fic: It's Not About Trust (But I Need You to Trust Me)
Title: It's Not About Trust (But I Need You to Trust Me)
Author: pockyxchan
Characters/Pairing: Veronica/Logan, Piz, mentions of Wallace, Mac, Parker, Dick, Duncan, Lilly
Word Count: 1,080
Rating: PG13
Summary: Four or five days after he defended Veronica’s honour in the cafeteria, she tracks him down at Hearst with a pizza box in one hand and Duck, You Sucker in another, a grin spreading across her face like a pandemic.
Disclaimer: Anything Veronica Mars or related to Veronica Mars belongs to the lovely people at UPN and The CW, as well as good ol' Rob Thomas.
Author's Notes: I was watching Veronica Mars the other day and felt like I should write some fic. I also felt obligated to post something because I've been kind of... absent... lately.
Piz thinks what Veronica was trying to say to him in the cafeteria with her eyes isn’t really anything, not a big deal or even mental note-worthy. When she gave him that look, he was a little worried, but now a few days later all seems back to normal. Veronica is still dating him, she still lingers in his dorm room as she waits for him to finish studying, and she still listens intently to him as he philosophises about the music industry. The truth is: Piz hasn’t known Veronica long enough to make any sort of judgement.
Logan knows differently. He can feel the difference in Veronica’s presence around him, can feel any discomfort, grudge, and strongly-held anger ebb away, slowly but surely. She’s making more eye contact now, and he can sense the change in her like he was born ingrained with a sixth sense devoted solely to her. Eventually, when she starts to go out of her way to touch him, Logan knows it won’t be long.
It’s not that he doesn’t like Piz, he just doesn’t like anyone who is his competition for Veronica.
Four or five days after he defended Veronica’s honour in the cafeteria, she tracks him down at Hearst with a pizza box in one hand and Duck, You Sucker in another, a grin spreading across her face like a pandemic. Even when he absolutely hated her guts back after Lilly’s death he had a hard time saying no. So he doesn’t, and she drags him into an empty A/V club room.
They don’t do anything other than watch the movie, which itself doesn’t qualify for anything above 14A, eat the pizza, and wax nostalgic about the summer he got her to sit through that Clint Eastwood marathon. Now, she’s started to quote lines back at him like she can do with The Big Lebowski. It helps him reminisce of a time when Duncan was still around and he wasn’t scrounging for friends between douchey frat boys and rapists who roofie girls.
Veronica being able to sit beside him for the entire duration of the film makes him feel like they’ve hit some sort of milestone in the rebuilding of their relationship. He thinks about pulling one of those preteen cliché moves on her, like fake yawning and stretching an arm to lie around her shoulders, but he knows she’s not as imperceptive as she sometimes looks. That isn’t innocence in her eyes.
After the credits roll, Logan makes a quip to her and revels when she reciprocates. He can almost feel their relationship mend itself, stitch by stitch. He doesn’t know her other one is tearing, almost willingly by her and her metaphorical stitch ripper. Logan can’t know she lies to Piz when he asks why she never calls him back even though she promised to hang out with him during her breaks, but even if he did he wouldn’t particularly care.
She leaves him behind in the dark room, snatching the DVD out of the player and darting off to do more Nancy Drew things that only ever make him worry. All he has for company now is the greasy pizza box and the small piece of melted cheese stuck to the corner of its lid. Logan tosses it into the trash can effortlessly; it wasn’t good company anyways.
Wallace and Mac are more Veronica’s friends than his, and so all he really has right now is Dick. That means every night consists of parties, booze, and scantily clad women all ready to give him the best blowjob of his life because he’s Aaron Echolls’ son. But he’s turning twenty in a few months from now and this kind of lifestyle is wearing him out. Logan can’t remember when it first started to become tiresome, but he knows that it is and he doesn’t want to be Dick, just trying to drown out memories with tequila. He wants to keep all of his wits, thank you.
Other than the bonding over Clint Eastwood and pizza most of their interaction in the next week or so is messages sent by eyes. He doesn’t know what his are saying, but deciphering hers has always been much harder anyways. Sometimes he just looks away before they even start their silent, terse eye conversations; Veronica is always eroding his will, but when he thinks he’s had enough he’ll always magically find some reserve for her.
More recently, Piz has been getting the faraway “mhmm”s and “uh-huh”s Logan can remember Lilly used to give. Veronica has never given Logan those.
When Logan first catches Veronica using them on Piz as they sit at a table in the cafeteria with Parker and Wallace, less than two and a half weeks after the incident in the same cafeteria, a small, gloating smile tugs at his lips. He doesn’t think he has won exactly, but he knows Piz hasn’t won either and that’s cause enough for a celebration.
It takes her three weeks to come back to him this time. He can almost pinpoint the exact moment when her tiny knuckles will rap lightly on the door of the Neptune Grand penthouse. Even before he opens the door he knows it’s her. And when he reaches for her, she doesn’t shy away or push him back.
Logan doesn’t want to steer her towards the bed first because he wants to take it slow, and mostly because he can never tell if she’s just here as a friend or not. In his bones, he can tell she will never want anyone like she wants him, but he does have a brain that puts him on guard around her, and, really, that’s her fault.
She’s the one to back them up into the penthouse, kicking the door shut with a pint-sized foot. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Veronica says quietly, “My dad is gone for a couple of days. I can stay the weekend,” and all Logan wants to do is whisper his undying love for her but he knows that’ll scare her off. Sometimes he doesn’t like how he’s always the hunter and she’s a gun-shy doe.
In the next week or so, he’ll fuck up at least twice. He hopes that she’ll stick around this time, since she has seen him at his lowest and he doesn’t think he could really get much lower, but he can’t ever be sure.
Fin.
Jocelyn.
乔斯林.
Author: pockyxchan
Characters/Pairing: Veronica/Logan, Piz, mentions of Wallace, Mac, Parker, Dick, Duncan, Lilly
Word Count: 1,080
Rating: PG13
Summary: Four or five days after he defended Veronica’s honour in the cafeteria, she tracks him down at Hearst with a pizza box in one hand and Duck, You Sucker in another, a grin spreading across her face like a pandemic.
Disclaimer: Anything Veronica Mars or related to Veronica Mars belongs to the lovely people at UPN and The CW, as well as good ol' Rob Thomas.
Author's Notes: I was watching Veronica Mars the other day and felt like I should write some fic. I also felt obligated to post something because I've been kind of... absent... lately.
Piz thinks what Veronica was trying to say to him in the cafeteria with her eyes isn’t really anything, not a big deal or even mental note-worthy. When she gave him that look, he was a little worried, but now a few days later all seems back to normal. Veronica is still dating him, she still lingers in his dorm room as she waits for him to finish studying, and she still listens intently to him as he philosophises about the music industry. The truth is: Piz hasn’t known Veronica long enough to make any sort of judgement.
Logan knows differently. He can feel the difference in Veronica’s presence around him, can feel any discomfort, grudge, and strongly-held anger ebb away, slowly but surely. She’s making more eye contact now, and he can sense the change in her like he was born ingrained with a sixth sense devoted solely to her. Eventually, when she starts to go out of her way to touch him, Logan knows it won’t be long.
It’s not that he doesn’t like Piz, he just doesn’t like anyone who is his competition for Veronica.
Four or five days after he defended Veronica’s honour in the cafeteria, she tracks him down at Hearst with a pizza box in one hand and Duck, You Sucker in another, a grin spreading across her face like a pandemic. Even when he absolutely hated her guts back after Lilly’s death he had a hard time saying no. So he doesn’t, and she drags him into an empty A/V club room.
They don’t do anything other than watch the movie, which itself doesn’t qualify for anything above 14A, eat the pizza, and wax nostalgic about the summer he got her to sit through that Clint Eastwood marathon. Now, she’s started to quote lines back at him like she can do with The Big Lebowski. It helps him reminisce of a time when Duncan was still around and he wasn’t scrounging for friends between douchey frat boys and rapists who roofie girls.
Veronica being able to sit beside him for the entire duration of the film makes him feel like they’ve hit some sort of milestone in the rebuilding of their relationship. He thinks about pulling one of those preteen cliché moves on her, like fake yawning and stretching an arm to lie around her shoulders, but he knows she’s not as imperceptive as she sometimes looks. That isn’t innocence in her eyes.
After the credits roll, Logan makes a quip to her and revels when she reciprocates. He can almost feel their relationship mend itself, stitch by stitch. He doesn’t know her other one is tearing, almost willingly by her and her metaphorical stitch ripper. Logan can’t know she lies to Piz when he asks why she never calls him back even though she promised to hang out with him during her breaks, but even if he did he wouldn’t particularly care.
She leaves him behind in the dark room, snatching the DVD out of the player and darting off to do more Nancy Drew things that only ever make him worry. All he has for company now is the greasy pizza box and the small piece of melted cheese stuck to the corner of its lid. Logan tosses it into the trash can effortlessly; it wasn’t good company anyways.
Wallace and Mac are more Veronica’s friends than his, and so all he really has right now is Dick. That means every night consists of parties, booze, and scantily clad women all ready to give him the best blowjob of his life because he’s Aaron Echolls’ son. But he’s turning twenty in a few months from now and this kind of lifestyle is wearing him out. Logan can’t remember when it first started to become tiresome, but he knows that it is and he doesn’t want to be Dick, just trying to drown out memories with tequila. He wants to keep all of his wits, thank you.
Other than the bonding over Clint Eastwood and pizza most of their interaction in the next week or so is messages sent by eyes. He doesn’t know what his are saying, but deciphering hers has always been much harder anyways. Sometimes he just looks away before they even start their silent, terse eye conversations; Veronica is always eroding his will, but when he thinks he’s had enough he’ll always magically find some reserve for her.
More recently, Piz has been getting the faraway “mhmm”s and “uh-huh”s Logan can remember Lilly used to give. Veronica has never given Logan those.
When Logan first catches Veronica using them on Piz as they sit at a table in the cafeteria with Parker and Wallace, less than two and a half weeks after the incident in the same cafeteria, a small, gloating smile tugs at his lips. He doesn’t think he has won exactly, but he knows Piz hasn’t won either and that’s cause enough for a celebration.
It takes her three weeks to come back to him this time. He can almost pinpoint the exact moment when her tiny knuckles will rap lightly on the door of the Neptune Grand penthouse. Even before he opens the door he knows it’s her. And when he reaches for her, she doesn’t shy away or push him back.
Logan doesn’t want to steer her towards the bed first because he wants to take it slow, and mostly because he can never tell if she’s just here as a friend or not. In his bones, he can tell she will never want anyone like she wants him, but he does have a brain that puts him on guard around her, and, really, that’s her fault.
She’s the one to back them up into the penthouse, kicking the door shut with a pint-sized foot. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Veronica says quietly, “My dad is gone for a couple of days. I can stay the weekend,” and all Logan wants to do is whisper his undying love for her but he knows that’ll scare her off. Sometimes he doesn’t like how he’s always the hunter and she’s a gun-shy doe.
In the next week or so, he’ll fuck up at least twice. He hopes that she’ll stick around this time, since she has seen him at his lowest and he doesn’t think he could really get much lower, but he can’t ever be sure.
Fin.
Jocelyn.
乔斯林.