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Title: Showtime
Author: beautifullybroken/S.E.N (Those are my initials)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 1.19 "Hot Dogs" (Takes place right before the locker scene)
Parings: Logan/Veronica, Logan/Cassidy friendship (Logan's POV)
Summary: After he walked out I waited a full minute before standing and walking out of the bathroom. I scanned the hallway searching for my target.
Author Notes: This is a one-shot that is just kind of meant to be a missing scene. I always liked Cassidy (And if it had been up to me, he so would have NOT been evil) I've always liked the idea of him and Logan becoming friends, actually I had kind of been hoping for him to replace Duncan in the 'Logan Echolls BFF' category, but alas instead we appear to have Dick... now don't get me wrong, I love Dick [Insert inappropriate joke here] but, I thought Cassidy would've been a better choice in the sense of he could have gained some much needed confidence through there new found friendship and his budding romance with Mac, while he would have contrasted nicely against Logan's boisterous personality and sarcasm since Cassidy was so very sweet and obviously shy. Anyway, Im still fairly new at writing fan fic, so dont hesitate to point out any mistakes Ive made =]
Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars...So please dont sue me.the most youll get is the complete Buffy The Vampire Slayer series on DVD and a Scooby Doo sweatshirt -_-;;

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I am not thinking about Veronica Mars. BANG! I am not thinking about Veronica Mars. BANG! I am not thinking about Veronica Mars. BANG! I am not thinking about Veronica Mars. BANG! I am not thinking about Veronica Mars. BANG! I am not thinking about Veronica Mars. BANG!

Uh... Logan?

I glanced up towards the timid voice from my spot on the boys bathroom floor, my back pressed firmly against the wall, knees drawn up to my chest.

Beav?

Um... are you... okay?

I frowned at him as I leaned forward a little. Yes. Why wouldnt I be?

Well, uh... because youre kind of banging your head against the wall... repeatedly...

Oh... I sighed before allowing my head to slam into the wall one last time, closing my eyes as I heard Beaver come further into the bathroom, heading presumably either towards one of the two stalls or the urinals. A few seconds later I can hear his zipper grating in the silence of the bathroom.

So... um are you-

Beav, perhaps you could wait until after your trouser snake is back in its hole before speaking to me again?

Okay...

Several minutes later after the distinct sounds of urinating and a urinal flushing sound I hear the grating sound of the fly on a pair of jeans being zipped up moments before footsteps approach the sink area, just centimeters in front of me. I dont bother to open my eyes as I begin to speak.

To answer your question, no, I am not alright. Im having a very... confusing week.

Oh... whats so confusing about it?

I open my eyes just long enough to glare at him, I know he sees it because he begins to fidget.

I mean, uh, you dont have to tell me or anything- its just that my shrink keeps telling me that talking helps sort things out, and that I, uh, should try being more open with other people and would you just like me to shut up now?

Yes, very much.

He sighs as he finishes washing his hands; reaching for a paper towel he glances at me out of the corner of his eye.

Look, uh, Logan, Im sure you probably dont want to hear this, but um, Im really sorry about your Mom-

At the mention of my mother my eyes narrow and he rushes to finish.

I wanted to tell you sooner, but I figured youd get pissed-being told platitudes doesnt really help anything-and whenever I see you Dicks always there too, and I just didnt want to say anything in front of him... because, well, Dicks a dick. I didnt want him to say something stupid... you know?

Hes standing frozen in place; hand hovering just above the garbage can, the used paper towel still clutched in his hand. After a few moments of judging his sincerity I give him a small nod.

Thanks

He heaved a deep shuddering breath of relief as he allowed the paper towel to fall into the garbage can.

Well, your Mom was always nice to us whenever Dick and I came over.

He gave a small smile before heading towards the door.

After he walked out I waited a full minute before standing and walking out of the bathroom. I scanned the hallway searching for my target.

And there she is; standing by her locker.

Ask, and ye shall receive.

I take a deep calming breath before heading in her direction.

Showtime.

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