Fic: So what have I missed? (Logan, Veronica) R [3/?]
Title: So, what have I missed?
Author: miss_v_mars
Pairing: Veronica, Logan, but the whole gang is there.
Rating: R (for language)
Spoilers: All of season three
Summary: What happened after season three finished
Word Count: 1,422
Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars. Sadly.
I know it’s been ages since I’ve posted anything on this story. Just a little chapter but a bigger one is spilling out as we speak. Enjoy & comment,, that’s all I ask ..xo
It’s the first day back after summer break and with her detective skills she had made some observations. Number two is the fact that after 3 months, 92 days, no card transactions, or car rentals. Logan Echolls was missing.
Veronica.
Calling the sheriff was no-go. After all Vinne is worse than Lamb and wouldn’t be able to find a person, unless they were up actually up his butt. Damn it, this isn’t helping me. Trying to be witty, it’s just making me feel sicker. God Logan why didn’t I make an effort to check up on you, I should have known something was wrong. Try as I might I can’t seem to get over the fact that you called Parker first. I know it’s the last thing I should be worrying about at the moment but I can’t help it.
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“Here listen to the voicemail” Parker said before shoving her mobile into Veronica’s hand.
The formalities of ‘hello’ & ‘how are you’ are not discussed.
She couldn’t clear her head, she couldn’t control her hand. Maybe she was having an out of body experience. God what if he was dead? What if she was too late? Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Veronica?” Mac asked tenderly.
It snapped Veronica out of her stupor and she clicked the call button which connected her to voicemail.
“Sorry” she mumbled turning her back on the other two as the message began to play.
“Parker, hey, it’s me... Uh Logan. I, I’m sorry about how things went down between us before I left. You mean a lot to me and... listen can we meet up when I get back? Call me. Please. If you want to and...what the hell?” then there were lots of unexplainable noises, as if the phone had been dropped and then a voice that sent chills up Veronica’s spine, said, “Logan Echolls we have come to collect.”
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Parker
Veronica isn’t moving. She isn’t saying anything. I wish she would snap out of it because it is freaking me out. I thought she out of all people would know what to do. Obviously not. She better pull it together quickly It’s starting to bug me...
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Veronica
She replays the message 6 times before she realises the other two are staring at her like she is insane.
She snaps into Veronica-Mars-FBI/Detective-Mode.
“Is this the only contact you have had with him over the summer?” she asks, dreading the answer, but needing to know it all the same.
“Yea. I haven’t talked to him. I was angry at him because...” She shrugs her shoulders and the sentence is left hanging in the air.
“Look guys this is not time to be putting a large purple elephant in the room. We need to think, who would want to hurt Logan.... Veronica?” Mac says impatiently.
Veronica lets out a dry, hollow laugh. She sits down on Mac’s bed and her mind starts to travel.
Neptune grand, 4 months ago...... Veronica stands in the door way of Logans bedroom, she tries not to think of how many times they’ve rolled around in the crisp cotton sheets together. How she use to feel so complete laying in his arms. “We tried to be friends, and it didn’t work. This is the moment, Logan, right now, where it’s just done. You’re out of my life.... forever.” The sad thing is this time she actually means it......
Veronica shakes her head to clear away the memories. There is no way she is letting things end like that. All she can think about is two words. Epic.love.
“Okay Mac, grab me your laptop, I’m going to see if I can find any transactions in his name, his mums, or Aarons. There has got to be something.”
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Leanne has never been a fan of hitch hiking, but the old bomb of a car she bought for $200 (that Lenny promised to fix up for her) died out basically halfway up the driveway. So here she is. She’d figured out that if she could manage to scrape some money together (half she saved for happy hour, of course) she could scrub herself up pretty good, which made it much more likely to be picked up. She still had her blonde hair (although now it was accompanied with a few greys hairs), and skinny frame. Even though wrinkles had started to etch her face, she could still charm the men. A large truck honks, startling her. It pulls over, and she walks quickly over as the door swings open. She climbs in and takes note of the heavy set man in the driver’s seat. She evaluates his profile, and when she is happy that he’s not a serial killer, she shuts the door.
“Why thank you for stopping, that’s mighty nice of you” she says adopting a southern accent, and batting her eyelashes a few times.
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Wallace responds to Veronica’s call and immediately drives over to Mars investigations. When he gets there he can see she is only hanging on by a thread, there is a look in her eye that he has never seen before, and he can’t quite place what it means. It’s after he’s home that he realises, it’s desperation.
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Finally back up Veronica thinks as she looks around at all the faces crowded around her desk. Mac is the most helpful, so far she has been able to download money transactions (which were withdrawed from a long forgotten account by Aaron Echolls, back when he wasn’t a famous, adulterer, murdering, son-of-a-bitch.) , as well as hacking into security footage at the grand which shows Logan and certain intervals. Veronica notes that there is never a girl with him.
Parker is running around cooking and forcing people to eat, Veronica thinks that this cook-in-a-time-of-crisis is probably something she picked up from her mother. Wallace just sits there, and helps whenever he can. But he watches her, like he is waiting for her to crack. He’s going to be waiting a long time because she’s not cracking.
It’s already been 48 hours. Things are progressing, but too slowly. Every second that passes could be Logan’s last. And that thought makes her insides hurt so bad that she forgets to breathe.
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Keith stands in the front of the mirror and stares. He wonders just when he got this old. He really hadn’t realised. It’s not that he looks that old, apart from the baldness he is looking good for his age. But it’s what he sees in the reflection of his eyes that worry him. He sighs and turns his head away, before spraying some cologne onto his neck. Suddenly there is a knock at the door.
Keith walks over to the front door. Backup who is lying on the couch lifts his head in acknowledgement, but then goes back to sleeping. Keith chuckles. I know how you feel buddy. He opens the door which reveals a beautiful lady wearing a slim dress and a large goofy smile. It’s like a burden has been lifted off his shoulders, and he is sure he is wearing a matching grin.
“Come in, come in,” he says as he opens his arms in welcome.
She smiles and steps in, backup up jumps up and comes over to her, eagerly nudging his head on her leg.
“Aw you’re a big sook,” she croons, scratching him behind the ears.
“Aww where was my welcome like that,” Keith pouts.
She laughs. It’s a tinkling noise which makes his heart skip like a teenager on his first date.
She closes the small distance between them and delicately lays her hand on his shoulders.
After they embrace, Keith excuses himself, and quickly makes a call.
He hears the usual message tone, and sighs. That’s all his has been getting all day. He had been hoping that night he could introduce Veronica to her. But so far he hadn’t seen or heard from Veronica in a day or so.
“My dearest daughter, if you are still on this planet please give your pops a call. I was hoping to talk to you tonight... but that can wait. Anyway be safe honey. Love you.”
He shuts his phone and slides it into his pocket. Just as he walks out the door he catches his face in the mirror. His thoughts shift to the woman in his lounge room who is probably scratching his dog to sleep. He wishes he could share this with Veronica. He wishes she would understand.
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