turned around and looked at him questioningly. I was gonna go for a swim. Race you down there? He raised a challenging eyebrow. Youre so on, she smiled evilly before she burst into a sprint down the hall to her room to change. Logan reached the doors to the backyard just in time to see Veronica wave at him and jump into the water. He shook his head and slid open the door, padding his way over to the edge of the pool. He sat down on the side and let his feet dangle in the water as Veronica swam up to him. Sorry, too slow, she mocked when she emerged. She propped her arms up on the ledge next to him. Try again. He lowered himself into the pool, a low hiss escaping his mouth as his skin sunk deeper in the cold water. His feet touched the rough bottom and he dropped his body under the water, completely submerging himself. He popped back up and wiped the trickling water off his face. He turned to where Veronica had been to find her gone. He glanced around and saw her floating on her back in the middle of the pool. He stood, admiring the way her body skimmed the surface of the water, her hands idly stroking to keep her afloat. He waded over to her, the water reaching his chest, and tugged her ankle, sending her body flailing as she tried to stay above water. She righted herself and frowned at him. I was relaxing, she pouted. I owed you for beating me, he reasoned. Her eyes narrowed on his and before he knew it, she threw her tiny frame at him with all her might, wrapping her arms around his head and forcing him under the water. He had a split second to react and grabbed her around the knees, sending her under with him. Her arms wrapped around his neck in an attempt to keep from going under, but only served to anchor herself to him and his path below the waters surface. Logan got his feet back under himself and pushed back up, breaking the surface. He gripped Veronicas waist and helped her up to oxygen. She gasped from the surprise attack when she resurfaced, her arms tightening around Logans neck. She glared at him, but he couldnt stifle the laughter bubbling up from his stomach. She attempted to keep a straight face, but the sound was contagious and soon she was in a fit as well. After a few moments, their laughter subsided, however they still remained locked to one another by their hands and arms. Their eyes met, inches from each others faces, their breath mixing between them. Logans hand came up and smoothed a stray bit of hair away from her face. Veronica leaned into his touch without breaking her gaze from him. Logan moved in slightly closer, his lips almost touching hers. Thud! Veronicas eyes widened and they both looked to the house. Her grasp on Logan tightened and he looked back at her. He raised a finger to his lips, telling her to remain silent. Stay here, he whispered. Veronica shook her head in the negative. He ran his hands soothingly over her arms and around his neck, lightly gripping her wrists and pulling to release her arms from around him. He silently moved to the steps of the pool and got out, creeping along the walkway to the entrance to the house. Veronica moved to the side of the pool without making a sound, peeking out over the edge with dread in her eyes. Logan checked that she was staying in place and entered the house. Logan moved through the kitchen, water dripping from his body and hitting the floor was the only sound. He reached the doorway to the entrance hall and peered around. When nothing was in sight, he inched his way across the hall to the living room. Seeing something move out of the corner of his eye, he spun around in time to see dark figure rush past him, shoving him out of the way and out the front door. He regained his balance and attempted to grab the person, but when he burst into the front yard there was no one around. He viewed up and down the street suspiciously, but there was nothing. Veronica gripped the edge of the pool so tightly her knuckles were quickly turning white. She let out a relieved sigh when Logan emerged from the house unscathed. She climbed out of the pool and rushed to him, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. What was that? She asked hoarsely. Logan shook his head. Someone was here, but they got away before I could catch them. He reached out and stroked her arm reassuringly. He let out a resigned breath and nodded his head to the house. Cmon, lets call your dad and get you to bed. Veronica nodded mutely and allowed Logan to guide her into the house, turning on every light along their path. Have I told you feedback is like crack? Addictive as hell!
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Posts: 40 (12/09/05 17:55:44) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	A/N: I know, it took forever for me to make an update. My sincerest apologies. All my stories will now be rotated out so that none fall behind. Chapter 7 Veronica had successfully dodged Logan after their almost kiss a week earlier. She wasnt sure what to make of it, so she didnt say anything about it. She wasnt about to give him any more ammunition to torture her. She left early for school and stayed at the office until her dad went home for the evening, then retreated to her room without a word to anyone. Keith had been even more protective than ever after the break in. He had a security system installed and insisted it be on at all times, even when they were home. On more than one occasion Veronica had accidentally set it off and come face to face with her father, gun drawn, dressed in his undershirt and boxes. Not a sight she wished to see again. Lamb, obviously, was of no assistance, claiming Veronica and Logan had made up the incident in an attempt to garner more attention. Veronica made a note to send Lamb a special present later, in thanks for his wonderful help. Veronica was looking forward to the weekend. Relaxation and some much needed BFF time. It also gave her an excuse to stay away from Logan which was a plus, or a minus, depending on her mindset when she thought of him. She found when she was alone and bored, her mind would drift to him and start analyzing the incident. She was sitting in her fathers office, doing just that, when her cell rang, bringing her mind back to reality. She answered it quickly, without looking at the caller ID. Hello? Hey, Veronica. Its Sarah. The voice called out through the phone, cheerily. Veronica smiled at the memory of her old upstairs neighbor. Hey. How have you been? Hows the baby? Oh, the babys good. Were good. I was just calling because we got some of your mail. Do you want me to bring it by? You dont have to do that. Youre about to burst. The last thing you need to do is run around town. I can come by and get it. I havent seen you in forever. We should catch up. Veronica offered. Okay, Sarah paused for a moment and then continued hesitantly. Uh, can I ask a favor? Veronicas brow instinctively furrowed. Sure, she responded cautiously. Well, Andre is working on a painting and I hate to ask, but I have a doctors appointment tomorrow. Do you think you can give me a ride? I totally understand if you say no, she rushed out in one breath. Not a problem at all, Veronica smiled into the phone. What time do you need me to pick you up? Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. Thank you so much, Veronica. Can you pick me up at ten? Ill be there. ~~ Logan knew Veronica was dodging him. It was hard for him not to notice her scurry into the crowd any time he came within view. He knew why she left early for school, hid out in the girls bathroom in between classes and didnt come home until she was sure he was in his room. Why she was doing it was the part that bothered him. They almost kissed. So what? No big deal. Hed done a lot more with a lot of other girls. Why did this particular girl bother him more? Why did she have to be in his thoughts constantly, even while he slept? That was the constantly nagging thought that had been bothering him since he moved in. Somehow, Veronica had weaseled her way into his subconscious, sneaking up on him when he least expected it. When he closed his eyes at night he would force his mind to concentrate on school, the next party, anyone, anything, except for Veronica. As long as it wasnt Veronica soft skin, smooth legs, delicately curved hips, pouting lips Dammit!* He was doing it again. He mentally berated himself for thinking of her like that. She was quickly becoming a more prominent fantasy in his minds eye than the latest issue of Playboy. Although, he shouldnt be too angry, she was helping to relieve his early morning tension, but just not in the way he really wanted. Dammit! Baseball, baseball, baseball aw, fuck! Logan heard the front door slam and Veronica calling out to see if anyone was home. Her voice came closer, speaking rapidly. I just have to take care of a few things, she said as she neared the top of the stairs. I swear I wont be late, Wallace. Theres no way Im missing Chappell. Now he had her voice in his head, calling to him, gasping his name. He knew it wasnt real, but he could have sworn that he felt her hot breath on his neck. He jumped at the sensation and bolted for the bathroom. A cold shower was definitely in order. After he managed to calm his nerves, he dressed and slipped out of his room. He looked down the hall towards Veronicas room and then back at the stairs, debating if he wanted to corner her and have a little chat or save himself the humiliation and get out of the house, unnoticed. He took a calming breath and took a few steps towards her room, but stopped abruptly, nerves overcoming him. He turned back around and headed for the stairs, but stopped again. He turned and stopped a few more times until Veronicas door swung open. Veronica stepped into the hall, but froze when she saw Logan staring at her. She gripped her messenger bag tightly and then squared herself, masking her nervousness. She walked up to him brusquely and then past him, down the stairs and out the front door. Logan stood for a moment longer, trying to process what had just happened. He finally snapped out of his daze when he heard her car start. He darted down the stairs and out the door just in time to see her car round the corner at the end of the street. He fished out his keys from his pocked and dashed across the lawn to his car. He had to talk to her, figure out what was going on in that head of hers. One minute their bodies were pressed together and the next her eyes were shooting daggers at him. Why didnt she confront him, why didnt she yell at him? Why didnt she smother him with her hot mouth and wet tongue Dammit! He needed to figure out what was going on and what better way than to go straight to the source. However, by the time he made it out of the community he had no idea where she had gone. He peered down the street in both directions, but no luck. Logan punched the steering wheel roughly in aggravation. Maybe he just needed a break. Maybe a little mindless video games with the Casablancas brothers was in order. He nodded to himself in reassurance and swung the car to the right. Hed need some snacks before he went over, so he went into town. What are video games without chips and soda? Logan was on his way over to the Casablancas house, with provisions, when he saw a familiar Le Baron. Before he could stop himself, he pulled the car into a spot across the street. He glanced in his rearview mirror and noticed the blond perched on the hood, no doubt reading for her AP English class. He was about to step out of the car and approach her when the roar of motorcycles stopped him. He glanced around and saw a flock of bikes heading down the street. The bikes came to a stop next to Veronica. Logan saw Veronica flash Weevil a smile and hopped off her car. Logans stomach dropped as his mind raced back to the beginning of the year and his encounter with the gang leader. He was in no mood for a repeat performance. Besides, he and Veronica seemed to be close. He watched as the two tapped their fists in a friendly gesture. Then Veronica began to speak, her eyes darting toward the store and then back at Weevil and his gang. A little too close. Logan continued to observe the pair and their discussion, his stomach in knots as he tried to comprehend why Veronica was with Weevil and his cronies. Where they dating? No way! First Lilly, now Veronica? What is with everyone? The group walked into the clothing boutique that Veronica had been stationed in front of and Logan watched as the bikers began to trash the place. Veronica went in and spoke to the manager, her kick ass pose in place. Leave it to her to get a discount the hard way. The disgruntled manager left and Logan thought the cops would be blazing up the street any minute, but then the man returned and handed Veronica a book. She quickly snatched it from his hands and grabbed a hold of Weevils arm, pulling him to the door. Logan couldnt watch anymore. The touches, the smiles, it was grating on his last nerve. He quickly threw the car into drive and sped off back to the house, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly. ~~ Veronica bounded up the stairs, Sarahs journal clasped securely against her chest. She thrust the door to her room open and collided with something solid, falling to the ground. She looked up to find Logan bending down to help her up. She quickly brushed his hands away and stood on her own. What are you doing in here? She snapped. Logan looked away nervously. Im having problems with my computer. I thought Id try yours. Veronica bent down and picked up her bag, pulling her laptop out. Obviously its not here. She set it on her desk carefully. No one uses my computer. I dont want you downloading porn onto it. She knew she was being a little harsh, but she had a missing girl to find and no time to deal with Logan and her quasi-feelings for him. Logan held up his hands in defeat and moved to leave, but stopped short. He bent down and scooped up the forgotten journal, holding it out for her. He recognized it as the book the manager had given her. You dropped your journal. Her eyes narrowed and she snatched the journal from his hands. Its not mine, she said pointedly. Logan rolled his eyes and used this thumb and forefinger to form an okay gesture. Its not, she continued to protest. Whatever you say, he said, in mock belief, while trying to suppress a grin. Ugh. She tossed the book aside and put her hands on her hips. I was supposed to take an old neighbor of mine to the doctors this morning. When I got there she didnt answer and she hasnt been answering my calls. Logan snorted. Maybe she realized who she asked to take her. Shes pregnant. I got worried, she said meekly. So, you thought youd pry into her private life? How does that help her? He asked, disbelievingly. Not everythings a conspiracy, Veronica. Maybe she got another ride and forgot to call and has been busy all day. Its called a life. You should try it sometime. Yes, he was one to talk. He was the one who spent the day staring after her and following her around town. No, thats not stalkerish at all. He set his jaw in hopes of masking the thoughts swirling in his head. No, thats not what I was doing, she defended. Her boyfriend said she does this sometimes, runs off. Her parents just got into town and theyre worried. Why dont you let the police handle it, then? He wondered, clearly confused. Have you met Lamb? They guy could care less unless it involves the 09 zip code. She may not be rich, but she deserves help, Veronica reasoned. So, what? Youre the one whos going to give her this help? Veronica, you cant solve every mystery. Some things arent meant to be found out, he argued. Weevils tattoo of Lillys name suddenly came into sharp focus in his head and he shut his eyes in an attempt to dislodge the image. The only secrets that people dont want found out are the ones that get them into trouble, she told him with conviction, her voice rising. A light knock came to her door and Veronica and Logan turned to see Lynn looking at them rather curiously. Logan, could I see you for a moment? Lynn disappeared as quickly as she came. Logan turned back to Veronica and fixed her with a stare. Leave it alone, Veronica. Logan left the room and found his mother sitting on his bed in his bedroom. He closed the door and regarded her worried features. What? He asked her curtly. Lynn took a moment to compose herself before meeting Logans gaze. Youre father wants you to come over this weekend. He found out that I was working on the movie and he feels that you shouldnt be left unsupervised. She nervously fidgeted with her necklace and she waited for Logans reaction. Cant I say no? Isnt this my choice? His asked angrily. Short of me quitting this movie, there is no way we can deny him his request. He is your father. She looked defeated as Logan came to sit next to her on the bed. She rubbed his back soothingly. If anything happens, I want you to call me and come straight here. Hes been in a foul mood since we left and theres no telling what hell do, but he cant afford incidents. Just, please, dont instigate. ~~ Veronica was curled up on the couch, watching a movie, when she heard her dad come home. He appeared in the living room a few minutes later. Would you care to explain to me why, after I told you not to, you got involved with Sarahs disappearance? He asked her sternly. Veronica chewed her lower lip and sat up. Im sorry, Dad, but I didnt know what happened and I thought Andre might have done something to her. They were always fighting and I was worried he would go too far. Veronica, these are adults. You have to stay out of these things. You should have let me handle it. Her parents hired me, not you, he told her. I know, its just that, after I found out that Andre wasnt the babys father I thought he may have gotten mad and hurt her or the baby, Veronica pleaded. Keith sighed and took a seat next to Veronica. He knows the baby isnt his. He does? Veronica asked, astonished. Yeah. Keith nodded. You kind of have to admire a man who would raise a kid he knew wasnt his. Veronica wasnt sure how to respond, so she sat in silence. So, are there any other cases youre working on without my knowledge? Keith joked. Veronica smiled warmly at her father. Not this week, she told him honestly. Keith pulled himself from the couch. Well, I have got to take Lynn to LA tomorrow. Logan will be at his dads this weekend, so you have the house to yourself. Dont get in any trouble and lock everything. And dont stay up too late watching those movies. Wallaces mom wants him home by midnight, he warned. Veronica nodded her agreement and turned her attention back to the television as Keith left the room. However, he popped his head back in again. Hey? Any idea who the father is? Veronica looked at him, confused for a moment. Of Sarahs baby? She shook her head. No. But it might be the guy who raped her. Keith immediately straightened. She was raped? Yeah, when she was living in Ohio. Then she met Andre and they moved out here, she explained. Why didnt you tell me this sooner? He admonished. Veronica was taken aback. I didnt think it was important to the case. Thats kinda of a private matter. Keith grabbed his keys from the table and ran out the door, leaving a stunned Veronica behind. A moment later, Logan trotted down the stairs, looking at the front door curiously. Did your dad just come home and leave again? Veronica nodded, still processing the events. Why? Veronicas mouth opened and closed several times before words came out. I mentioned Sarah was raped and he bolted. Logan snorted. Just because she regretted it afterwards, didnt mean she didnt like it during. Veronicas mouth dropped open in shock. What? Logan cocked a curious eyebrow at her. You think she deserved it? Veronicas throat felt like it was full of sand. She couldnt swallow as she gazed wide-eyed at Logan. Im not saying she deserved it. Im just saying that some girls call it rape when really its just regret, Logan shrugged. What the hell would you know? Veronica stood and stormed passed Logan. Youre a heartless ass. I know I don't deserve it, but feedback is always welcomed.
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Posts: 40 (05/16/06 18:05:58) Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	A/N: Yeah, so its been six months almost since I last updated this fic. Soooo sorry! Many thanks to my betas: jazabelle, moire2, skk670 and taken_with_you. If they werent there to support me, this would have never been done. Chapter 8 Logan barely set his overnight bag down in his former home before he was out the door and on his way to a party at Casa de Casablancas. He may have been forced to spend the weekend at his fathers house, but that didnt mean he actually had to spend time with his father. A few hours later, he was delightfully buzzed, listening to Sean regale him with tales of his conquests. However, he was quickly yanked back to reality when Dick came out of his drunken stupor long enough to lean across Logan's lap and leer at a freshman girl who had just come through the front door. That piece of ass over there is wearing the exact same dress that Veronica wore at Shelleys. Damn! Logans eyes snapped to the girl across the room. She moved timidly, trying to wade her way through the drunken party-goers. She did look remarkably like Veronica, and Logan had to blink repeatedly to make sure he wasnt imagining their resemblance. However, the discussion of Veronica continued and Logan returned his attention to a giggling Sean and Dick. Oh, man, do you remember when she passed out on top of Casey and we took her into the guestroom? Dick exclaimed, slapping Sean on the back, sloshing Seans shot. Seans eyes went wide. Yeah. So, did Beav score with the little lady? Or did he puss out? Logans mouth fell open. Wait. What? Dick and Sean turned to Logan and stared at him, as if just realizing he was standing there. Dick was the first to speak. Dude, you missed it! After you left, we took Veronica to the guestroom. She was sooo drunk. I offered to give Beav a hand, Dick said, gesturing lewdly, but he said he could handle it. Dick shook his head in shame. Too bad, too. He was back pretty quickly. Logan had trouble forming words. Did he? He couldnt finish the thought. He felt the nausea rise in his throat. Who were these people? He couldnt believe Dick would offer Veronica up on a platter for his little brother. Logan barely noticed Sean had started speaking, or rather, giggling around slurred words. Logan could barely make out what he was trying to say. Unless The Beav really is a minute man, she must have woken up and booted his ass. Thats a shame, too. I left my last two condoms with him. What a waste. By the end, Sean and Dick were doubled over in drunken laughter. Logan breathed a sigh of relief and went back to his drink, though it had lost much of its taste after the story he had just heard. Finally, Dick came back up for air, tears of laughter in his eyes. He swiped hastily at them. Oh, but, dude, get this! When I was on my way home the next morning, I saw her walking home dude, Madison fucked up her car, but good and she looked like she got some serious action. She looked fucked up, if you know what I mean. By this time, Sean had fallen onto the floor and was rolling around in a fit of laughter. Logan shoved his chair back and sent Sean a swift kick. The last thing Logan heard, before he was out of the house, was Dick laughing at Sean on the floor. ~~ Logan decided that if his dad was going to ground him for going to a party, then he was just going to go back to his moms. At least there he wouldnt be beaten for coming home smelling like alcohol. And he wasnt even drunk - no, not after that party. He spent the next hour driving around town, thinking about what Dick and Sean had said. When he finally did return home, his dad was waiting for him. Logan didnt even say a word. He simply went to the closet and got a belt. As soon as his father finished, he grabbed his bag and went home. Logan opened the door slowly, checking to see if anyone was around. Once he saw the coast was clear, he stiffly walked into the house and up the stairs to his room. He heard music blasting from Veronicas room, indicating she was home. He hoped she wouldnt notice he had returned from his dads early. He had carefully removed his shirt when he heard his door creak open and the lights flicked on. He turned in time to see the blond shield her eyes. What the fuck? he yelled. Oh my God. Sorry. I thought you were at your dads for the weekend. The light wasnt on. I wanted to borrow a CD, she apologized as she began to back out of the room. Suddenly, though, she stopped and dropped her hand. Logan, what the hell happened to your back? Nothing, he snapped. Why dont you mind your own business? He turned back to find her standing in the doorway, a worried look on her face. Logan, your back has marks all over it. What happened? She stepped up to him, her hands reaching out to touch him. Logan quickly slapped her hand away. Nothing. Now get the hell out! Im not leaving until you tell me what happened, she said sharply. Jesus, did you get into a fight with Catwoman? It looks like youve been whipped. Logan cringed at her words, but he plastered on a smug smirk. Well, you see I was at Dicks party earlier and there was this girl there. Wild cat certainly is an accurate term. Veronicas face pinched as she folded her arms. Logan rolled his eyes and turned away from her. That was a mistake. He heard her gasp across the room and he closed his eyes, mentally berating himself for allowing her a full view of the damage. Logan, youre bleeding. At least let me get something to clean it up. Its fine. I can take care of it myself, he snapped back. Veronica huffed and went straight for his bathroom. He heard the water run for a few seconds and then she reappeared with a washcloth in her hand. Turn around, she demanded. He leaned close to her face. Make me, he countered, but with no real malice. Her face scrunched, no doubt because of the alcohol on his breath. Ugh, you smell like Robert Downey, Jr. She leaned back, gasping for a fresh breath. Logan straightened. Thank you for that information, now you can go. God! Why are you being so difficult? How the hell are you going to get your back? Itll take two seconds and I promise Ill make it as painful, er, painless* as possible. She grinned widely, her teeth bared, and he knew that was probably the nicest thing she was capable of saying to him. Why did he have to be so difficult? Only hours ago he had learned that she was violated by one - maybe even more than one - person that he called a friend. And did she breathe a word to anyone? No, she held her head up high and challenged anyone to defy her. He let out a sigh and sunk onto the mattress, offering his back silently to her. He felt the bed shift behind him and the cold cloth press against his skin. He stiffened under her ministrations, but she kept her promise, stroking carefully around his welts and bruises. Veronica was silent for a long time. Logan had learned to recognize it as a sign that she was thinking. He didnt need her thinking, not about the marks on his back. I thought Wallace was coming over tonight. Yeah, he left a half hour ago. Logan nodded, hesitantly chewing on the inside of his mouth, trying to think of something else to say. Are you two, like, dating or something and just dont want anyone to know? What?! No! Logan began to shrug, but then stopped when the pain that shot through his muscles. A hiss escaped through his clenched teeth as Veronica pressed the cloth to his skin again. Stop moving, she ordered. And no, Wallace and I arent secretly dating. Contrary to popular belief, my life isnt anything extraordinary. Hes my friend. You and Dick hang out and talk about chicks. Wallace and I hang out and watch South Park while making fun of you and your lemmings. I knew you thought about me. So, how long have you had this little obsession? I know Im irresistible, but please, control yourself, Veronica. I dont want to break your heart. Veronica pushed the cloth against him harder. Ow! Oh, whoops. It must have slipped, she commented sarcastically. Yeah, Im sure, he mumbled. He felt the bed shift again and Veronica returned the cloth to the bathroom. Logan slipped his shirt back on carefully. Ill drive you to school. Theres no way you can drive with your back like that, Veronica stated flatly as she dried her hands. Logan snorted at the remark. Ive driven with worse, he commented dryly. She emerged from the bathroom, frowning, her brow creased with curiosity. Logan thought quick, recovering from his slip. You know how many fights Ive been in. You think some chicks love marks are gonna stop me? He flashed a bright smile at her. She blanched, her eyes narrowing on him. It was low, throwing a remark like that out at virginal, nave Veronica. But she wasnt virginal. He swallowed thickly and looked away, memories of what Dick and Sean had said floating into his mind. She looked fucked up, if you know what I mean. Well, I dont want my dad or your mom pissed at me because I let you drive with you back marked. So, if we could refrain from argument on this one, for the sake of them. Because, believe me - I dont want to be seen with you any more than you want to be seen with me, she bit back. Logan merely nodded, still not daring to look at Veronica. Images of Dick carrying her to the bedroom flashed into his head. Fine, she responded, shaking her head. Dicks hand moved smoothly up her leg, pushing up her dress. She turned on her heel and stormed out of his room, slamming the door. Suit up! Sean threw condoms at a nervous Beaver, sitting next to Veronica on the bed. Veronicas music blasted from down the hall and Logan collapsed back onto his bed, ignoring the pain in his back. Maybe I should get her warmed up for you. Dick fingered the strap of Veronicas dress. Logan shut his eyes, willing away the images. Sean stepped up, assessing the passed out blonde. Shes not so bad when shes not running her mouth. ~~ Logan woke with a start. Someone was pounding on the bedroom door. He shifted and winced, his muscles reminding him of the night before. Logan, get your ass up! Veronicas voice called through the door. He trudged over and cracked the door. He stared at her through sleep-heavy eyes. What? he whined. He didnt get much sleep, tossing and turning as images played through his head, like some sick horror movie. Veronicas mouth drew into a thin line. Dick and Sean are here, she said emotionlessly. Logan nodded and then slipped on a shirt and pair of pants. He moved heavily down the stairs and found the pair in the living room. They caught sight of Logan and offered loud and boisterous welcomes. Dude! You missed a hell of a rager last night! Dick informed him, happily. Yeah, what the fuck? You just bolted. We didnt know where you went, Sean chimed in, curious. Logan shrugged painfully. I had some things to do. Whatever, dude. I just hope she was good. Were going surfing. Grab your board and lets go, Dick demanded, standing and motioning for Sean to do the same. Shit.* Logan began to panic. He couldnt surf. If Veronicas reaction was any sign, he couldnt let anyone see his back for the next few days. Uh, I cant, man. Ive got some stuff I gotta do, Logan replied, keeping his voice even to cover the nervousness. No way! Cmon and hang with your buds! Hey, Logan? Veronica entered the room. Remember, you need to take me to the mall? I need to find something for my dad, for his birthday. Your mom made you promise. Her voice was steely. She obviously wasnt happy, most likely because of him. Sean sneered at her. Dont you have your own hunk of junk to haul your ass to the mall? Veronicas eyes narrowed on Sean, her mouth twitching. Its in the shop, she said coldly. Logan knew better, though. Her car was safely tucked away in the garage, but Dick and Sean didnt know that. He turned to the duo and shrugged in defeat. Sorry, dudes, like I said. Ive got stuff I gotta do. I promised my mom and all. You know how that is. Sean and Dick grumbled their understanding and made a hasty retreat. Logan turned back to Veronica, giving her a questioning look. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him, disappearing into the kitchen. He hesitantly followed her, but she wasnt in the kitchen when he reached it. He looked outside and noticed her by the poolside. She was stripping down, revealing her bathing suit. She walked around the edge to the diving board and jumped off with practiced ease. He couldnt tear his eyes away from her. What the hell was wrong with him? Finally, he blinked, coming back to reality. His brow knitted in confusion and then smoothed. He turned swiftly and went back to his room. ~~ The day melted away quickly - before he knew it - it was Monday morning. He bounded down the stairs and found Veronica waiting by the front door, her foot tapping impatiently, her arms folded across her chest. Took you long enough, she grumbled. I better not be late for English. Logans eyebrow raised in a silent question. She huffed and massaged her temples. Im driving you to school, remember? Logans mouth opened to argue with her, to claim he was perfectly fine to drive, but then he remembered what she had said. He snapped his mouth shut and nodded, motioning for her to lead the way. She began to walk toward the garage when Logan called out. On one condition. We take my car. Did he just say that? He was going to let her drive his baby? Maybe he wasnt in any fit condition to drive if thoughts like that were flying through his brain. Her eyes narrowed on him and he shrugged. I cant be seen in your car. Its just wrong. Veronicas mouth drew into a thin line as she held out her hand, demanding his keys. He pulled them from his pocket and let them dangle from his index finger. When it became obvious to her that he wasnt going to hand over the keys, she stomped up to him and snatched them roughly. She turned back without a second glance and stormed off to the garage. It was going to be a long day. ~~ As Logan walked toward his locker, after insistently telling Veronica he did not need help getting his books, despite what she may think, he felt an odd sense of dread come over him, much like when he knew the belt was coming. There was just something off, but he couldnt quite place it. Then he saw Dick lounging at his locker and it all came into focus. Logan took a deep breath and approached his locker, not sparing a glance at the blonde nearby. He casually collected his books, pointedly ignoring Dick, and it was working out quite well. He could do this until the end of the school year, no problem. Dude, what the hell, man? Are you PMSing or something? Logans eyes landed on a rather confused and hurt looking Dick. Logan smiled glibly. I dont think I have the necessary equipment to be PMSing, Dick. Why? Is it your time of the month? Dick looked taken aback for a moment, but recovered, smiling idiotically and cuffing Logan on the back. Dude, I was wondering what happened to you. You walked up all brooding and shit and I was thinking you turned into a girl and your boyfriend just broke up with you or something. Logans jaw twitched and he smiled tightly. No, Dick. My boyfriend did not break up with me. Dick laughed loudly, most likely trying to impress Logan; however it only sent a cold chill down his spine. Logan took a breath to keep from punching Dick right in the nose when a thought occurred to him. Hey, Dick? You remember Shelleys party last year? Fuck yeah, I do. Why? I just ditched early and you guys were talking about it the other night. I was just wondering what I missed. Dicks brow furrowed as he thought back to the most likely blurry events of that night. Well, I remember everything was going good. I scored some GHB from Luke. I gave Madison a dose and I took a dose. Madison actually took the GHB? Logan asked, surprised. Dick huffed. Yeah, right. She was being a frigid bitch when she saw Veronica show up. I wanted her to loosen up and have a little fun, if you know what I mean. I slipped it into her drink. Logan brain stuck. This guy, one he called a friend, would willingly drug his girlfriend to score with her? He had a hard time wrapping his thoughts around the new tidbit of information. Then what? Logan pressed, hoping Dick would hurry to the part where Dick took Veronica into the bedroom. Dick scratched his head in thought. Right after I gave Madison her drink, Veronica passed by and I checked out the goods, because if things didnt work out with Madison, Id go to take a ride on the village bike. I turned back and Madison didnt have her drink. She said she gave it to someone who passed by. I hope they enjoyed themselves, cause I sure as hell didnt. Madison got all pissy cause Veronica was supposedly ruining her night. Thats when she wrecked Veronicas car. Veronica had a good time, though. When I saw her walking home the morning after, she looked like she was ridden hard and put away wet. Her dress was torn, make up all smeared. Someone had a good time with her. Im just pissed I didnt get a ride. Logan opened his mouth to question Dick on who did get a ride when the bell rang. Students began bustling to their classes. Frustrated, Logan left Dick behind, allowing himself to be enveloped by a passing group. ~~ Logan watched the chaos that surrounded him with immense pleasure and was silently grateful he didnt succumb to whim and fill out the test. Though no one would fault him for his answers, he really didnt want his sexual conquests broadcast to the entire school population. Sure, he bragged about certain things, but some things were private such as fantasizing about your girlfriends best friend not that he ever did it or anything. Certainly not. His eye caught two blonde girls down the hall, avidly discussing something. He ambled over, eavesdropping. Meg, you're the last good person at this school. I'd believe cartoon birds braided your hair this morning. If you want, I can find who posted that test for you. We'll clear your name and make somebody pay. His brow creased in curiosity as the two finished their conversation. Veronica looked determined, and pissed. Logan elected to find out what was going on and followed her down the hall to the computer lab. He watched her go in and he waited outside the room within earshot. Is there any way to convert cipher text to plain text without initial knowledge of the crypto-algorithms? Wha?!* I'm trying to figure out how someone could have overridden the control framework on the school server in order to access everyone's password. Can you help me? Veronica asked perkily to the teacher. Yeah, uh, in real life, I'm actually a gym teacher. The person you want to talk to is Mac. Try the parking lot, look for the blue hair. Logan quickly ducked out of the way before Veronica could notice him. As soon as she was further down the hall, he resumed his game of follow the leader and headed for the parking lot. He wanted to see this Mac guy and find out what Veronica needed from him. She had a penchant for trouble and the last thing Logan wanted to explain to Keith was how Veronica got a black eye that looked remarkably like a keyboard because she pissed off the wrong computer geek. As soon as Logan cleared the main doors, he scanned the lot for Veronica and found her chatting with a brunette girl. He breathed a sigh of relief. He didnt need to save Veronica from a laptop-wielding freak. But like hed save her like she actually needed to be saved. The girl carried a taser and knew how to use it. Veronica could take of herself. Then why did he have the overwhelming urge to make sure she was okay? He shook his head and spun around, heading back into the school to gather his books. ~~ Logan sat at the lunch table watching Veronica chatting with Wallace, carefree and happy. It puzzled him how she hid what had happened to her so well. But if he really thought about it, she didnt hide it at all. She cut her hair, changed her style of clothes she started fighting back. She wasnt the victim anymore. She made sure she found justice. So why was there no justice for that* situation? Why were none of his friends brought in and questioned about her rape? Did she even report it? The questions weighed heavily in his mind and he didnt notice Sean take a seat across from him until Seans hand waved in front of his face. Logans attention snapped to Sean. Dude? What the hell? Trying to kill Mars with your glare? Logans eyes strayed back to Veronica. You remember Shelleys party last year? he asked nonchalantly, returning his gaze to Sean. Yeah, why? Dick and you were talking about it the other night. You said something about Veronica and Beaver. You remember anything? Logan picked at the pizza in front of him, trying to keep his hands busy so he wouldnt strangle Sean. It was the stretch of silence that caused Logan to look back up at his friend. Sean looked almost frightened, but recovered, waving his hand through the air. Nah, man. No idea. Whered you hear that? Logans eyes narrowed on Sean, knowing it was a lie. From you. Saturday you said you saw Beav and Veronica together. I was just wondering what happened? Sean snorted, playing off the blatant lie. I was trashed, man. Who knows what shit I said? He went silent for another moment and then fixed Logan with a piercing gaze. Why the sudden interest in Veronica? Logan blinked. No interest. Just wondering what I missed. You guys were acting like it was the thing at the party. So, I was wondering what was so great about it. But if nothing happened, then I guess it was nothing. He pushed his pizza away, his appetite lost, and stood. Ill see you later. He smiled tightly at Sean and strode off into the building. He needed to find a beaver. ~~ Logan prowled through the hall, hoping to catch Beaver before the next bell rang. He had questions burning through him that needed answers. He paused at the main intersection of halls and glanced right and then left. He was about to move on when he noticed an echo coming from further down the hall. His curiosity got the better of him and he cautiously walked toward the sound. He reached the end of the hall and glanced down the next one. He saw Veronica at her locker, mumbling under her breath, scrubbing at her locker. His brow knitted as he approached her. Then he saw what she was scrubbing at. The number fourteen was spray painted on her locker. He glanced around the hall and noticed other lockers covered in black and red paint. Of course, the purity test results. Who did this? he asked, his voice almost growling. Veronica spun around, surprised with his presence. Jesus, Logan, you scared me. He stepped closer and pointed at the locker. Who did this? She snorted a laugh and continued scrubbing. If I knew, theyd be in the hospital right now. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at him with a knowing smirk. Or do you know who it is and are here to see if I know? His mouth gaped in surprise. Me? No! She folded her arms across her chest and raised an eyebrow. Right. Im sure you and your cronies had nothing to do with it. God, why didnt I think of that? Its always you guys. She turned back to her locker and scrubbed at the black paint. Veronica, trust me, I had nothing to do with it. He raised his hands defensively trying to get her to believe him. She cocked her head to the side, her eyes narrowing on him. Thats the thing, Logan, I dont trust you. He deserved that. He truly did, for all the nasty, hurtful things he did to her. But this was one thing he didnt do and hed be damned if she was going to blame him for it. Veronica, I didnt do it. But I will find out who did, he swore. She rolled her eyes at him, clearly unconvinced. Whatever, Logan. Just tell your lame-ass friends to make my score a little more believable next time. I mean, I dont even think Jenna Jameson could get a fourteen on a purity test. Logans fists clenched at his sides. Someone was going to pay. ~~ He caught Beaver at the end of the school day. His head was barely out of his locker when Logan pushed it closed, a malicious grin in place. Whats up, Beav? Logan leaned casually against the bank of lockers, his arms folded, as he appraised the slighter boy. Oh, hey, man. Whats up? Beavers voice was shaky, but then again, it always was shaky. Nothing. Logan continued to stare at Beaver, unsettling the young man. Finally, he put him out of his misery. So, funny thing, I was over at the party Saturday and Dick and Sean mentioned you hooked up with Veronica. You help her get that fourteen? Logan smiled wider, his teeth showing. Beavers eyes went wide and then he ducked his head. His hand came up and scratched at his forehead before he raised his head again, his eyes still not meeting Logans. Look, I dont know what Dick and Sean told you, but they were pushing me. Logan merely nodded, waiting for Beaver to elaborate. Beaver took a breath and licked his lips before continuing. Dick, he was he was pushing up her dress and she was passed out. She was so out of it, I dont think she even knew what was going on. Logan could feel his jaw twitch, but remained silent, wanting to know everything before he punched the little prick. Beaver, oblivious to Logans plight, took a breath. Dick was being a dick and Sean wasnt helping. Theyd been drinking. I just told them Id be fine and then they left. I asked Veronica if she was okay, but she never answered. And then and then I got sick all over Carrie Bishops shoes. He looked away ashamed. Logan slapped his back, nodding. Well, thanks for the recap, man. Too bad you struck out. Logan began to walk away when Beaver called out to him. Could you could you keep this between us? Logans fist tightened at his side, but his smile remained fixed. Totally, dude. Dont want your bro finding out you didnt tap it, right? Beaver shook his head and frowned. No, I dont want him to know I puked all over Carrie Bishop. Ill never live it down. Logan felt the breath he was holding escape from his body. He nodded, Sure. Not a problem. He turned back around and headed out for the parking lot. He was exhausted. He just wanted to get home. ~~ The ride home had been silent. Logan was unsure how to act around Veronica with all his newfound information. He was thankful when she pulled the car into the driveway and nearly ran into the house, the awkwardness stifling. He dumped his books in his room and quickly changed for the pool. He needed relaxation; he needed to clear his head. He stepped out onto the patio and found that Veronica had stolen his idea. She was lounging in one of the chairs, already dressed in her bathing suit, and Logan wondered how shed beat him out there. However, his mind quickly ground to a halt as his eyes moved over her body. He took in every dip and curve. She shifted and he worked to tear his gaze away from her. He was not* going to be having those kinds of thoughts about Veronica. Ever. Well, maybe once in a while. When he was alone in his room. With the music blasting. Hed admit that he had a schoolyard crush on the girl when they were twelve, and then he met Lilly, in all her glory, and Veronica faded into the background. Because thats what Lilly did - she stole the spotlight from everyone. She stole it from him, from Duncan, and especially from Veronica. He was sure Lilly knew of his crush and thats why she never left the two of them alone together. If Lilly had, Logan was sure he would have known exactly how wonderful Veronica was without Lilly. But that was history, and now the two of them were different. They barely knew each other. More than acquaintances, but less than friends. He shook his head - trying to clear the thoughts from his mind - and tossed his towel in the chair next to her. Her head turned toward him and he could see her questioning gaze even through her sunglasses. You sure thats a good idea? she asked as she tilted her head to the side, frowning slightly. Why not? Your back, she muttered, biting her bottom lip. Logan forced a smirk. Im sure its all better now, princess. No need to fret. He could see her swallow as she nodded. She didnt say anything more as she leaned her head back, apparently going back to her sunbathing. Logan couldnt help admiring the column of her throat. I wonder what her neck would taste like? Whoa. That came out of nowhere. He quickly spun around and made a mad dash for the cold water. He needed to cool off. ~~ The sun had set hours ago and Logan was enjoying a rousing game of PlayStation. There was nothing like killing something to take his mind off the rash of impure thoughts that had been running rampant through his head. He heard Veronicas music turn on and shook his head. The girl needed to learn the value of headphones. He was growing tired of punk rocker chick music. He continued punching in random codes as he tried to better his score in the game. It was maybe five minutes later when the house alarm went off. He threw the controller aside and sprinted to Veronicas room, knowing her music was drowning out the screeching. He threw open the door only to find her room empty. Shit, he breathed. He bolted downstairs and nearly plowed into something in the darkness. Ow! He flicked on the lights and found Veronica frantically trying to punch in the code to disarm the alarm. He rolled his eyes and nudged her aside. He tapped in the numbers and the annoying beeping stopped. Then, he turned his attention to the frustrated blonde. If youre gonna sneak out, at least remember the code to the alarm so everyone in the neighborhood doesnt know youre doing it. She huffed and folded her arms across her chest. Thanks for the news flash. She turned and headed for the door, but Logan called out to her. Where are you going? Nowhere, she threw back and pulled open the door, but he caught it, keeping her from passing through. Obviously youre going somewhere. And you didnt want me to know, which just makes it all the more interesting. So, where ya going? He smiled widely, never taking his eyes off her. He knew shed make a break for it the moment he did. I need to do some work. Nothing exciting, she muttered begrudgingly. Well, then you wont mind if I tag along. He opened the door wider, motioning for her to pass. She scowled, but moved through the threshold, Logan on her heels. ~~ He had to laugh. It was just too funny not to. Who does the IT guy? Honestly? Apparently Kimmy does, Veronica stated flatly. Aw, cmon, its funny. Admit it, he chided good-naturedly. He saw a smile crack across her face. It is kinda funny. He smiled and leaned back in his seat. So, Kimmy and the IT guy are behind this whole purity test thing? Her gaze flickered to him. Howd you know about that? You think I dont know whats going on, but I do. I know all, I see all, Veronica Mars. She let out a light bubble of laughter. He decided to try and push his luck. So, Kimmy was the one who put in the fourteen score for you? Veronica was quiet for a moment before shrugging. I dont know. Ill find out tomorrow when I confront her. Oh. He chewed on his lip for a moment before adding, I found out who was spray painting all the lockers. He barely noticed the flicker of her gaze. Dick wont be bugging you again. A small smile flitted across her mouth momentarily before she controlled herself and focused her attention back on the road. The two sat in silence for several stretched minutes. He could see her fidgeting, aching to say something. He figured he would put her out of her misery. Somethings on your mind, Veronica. What is it? Want to know if my score is real? Well, if you must know yes, I really did score a 32. Im a slut. A huge man-slut. He turned to look at her, smiling. But she wasnt. His brow knitted as he waited for her to say something. She took a breath and gripped the steering wheel tighter. No, definitely not curious about his purity test score. Did your dad do that to your back, Logan? She barely had the words out before his demeanor changed. Drop it, Veronica. But, Logan I said drop it! His voice came out louder than he had intended, but it silenced her. The rest of the ride went with no further words exchanged. ~~ It was Pam. Pam posted the test for you. She hates you because Duncan is still hung up on you. Logan felt his stomach twist as he watched Kimmys confession. His mind raced, trying to think of anything Duncan might have said that would imply he still had feelings for Veronica. However, as far as he could recall, Duncan had never mentioned Veronica ever. He knew Veronica and Duncan had first period together. It would certainly make for an awkward situation after this little revelation. He decided he needed to watch his friend closely from now on. What was the most troubling part of the breaking news was Duncans well hidden feelings. If he was still in love with Veronica, why would he ignore her? Why would he have even dumped her last year? Why would he allow everyone to treat her so horribly if she had actually done nothing wrong? Logan had been under the impression for the past year that the tiny blonde had done something to his friend, therefore he took the firm bros before hos stance and shunned Veronica, as Duncan had done. Perhaps he was mistaken? Yes, he definitely needed to watch his best friend more closely. The bell rang soon after the news report wrapped up. Logan practically ran out toward Duncans class, hoping to catch him before he left. When he reached the room, the last of the students were exiting. Duncan was not among them, however, a petite blonde was. Veronica appeared tired, rubbing at her temples, distracted. She noticed Logan standing outside the door and dropped her hands. Go ahead, I know you want to, she sighed defeated. Want to what? Logan asked, genuinely curious as to what she was talking about. Veronica rolled her eyes. Rub it in, mock me. Something. What have you got up your sleeve? Logan shook his head, a shy smile spreading across his mouth. No. Nothing like that. She didnt look convinced. Then why are you here? He opened his mouth to answer, but realized that he most likely shouldnt confess his real reasons for showing up outside the class. He absently scratched behind his ear as he thought quickly for a cover. Duncan and I were supposed to have a game night tonight. I just wanted to make sure he was still coming over. Thats all, he stated hesitantly, finishing with a small shrug. Well, thanks for the warning. Ill make sure Im scarce, she informed with a shaky sigh. Logans mouth tugged into a frown with the thought. No, you dont have to do that. I can cancel. She raised an eyebrow that the concession. Hell, even he was surprised that he offered to accommodate her. He attempted to shrug it off as they started walking down the hall. Well, Im sure its uncomfortable to be around him. Especially after that. Okay, so he was trying to be subtle and failing, but he couldn't help but wonder if Veronica actually still had feelings for Duncan. He wasnt sure why, though part of his brain reasoned it was natural curiosity that propelled him to prod the girl for hints as to her emotions toward his best friend. Veronica let out a hollow laugh. Its always uncomfortable around him. I think weve said all of five words to one another since he dumped me without bothering to tell me. He nodded mutely, trying to decipher if her statement had any hidden meaning. This was something that bothered him. The old Veronica was so easy to read. She smiled when she was happy, cried when she was upset, blushed when she was embarrassed. The new Veronica could mask her emotions even better than him. She said one thing and meant something else entirely. But, I mean, if hes still in love with you and youre still in love with him, then you guys could get back together and have your happy little puppies and hearts romance. Okay, that came out a little more bitter and blunt than hed planned, but he was running out of veiled comments and she wasnt offering any information. A wry smile twitched in the corner of Veronicas mouth as she turned her withering glare on him. Oh, I see what this is. Youre trying to figure out if I still want to get back with Duncan. Yes, she was definitely smarter than him. A slow rage was building in her and he could see it bubbling near the surface. He braced himself for a verbal assault. God, I was hoping that you werent as huge of an ass as I thought, but no, you really are* evil incarnate. Im not stupid, Logan. I dont sit at home and pine away for Duncan. So, whatever mockery you were planning of making at my expense, save it. Im not secretly still in love with Duncan and I dont believe for one second that hes still in love with me. She let out a noise that was most likely close to a frustrated screech, but Veronica Mars didnt screech. She continued to glare at him a moment longer before spinning around and heading to her class. So, that answered that. He stared after her in awe, rooted to the ground. The bell ringing broke him from his gaping speechlessness. He shook his head and grumbled that he was late for Physics. ~~ He knew this would be the hardest part of his secret inquisition, but if he wanted answers, he needed to make sacrifices. He walked down the hall cautiously and approached the bottle-blonde. When she turned and faced him, it looked as if she nearly jumped out of her skin in surprise. Logan. Hi, she said smoothly, recovering. Logan swallowed back the nausea warring within him and plastered on his patented smirk. He needed to know what Madison knew. Hi, Madison. She leaned against the locker, cocking her head to the side as she appraised him with hungry eyes. He resisted the urge to turn around and walk away. So, she drawled, what can I do for you? She bit her lip seductively, implying there was plenty she wanted to do for him. His back teeth ground, but he kept his smile in place. You remember Shelleys party last year? Totally, she said perkily and then pouted. You skipped out on us early. We missed you. Im sure you did, he agreed easily. So, I keep hearing I missed a lot. Why dont you fill me in? Her brow rose in surprise, but she began to bore him with the unimportant details of the evening - from Shelleys horrible choice in wardrobe to the tacky decorations. Finally, he put a hand up to stop her. Why dont you start from when Dick got you a drink? I hear thats when things got interesting. I heard you trashed Veronicas car. He strained to keep his voice light and even, as if he found it amusing. Though, he probably would have a few months back. Not so much anymore. Madison shrugged indifferently. Yeah, she was whoring it up. She kissed Dick, too. Right in front of me. What a skank? Ya know? Logan merely nodded, not trusting his voice. But the car? Total icing. I gave her a trip to the dentist earlier when she walked in, she informed excitedly. A what? A trip to the dentist. You know, where you spit in their drink. Logans jaw twitched. Why would you even give her a drink to begin with? Madison rolled her eyes. Dick was totally stupid and gave me a drink that wasnt even diet. I saw her walking by, spit in the cup and then stuck it out there knowing shed take it. And she did. I mean, Im on Atkins, theres no way in hell Im putting that liquid fat in me. She batted her lashes at him. I mean, I take care of myself. I always look good. She leaned in toward him, but he quickly moved back. Right, thanks, Madison. He brushed past her and down the hall before she could blink. A chill went down his spine and he shivered due to the previous interaction. Madison always gave him the creeps. Her words ran through his head as he tried to piece together everything she had told him and everything Dick had remembered of that evening. I slipped it into her drink. stuck it out there knowing shed take it. Oh, shit. Veronica was drugged with GHB. His GHB. That was why she didnt realize what was going on when he did the salt lick. The salt lick. The same GHB he slipped into Duncans drink after Duncan rescued Veronica so heroically from the evil clutches of Logan Echolls. A horrible feeling was settling in Logans stomach and he was pretty sure it was called guilt. ~~ Veronica threw the car into park in the driveway, but made no move to get out of the car. Uh, Veronica, were here. You drove, remember? Veronica nodded and forced a smile. She did that a lot, he noticed. Yeah, I just have to run some errands. I should be back in a few hours. Youll be okay by yourself, right? She tilted her head to the side, a playful tone in her voice. Logan couldnt help feeling that she was hiding something, but he nodded anyway and exited the car. He watched her back out of the drive and head down the street. As soon as she was around the corner he hopped into his own car and started following her. It was a little wrong, but he felt himself getting sucked into the weird world of Veronica Mars. She had secrets and for some reason he wanted to know them. He smiled, thinking that this was exactly how she felt when she dug up dirt on other people. He tailed her for almost an hour, making sure to stay out of sight. He knew his car was an eye-sore but he hoped she would be too wrapped up in where she was going to notice him. When she pulled into the Balboa County Prison parking lot he was at a loss as to why she would be there. Her father certainly wouldnt allow her to talk to inmates as part of a case and as far as Logan knew, Veronica didnt know anyone who was incarcerated. So, he parked and waited. And waited. Half an hour later, he saw her emerge from the foreboding gates. Her arms were wrapped protectively around herself. She looked even smaller than usual and he could tell she was shaking. Logan continued to watch as Veronica slipped into her car. He started his car in anticipation to follow her, but the LeBaron remained parked. In fact, she hadnt even started it. After a few minutes, and still no movement, he hesitantly got out of his car. He walked behind the car, hoping he wasnt giving himself away, in case she was merely making notes or talking on the phone. However, he quickly realized she was doing nothing of the sort. He could see her bent over the steering wheel, her body shaking from sobs. He moved fast. He pulled open her door and wrapped his arms around her. He wasnt sure why, but it felt like the proper thing to do at the time. His fingers ran through her hair as he whispered soothing noises in her ear. Logan? she sputtered. He leaned back far enough to look at her and absently wiped the tears from her cheeks. What are you doing here, Veronica? Her face suddenly shifted from relief to shock to anger. You shouldnt be here, Logan. She wiped frantically at her face, removing the evidence of her breakdown. She tugged her seatbelt on and then turned back to Logan. Go home. He stood and backed away. As soon as he was out of the way, she pulled her door shut and got out of the parking lot as fast as she could, her car shrinking into the horizon. ~~ Logan did as she said and went home, fully expecting her to already be there. However, she wasnt. He tried to call her, but her phone was off. He paced the living room, anxiously waiting for her to return home so that he could grill her about her trip to the prison and what the hell was going on. Veronica Mars didnt cry anymore. He knew because that had been his goal for a long time make Veronica Mars cry - until she no longer cried in front of him, or anyone else. He threw his phone onto the table and stared at it, willing it to ring. And then it did. Hello? Hey, whats up? Oh, Duncan. Hey. Logan couldnt keep the disappointment from his voice. Expecting someone else? Duncan questioned, playful prodding coloring his tone. No, just, he began, and then realized this was the last person he wanted to discuss his worry over Veronica with. However, there were certain things about Veronica Logan did* want to discuss with his best friend. Nah, nothing important. So, whats up with you, man? Logan could practically hear his friends indifference over the phone. Duncan sighed into the phone as he spoke. Nothing, I was just calling to see what youre up to. Logan paused, choosing his next words carefully. Nothing going on here. I have the house to myself. Veronicas out doing who-knows-what. You know how she is. Logan waited for Duncan to speak, respond, but nothing came and Logan surged on. Yeah, I think shes really embarrassed over the whole thing this morning. Still no reaction. I mean, the whole thing is ridiculous, right? Crazy girls and their soap opera drama. Logan laughed lightly into the phone, trying to make a joke of the situation, silently begging his friend to respond. Finally, Duncan joined in on the laughter. Yeah, the girls around here are psycho sometimes. Duncans voice was still tense over the line, but at least now he was saying something. Logan was thankful for that much, though he was still being evasive. Duncan was smarter than a lot of people gave him credit for. He knew when to answer and when not to. Jake and Celeste certainly did have accurate aspirations for Duncan entering politics. I mean, Veronicas living in dreamland if she thinks she stood a chance with you, dude. Duncan merely grunted on the other line. Logan wasnt stupid. Duncan never joined in on the Veronica-bashing and was always evasive whenever conversation of their sophomore romance was ever discussed. This phone conversation was only highlighting the fact that Duncan did, in fact, still have residual feelings for his outcast ex. For some reason, it bothered Logan. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch. One down, one to go. Logan needed more information about Shelleys party. The next part was going to be painful. Totally, dude. I mean, have you heard about what happened at Shelleys party last year? Duncans silence remained, but Logan could hear his tense breathing through the phone line, so he surged forward. I mean, I dont know what all happened, but Dick said she got tore up at the party and something mustve happened to her because she didnt leave until the morning after. He made a calculated pause, as if thinking before continuing. Hey, didnt you see her at the party? Yeah, after the whole salt-lick thing you should have totally joined in you took her off somewhere. What happened? Someone take the mouthy blonde off your hands? Logan, leave it alone. Duncans voice was tight and short. Logan knew his best friend was on the verge, but of what, he was unsure, so of course, Logan did what he did best - he pushed. Nah, cmon, man. I want to know who got a ride on her. That way, whatever girls dated those guys, I can stay far away from. Who knows what they caught. Logan felt physically ill saying the words. However, he couldnt make sense of it. He had said the same things many times before. Why was this time any different? Dont. Just dont, Logan. Duncans voice was deadly low through the speaker. Logan could sense an extremely deep anger brewing within his friend. He knew he should back off, but when did Logan ever back down from a fight? I just wanna know, he said lightly. I wonder if shes actually any good? I mean, shes been around the block. Has she learned any cool tricks? God, Logan! Cant you just shut up? Leave it alone! The line went dead before Logan could even fathom a response. He gaped at his phone, desperately trying to reason why his friend suddenly became so defensive and secretive. Something happened at Shelleys. And he was determined to find out what. ~~ He heard the door click shut and bolted out of his seat. Where have you been? Nowhere, she said icily as she brushed past him, up the stairs to her room. However, he wouldnt be blown off. He followed her, slamming the door as he entered her room uninvited. What the hell, Logan? she asked as she threw her sweater onto her bed. Get out! No, stated flatly. Not until you tell me what you were doing at that prison and why you were crying. She stiffened. Its none of your business. Her voice was calm and even, but her eyes bore into him coldly. He spoke without thinking, as he always did. You know, youve turned into a huge bitch every since Shelleys party last year. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he wished he could take them back. He saw her eyes go wide, her fists clenched at her sides. Get out. No, he said defiantly. Whats going on with you? She began shoving Logan toward her door, trying to get him out of her room as quickly as possible. I said get out. He spun out of her grasp and fixed her with a deadly serious gaze. I know. She folded her arms across her chest, the picture of nonchalance. Know what? That you dont know the meaning of privacy? I could have told you that. His voice softened. I know what happened at Shelleys party. A lot of things happened at Shelleys party. You were there. Wild night, huh? Her frosty glare never wavered. I know what happened to you* at Shelleys party. He took a step toward her, his eyes appraising her carefully. She took a step back, keeping the distance between them. Oh? And what is it that you know happened to me? she asked flippantly. He stepped closer to her, faster, so that she couldnt dodge him. Veronica, I know you were raped. Who was it? he asked incessantly. She sucked in a breath and swallowed thickly. Get. Out. Just tell me. Well go to the police, he pleaded. She pulled herself from his grasp and pointed at the door. Get out now, Logan. No. Tell me what the in hell happened! I minded my own business. You should take a cue and mind your own. She shook her head disgustedly at him and grabbed her bag from her bed and stormed out of the room. He heard her car door slam, drawing his attention to the window. He gingerly walked across the room and pulled back the curtains. Veronica sat slumped in her car, her face stoic, most likely working to control the tears that threatened to spill over her cheeks. Involuntarily his hand went to his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed the number quickly and it rang. Once. Twice. Click. He chose to forgo any salutation, heading straight to the heart of the matter. When I was ten, my dad broke my nose for spilling a milkshake in the car. He held his breath as he waited for her to respond, but there was only silence on the other end. He continued to watch her, sitting in the driveway. After what seemed like eternity, he saw her door open and she climbed out of the car, the phone pressed to her ear. She glanced up and saw Logan watching her from the window. He heard her end the call and his eyes followed her as she walked back into the house. He exhaled. Feed(back) me

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