Relentless- A Short Logan/Veronica Fiction (Veronica Mars Fiction)
Title: Relentless
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G
Disclaimer:Obviously, i dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Logan/ A bit of Veronica (Logan's POV)
Word Count: 1079
Summary: Logan's feelings after his final breakup with Veronica towards the end of season 3
Author's Notes: Might be crappy, especially since it is my very first try at a VM fiction.
Crossposted at my fiction/lyrics lj@ souls-eclipse
Relentless - A Logan/Veronica Short-fiction (Logan’s POV)
He felt his skin tingle as he thought of her. Her eyes, her hair. Golden strands brushing against her gentle features…
Her smile…
Yes, she hadn’t changed. She had remained the same. No change of haircut or haircolor. No drastic change in wardrobe. Or even her attitude. She was still bosy and inquisitive. Still witty and sarcastic. She could bite somebody’s head of just for talking to her in a certain way.
Yeah, she hadn’t changed.
To his eyes she looked the same. To his heart though she felt like the “one”. To his heart she felt like the girl he loved. The woman of his dreams.
It was hard to make a distinction.
Where did Veronica for Veronica end and where did Veronica for Logan start?
It sounded silly. Too silly actually, but he felt she was his.
At least a part of her. The part of her that loved him back.
He probably never admit it but he was never sure that she loved him as much as he loved her. That she needed him to breathe as much as he needed her.
Ir was always this or that case. Curiosity taking the better of her. Even with the rapes. Even after she was almost shaved bald. He was so afraid that she would get hurt. Concerned about her safety. So scared that he had actually shouted at her. But she didn’t stop.
His rage could almost consume him as he thought of Mercer and what he could do to Veronica if Parker hadn’t understood that something was going on.
Yeah, she hadn’t changed at all. That was his Veronica.
Bold, relentless, fearless.
Passionate, snart, irresistible.
Her intellect amazed him, shocked him or even terrified him at times. She could literally run circles around him if she wanted to.
She could outsmart him anytime. She could crash him.
Instead it was him who crashed her. And he didn’t have to think about it. He really didn’t. A stupid moment. An even more stupid action.
His sleeping with Madison. It seemed trivial. It was trivial to him. They weren’t even dating. He wasn’t even dating Veronica. It was one of those many times they had broken up for some dumb reason.
He wondered for a moment if there ever was or ever would be a reason important enough for them to part with each other. His heart screamed “No”, but he knew that in Veronica’s mind the voice of reason was the loudest one.
Deep inside him he knew that she would never forgive him.
She may forgive Logan her friend but never Logan, her boyfriend. He knew she could make that distinction in both her heart and her mind, though he couldn’t.
He wished she couldn’t. He wished she wouldn’t.
It was all too painful seeing her in classes passing him by, ignoring him, and avoiding him. It hurt even more seeing her move on or at least try to.
Days, weeks he had spent locked inside his room.
Inside his modern, yet dark and depressing hotel room. A room he had regretfully grown to call “home”.
A room that had sheltered several moments of love and happy memories of Veronica and him.
For days in a row he lay motionless, pitiful waiting for a sign. A sign that she was ready to take him back. A sign that she had realized it was all too silly to matter. Too unimportant to make a difference in their relationship, in everything that brought them together and bonded them.
After all, their love was “epic”, or it should be.
Instead she kept on…moving on.
Unlike him, Veronica didn’t spend her time crying and cursing locked in her room., gloomy and filled solely with sorrow, loneliness and nothingness.
Unlike him, she could function. She lived for life. She lived a life. She wasn’t buried under the weight of the shadow of what used to be her life, like he did.
At least she could function and she had her friends and work to thank for that. She could keep her mind occupied.
She had at least that… Her intellect, her investigations.
What did he have? Apart from one friend and his money? What else? What more did her have if he didn’t have Veronica by his side? What else did he have to give his life meaning? Whom else did he have to turn to?
What else did he have to give him a purpose?
He didn’t know where he was going most of the time, if it wasn’t for Veronica.
Listening to her heartbeat when she slept next to him filled him with a sense of completion he had never felt before.
A sense of belonging, though he was reputed to be one who detested commitment.
That couldn’t be further from the truth. Having grown up in the family that he had, it had caused him to long for security, stability, devotion.
All those girls he used to go out with before Veronica, couldn’t fill his void. They didn’t want to. They didn’t try to. So he gave up trying to make the relationships work .
If what they wanted was his money or fame, they could have it.
Just not his heart. He didn’t want to get it broken. He didn’t need any more scars or bruises.
Only one woman managed to to capture his whole being and that was Veronica. She was sweet, smart, witty when he needed just that to wake him up. To make him think there was more to her.
She was brave and giving. She had the passion he was afraid to reciprocate.
But she had won him over. She had seen through his aloof manner and the pseudo-detachment he pretended he had from everything. She had seen into his soul and freed it.
She had freed all the feelings of love and affection he had been saving inside him for her alone.
Yes! Brave, loving, passionate, smart, bold, relentless.
That was her.
And maybe it was time for him to try and be all that too.
But mostly relentless.
Relentless in his pursuit of winning her heart back, of making her see that he was the one for her as much as she was the one for him.
He shouldn’t give up, he couldn’t give up. He needed her to live.
“Relentless!” he whispered and hope started creeping its way in his heart.
~ Fin ~
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Author: force-oblique
Rating: G
Disclaimer:Obviously, i dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Logan/ A bit of Veronica (Logan's POV)
Word Count: 1079
Summary: Logan's feelings after his final breakup with Veronica towards the end of season 3
Author's Notes: Might be crappy, especially since it is my very first try at a VM fiction.
Crossposted at my fiction/lyrics lj@ souls-eclipse
Relentless - A Logan/Veronica Short-fiction (Logan’s POV)
He felt his skin tingle as he thought of her. Her eyes, her hair. Golden strands brushing against her gentle features…
Her smile…
Yes, she hadn’t changed. She had remained the same. No change of haircut or haircolor. No drastic change in wardrobe. Or even her attitude. She was still bosy and inquisitive. Still witty and sarcastic. She could bite somebody’s head of just for talking to her in a certain way.
Yeah, she hadn’t changed.
To his eyes she looked the same. To his heart though she felt like the “one”. To his heart she felt like the girl he loved. The woman of his dreams.
It was hard to make a distinction.
Where did Veronica for Veronica end and where did Veronica for Logan start?
It sounded silly. Too silly actually, but he felt she was his.
At least a part of her. The part of her that loved him back.
He probably never admit it but he was never sure that she loved him as much as he loved her. That she needed him to breathe as much as he needed her.
Ir was always this or that case. Curiosity taking the better of her. Even with the rapes. Even after she was almost shaved bald. He was so afraid that she would get hurt. Concerned about her safety. So scared that he had actually shouted at her. But she didn’t stop.
His rage could almost consume him as he thought of Mercer and what he could do to Veronica if Parker hadn’t understood that something was going on.
Yeah, she hadn’t changed at all. That was his Veronica.
Bold, relentless, fearless.
Passionate, snart, irresistible.
Her intellect amazed him, shocked him or even terrified him at times. She could literally run circles around him if she wanted to.
She could outsmart him anytime. She could crash him.
Instead it was him who crashed her. And he didn’t have to think about it. He really didn’t. A stupid moment. An even more stupid action.
His sleeping with Madison. It seemed trivial. It was trivial to him. They weren’t even dating. He wasn’t even dating Veronica. It was one of those many times they had broken up for some dumb reason.
He wondered for a moment if there ever was or ever would be a reason important enough for them to part with each other. His heart screamed “No”, but he knew that in Veronica’s mind the voice of reason was the loudest one.
Deep inside him he knew that she would never forgive him.
She may forgive Logan her friend but never Logan, her boyfriend. He knew she could make that distinction in both her heart and her mind, though he couldn’t.
He wished she couldn’t. He wished she wouldn’t.
It was all too painful seeing her in classes passing him by, ignoring him, and avoiding him. It hurt even more seeing her move on or at least try to.
Days, weeks he had spent locked inside his room.
Inside his modern, yet dark and depressing hotel room. A room he had regretfully grown to call “home”.
A room that had sheltered several moments of love and happy memories of Veronica and him.
For days in a row he lay motionless, pitiful waiting for a sign. A sign that she was ready to take him back. A sign that she had realized it was all too silly to matter. Too unimportant to make a difference in their relationship, in everything that brought them together and bonded them.
After all, their love was “epic”, or it should be.
Instead she kept on…moving on.
Unlike him, Veronica didn’t spend her time crying and cursing locked in her room., gloomy and filled solely with sorrow, loneliness and nothingness.
Unlike him, she could function. She lived for life. She lived a life. She wasn’t buried under the weight of the shadow of what used to be her life, like he did.
At least she could function and she had her friends and work to thank for that. She could keep her mind occupied.
She had at least that… Her intellect, her investigations.
What did he have? Apart from one friend and his money? What else? What more did her have if he didn’t have Veronica by his side? What else did he have to give his life meaning? Whom else did he have to turn to?
What else did he have to give him a purpose?
He didn’t know where he was going most of the time, if it wasn’t for Veronica.
Listening to her heartbeat when she slept next to him filled him with a sense of completion he had never felt before.
A sense of belonging, though he was reputed to be one who detested commitment.
That couldn’t be further from the truth. Having grown up in the family that he had, it had caused him to long for security, stability, devotion.
All those girls he used to go out with before Veronica, couldn’t fill his void. They didn’t want to. They didn’t try to. So he gave up trying to make the relationships work .
If what they wanted was his money or fame, they could have it.
Just not his heart. He didn’t want to get it broken. He didn’t need any more scars or bruises.
Only one woman managed to to capture his whole being and that was Veronica. She was sweet, smart, witty when he needed just that to wake him up. To make him think there was more to her.
She was brave and giving. She had the passion he was afraid to reciprocate.
But she had won him over. She had seen through his aloof manner and the pseudo-detachment he pretended he had from everything. She had seen into his soul and freed it.
She had freed all the feelings of love and affection he had been saving inside him for her alone.
Yes! Brave, loving, passionate, smart, bold, relentless.
That was her.
And maybe it was time for him to try and be all that too.
But mostly relentless.
Relentless in his pursuit of winning her heart back, of making her see that he was the one for her as much as she was the one for him.
He shouldn’t give up, he couldn’t give up. He needed her to live.
“Relentless!” he whispered and hope started creeping its way in his heart.
~ Fin ~
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