Leo’s Lament (PG-13) Leo, Veronica/Logan
Title: Leo’s Lament
Author: Mastermia
Characters/Pairings: Leo, Veronica/Logan
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1396 words
Spoilers/Warnings: Through NitNW.
Summary: Missing scene from LitB and NitNW.
Notes: An experiment in first person from Leo’s point of view written for a writing exercise at the LoVe board. I wrote it a few months ago and have been tinkering with it, but after One Angry Veronica I decided the world needed some Leo fic.
I knew when I heard the call that I would be going to the scene, even on my day off. But before that moment I had been thinking of her. Earlier in the afternoon the radio had been blasting the call to pick up Logan for questioning in the murder of Lilly Kane.
When I called in Sacks had been more than happy to fill me in on the finer points. I guess I had underestimated her because I was surprised when he told me who had turned Logan in. I knew she was driven to see justice done, but I also knew that it could not have been an easy decision for her. I thought briefly about going to her, but knew how it would look. I decided to wait a few days, calling myself a coward and a fool as I took off for the warehouse to practice the new set list, mostly so that I did not end up at her front door.
Hours later, after a long practice session and a heavy workout, I returned home. I was tired, hopefully tired enough to sleep. The blinking light on the answering machine drew me to the kitchen counter as I realized that I had left my pager behind in my haste to leave earlier. Damn, Lamb would be pissed if he had called me in and had been unable to reach me. Overlapping calls, on the police scanner I had left on, were mostly ignored until I heard her name. Ambulance, fire and police backup were being requested at an address near the Kane estate. Keith and Veronica Mars were mentioned in the call as needing medical attention. I was halfway to my car before I realized that I still didn’t have my pager, but I didn’t turn back or slow down.
Sacks was on the perimeter of the crime scene, stopping traffic and the press who were already swarming like angry bees. Even without official verification, I could hear news reports being filed about how Aaron had killed Lilly and then tried to kill Veronica. I knew the highlights of the story by the time I got to the barricade. Sacks waved me through, asking me what I was doing there. I paused because I had not thought of a cover story. There was no reason for my presence here, just an overwhelming desire to see that she was okay.
My thoughts must have shown on my face, because he didn’t give me the chance to answer. “She’s gone. She left with her father in the ambulance.” He added quickly at my expression, “She wasn’t seriously hurt, just banged up. Keith’s pretty serious though. They are headed for Mercy.” I remembered the ambulance I had passed on the road, unaware at the time that the girl I sought was within. I nodded my thanks and turned to go, when Sheriff Lamb noticed me.
“D'Amato. Are you on duty?”
I turned and Sacks suddenly became very interested in his boots. “No. I was passing by and thought you might need a hand.”
He nodded. “Go to the station, put on your uniform, clock in and deal with the press calls.”
I was suddenly very grateful by Lamb’s lack of insight. It had been public knowledge that Veronica and I were dating for those few weeks, but he had not heard, not cared, or not put together the pieces to explain my inappropriate appearance tonight.
“Okay.” As I started to leave, Sacks caught my eye and nodded practically imperceptivity. He would keep my secret, letting Lamb believe that I had come by out of duty. I nodded back gratefully.
The first thing I did at the station was call the hospital for an update on Keith’s condition. I was happy to hear that he was expected to make a full, if somewhat slow, recovery and that Veronica had been released. As I heard the whole story, I was appalled by what Veronica had endured but I didn’t have time to dwell as I dealt with the clogged phone lines.
A few hours later, Veronica was in the forefront of my thoughts again, even though she had never really left them. An anonymous call had come in about a body on the Coronado Bridge. I took the particulars, my hand stopping as the killer’s car was described as a yellow X-Terra license plate number IQA 6535. I didn’t have to run the plate to know whose car it was. I had seen it parked outside Veronica’s apartment on more than one occasion as I had done extra and unnecessary patrols. Logan Echolls was a murderer. Apparently the old chestnut was true, like father, like son.
I entered the APB and alerted Lamb who was taking Jake Kane’s statement. Two other deputies were assigned and I was not surprised when they reported in that Logan was nowhere to be found. I was a little more surprised that the Samaritan was gone as well, but there was still a dead body that needed some explaining.
As soon as my relief clocked in, I headed out to find him. I didn’t need to search far. I knew where he was because it was where I wanted to be. As I pulled up to her apartment I was not surprised to find his X-Terra parked in the back alley. I paused at the door, seeing the light coming from within. I did not want to hurt her anymore this night. I knocked, hesitantly, and as soon as she saw my face she knew why I was there.
I know I said something about it being for the best, but all the while I was fighting the urge to touch her. She looked tired and bruised and more than anything I wanted to soothe the worry and pain from her face. She opened the door wider, watching me steadily, accepting what I was there to do with the resolve of someone much older. I could not resist the impulse another moment. I reached out and placed my hand on her bruised cheek, unable to stop the love and compassion that shone on my face.
I had told myself that she and Logan would not last. I was positive that I would have another chance with her down the road. But looking at her, standing there bruised and battered but still determined, I realized that my opportunity was gone. She knew that I had come because of my feelings for her, and though she didn’t reject my touch, her face made it clear that she had given away her heart.
Her eyes told me that Logan may have killed someone, but just a zealously as she had fought to put Lilly’s killer in jail, she would fight to defend him. And in that moment, I knew that I was done being her patsy. I would take Logan in and do my job, but there would be no more favors. If she wanted to stand by a murderer, she would stand alone. I thought of all the time I had spent worrying about her and helping her and I called myself a fool, again.
I pushed past her to the bruised boy on the sofa and read him his rights. As I pulled him up to a standing position, Veronica came over to help him stand. Only when he was on his feet did I see the extent of the damage done to his body. I felt something like compassion flicker as he placed his arm across his chest, as if supporting bruised or broken ribs. Whatever had happened on that bridge, Echolls had not escaped without taking a beating.
Veronica placed a small hand on my arm, tilting her head she asked me to look after him at the station and to get him medical help. And the catch in her voice destroyed my newfound resolve. I had no defense against her pleading eyes and I knew I would help her. Maybe I am a besotted fool but I realized that no matter how many times she pushed me away I would always be there when she needed me. As I led Logan to the car I found myself still hoping that one day she might return my feelings. I know I am a fool, but I am a hopeful one.
Author: Mastermia
Characters/Pairings: Leo, Veronica/Logan
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1396 words
Spoilers/Warnings: Through NitNW.
Summary: Missing scene from LitB and NitNW.
Notes: An experiment in first person from Leo’s point of view written for a writing exercise at the LoVe board. I wrote it a few months ago and have been tinkering with it, but after One Angry Veronica I decided the world needed some Leo fic.
I knew when I heard the call that I would be going to the scene, even on my day off. But before that moment I had been thinking of her. Earlier in the afternoon the radio had been blasting the call to pick up Logan for questioning in the murder of Lilly Kane.
When I called in Sacks had been more than happy to fill me in on the finer points. I guess I had underestimated her because I was surprised when he told me who had turned Logan in. I knew she was driven to see justice done, but I also knew that it could not have been an easy decision for her. I thought briefly about going to her, but knew how it would look. I decided to wait a few days, calling myself a coward and a fool as I took off for the warehouse to practice the new set list, mostly so that I did not end up at her front door.
Hours later, after a long practice session and a heavy workout, I returned home. I was tired, hopefully tired enough to sleep. The blinking light on the answering machine drew me to the kitchen counter as I realized that I had left my pager behind in my haste to leave earlier. Damn, Lamb would be pissed if he had called me in and had been unable to reach me. Overlapping calls, on the police scanner I had left on, were mostly ignored until I heard her name. Ambulance, fire and police backup were being requested at an address near the Kane estate. Keith and Veronica Mars were mentioned in the call as needing medical attention. I was halfway to my car before I realized that I still didn’t have my pager, but I didn’t turn back or slow down.
Sacks was on the perimeter of the crime scene, stopping traffic and the press who were already swarming like angry bees. Even without official verification, I could hear news reports being filed about how Aaron had killed Lilly and then tried to kill Veronica. I knew the highlights of the story by the time I got to the barricade. Sacks waved me through, asking me what I was doing there. I paused because I had not thought of a cover story. There was no reason for my presence here, just an overwhelming desire to see that she was okay.
My thoughts must have shown on my face, because he didn’t give me the chance to answer. “She’s gone. She left with her father in the ambulance.” He added quickly at my expression, “She wasn’t seriously hurt, just banged up. Keith’s pretty serious though. They are headed for Mercy.” I remembered the ambulance I had passed on the road, unaware at the time that the girl I sought was within. I nodded my thanks and turned to go, when Sheriff Lamb noticed me.
“D'Amato. Are you on duty?”
I turned and Sacks suddenly became very interested in his boots. “No. I was passing by and thought you might need a hand.”
He nodded. “Go to the station, put on your uniform, clock in and deal with the press calls.”
I was suddenly very grateful by Lamb’s lack of insight. It had been public knowledge that Veronica and I were dating for those few weeks, but he had not heard, not cared, or not put together the pieces to explain my inappropriate appearance tonight.
“Okay.” As I started to leave, Sacks caught my eye and nodded practically imperceptivity. He would keep my secret, letting Lamb believe that I had come by out of duty. I nodded back gratefully.
The first thing I did at the station was call the hospital for an update on Keith’s condition. I was happy to hear that he was expected to make a full, if somewhat slow, recovery and that Veronica had been released. As I heard the whole story, I was appalled by what Veronica had endured but I didn’t have time to dwell as I dealt with the clogged phone lines.
A few hours later, Veronica was in the forefront of my thoughts again, even though she had never really left them. An anonymous call had come in about a body on the Coronado Bridge. I took the particulars, my hand stopping as the killer’s car was described as a yellow X-Terra license plate number IQA 6535. I didn’t have to run the plate to know whose car it was. I had seen it parked outside Veronica’s apartment on more than one occasion as I had done extra and unnecessary patrols. Logan Echolls was a murderer. Apparently the old chestnut was true, like father, like son.
I entered the APB and alerted Lamb who was taking Jake Kane’s statement. Two other deputies were assigned and I was not surprised when they reported in that Logan was nowhere to be found. I was a little more surprised that the Samaritan was gone as well, but there was still a dead body that needed some explaining.
As soon as my relief clocked in, I headed out to find him. I didn’t need to search far. I knew where he was because it was where I wanted to be. As I pulled up to her apartment I was not surprised to find his X-Terra parked in the back alley. I paused at the door, seeing the light coming from within. I did not want to hurt her anymore this night. I knocked, hesitantly, and as soon as she saw my face she knew why I was there.
I know I said something about it being for the best, but all the while I was fighting the urge to touch her. She looked tired and bruised and more than anything I wanted to soothe the worry and pain from her face. She opened the door wider, watching me steadily, accepting what I was there to do with the resolve of someone much older. I could not resist the impulse another moment. I reached out and placed my hand on her bruised cheek, unable to stop the love and compassion that shone on my face.
I had told myself that she and Logan would not last. I was positive that I would have another chance with her down the road. But looking at her, standing there bruised and battered but still determined, I realized that my opportunity was gone. She knew that I had come because of my feelings for her, and though she didn’t reject my touch, her face made it clear that she had given away her heart.
Her eyes told me that Logan may have killed someone, but just a zealously as she had fought to put Lilly’s killer in jail, she would fight to defend him. And in that moment, I knew that I was done being her patsy. I would take Logan in and do my job, but there would be no more favors. If she wanted to stand by a murderer, she would stand alone. I thought of all the time I had spent worrying about her and helping her and I called myself a fool, again.
I pushed past her to the bruised boy on the sofa and read him his rights. As I pulled him up to a standing position, Veronica came over to help him stand. Only when he was on his feet did I see the extent of the damage done to his body. I felt something like compassion flicker as he placed his arm across his chest, as if supporting bruised or broken ribs. Whatever had happened on that bridge, Echolls had not escaped without taking a beating.
Veronica placed a small hand on my arm, tilting her head she asked me to look after him at the station and to get him medical help. And the catch in her voice destroyed my newfound resolve. I had no defense against her pleading eyes and I knew I would help her. Maybe I am a besotted fool but I realized that no matter how many times she pushed me away I would always be there when she needed me. As I led Logan to the car I found myself still hoping that one day she might return my feelings. I know I am a fool, but I am a hopeful one.