Hello fellow LoVers. This is just a ficlet i thought up when I was listening to the song "Calendar Hung Itself" by Bright Eyes. The lyrics reminded
me of Logan and Veronica, and it seems like a perfect song to describe them. So here goes.
Title: Bright Eyes Rating: PG-13 Summary: Because the timeline on my other story was a little unclear, I'll clarify the timeline here. It is set when Logan and Veronica are out of college, and they are about 27. Logan is an indie rocker, (yeah I know, hard to imagine but for the purpose of the story, please try?) and Veronica is an FBI agent. They had a big fight in college and Veronica left Hearst and never came back, so they haven't talked to each other for 7 years. Spoilers: umm.......
NOTE: the lyrics are important to the story, it won't make a lot of sense without them, so read them, if you may.
-Bright Eyes-
Logan Echolls stood in the middle of a convenience store, staring at a magazine. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl on the cover. He knew without a doubt that it was her. Her lips, the small smile she gave the camera, but most of all her eyes. He could recognize her eyes anywhere and anytime. The soft blue seemed warm and welcoming to most people, but Logan could see what they truly looked like. He could see the lies, deceit, betrayal, pain, and sadness in her eyes. Anyone who knew her knew that. But only Logan could see the love in them.
"Pretty girl, eh? Well don't fantasize boy, you're never going to get her." An old man said as he stood beside Logan.
"I know." Logan whispered quietly. The old man shrugged and walked away. Logan was shaken out of his reverie and quickly picked up the magazine and paid for it.
When he got in his car he tore through the magazine to the interview. The headline read "Supergirl Saves the World... Again." He started reading the interview. The interviewer asked her to retell how she solved the murder of the editor in chief of the New York Times, and Logan smiled an ironic smile when he read that she'd had to hurt some people that she loved to solve it. He skimmed the unimportant questions, and stopped when the interviewer asked her about Lilly. Logan shed a tear when he read her reply:
VERONICA: I wondered how long it would take for you to ask about that. Lilly Kane was my best friend, her boyfriend was also my best friend. Her brother was my boyfriend. We called ourselves the Fabulous Four. We were inseperable. I recall that time being one of the greatest in my life. Lilly was always high off life, and she made me who I am today. Even in death, as she would say, she was fabulous. When she died, it felt like my world had shattered into a thousand peices, and when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a reflection of myself and the ghost of her. The fab four was gone,and with it my trust and innocence. Nearly a year later, I saw her, and she told me that it didn't add up. I looked into it. I found undeniable proof that Abel Koontz didn't kill Lilly, and I looked deeper. You have no idea how many people I hurt in my journey for the truth. Just as old scars were starting to mend, I opened them up again and freaking poured salt in the wound. I hurt two of the people in my life that I loved, and I have no idea to this day how they forgave me. The night I discovered it was Aaron Echolls, Lilly came to me one last time in my dreams. We were floating in a pool, ironically filled with lillies, and I told her that it was better like this,and she agreed. I told her that it was going to be like this from now on, and she just smiled and said "You know how things are going to be from now on, Veronica. You've got to know." I said that it would be just like this, and she smiled again and said "Don't forget about me Veronica." Knowing that Lilly is finally at peace now was worth it I think. Logan hadn't known about Veronica's dream, and the tear crawled down his cheek. He sat back and smiled as he remembered all they'd been through together, all the pain, heartbreak, and love. He skimmed the rest of the article, but paused when the interviewer asked him about the guy. She said that Veronica had blushed and said that things were great. Logan gripped the magazine tightly and then threw it on the floor of the car, and sat staring angrily out the window for an hour. He saw a peice of paper on the floor, and picked it up, and began to furiously write a song.
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Logan Echolls was now backstage at a concert hall in New York. He was on an Indie Rock tour with a couple other bands like the Mathew Good Band, the National, and Beck. His own band was called the Riots. He was the third act tonight, and he was debuting the song he'd written after he'd read the article. The National played first, and then Beck played. Finally, it was his band's turn. He, his drummer, and his bass, and his backup guitarist strode out on stage. Even with the blinding lights, Logan could see what a huge crowd there was, and how pumped up they are. He picked up his Stratocaster, and without any emotion of nervousness in his body, they began to play, and he began to sing.
"does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your
head and does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your
bed and wall does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside
your shoes and does he look down every few steps to pretend he
walks with you and does he know that place below your neck that is
your favorite to be touched and does he cut through broken sentences
and love you far too much"
The band was really into it now, and Logan shut his eyes as he sang more.
"does he lay awake listening to your breath
worried you smoke too many cigarettes
is he coughing now?
on a bathroom floor?
for every speck of tile
there's a thousand more
you'll never see
eternally..."
Logan imagined seeing Veronica now, laughing and smiling with her boyfriend, fiance, whatever the hell he was, and the hurt poured out into his voice.
"well i tracked your ghost across the country
and we plotted out my death
in every city we would whisper 'here is where you rest'
i was determined in chicago
when i dug my teeth into my knees
and i settled for a telephone
left this on your machine...."
"[you are my sunshine,
my only sunshine
you are my sunshine
my only sunshine]"
The crowd was loving the song now, and Logan heard whoops and cries of appreciation. He didn't listen to it. He was too busy trying to focus all of his pain of Veronica being happy with another man into his music. When he was singing the part about the answering machine, he remembered drunkenly calling her when she had broken up with him for the last time.
"and i kissed a girl with a broken jaw
that her father gave to her
she had eyes bright enough to burn me
they reminded me of yours
and in a story told she was a little girl
in a red rouge sunlit field
there were rosy red flowers there
and a secret was concealed
rose like thunder
clapped unheard over our heads
crashed for centuries,
diary entries where i wrote:"
"[you are my sunshine
you make me happy
when skies are gray
you make me happy
when skies are gray]"
He remembered everything they'd done together, from the fab four, to their incessant insults and mutual hate, to the kiss at the Camelot, to murder accusations, to Kendall, to the epic speech, to Cassidy, to saying 'I love you', to Madison fucking it up, to the tape and the look in her eyes, and to the words of anger they'd exchanged the night before she left.
"going towards the calendar hanging itself
i will not plea for those dying days
for all the ones who've left
there are a few that stayed
and they found me here
and pulled me from the black
where i was laying"
As the song ended, he remembered being saved from the edge by surprisingly enough, Veronica's friends, her father, and Dick. His final memory at the last note of the song was of Veronica looking into his eyes and him seeing only love in them, love for him, ONLY him.
A wave of regret washed over him, and he stared at the audience, not hearing the sound of their applause. All he could see was her.
The audience went wild, and he gave a weak smile before trudging backstage and crashing onto the couch. When he finally got up, he looked at the man in the mirror. He was haggard, he had stubble, and his hair had grown a little longer. His brown eyes reflected the regret his heart felt, and the jealousy of the other man. He took one last final stare and then turned around.
And there she was.
He just stared for a moment, he didn't think it was real, but there she was. The petite, vibrant, and rebellious blonde that had mended his wounds and then broken him. She looked different. Her hair swept her shoulders, she had gotten even more beautiful if that was possible, but her eyes still had the same fire he had seen ever since he'd known her. He saw the same deceipt, betrayal, lies, and pain in her eyes as he'd seen seven years ago, but he saw something else too. Love. Just like his memory, her eyes were shining with love. Love for him. Only him.
He knew this would end badly. Ruined lives, bloodshed, and most certainly they'd both be drawn into the blackness that had overtaken him years ago, and he knew that he would take a thousand years of blackness just for a year of love with her. He came to her in two long strides and kissed her with all the love he could muster into one kiss.
"I love you." She whispered when they pulled apart.
He looked into her eyes again.
"All words are nothing but lies." He said quietly. They stared at each other intently for a minute, and they knew that he was right. They'd never be in love. He'd chase it, and so would she, and together they'd be as damn close as it gets. -------------------------------------------END--------------------------------------------------- So.... like? dislike? LoVe, Logan is my Lovah
Title: Bright Eyes Rating: PG-13 Summary: Because the timeline on my other story was a little unclear, I'll clarify the timeline here. It is set when Logan and Veronica are out of college, and they are about 27. Logan is an indie rocker, (yeah I know, hard to imagine but for the purpose of the story, please try?) and Veronica is an FBI agent. They had a big fight in college and Veronica left Hearst and never came back, so they haven't talked to each other for 7 years. Spoilers: umm.......
NOTE: the lyrics are important to the story, it won't make a lot of sense without them, so read them, if you may.
-Bright Eyes-
Logan Echolls stood in the middle of a convenience store, staring at a magazine. He couldn't take his eyes off the girl on the cover. He knew without a doubt that it was her. Her lips, the small smile she gave the camera, but most of all her eyes. He could recognize her eyes anywhere and anytime. The soft blue seemed warm and welcoming to most people, but Logan could see what they truly looked like. He could see the lies, deceit, betrayal, pain, and sadness in her eyes. Anyone who knew her knew that. But only Logan could see the love in them.
"Pretty girl, eh? Well don't fantasize boy, you're never going to get her." An old man said as he stood beside Logan.
"I know." Logan whispered quietly. The old man shrugged and walked away. Logan was shaken out of his reverie and quickly picked up the magazine and paid for it.
When he got in his car he tore through the magazine to the interview. The headline read "Supergirl Saves the World... Again." He started reading the interview. The interviewer asked her to retell how she solved the murder of the editor in chief of the New York Times, and Logan smiled an ironic smile when he read that she'd had to hurt some people that she loved to solve it. He skimmed the unimportant questions, and stopped when the interviewer asked her about Lilly. Logan shed a tear when he read her reply:
VERONICA: I wondered how long it would take for you to ask about that. Lilly Kane was my best friend, her boyfriend was also my best friend. Her brother was my boyfriend. We called ourselves the Fabulous Four. We were inseperable. I recall that time being one of the greatest in my life. Lilly was always high off life, and she made me who I am today. Even in death, as she would say, she was fabulous. When she died, it felt like my world had shattered into a thousand peices, and when I looked in the mirror, all I saw was a reflection of myself and the ghost of her. The fab four was gone,and with it my trust and innocence. Nearly a year later, I saw her, and she told me that it didn't add up. I looked into it. I found undeniable proof that Abel Koontz didn't kill Lilly, and I looked deeper. You have no idea how many people I hurt in my journey for the truth. Just as old scars were starting to mend, I opened them up again and freaking poured salt in the wound. I hurt two of the people in my life that I loved, and I have no idea to this day how they forgave me. The night I discovered it was Aaron Echolls, Lilly came to me one last time in my dreams. We were floating in a pool, ironically filled with lillies, and I told her that it was better like this,and she agreed. I told her that it was going to be like this from now on, and she just smiled and said "You know how things are going to be from now on, Veronica. You've got to know." I said that it would be just like this, and she smiled again and said "Don't forget about me Veronica." Knowing that Lilly is finally at peace now was worth it I think. Logan hadn't known about Veronica's dream, and the tear crawled down his cheek. He sat back and smiled as he remembered all they'd been through together, all the pain, heartbreak, and love. He skimmed the rest of the article, but paused when the interviewer asked him about the guy. She said that Veronica had blushed and said that things were great. Logan gripped the magazine tightly and then threw it on the floor of the car, and sat staring angrily out the window for an hour. He saw a peice of paper on the floor, and picked it up, and began to furiously write a song.
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Logan Echolls was now backstage at a concert hall in New York. He was on an Indie Rock tour with a couple other bands like the Mathew Good Band, the National, and Beck. His own band was called the Riots. He was the third act tonight, and he was debuting the song he'd written after he'd read the article. The National played first, and then Beck played. Finally, it was his band's turn. He, his drummer, and his bass, and his backup guitarist strode out on stage. Even with the blinding lights, Logan could see what a huge crowd there was, and how pumped up they are. He picked up his Stratocaster, and without any emotion of nervousness in his body, they began to play, and he began to sing.
"does he kiss your eyelids in the morning when you start to raise your
head and does he sing to you incessantly from the space between your
bed and wall does he walk around all day at school with his feet inside
your shoes and does he look down every few steps to pretend he
walks with you and does he know that place below your neck that is
your favorite to be touched and does he cut through broken sentences
and love you far too much"
The band was really into it now, and Logan shut his eyes as he sang more.
"does he lay awake listening to your breath
worried you smoke too many cigarettes
is he coughing now?
on a bathroom floor?
for every speck of tile
there's a thousand more
you'll never see
eternally..."
Logan imagined seeing Veronica now, laughing and smiling with her boyfriend, fiance, whatever the hell he was, and the hurt poured out into his voice.
"well i tracked your ghost across the country
and we plotted out my death
in every city we would whisper 'here is where you rest'
i was determined in chicago
when i dug my teeth into my knees
and i settled for a telephone
left this on your machine...."
"[you are my sunshine,
my only sunshine
you are my sunshine
my only sunshine]"
The crowd was loving the song now, and Logan heard whoops and cries of appreciation. He didn't listen to it. He was too busy trying to focus all of his pain of Veronica being happy with another man into his music. When he was singing the part about the answering machine, he remembered drunkenly calling her when she had broken up with him for the last time.
"and i kissed a girl with a broken jaw
that her father gave to her
she had eyes bright enough to burn me
they reminded me of yours
and in a story told she was a little girl
in a red rouge sunlit field
there were rosy red flowers there
and a secret was concealed
rose like thunder
clapped unheard over our heads
crashed for centuries,
diary entries where i wrote:"
"[you are my sunshine
you make me happy
when skies are gray
you make me happy
when skies are gray]"
He remembered everything they'd done together, from the fab four, to their incessant insults and mutual hate, to the kiss at the Camelot, to murder accusations, to Kendall, to the epic speech, to Cassidy, to saying 'I love you', to Madison fucking it up, to the tape and the look in her eyes, and to the words of anger they'd exchanged the night before she left.
"going towards the calendar hanging itself
i will not plea for those dying days
for all the ones who've left
there are a few that stayed
and they found me here
and pulled me from the black
where i was laying"
As the song ended, he remembered being saved from the edge by surprisingly enough, Veronica's friends, her father, and Dick. His final memory at the last note of the song was of Veronica looking into his eyes and him seeing only love in them, love for him, ONLY him.
A wave of regret washed over him, and he stared at the audience, not hearing the sound of their applause. All he could see was her.
The audience went wild, and he gave a weak smile before trudging backstage and crashing onto the couch. When he finally got up, he looked at the man in the mirror. He was haggard, he had stubble, and his hair had grown a little longer. His brown eyes reflected the regret his heart felt, and the jealousy of the other man. He took one last final stare and then turned around.
And there she was.
He just stared for a moment, he didn't think it was real, but there she was. The petite, vibrant, and rebellious blonde that had mended his wounds and then broken him. She looked different. Her hair swept her shoulders, she had gotten even more beautiful if that was possible, but her eyes still had the same fire he had seen ever since he'd known her. He saw the same deceipt, betrayal, lies, and pain in her eyes as he'd seen seven years ago, but he saw something else too. Love. Just like his memory, her eyes were shining with love. Love for him. Only him.
He knew this would end badly. Ruined lives, bloodshed, and most certainly they'd both be drawn into the blackness that had overtaken him years ago, and he knew that he would take a thousand years of blackness just for a year of love with her. He came to her in two long strides and kissed her with all the love he could muster into one kiss.
"I love you." She whispered when they pulled apart.
He looked into her eyes again.
"All words are nothing but lies." He said quietly. They stared at each other intently for a minute, and they knew that he was right. They'd never be in love. He'd chase it, and so would she, and together they'd be as damn close as it gets. -------------------------------------------END--------------------------------------------------- So.... like? dislike? LoVe, Logan is my Lovah
