Veronica Mars. (Veronica/Logan)
Title: Idiots
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, etc.
Notes: Dedicated to avoidingnemo. I know it’s probably not what you were looking for, but I’m so out of practice!
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Veronica was an idiot.
Well, an idiot in love, but still an idiot.
Maybe she was just a little crazy, too.
That was something, at least. It almost made being such an idiot justifiable. People turned all kinds of crazy when love was involved. She’d watched Jerry Springer. She’d seen all shades and shapes of idiot. Okay, so she wasn’t trying to find out the paternity of her “baby daddy” or having sex with her brother. Not that she had a brother. Duncan wasn’t her brother. Even though she had thought he was her brother and went through that whole icky, weird-incestuous-fighting-her-feelings thing when she thought he was. Huh, maybe she did belong on Springer after all…
So, it all happened so fast that she barely had time to process what was happening and then she was applying pressure to a gaping wound in Logan’s chest, fighting to remain calm…fighting not to lose another person she loved.
She morphed back to last year and all the uncertainty and pain. She really had been raped and all she felt was violated and sick and angry. And then there was a gun and a piercing noise and everything was moving too fast.
She was on the ground and there was blood, but it wasn’t hers. And there he was. Gasping for breath and still trying to protect her. From Cassidy. From herself. From everything. And he did it all in that stupid, annoying, Logan-way: head first and without a backup plan. Nope, this was it.
She was just so tired and as she lifted her eyes and her gaze locked with Cassidy’s, she knew he was tired, too. He dropped the gun and shook his head and just…jumped. And why not? Look what he’d become.
Maybe that’s what made her the biggest idiot of all, because in that moment, she truly did feel sorry for Cassidy. She hated the way she felt, so conflicted and relieved and mad. She might have pressed a little too hard on Logan’s chest, but he was an idiot, too.
He could have died. Like, seriously, died. And that would be it. And who would she blame? Yeah, that’s right, herself. And she certainly didn’t need that burden. So, she yelled at him that he better hang on until the medics got there because she didn’t do tragedies any more. And he could just forget about their story being epic if he left her soaked in blood, crying over his sorry ass. No, she wouldn’t do it.
But, he had taken a bullet for her, so, of course, she had no other choice but to forgive him.
And, Logan, being the suave and sarcastic wit he was had told her that if he did pull through, she would be obligated to take him back.
He did.
So, she did.
And since her life had never been a fairytale, they didn’t exactly have a happily ever after.
Truth was she had a right to be afraid because that bullet had lodged itself into Logan’s spine and there were consequences for his rash decision.
So, here she was, tucked away in a corner in the private Rehab centre, minding her P’s and Q’s while some Barbie-wanna-be flexed and fondled her boyfriend’s limbs. Stretches, her ass! These moves looked like they came straight out of the Kama Sutra.
“Hey, Mindy, that’s one muscle he doesn’t seem to have a problem with, so steer clear of it, okay?”
“Jealous, Darling?”
Soaked in sweat, jaw tense from what she knew were painful workouts, Logan smirked at her. The fact that he was alive, and able to be as obnoxious as ever, made Veronica smile despite her best efforts.
“You wish!”
They had been through a lot in the past few months. What her therapist liked to call a “growth period.” She was still as short as ever, but hey, whatever worked. And somehow they worked. They…fit.
She held his hand when he looked all the doctors in the eye and told them that he would walk again, despite any of their opinions. And he held her on the nights that she couldn’t sleep.
There were a lot of tears in the days following the incident on the rooftop, not all of them hers. But somehow they made it through together.
Logan had been right and that fact would have annoyed her any other time, but when she saw him take his first stumbled step, she didn’t give a shit if she was ever right again. And that was really saying something, since that was the main part of her repertoire.
Not everything was perfect. Hell, nothing ever was, but they were getting by, coping. Logan still had a long way to go before he was fully healed and Veronica’s own wounds were still open, but they were getting there. Slowly, but surely.
Veronica caught Logan’s eye. They darkened instantly as they scanned down her body. Logan was possibly the only person capable of making her feel desirable in an old pair of jeans and a hoodie. Heat began to spread through her body. Logan’s eyebrows quirked up, challengingly.
“Uh, I think that’s all for today, Mindy. See you tomorrow.”
His gaze wavered for only a second.
The blonde Supermodel-esque, physical therapist stopped her actions, somewhat offended, and practically dropped Logan back into his chair.
“Hey, come here,” he beckoned Veronica just as soon as Mindy had left them alone.
Veronica settled into his lap easily. She pushed his wet hair off his forehead.
“You need a shower,” she said, softly, before planting a kiss just above his eyebrow.
“I think I might require some assistance. You wanna get out of here? We can sneak over to my place and you can play nurse maid to my troubled, yet adorable and irresistible patient. You know, until your dad bursts through the doors and demands I stop seeing you all “Romeo and Juliet” style.”
Veronica dropped her head to his chest and licked the crook of his neck. She could feel him shudder.
“We’re nothing like “Romeo and Juliet.””
“Sure we are,” he deadpanned.
“Did you even read “Romeo and Juliet”?”
“Cliff notes,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice, as he tenderly stroked her hair.
“Right. They both die, you know?” she said, rolling her eyes. “And, anyway, I don’t think you have to worry about my dad. He actually likes you now. You know, since you took a bullet for his only daughter.”
The last bit came out with more reverence than she would have liked, because no matter how many times they’ve talked about it, she could never say how much it would have killed her if he had died trying to save her life.
“Ah, I see,” he said, tightening his grip a little. “Of course, that’s how I usually win over all the dads.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yep, works every time.”
Maybe their story wasn’t epic in the same way “Romeo and Juliet” was epic and maybe they were a pair of idiots, but that suited her just fine.
End.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, etc.
Notes: Dedicated to avoidingnemo. I know it’s probably not what you were looking for, but I’m so out of practice!
________
Veronica was an idiot.
Well, an idiot in love, but still an idiot.
Maybe she was just a little crazy, too.
That was something, at least. It almost made being such an idiot justifiable. People turned all kinds of crazy when love was involved. She’d watched Jerry Springer. She’d seen all shades and shapes of idiot. Okay, so she wasn’t trying to find out the paternity of her “baby daddy” or having sex with her brother. Not that she had a brother. Duncan wasn’t her brother. Even though she had thought he was her brother and went through that whole icky, weird-incestuous-fighting-her-feelings thing when she thought he was. Huh, maybe she did belong on Springer after all…
So, it all happened so fast that she barely had time to process what was happening and then she was applying pressure to a gaping wound in Logan’s chest, fighting to remain calm…fighting not to lose another person she loved.
She morphed back to last year and all the uncertainty and pain. She really had been raped and all she felt was violated and sick and angry. And then there was a gun and a piercing noise and everything was moving too fast.
She was on the ground and there was blood, but it wasn’t hers. And there he was. Gasping for breath and still trying to protect her. From Cassidy. From herself. From everything. And he did it all in that stupid, annoying, Logan-way: head first and without a backup plan. Nope, this was it.
She was just so tired and as she lifted her eyes and her gaze locked with Cassidy’s, she knew he was tired, too. He dropped the gun and shook his head and just…jumped. And why not? Look what he’d become.
Maybe that’s what made her the biggest idiot of all, because in that moment, she truly did feel sorry for Cassidy. She hated the way she felt, so conflicted and relieved and mad. She might have pressed a little too hard on Logan’s chest, but he was an idiot, too.
He could have died. Like, seriously, died. And that would be it. And who would she blame? Yeah, that’s right, herself. And she certainly didn’t need that burden. So, she yelled at him that he better hang on until the medics got there because she didn’t do tragedies any more. And he could just forget about their story being epic if he left her soaked in blood, crying over his sorry ass. No, she wouldn’t do it.
But, he had taken a bullet for her, so, of course, she had no other choice but to forgive him.
And, Logan, being the suave and sarcastic wit he was had told her that if he did pull through, she would be obligated to take him back.
He did.
So, she did.
And since her life had never been a fairytale, they didn’t exactly have a happily ever after.
Truth was she had a right to be afraid because that bullet had lodged itself into Logan’s spine and there were consequences for his rash decision.
So, here she was, tucked away in a corner in the private Rehab centre, minding her P’s and Q’s while some Barbie-wanna-be flexed and fondled her boyfriend’s limbs. Stretches, her ass! These moves looked like they came straight out of the Kama Sutra.
“Hey, Mindy, that’s one muscle he doesn’t seem to have a problem with, so steer clear of it, okay?”
“Jealous, Darling?”
Soaked in sweat, jaw tense from what she knew were painful workouts, Logan smirked at her. The fact that he was alive, and able to be as obnoxious as ever, made Veronica smile despite her best efforts.
“You wish!”
They had been through a lot in the past few months. What her therapist liked to call a “growth period.” She was still as short as ever, but hey, whatever worked. And somehow they worked. They…fit.
She held his hand when he looked all the doctors in the eye and told them that he would walk again, despite any of their opinions. And he held her on the nights that she couldn’t sleep.
There were a lot of tears in the days following the incident on the rooftop, not all of them hers. But somehow they made it through together.
Logan had been right and that fact would have annoyed her any other time, but when she saw him take his first stumbled step, she didn’t give a shit if she was ever right again. And that was really saying something, since that was the main part of her repertoire.
Not everything was perfect. Hell, nothing ever was, but they were getting by, coping. Logan still had a long way to go before he was fully healed and Veronica’s own wounds were still open, but they were getting there. Slowly, but surely.
Veronica caught Logan’s eye. They darkened instantly as they scanned down her body. Logan was possibly the only person capable of making her feel desirable in an old pair of jeans and a hoodie. Heat began to spread through her body. Logan’s eyebrows quirked up, challengingly.
“Uh, I think that’s all for today, Mindy. See you tomorrow.”
His gaze wavered for only a second.
The blonde Supermodel-esque, physical therapist stopped her actions, somewhat offended, and practically dropped Logan back into his chair.
“Hey, come here,” he beckoned Veronica just as soon as Mindy had left them alone.
Veronica settled into his lap easily. She pushed his wet hair off his forehead.
“You need a shower,” she said, softly, before planting a kiss just above his eyebrow.
“I think I might require some assistance. You wanna get out of here? We can sneak over to my place and you can play nurse maid to my troubled, yet adorable and irresistible patient. You know, until your dad bursts through the doors and demands I stop seeing you all “Romeo and Juliet” style.”
Veronica dropped her head to his chest and licked the crook of his neck. She could feel him shudder.
“We’re nothing like “Romeo and Juliet.””
“Sure we are,” he deadpanned.
“Did you even read “Romeo and Juliet”?”
“Cliff notes,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice, as he tenderly stroked her hair.
“Right. They both die, you know?” she said, rolling her eyes. “And, anyway, I don’t think you have to worry about my dad. He actually likes you now. You know, since you took a bullet for his only daughter.”
The last bit came out with more reverence than she would have liked, because no matter how many times they’ve talked about it, she could never say how much it would have killed her if he had died trying to save her life.
“Ah, I see,” he said, tightening his grip a little. “Of course, that’s how I usually win over all the dads.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yep, works every time.”
Maybe their story wasn’t epic in the same way “Romeo and Juliet” was epic and maybe they were a pair of idiots, but that suited her just fine.
End.