Fic: Ashes to Ashes (R) Veronica/Logan - 7/11
Title: Ashes to Ashes - 7/11
Authors: moire2 and fickledame
Pairing: Veronica/Logan
Rating: Strong R for violence.
Word Count: Around 15000 in total.
Disclaimer: We just noticed we aren't Rob Thomas nor are we in anyway affiliated with Rob Thomas. Thought y'all should know just in case you decided to throw money or loose change our way. Apparently, that is frowned on by RT's lawyers. Now, if you want to do a strip tease or flash us, that is a whole different story. Or, send us your panties in the mail... feel free. Actually - no. Hygiene issues. Panties in mail bad. Take pictures and email them. Oral sex also helpful. No, I mean... feedback. Is this becoming the longest disclaimer ever? I think so. So, to recap, lawyers who take our money bad, sex feedback good.
Summary: From the authors of Mala Fide comes a brand new thriller. A serial killer is rampaging through Neptune. Nobody is safe! The babies, the kittens - just lock them all away, it’s for the best! Okay, so the fic is kinda dark, contains some violence and possibly has character death in it. Okay, perhaps everyone dies. What? If it is good enough for Hamlet, it is good enough for us. (Not everyone dies. Come back! Read it! Why is everyone clicking X?)
Spoilers: Up until episode 13 of season two.
A/N: One of the authors is American, the other English. The spellings reflect that.
Thanks: Our never ending source of gratitude goes to semby, ethereal_65 and taken_with_you for their wonderful beta skills. They are the bomb diggity and we have a tiny shrine dedicated to them, but not in a creepy way. Or a stalker way. In the, we like their mad beta skills way. Additional thanks to skk670 for putting up with our mad ramblings about this fic. And yes, we do really have stalker-ish shrines dedicated to you all. You love it and we know it.
Special Note: This fic takes place a little while after current events - and some of it is AU. (e.g. Felix’s killer is possibly AU, not spoiler.)
Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six
The stench of fast food remained in the small confined space of the car. She shifted in her seat as she glanced down the street to where Lamb was parked. Despite the dark, she could make out his shadowy silhouette and her stomach turned at the thought of him being the one to hurt Mac and Cassidy. They’d been parked several cars behind the oblivious sheriff on the quiet residential street for hours - he had yet to notice them. It was probably a good thing he hadn’t - especially if he was the killer. He’d been sitting outside Mannings for what seemed like days, but in reality had only been a few hours. She fingered the buttons and slid the window down to bring fresh air. A loud slurp sounded to her left, and she turned to scowl at Logan as he made intentionally annoying sounds with his drink.
“I’m bored,” he declared, putting his feet up on the steering wheel with a thump and flicking the radio on.
“That’s because you have an attention span of a five year old,” Veronica sighed, flicking the radio back off.
“A five year old wouldn’t have sat in this cramped car with you for over five hours,” Logan pointed out.
He dropped his feet, reached down and yanked the seat forward to a driving position. “You’re dad’s gonna be home soon, right?” he asked, “Can’t we just go? My back hurts like a bitch.”
“Aw, want me to rub it better?” she said sarcastically.
He quirked his eyebrow at her and she felt a hot blush rise in her cheeks, as she turned to look intently out the window and changed the subject.
“It’s weird he’s sitting in front of the Manning’s, isn’t it?” Veronica asked, peering out the window.
“Why’s that?”
She looked Logan’s way, remembering he didn’t know about her and Duncan’s little escapade.
“A few months ago, Duncan and I found out Mr. Manning had been abusing Grace. Lamb got involved, but didn’t seem to want to do anything about it - yet here he is sitting outside their house.”
“Are there any nice parents in Neptune?” Logan glanced at Veronica annoyed expression and amended his statement. “Your father excluded, of course.”
“Seems not. People suck.” Veronica glanced at her watch and back at Lamb’s car. “My dad is going to be home in a half hour. I don’t want to leave, but he’s been pretty adamant about me being home at night.”
Logan nodded, and prepared to drive off. He did a three-point turn in the road and began the drive, when a car turned into the end of the road.
“Hey, that’s Gia,” Veronica said, waving as they passed. Gia smiled and waved enthusiastically back from the passenger seat. “Looked like John Enbom with her - are they dating now?”
“Nah, Dick would kill him. He seems to actually like her, warned a couple of people away from her. Then again, he’s probably pissed she didn’t put out and is still hoping…”
“More of an ‘I can’t have her so no one can’ thing?”
“Right.”
“Men and their pissing contests.”
“Well, Dick’s a law onto himself - can’t go lumping all of us in with him, right?” Logan said.
"Not if you’re all as proficient as Dick is ‘onto himself’." She glanced down at Logan’s right hand with a smirk. “Yeah, you are, aren't you?"
"It can do lots of other things, too," Logan said, husky, wiggling his fingers at her.
“I’m sure,” Veronica said sardonically, before feeling a wave of guilt. She was joking with Logan while two of her friends were beginning to rot in the ground. Families and friends were grieving the loss of their loved ones - thinking they would never be able to rid themselves from the lumps in their throats and the aches in their chests - just like she had thought when Lilly died. The car pulled up outside the Mars residence, jolting Veronica from her depressing thoughts.
“No place like home,” Logan said.
“Thanks,” she said sincerely.
“No problem,” Logan replied. Veronica turned to look at him and then suddenly leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, pulling away before his brain could even react. She looked surprised at her own actions.
He looked at her in open-mouthed shock for a second, before he pulled her back, his lips on hers. His hand came up to gently thread though her hair as her lips parted and he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers. He poured all the comfort and longing he could muster into it, before they pulled apart for a second time, Veronica breathing hard. She looked away awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
“Well, night,” she finally said, her words coming in a quick breath of air as she opened the door and promptly fled.
“Goodnight,” Logan echoed, as the door slammed shut and she disappeared around the corner.
***
I walked up to the car trying not to smile as I beamed the flashlight in the boys face. The kid squinted and turned his head to the side before handing me his license and registration. People are like trained monkeys. Flash some lights at them; they pull over. Wear a uniform, and they do what you ask immediately. Stupid fuckers..
“Mr. Enbom, do you know how fast you were going?”
The kid shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
I shined the light in the car, pointed it at the girl and shivered with glee when I recognized her. I watched as she glanced disinterestedly out the passenger side window. I bet she thinks she’s untouchable - above me. So rich, so beautiful, like all the bitches in this town. And this dumb, fucking monkey gets to take her home. Let’s see what the monkey will do next.
“Get out of the car, please.”
I gave the kid a stern look as he looked up at me, confusion on his face. His hand hesitated before reaching for the door. He got out and paused, looking at me for direction.
“If you’ll lean against the car, please.”
He placed his hands on the roof of the car, and I kicked his legs apart. Going through the motions of frisking him, I grabbed his hands and slid the cuffs on. Two cool clicks and they were locked.
“What the hell!”
I shoved the boy hard before hearing the girl’s soft voice. The bitch must have been on her cell phone.
“Dad, this cop pulled us over for no reason and is handcuffing…”
Pulling the kid with me, I leaned down to the window to level my gun at her head. She looked up and saw the gun pointed at her. Terror flashed through her eyes. Not so disinterested now, are ya honey, I thought with a smirk. I could hear her dad’s voice, he was asking what was going on.
“Hang up the phone or I’ll shoot you in the head.”
His voice went up in pitch; I could hear him screaming his daughter’s name as she snapped the phone shut. I couldn’t have planned this better. The boy trembled as I pushed him forward. We reached the passenger side and I opened the door. Gesturing gallantly, I ushered her out of the car, marched them both down the side of the road and off into the brush.
I twisted her arm behind her back, listening with almost orgasmic pleasure as she made soft, whimpering noises.
“Start walking boy,” I ordered, gesturing for him to move in front of us.
“No!”
I smiled and raised the gun. The silencer was already twisted on the barrel. He turned and began to run, stumbling in the undergrowth. I dragged the girl along, laughing as he fell forward and struggled to get up, hampered by his arms locked behind his back.
“You know what’s gonna happen next?” I whispered softly in the girl’s ear.
I pointed the gun down and shot. It barely recoiled, but his body jerked, convulsing with each bullet. The girl shook as she screamed.
“Shut up.”
We were on a deserted road, but I didn’t need the kind of attention her screams could bring. I punched her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her, and she stopped. The only sound now was her tortured grunting for air.
“That’s better. Now, let’s see what is under that tiny skirt you’re wearing.”
I ignored her desperate gasps and pushed her to the ground. Dropping to my knees I pried her legs apart. She began to kick, but stopped when I pointed the gun at her. Her eyes rolled back in terror as I slid the barrel up the inside of her thigh.
“Be good, sweetie, and I might let you live.”
***
Part Eight...
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Authors: moire2 and fickledame
Pairing: Veronica/Logan
Rating: Strong R for violence.
Word Count: Around 15000 in total.
Disclaimer: We just noticed we aren't Rob Thomas nor are we in anyway affiliated with Rob Thomas. Thought y'all should know just in case you decided to throw money or loose change our way. Apparently, that is frowned on by RT's lawyers. Now, if you want to do a strip tease or flash us, that is a whole different story. Or, send us your panties in the mail... feel free. Actually - no. Hygiene issues. Panties in mail bad. Take pictures and email them. Oral sex also helpful. No, I mean... feedback. Is this becoming the longest disclaimer ever? I think so. So, to recap, lawyers who take our money bad, sex feedback good.
Summary: From the authors of Mala Fide comes a brand new thriller. A serial killer is rampaging through Neptune. Nobody is safe! The babies, the kittens - just lock them all away, it’s for the best! Okay, so the fic is kinda dark, contains some violence and possibly has character death in it. Okay, perhaps everyone dies. What? If it is good enough for Hamlet, it is good enough for us. (Not everyone dies. Come back! Read it! Why is everyone clicking X?)
Spoilers: Up until episode 13 of season two.
A/N: One of the authors is American, the other English. The spellings reflect that.
Thanks: Our never ending source of gratitude goes to semby, ethereal_65 and taken_with_you for their wonderful beta skills. They are the bomb diggity and we have a tiny shrine dedicated to them, but not in a creepy way. Or a stalker way. In the, we like their mad beta skills way. Additional thanks to skk670 for putting up with our mad ramblings about this fic. And yes, we do really have stalker-ish shrines dedicated to you all. You love it and we know it.
Special Note: This fic takes place a little while after current events - and some of it is AU. (e.g. Felix’s killer is possibly AU, not spoiler.)
Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six
The stench of fast food remained in the small confined space of the car. She shifted in her seat as she glanced down the street to where Lamb was parked. Despite the dark, she could make out his shadowy silhouette and her stomach turned at the thought of him being the one to hurt Mac and Cassidy. They’d been parked several cars behind the oblivious sheriff on the quiet residential street for hours - he had yet to notice them. It was probably a good thing he hadn’t - especially if he was the killer. He’d been sitting outside Mannings for what seemed like days, but in reality had only been a few hours. She fingered the buttons and slid the window down to bring fresh air. A loud slurp sounded to her left, and she turned to scowl at Logan as he made intentionally annoying sounds with his drink.
“I’m bored,” he declared, putting his feet up on the steering wheel with a thump and flicking the radio on.
“That’s because you have an attention span of a five year old,” Veronica sighed, flicking the radio back off.
“A five year old wouldn’t have sat in this cramped car with you for over five hours,” Logan pointed out.
He dropped his feet, reached down and yanked the seat forward to a driving position. “You’re dad’s gonna be home soon, right?” he asked, “Can’t we just go? My back hurts like a bitch.”
“Aw, want me to rub it better?” she said sarcastically.
He quirked his eyebrow at her and she felt a hot blush rise in her cheeks, as she turned to look intently out the window and changed the subject.
“It’s weird he’s sitting in front of the Manning’s, isn’t it?” Veronica asked, peering out the window.
“Why’s that?”
She looked Logan’s way, remembering he didn’t know about her and Duncan’s little escapade.
“A few months ago, Duncan and I found out Mr. Manning had been abusing Grace. Lamb got involved, but didn’t seem to want to do anything about it - yet here he is sitting outside their house.”
“Are there any nice parents in Neptune?” Logan glanced at Veronica annoyed expression and amended his statement. “Your father excluded, of course.”
“Seems not. People suck.” Veronica glanced at her watch and back at Lamb’s car. “My dad is going to be home in a half hour. I don’t want to leave, but he’s been pretty adamant about me being home at night.”
Logan nodded, and prepared to drive off. He did a three-point turn in the road and began the drive, when a car turned into the end of the road.
“Hey, that’s Gia,” Veronica said, waving as they passed. Gia smiled and waved enthusiastically back from the passenger seat. “Looked like John Enbom with her - are they dating now?”
“Nah, Dick would kill him. He seems to actually like her, warned a couple of people away from her. Then again, he’s probably pissed she didn’t put out and is still hoping…”
“More of an ‘I can’t have her so no one can’ thing?”
“Right.”
“Men and their pissing contests.”
“Well, Dick’s a law onto himself - can’t go lumping all of us in with him, right?” Logan said.
"Not if you’re all as proficient as Dick is ‘onto himself’." She glanced down at Logan’s right hand with a smirk. “Yeah, you are, aren't you?"
"It can do lots of other things, too," Logan said, husky, wiggling his fingers at her.
“I’m sure,” Veronica said sardonically, before feeling a wave of guilt. She was joking with Logan while two of her friends were beginning to rot in the ground. Families and friends were grieving the loss of their loved ones - thinking they would never be able to rid themselves from the lumps in their throats and the aches in their chests - just like she had thought when Lilly died. The car pulled up outside the Mars residence, jolting Veronica from her depressing thoughts.
“No place like home,” Logan said.
“Thanks,” she said sincerely.
“No problem,” Logan replied. Veronica turned to look at him and then suddenly leaned forward, pressing her lips to his, pulling away before his brain could even react. She looked surprised at her own actions.
He looked at her in open-mouthed shock for a second, before he pulled her back, his lips on hers. His hand came up to gently thread though her hair as her lips parted and he deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing against hers. He poured all the comfort and longing he could muster into it, before they pulled apart for a second time, Veronica breathing hard. She looked away awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
“Well, night,” she finally said, her words coming in a quick breath of air as she opened the door and promptly fled.
“Goodnight,” Logan echoed, as the door slammed shut and she disappeared around the corner.
***
I walked up to the car trying not to smile as I beamed the flashlight in the boys face. The kid squinted and turned his head to the side before handing me his license and registration. People are like trained monkeys. Flash some lights at them; they pull over. Wear a uniform, and they do what you ask immediately. Stupid fuckers..
“Mr. Enbom, do you know how fast you were going?”
The kid shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
I shined the light in the car, pointed it at the girl and shivered with glee when I recognized her. I watched as she glanced disinterestedly out the passenger side window. I bet she thinks she’s untouchable - above me. So rich, so beautiful, like all the bitches in this town. And this dumb, fucking monkey gets to take her home. Let’s see what the monkey will do next.
“Get out of the car, please.”
I gave the kid a stern look as he looked up at me, confusion on his face. His hand hesitated before reaching for the door. He got out and paused, looking at me for direction.
“If you’ll lean against the car, please.”
He placed his hands on the roof of the car, and I kicked his legs apart. Going through the motions of frisking him, I grabbed his hands and slid the cuffs on. Two cool clicks and they were locked.
“What the hell!”
I shoved the boy hard before hearing the girl’s soft voice. The bitch must have been on her cell phone.
“Dad, this cop pulled us over for no reason and is handcuffing…”
Pulling the kid with me, I leaned down to the window to level my gun at her head. She looked up and saw the gun pointed at her. Terror flashed through her eyes. Not so disinterested now, are ya honey, I thought with a smirk. I could hear her dad’s voice, he was asking what was going on.
“Hang up the phone or I’ll shoot you in the head.”
His voice went up in pitch; I could hear him screaming his daughter’s name as she snapped the phone shut. I couldn’t have planned this better. The boy trembled as I pushed him forward. We reached the passenger side and I opened the door. Gesturing gallantly, I ushered her out of the car, marched them both down the side of the road and off into the brush.
I twisted her arm behind her back, listening with almost orgasmic pleasure as she made soft, whimpering noises.
“Start walking boy,” I ordered, gesturing for him to move in front of us.
“No!”
I smiled and raised the gun. The silencer was already twisted on the barrel. He turned and began to run, stumbling in the undergrowth. I dragged the girl along, laughing as he fell forward and struggled to get up, hampered by his arms locked behind his back.
“You know what’s gonna happen next?” I whispered softly in the girl’s ear.
I pointed the gun down and shot. It barely recoiled, but his body jerked, convulsing with each bullet. The girl shook as she screamed.
“Shut up.”
We were on a deserted road, but I didn’t need the kind of attention her screams could bring. I punched her in the stomach, knocking the air out of her, and she stopped. The only sound now was her tortured grunting for air.
“That’s better. Now, let’s see what is under that tiny skirt you’re wearing.”
I ignored her desperate gasps and pushed her to the ground. Dropping to my knees I pried her legs apart. She began to kick, but stopped when I pointed the gun at her. Her eyes rolled back in terror as I slid the barrel up the inside of her thigh.
“Be good, sweetie, and I might let you live.”
***
Part Eight...
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