Fic and Family Complaints
So, my mother went psycho for a bit and took all of the family's electronics--cell phones, cameras, ipods, tv remotes, laptops--and hid them, told us we were not allowed to leave the house, play the piano or the guitar, listen to music, watch tv, stay in our own rooms or read, before locking herself away in her room and not coming out for five days. Apparently we weren't spending enough time together as a family and we spent too much time on our separate projects. (My entire family is made up of musicians and artists so we spend a lot of time alone, working on those things.) Though I don't see how keeping herself isolated in her room from was supposed to help this whole family "togetherness" we were supposed to develop, I have a feeling the whole thing was connected to the fight between my mom and my dad, and my mom and her sister, and most likely and late reaction to my grandmother's death, since she did something very similar when my grandpa died two years ago. So I didn't argue with her, even though the idea of her trying to ground me when I am less than a month shy of my twenty first birthday is ridiculous. We all played happy family and tip toed around my mother until she calmed down and gave everything back last night.
I was very happy to stop sneaking onto my sister's computer to check my e-mail and livejournal (which I couldn't do very often) and to get back to writing my Star Trek story. Of course, then I happened to watch and episode of Veronica Mars with my sister and Veronica and Logan wouldn't stop talking in my head.
It's just a short scene and quickly written and I don't plan on going anywhere with this, they just wouldn't stop screaming in my head and I needed to write it out so I could get back to the Star Trek.
Title: How It's Going to Be
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairings: Veronica/Logan, mentions of Logan/Madison
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I am not making any money from this.
Timeline: Post season 3, based on the assumption that Logan and Veronica got back together at some point.
“I can’t believe you would do something like that.” Veronica shook her head. “Never mind. I can easily believe you would do something like that. In fact I should have expected it.” She let out a bitter laugh. “You just don’t change, do you Logan?”
Logan reached for her hands. “Veronica, let me explain.”
She pulled back. “No. I can’t listen to this. I’m leaving.”
She tried to push past him and head to the door but he stopped her, grabbing her by the arms and holding her. “Don’t go.”
“Don’t touch me!” She jerked away from him. “You don’t get to touch me.” Veronica could feel her eyes burn and she turned away from him, wrapping her arms around herself.
She heard him make a sound behind her, a sort of half sigh, half chuckle. “So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?”
“Yeah.” She wiped at her eyes and tried to ignore the rough, wavering sound of her voice. “That’s how it’s going to be.”
There was a loud thump and then a crash and Veronica flinched. “You know, that’s so typical of you, Veronica.” Another crash. “Things get a little difficult and you just cut and run. Always the same. You just disappear. No talking, no trying to work things through. Just a slammed door or an empty room, an empty boat, and no explanation. Guess it’s a genetic thing, huh? That’s what you’re mom did after all.”
She spun around, eyes blurred and so angry that she barely even noticed the shattered remains of a porcelain vase scattered across the hotel room floor, or the broken Xbox on the other side of the couch. “Don’t you dare say anything about my mother.” She advanced on him and he backed up, remorse already visible in the expression on his face. It didn’t soften her. She wouldn’t let it.
“Jesus, Veronica, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He grimaced and ran a hand down the back of his head. “It’s just… you make me so crazy sometimes.”
Veronica snorted. “I make you crazy? I think you do that fine on your own.”
“Veronica, please, just let me explain what happened.” His voice was calm when he took a step forward, hands held out to her, but she could see the tension in his muscles, the intense way his eyes were fixed on her face and knew he was just as close to breaking as she was.
Sometimes she hated that she knew him so well as she did.
“What’s there to explain? I saw you. With her.” She wanted to spit the words at him, or hiss them: something angry and cold and controlled. But they came out choked and tear clogged and far more devastated than she wanted to sound. So she bit her lip and shook her head. “There’s nothing you can say,” she told him. Calmer now, firmer. “I’m going.”
This time when she pushed past him he didn’t try to stop her and instead laughed. It was bitter and harsh and sounded much more like something she would have heard from him two years ago, when they hated each other, when they hurt each other.
But they never really stopped that, did they?
“You say I don’t change, Veronica? What about you? You’re still the cynical, angry girl you were in high school, never trusting anyone, and always willing to think the worst of them. No one escapes your suspicious eye. No one. Not even those who love you.”
His voice dropped at the last sentence, to a small, despairing mutter and Veronica stopped, hand clenched on the doorknob. The words made her want to turn around, to sit down and listen to him explain everything away so she could let herself be wrapped up in him again, safe in the snug and beloved cocoon she’d let her relationship become. But the image from last night: Logan and Madison Sinclair, pressed intimately against each other in a corner of the Pi Sigs’ frat house came back to the forefront of her mind and she just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t forgive him for that.
Not again.
“And don’t you think I have the right to be?” She muttered through clenched teeth. She turned her head to look at him and this time, when she spoke her words were every bit as controlled and angry as she wanted them to be. “After all I’ve been through and seen--after Duncan, and Lilly and Cassidy, and your dad, and my mom and this whole, fucking town, don’t you think I have the right to be a little cynical--and yes--even suspicious?”
When he tried to speak, eyes filled with a compassion she didn’t want to see, she cut him off, taking a few steps toward him, voice rising with every one. “Or do you think that now that everything is finished, all wrapped up with its neat little bow and shoved under the carpet that I should just forget about it? Go back to how things were--sweet, innocent Veronica, with her sun dresses and pink lip gloss? Naïve Veronica, who just rode on the coattails of your lives, let herself be pulled right along with you, let herself be the victim--” She cut herself off and looked away from him, wiping at the tears she hadn’t been able to stop from falling.
They were quiet for a moment and when Logan spoke his voice was soft and serious. “Lily’s death affected me too. I was angry and stupid and I took it out on everyone around me. But I changed Veronica. I got better. You helped me get better.” He stepped forward and reached for hands and Veronica let him. “You don’t have to be angry and suspicious anymore. You can let it go, Veronica.” He pulled her closer, pressed his mouth to the top of her hair. “Please,” he murmured into the strands, “let it go.” She pulled away enough to look him in the eyes.
“I don’t want to.”
The words--quiet and resolute--hung in the air between them. She watched their effect on him, watched his mouth first drop open and then clench shut, saw the bob of his throat as he forced himself to swallow, witness as all traces of hope on his face was replaced by sadness and resignation.
He dropped her hands and stepped back, shoving his hands into his pockets. “So that’s how its going to be, huh,” he said again. Only this time it wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
A finality.
Veronica took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there were no more tears. “Yeah. That’s how it’s going to be.”
Logan nodded and took another step back, looking away from her.
Veronica hesitated just a moment before she turned and walked out of the room.
I was very happy to stop sneaking onto my sister's computer to check my e-mail and livejournal (which I couldn't do very often) and to get back to writing my Star Trek story. Of course, then I happened to watch and episode of Veronica Mars with my sister and Veronica and Logan wouldn't stop talking in my head.
It's just a short scene and quickly written and I don't plan on going anywhere with this, they just wouldn't stop screaming in my head and I needed to write it out so I could get back to the Star Trek.
Title: How It's Going to Be
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairings: Veronica/Logan, mentions of Logan/Madison
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. I am not making any money from this.
Timeline: Post season 3, based on the assumption that Logan and Veronica got back together at some point.
“I can’t believe you would do something like that.” Veronica shook her head. “Never mind. I can easily believe you would do something like that. In fact I should have expected it.” She let out a bitter laugh. “You just don’t change, do you Logan?”
Logan reached for her hands. “Veronica, let me explain.”
She pulled back. “No. I can’t listen to this. I’m leaving.”
She tried to push past him and head to the door but he stopped her, grabbing her by the arms and holding her. “Don’t go.”
“Don’t touch me!” She jerked away from him. “You don’t get to touch me.” Veronica could feel her eyes burn and she turned away from him, wrapping her arms around herself.
She heard him make a sound behind her, a sort of half sigh, half chuckle. “So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?”
“Yeah.” She wiped at her eyes and tried to ignore the rough, wavering sound of her voice. “That’s how it’s going to be.”
There was a loud thump and then a crash and Veronica flinched. “You know, that’s so typical of you, Veronica.” Another crash. “Things get a little difficult and you just cut and run. Always the same. You just disappear. No talking, no trying to work things through. Just a slammed door or an empty room, an empty boat, and no explanation. Guess it’s a genetic thing, huh? That’s what you’re mom did after all.”
She spun around, eyes blurred and so angry that she barely even noticed the shattered remains of a porcelain vase scattered across the hotel room floor, or the broken Xbox on the other side of the couch. “Don’t you dare say anything about my mother.” She advanced on him and he backed up, remorse already visible in the expression on his face. It didn’t soften her. She wouldn’t let it.
“Jesus, Veronica, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” He grimaced and ran a hand down the back of his head. “It’s just… you make me so crazy sometimes.”
Veronica snorted. “I make you crazy? I think you do that fine on your own.”
“Veronica, please, just let me explain what happened.” His voice was calm when he took a step forward, hands held out to her, but she could see the tension in his muscles, the intense way his eyes were fixed on her face and knew he was just as close to breaking as she was.
Sometimes she hated that she knew him so well as she did.
“What’s there to explain? I saw you. With her.” She wanted to spit the words at him, or hiss them: something angry and cold and controlled. But they came out choked and tear clogged and far more devastated than she wanted to sound. So she bit her lip and shook her head. “There’s nothing you can say,” she told him. Calmer now, firmer. “I’m going.”
This time when she pushed past him he didn’t try to stop her and instead laughed. It was bitter and harsh and sounded much more like something she would have heard from him two years ago, when they hated each other, when they hurt each other.
But they never really stopped that, did they?
“You say I don’t change, Veronica? What about you? You’re still the cynical, angry girl you were in high school, never trusting anyone, and always willing to think the worst of them. No one escapes your suspicious eye. No one. Not even those who love you.”
His voice dropped at the last sentence, to a small, despairing mutter and Veronica stopped, hand clenched on the doorknob. The words made her want to turn around, to sit down and listen to him explain everything away so she could let herself be wrapped up in him again, safe in the snug and beloved cocoon she’d let her relationship become. But the image from last night: Logan and Madison Sinclair, pressed intimately against each other in a corner of the Pi Sigs’ frat house came back to the forefront of her mind and she just couldn’t do it. She couldn’t forgive him for that.
Not again.
“And don’t you think I have the right to be?” She muttered through clenched teeth. She turned her head to look at him and this time, when she spoke her words were every bit as controlled and angry as she wanted them to be. “After all I’ve been through and seen--after Duncan, and Lilly and Cassidy, and your dad, and my mom and this whole, fucking town, don’t you think I have the right to be a little cynical--and yes--even suspicious?”
When he tried to speak, eyes filled with a compassion she didn’t want to see, she cut him off, taking a few steps toward him, voice rising with every one. “Or do you think that now that everything is finished, all wrapped up with its neat little bow and shoved under the carpet that I should just forget about it? Go back to how things were--sweet, innocent Veronica, with her sun dresses and pink lip gloss? Naïve Veronica, who just rode on the coattails of your lives, let herself be pulled right along with you, let herself be the victim--” She cut herself off and looked away from him, wiping at the tears she hadn’t been able to stop from falling.
They were quiet for a moment and when Logan spoke his voice was soft and serious. “Lily’s death affected me too. I was angry and stupid and I took it out on everyone around me. But I changed Veronica. I got better. You helped me get better.” He stepped forward and reached for hands and Veronica let him. “You don’t have to be angry and suspicious anymore. You can let it go, Veronica.” He pulled her closer, pressed his mouth to the top of her hair. “Please,” he murmured into the strands, “let it go.” She pulled away enough to look him in the eyes.
“I don’t want to.”
The words--quiet and resolute--hung in the air between them. She watched their effect on him, watched his mouth first drop open and then clench shut, saw the bob of his throat as he forced himself to swallow, witness as all traces of hope on his face was replaced by sadness and resignation.
He dropped her hands and stepped back, shoving his hands into his pockets. “So that’s how its going to be, huh,” he said again. Only this time it wasn’t a question. It was a statement.
A finality.
Veronica took a deep breath and closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, there were no more tears. “Yeah. That’s how it’s going to be.”
Logan nodded and took another step back, looking away from her.
Veronica hesitated just a moment before she turned and walked out of the room.