Trapped In You (4/?) - LoVe - NC-17
Title: Trapped in You
Author: love4chemistry
Characters/Pairing: Logan/Veronica, OC Danielle. Also features others like Keith, Mac, Dick and Wallace.
Rating: NC-17, for language and sex scenes
Summary: Future fic. Veronica and Logan are reunited following a tragic death, and are left to deal with the aftermath together. Can they resolve their past issues and create a beautiful future?
Spoilers: The end of season two to be safe, but no direct spoilers.
Total Word Count: 7,991
A/N: Try not to mind the Australian spelling. I try often to correct it to American, but some words slip through. Thanks to all those who reviewed, and please remember to do so again.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything Veronica Mars related. *crying face*
Veronica's thoughts are in italics.
I have to admit, Mandy from When I Was A Child, was an inspiration for some of Danielle's dialogue this chapter, because
sarah_p writes her so well, I couldn't help myself. It's not as good as Mandy is but hopefully it will be a laugh.
Chapter 4 - Normal, For Better Or Worse
Veronica walked into the dining room to be greeted with the sight of a very sticky little girl, who was frantically slurping up what was left of her chocolate ice-cream. She looked up at Veronica and grinned adorably, as Veronica chuckled at the picture she made.
“Ronica!” Danielle clapped her hands, reaching out for a hug. Veronica took that opportunity to try and wipe some of the sticky brown mess from her face.
At that moment, Logan came in from the other room, juggling an array of toppings in one hand, and sprinkles in the other. He dumped the assortment of sugary treats on the table next to Danielle. Veronica looked on condescendingly.
“Logan,” Veronica scolded. “It is 9 o’clock in the morning. Why is she eating ice-cream?”
“Well, I asked her what she wanted for breakfast, and she said ice-cream. So we’re eating ice-cream,” he finished with a grin.
“How about a nutritious breakfast? Something with a little fiber?” she tried in a persuading voice. Logan merely looked at her and laughed.
“Veronica, Veronica. Haven’t you heard? You are at Logan’s. You play by his rules. Anything you want can be edible at breakfast. If the little lady wants ice-cream for breakfast, she can have ice-cream for breakfast. Or she can have cookies, or chocolate, or McDonalds… Hell, she can have you for breakfast if she wants. I don’t mind boiling a bit of water and whacking you in there. Anything for my little princess,” he finished affectionately, pinching Danielle on the cheek and evoking a giggle.
“And what do you want for breakfast exactly?” she asked, a hint of suggestiveness playing in her words. He walked up to her, and stood really close, giving her body a swift glance over with heated eyes.
“I guess I wouldn’t need to boil any water for my breakfast of choice. Ice-cream might come in handy though,” he added as a side thought with a mischievous smile, and let his eyes linger on her body for just a moment longer than was appropriate.
Veronica found it almost scary how easily they had slipped back into a relatively normal family routine. It had been two weeks since Logan had brought Danielle home, and things were sailing fairly smoothly between him and Veronica. Through skillfully avoiding all talk of their past relationship, and focusing all discussion on their new charge, neither had found the situation so awkward that they needed to leave…yet.
However, that didn’t mean that sometimes they did not slip a little too far back to normal. Veronica was surprised the first time he flirted with her. After their conversation the other night, she supposed that would be the last thing he would do, but apparently old habits die hard. Unfortunately, ‘old habits’ included constant bickering. This was, of course, kept to a minimum for Danielle’s sake, but hey, old habits die hard.
Veronica was actually enjoying her new role as maternal figure, and although not very experienced, and lacking maternal role models of her own, she managed to fill the role effectively. After all, Logan was the one with the hard job. He had decided to take the next few months off work in order to help them all adjust to the great many changes that had occurred. Logan loved working as a public defender, but in the spirit of new priorities, he thought the break was necessary.
“Are you missing anything from your sundae, princess?” Logan asked as he turned his attention back to his niece.
“Chocolate buttons!” she said excitedly, flapping her arms around. Veronica couldn't help but laugh. I should have known that Logan was a ladies man for all ages, she thought.
“Chocolate buttons it is!” he sang, as he galloped back into the kitchen in search of the desired topping.
“Logan is just going to spoil you rotten, isn’t he,” Veronica said to Danielle, as she took another big bite of her ice-cream.
“Mhmm. Uncle Logan is the bestest uncle in the whole wide world. He is so funny and weird and nice. Last night he let me stay up and watch TV till a whole nine ‘clock,” she said with wide eyes, holding up seven fingers.
“Wow, sounds like your Uncle Logan loves you a lot, huh.”
“Yep. He said I was his favoritest little princess ever. And I said he was lying, and he said he wasn’t. But he said he used to have another favoritest little princess, but I’m more littler than her, so now I’m his favoritest little princess. And he said it was funny, ‘cause no one’s littler than her. But I am,” she said elatedly. “Coz Uncle Logan said so. And he knows everything, because he’s the smartest man in the world.”
Veronica was tempted to ask who planted that absurd idea in her head, but Danielle continued.
“Do you think she’s a pixie, or Thumbelina, or Tinkerbelle?”
“Who, sweetie?”
“The little princess from before me. She must be really, really small. But I’m not really, really small, so how can she be the littlest princess ever? My friend Tessa has a baby brother that’s littler than me, but Logan said and he’s never wrong, ever…” she trailed off, looking extremely confused.
Veronica couldn’t be more thrilled that Danielle had started to open up again. For the first week, she scarcely said a word, so anything she said, no matter how ridiculous, was welcome in Veronica’s books.
“Well, maybe sweetie, that’s because Tessa’s brother is a boy, so he would be a little prince.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Honey, what makes you say Uncle Logan is the smartest man in the world?”
“He told me so. The other day when I was s’posed to be getting dressed in my jammies for bed, I sneaked down to play with my dollies for a bit more, ‘cause I wasn’t sleepy. And he found me, and I asked how he knew ‘cause I was really quiet and walked on my tippy-toes and everything. And he said it’s coz he’s the smartest man in the world,” she finished dramatically, and Veronica couldn’t suppress a grin. Clearly the girl had already inherited the melodramatic Echolls trait.
“Well, he is very clever, isn’t he!”
“Yup,” Danielle agreed, nodding her head frantically. “Also, Uncle Logan can do stuff that no other peoples can do.”
“Like what?” Veronica asked, actually curious as to what the answer may be.
“He can swim when he’s sleeping.”
“What?” Veronica deadpanned, praying to God that Logan hadn’t been trying to glorify himself unrealistically to his niece.
“Yeah. I was playing with my ponies, and Uncle Logan was on the phone to Uncle Rick-”
“Wait, who’s Uncle Rick?”
“His name is different, but Uncle Logan said his name’s a bad word, and he won’t let me say it, so I have to call him Uncle Rick. He’s really funny and silly too.” Dick, of course.
“And anyway, Uncle Logan told Uncle Rick that he was wet in his dream las’ night. And he didn’t have a bath, because bath time is s’posed to be before bed time. So he must have went swimming. Mommy said once that I can walk when I’m s’posed to be sleeping, but I don’t know how to swim when I’m asleep. Can you, Ronica?” she looked up at her with big, questioning eyes.
Veronica’s mouth dropped. Okay, now she was not so grateful for the return of Danielle’s spirit. She was going to kill him, being so careless. I wonder who he was dreaming abou- STOP IT VERONICA, her mind was so jumbled, she didn’t know where any of these voices were coming from. She cleared her brain and replaced the screaming, overlapping voices with two words: Damage control.
“Umm, no, I don’t know how he does it,” she said through gritted teeth.
“He must have a really big brain,” Danielle said, oblivious to the tension in the conversation as she waved her arms around erratically. Clearly, he wasn’t using the head with his brain in it, though. I’m going to kill him.
Logan chose that moment to re-enter with the chocolate buttons, and a bag of gummy-bears.
“I had a feeling while I was in the kitchen, that my little princess might want some lollies to go in her sundae,” he said winking at Veronica, not noticing the death look on her face.
“Yes please!” she said, reaching for the bag. “See, ‘Ronica, I told you that Uncle Logan knows everything!”
Logan grinned widely, quite happy at the praise he received from his niece, but his grin disappeared after one look at Veronica. She was not happy.
“Can I talk to you for a minute, Logan.”
They made their way into the kitchen, and he breathed deeply, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
“Logan,” she hissed. “I thought that having Danielle here would be enough of an incentive to quit thinking with your dick.”
He was not expecting that at all. All he could wonder was how everything could go so wrong so fast?
Ah, from boiling hot to freezing cold in half a second. This was an example of the old habits that neither Logan nor Veronica wanted resurfacing, but always seemed to just the same. It was in their nature.
“What the hell are you on about now?” he asked angrily.
“Danielle overheard a conversation between you and the other Dick, where you discussed an interesting night time event that should not have been discussed with a four year-old in the room. When are you going to grow up?” she accused.
“Excuse me?” He spoke in a low voice, evidently trying to control his temper that threatened to explode any moment.
“What happened to prioritizing your life, Logan. Why the hell did you bother going to all that trouble, leaving your job and everything, if you were just going to screw it all up like this?”
“Veronica, you have absolutely no fucking idea what happens in this house when you aren’t here. You get to go home, leave, run. All those things that you are so good at. You don’t have to deal with any of the nitty-gritty stuff. So until you do, keep your big ass nose out of my business. I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“Well, excuse me, but I think you do. Danielle is my responsibility as well, and I don’t want her being corrupted by your horny big mouth.”
They stared at each other for a minute, jaws clenched tight, neither trusting themselves to say something without hurling something as well. Wow, his face is really red. Maybe I should stop pushing this, she thought. But it wasn’t just hostility in the air. There was something else, and they could both feel it, but weren’t ready to, so they chose to ignore it.
Veronica put an end to the tension filled moment by walked back into the dining room to Danielle, and he rejoined them after a minute alone composing himself. They both remained quiet, silently facing off, trying to overlook the other type of tension present in their glares.
“So, where are we going today? The zoo? I love all the baby animals,” Danielle piped up, oblivious to the hostility in the room.
It was going to be an interesting day.
***
Author: love4chemistry
Characters/Pairing: Logan/Veronica, OC Danielle. Also features others like Keith, Mac, Dick and Wallace.
Rating: NC-17, for language and sex scenes
Summary: Future fic. Veronica and Logan are reunited following a tragic death, and are left to deal with the aftermath together. Can they resolve their past issues and create a beautiful future?
Spoilers: The end of season two to be safe, but no direct spoilers.
Total Word Count: 7,991
A/N: Try not to mind the Australian spelling. I try often to correct it to American, but some words slip through. Thanks to all those who reviewed, and please remember to do so again.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything Veronica Mars related. *crying face*
Veronica's thoughts are in italics.
I have to admit, Mandy from When I Was A Child, was an inspiration for some of Danielle's dialogue this chapter, because
sarah_p writes her so well, I couldn't help myself. It's not as good as Mandy is but hopefully it will be a laugh.
Chapter 4 - Normal, For Better Or Worse
Veronica walked into the dining room to be greeted with the sight of a very sticky little girl, who was frantically slurping up what was left of her chocolate ice-cream. She looked up at Veronica and grinned adorably, as Veronica chuckled at the picture she made.
“Ronica!” Danielle clapped her hands, reaching out for a hug. Veronica took that opportunity to try and wipe some of the sticky brown mess from her face.
At that moment, Logan came in from the other room, juggling an array of toppings in one hand, and sprinkles in the other. He dumped the assortment of sugary treats on the table next to Danielle. Veronica looked on condescendingly.
“Logan,” Veronica scolded. “It is 9 o’clock in the morning. Why is she eating ice-cream?”
“Well, I asked her what she wanted for breakfast, and she said ice-cream. So we’re eating ice-cream,” he finished with a grin.
“How about a nutritious breakfast? Something with a little fiber?” she tried in a persuading voice. Logan merely looked at her and laughed.
“Veronica, Veronica. Haven’t you heard? You are at Logan’s. You play by his rules. Anything you want can be edible at breakfast. If the little lady wants ice-cream for breakfast, she can have ice-cream for breakfast. Or she can have cookies, or chocolate, or McDonalds… Hell, she can have you for breakfast if she wants. I don’t mind boiling a bit of water and whacking you in there. Anything for my little princess,” he finished affectionately, pinching Danielle on the cheek and evoking a giggle.
“And what do you want for breakfast exactly?” she asked, a hint of suggestiveness playing in her words. He walked up to her, and stood really close, giving her body a swift glance over with heated eyes.
“I guess I wouldn’t need to boil any water for my breakfast of choice. Ice-cream might come in handy though,” he added as a side thought with a mischievous smile, and let his eyes linger on her body for just a moment longer than was appropriate.
Veronica found it almost scary how easily they had slipped back into a relatively normal family routine. It had been two weeks since Logan had brought Danielle home, and things were sailing fairly smoothly between him and Veronica. Through skillfully avoiding all talk of their past relationship, and focusing all discussion on their new charge, neither had found the situation so awkward that they needed to leave…yet.
However, that didn’t mean that sometimes they did not slip a little too far back to normal. Veronica was surprised the first time he flirted with her. After their conversation the other night, she supposed that would be the last thing he would do, but apparently old habits die hard. Unfortunately, ‘old habits’ included constant bickering. This was, of course, kept to a minimum for Danielle’s sake, but hey, old habits die hard.
Veronica was actually enjoying her new role as maternal figure, and although not very experienced, and lacking maternal role models of her own, she managed to fill the role effectively. After all, Logan was the one with the hard job. He had decided to take the next few months off work in order to help them all adjust to the great many changes that had occurred. Logan loved working as a public defender, but in the spirit of new priorities, he thought the break was necessary.
“Are you missing anything from your sundae, princess?” Logan asked as he turned his attention back to his niece.
“Chocolate buttons!” she said excitedly, flapping her arms around. Veronica couldn't help but laugh. I should have known that Logan was a ladies man for all ages, she thought.
“Chocolate buttons it is!” he sang, as he galloped back into the kitchen in search of the desired topping.
“Logan is just going to spoil you rotten, isn’t he,” Veronica said to Danielle, as she took another big bite of her ice-cream.
“Mhmm. Uncle Logan is the bestest uncle in the whole wide world. He is so funny and weird and nice. Last night he let me stay up and watch TV till a whole nine ‘clock,” she said with wide eyes, holding up seven fingers.
“Wow, sounds like your Uncle Logan loves you a lot, huh.”
“Yep. He said I was his favoritest little princess ever. And I said he was lying, and he said he wasn’t. But he said he used to have another favoritest little princess, but I’m more littler than her, so now I’m his favoritest little princess. And he said it was funny, ‘cause no one’s littler than her. But I am,” she said elatedly. “Coz Uncle Logan said so. And he knows everything, because he’s the smartest man in the world.”
Veronica was tempted to ask who planted that absurd idea in her head, but Danielle continued.
“Do you think she’s a pixie, or Thumbelina, or Tinkerbelle?”
“Who, sweetie?”
“The little princess from before me. She must be really, really small. But I’m not really, really small, so how can she be the littlest princess ever? My friend Tessa has a baby brother that’s littler than me, but Logan said and he’s never wrong, ever…” she trailed off, looking extremely confused.
Veronica couldn’t be more thrilled that Danielle had started to open up again. For the first week, she scarcely said a word, so anything she said, no matter how ridiculous, was welcome in Veronica’s books.
“Well, maybe sweetie, that’s because Tessa’s brother is a boy, so he would be a little prince.”
“Oh yeah.”
“Honey, what makes you say Uncle Logan is the smartest man in the world?”
“He told me so. The other day when I was s’posed to be getting dressed in my jammies for bed, I sneaked down to play with my dollies for a bit more, ‘cause I wasn’t sleepy. And he found me, and I asked how he knew ‘cause I was really quiet and walked on my tippy-toes and everything. And he said it’s coz he’s the smartest man in the world,” she finished dramatically, and Veronica couldn’t suppress a grin. Clearly the girl had already inherited the melodramatic Echolls trait.
“Well, he is very clever, isn’t he!”
“Yup,” Danielle agreed, nodding her head frantically. “Also, Uncle Logan can do stuff that no other peoples can do.”
“Like what?” Veronica asked, actually curious as to what the answer may be.
“He can swim when he’s sleeping.”
“What?” Veronica deadpanned, praying to God that Logan hadn’t been trying to glorify himself unrealistically to his niece.
“Yeah. I was playing with my ponies, and Uncle Logan was on the phone to Uncle Rick-”
“Wait, who’s Uncle Rick?”
“His name is different, but Uncle Logan said his name’s a bad word, and he won’t let me say it, so I have to call him Uncle Rick. He’s really funny and silly too.” Dick, of course.
“And anyway, Uncle Logan told Uncle Rick that he was wet in his dream las’ night. And he didn’t have a bath, because bath time is s’posed to be before bed time. So he must have went swimming. Mommy said once that I can walk when I’m s’posed to be sleeping, but I don’t know how to swim when I’m asleep. Can you, Ronica?” she looked up at her with big, questioning eyes.
Veronica’s mouth dropped. Okay, now she was not so grateful for the return of Danielle’s spirit. She was going to kill him, being so careless. I wonder who he was dreaming abou- STOP IT VERONICA, her mind was so jumbled, she didn’t know where any of these voices were coming from. She cleared her brain and replaced the screaming, overlapping voices with two words: Damage control.
“Umm, no, I don’t know how he does it,” she said through gritted teeth.
“He must have a really big brain,” Danielle said, oblivious to the tension in the conversation as she waved her arms around erratically. Clearly, he wasn’t using the head with his brain in it, though. I’m going to kill him.
Logan chose that moment to re-enter with the chocolate buttons, and a bag of gummy-bears.
“I had a feeling while I was in the kitchen, that my little princess might want some lollies to go in her sundae,” he said winking at Veronica, not noticing the death look on her face.
“Yes please!” she said, reaching for the bag. “See, ‘Ronica, I told you that Uncle Logan knows everything!”
Logan grinned widely, quite happy at the praise he received from his niece, but his grin disappeared after one look at Veronica. She was not happy.
“Can I talk to you for a minute, Logan.”
They made their way into the kitchen, and he breathed deeply, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
“Logan,” she hissed. “I thought that having Danielle here would be enough of an incentive to quit thinking with your dick.”
He was not expecting that at all. All he could wonder was how everything could go so wrong so fast?
Ah, from boiling hot to freezing cold in half a second. This was an example of the old habits that neither Logan nor Veronica wanted resurfacing, but always seemed to just the same. It was in their nature.
“What the hell are you on about now?” he asked angrily.
“Danielle overheard a conversation between you and the other Dick, where you discussed an interesting night time event that should not have been discussed with a four year-old in the room. When are you going to grow up?” she accused.
“Excuse me?” He spoke in a low voice, evidently trying to control his temper that threatened to explode any moment.
“What happened to prioritizing your life, Logan. Why the hell did you bother going to all that trouble, leaving your job and everything, if you were just going to screw it all up like this?”
“Veronica, you have absolutely no fucking idea what happens in this house when you aren’t here. You get to go home, leave, run. All those things that you are so good at. You don’t have to deal with any of the nitty-gritty stuff. So until you do, keep your big ass nose out of my business. I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“Well, excuse me, but I think you do. Danielle is my responsibility as well, and I don’t want her being corrupted by your horny big mouth.”
They stared at each other for a minute, jaws clenched tight, neither trusting themselves to say something without hurling something as well. Wow, his face is really red. Maybe I should stop pushing this, she thought. But it wasn’t just hostility in the air. There was something else, and they could both feel it, but weren’t ready to, so they chose to ignore it.
Veronica put an end to the tension filled moment by walked back into the dining room to Danielle, and he rejoined them after a minute alone composing himself. They both remained quiet, silently facing off, trying to overlook the other type of tension present in their glares.
“So, where are we going today? The zoo? I love all the baby animals,” Danielle piped up, oblivious to the hostility in the room.
It was going to be an interesting day.
***