Fic: Secrets (part 4) (Logan/Veronica) NC-17 Eventually
Title: Secrets (Part 4)
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Summary: It started with a secret that turned into two and spiralled her life out of her control.
Spoilers/Warnings: Eventually there will be spoilers for season two, but not as of yet. Spoilers for the complete first season. The fic will eventually be NC-17 for sexual content.
Word Count: 1355
Any Author's Notes: I've re-watched the finale about 500 times so far, and I couldn't get this out of my head. Totally a departure from the norm for me. I don't do dialogue! Thanks to cinaminsweet for the beta!
Where was I? Ah right. The disaster of Shelly Pomroy’s party. I’d woken up with Logan, run out the door, and avoided him like the plague for almost a month. I’d learned from Lilly how to avoid unwanted boys. She is the master after all.
Lilly had been acting strangely too. Disappearing during lunch hour, going to the bathroom during class and not coming back for twenty minutes, when she’d finally returned to class her makeup was flawless but her hair was messed and her clothes were askew. Once she’d come back to class with a different shirt on. Odd even for Lilly.
But Logan. I’d managed to avoid him for a whole month, dodging and hiding behind Lilly when the need arose. There was no way I was going to have the morning after conversation.
“Mall after school, Veronica Mars?” Lilly’s voice broke into my reverie, I glanced to the left seeing her leaning against her locker. Lilly really knew how to lean. One shoulder pressed to the garish yellow paint, body swaying slight as she flicked her hair back over her shoulder. I’d never managed to get the hair flick right. Whenever I did it I usually ended up hitting someone with it.
“I was thinking… Salon? I want a hair cut.” I said the words tentatively, unsure how she’d take it. You never knew with Lilly.
I was mildly surprised when she clapped her hands and squealed. “Awesome! I’ll book an appointment with my stylist. We need to bring out the true Veronica Mars!” Lilly pulled out her cell and started punching in numbers before I could even mutter a protest. I tried anyway.
“I can’t… Lilly you know I can’t afford your stylist!” I made a grab for her phone but she waved me away with another flick of her hair, booking the appointment in record time.
“Come on Veronica. If you really are my sister… Daddy dearest can at least pay for a hair cut.” The words were out of her mouth, tripping down the hallway while I stared. Lilly said it out loud. Out loud meant acknowledging it.
I bowed my head slightly, before looking once again at Lilly. “Okay… but nothing too out there.” I smiled slightly trying to… trying to make peace with myself. If it turned out that Jake Kane was not in actual fact my father I’d find a way to pay her back.
I’m not sure what I was thinking at the time. Something about cutting away the girl that would grind with Lilly on the dance-floor and sleep with Logan Echolls. I remember thinking that the girl with the long hair was Duncan Kane’s girlfriend… and I wasn’t that girl anymore.
Maybe I’d never been her.
Three hours after school and the stylist finally finished. My hair now fell in soft waves all around my face. Short layers that brushed the curve of my chin every time I moved.
“If you want to go for an edgier style, use a round brush and blow dry it out instead of under, you’ll get a textured affect that’ll be almost punk rock.” The woman smiled at me. I hadn’t managed to get her name around Lilly’s excited chatter.
At least I’d managed to talk Lilly out of the bright red chunks she’d wanted to put in my hair. My Dad would have lost it. There was only so much change even I could handle in the run of a day.
Staring down at the floor at my long blonde hair scattered everywhere, I couldn’t help but think it was a pretty accurate symbol of the drama of the past couple of months. Tattered fragments of a girl that might not exist. I snorted quietly, drawing Lilly and the stylist’s attention. Shaking my head and feeling my hair brush my chin I smiled and hopped off the seat.
It was time to get some clothes to go with my rockin’ new style. “Shopping?” I asked hopefully, wanting Lilly there while I remade myself, into… into something other than me.
Of course Lilly came shopping with me. We spent hours going through the stores looking for anything that would suit my new hairstyle and wasn’t unbelievably pricey.
I was furious when we got back to my house, only to find out Lilly had bought everything I’d looked at. Regardless of the price. But how do you say no to Lilly Kane? It was and is something I’d never managed. She told my Dad it was an early birthday present, and my Dad said I could keep the clothes. Lilly knew how to work her way around me. Con my Dad and I’d follow suit.
So back to school on Monday with a slammin’ new do, and hot hip clothes. I’d wanted to walk through those doors with my head held high. I should have known that nothing ever goes according to plan.
Lilly was trying to drag me from the confines of her SUV, practically dislocating my shoulder in the process.
“Veronica! Come on! You look fine Mars, get your skinny butt out of my car.” She tugged harder and I finally slid to the ground, the sound of my combat boots scraping on the gravel made me wince.
I looked like a complete and utter fool, I was sure of it. How had I ever thought I could pull this off? How… Lilly. It was all Lilly’s fault. I glared at her for good measure, still staying in the shadow of the car door.
“It is not my fault. I did not talk you into anything… this time. Now get your butt out here before I really embarrass you and get one of the boys to throw you over their shoulder.” She glared back at me, and of course I relented. A Lilly glare was better than a punch in the face sometimes.
“That’s it Veronica Mars. Chin up! Chest Out! Shoulders Back! Okay!” Lilly false cheered, laughing when I rolled my eyes.
“Let’s do this.” My mouth set in a grim line as I tilted my chin up.
At least Lilly had dressed to compliment my new style. Mid thigh length black and red skirt with chains hanging from various D rings, Knee high black leather stompin’ boots, tight baby t with a pirate bunny on the front. Everyone would think we were going to a costume party.
We marched through the front doors. I wasn’t going to look, wasn’t going to look, wasn’t going too… and there they were, the whispers and I looked.
They were all staring, slack jawed and whispering to each other. The first wolf whistle broke the silence and I smiled slightly, when Lilly’s grin near split her face.
“Nice ass Mars!” Dick’s voice came from behind me and I turned to face him. Same old Dick, smirking at me while checking me out from the tips of my hair to the toes of my boots. Since Shelly’s party he’d been at it non-stop.
I looked to Lilly for a moment before making up my mind. Taking a step forward I moved into Dick’s personal space. “Now Dick,” I let my voice fill with sugary sweetness, letting my hand trail across his chest, tilting my head to the side and back so I could stare up at him with false adoration in my eyes, “this is about as close to my ‘ass’ as you’ll ever get, now be a good boy and run along.” I stepped away and turned my back on him, nearly hyperventilating as Lilly looked at me strangely.
“Way to go Veronica Mars! Attitude to match the clothes. I’m impressed.” Lilly spoke lowly in my ear as we continued on our way to our lockers.
“It’s about time I stood up for myself. Dick’s a jackass.” I smiled slightly as I finally got my heart to stop racing. That? That had felt good.
The first time I’d managed to stand up to Dick. I felt powerful, in control, on top of the world. Right up until I turned the corner and ran smack dab into Logan’s chest.
Author: synful_trixx
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Summary: It started with a secret that turned into two and spiralled her life out of her control.
Spoilers/Warnings: Eventually there will be spoilers for season two, but not as of yet. Spoilers for the complete first season. The fic will eventually be NC-17 for sexual content.
Word Count: 1355
Any Author's Notes: I've re-watched the finale about 500 times so far, and I couldn't get this out of my head. Totally a departure from the norm for me. I don't do dialogue! Thanks to cinaminsweet for the beta!
Where was I? Ah right. The disaster of Shelly Pomroy’s party. I’d woken up with Logan, run out the door, and avoided him like the plague for almost a month. I’d learned from Lilly how to avoid unwanted boys. She is the master after all.
Lilly had been acting strangely too. Disappearing during lunch hour, going to the bathroom during class and not coming back for twenty minutes, when she’d finally returned to class her makeup was flawless but her hair was messed and her clothes were askew. Once she’d come back to class with a different shirt on. Odd even for Lilly.
But Logan. I’d managed to avoid him for a whole month, dodging and hiding behind Lilly when the need arose. There was no way I was going to have the morning after conversation.
“Mall after school, Veronica Mars?” Lilly’s voice broke into my reverie, I glanced to the left seeing her leaning against her locker. Lilly really knew how to lean. One shoulder pressed to the garish yellow paint, body swaying slight as she flicked her hair back over her shoulder. I’d never managed to get the hair flick right. Whenever I did it I usually ended up hitting someone with it.
“I was thinking… Salon? I want a hair cut.” I said the words tentatively, unsure how she’d take it. You never knew with Lilly.
I was mildly surprised when she clapped her hands and squealed. “Awesome! I’ll book an appointment with my stylist. We need to bring out the true Veronica Mars!” Lilly pulled out her cell and started punching in numbers before I could even mutter a protest. I tried anyway.
“I can’t… Lilly you know I can’t afford your stylist!” I made a grab for her phone but she waved me away with another flick of her hair, booking the appointment in record time.
“Come on Veronica. If you really are my sister… Daddy dearest can at least pay for a hair cut.” The words were out of her mouth, tripping down the hallway while I stared. Lilly said it out loud. Out loud meant acknowledging it.
I bowed my head slightly, before looking once again at Lilly. “Okay… but nothing too out there.” I smiled slightly trying to… trying to make peace with myself. If it turned out that Jake Kane was not in actual fact my father I’d find a way to pay her back.
I’m not sure what I was thinking at the time. Something about cutting away the girl that would grind with Lilly on the dance-floor and sleep with Logan Echolls. I remember thinking that the girl with the long hair was Duncan Kane’s girlfriend… and I wasn’t that girl anymore.
Maybe I’d never been her.
Three hours after school and the stylist finally finished. My hair now fell in soft waves all around my face. Short layers that brushed the curve of my chin every time I moved.
“If you want to go for an edgier style, use a round brush and blow dry it out instead of under, you’ll get a textured affect that’ll be almost punk rock.” The woman smiled at me. I hadn’t managed to get her name around Lilly’s excited chatter.
At least I’d managed to talk Lilly out of the bright red chunks she’d wanted to put in my hair. My Dad would have lost it. There was only so much change even I could handle in the run of a day.
Staring down at the floor at my long blonde hair scattered everywhere, I couldn’t help but think it was a pretty accurate symbol of the drama of the past couple of months. Tattered fragments of a girl that might not exist. I snorted quietly, drawing Lilly and the stylist’s attention. Shaking my head and feeling my hair brush my chin I smiled and hopped off the seat.
It was time to get some clothes to go with my rockin’ new style. “Shopping?” I asked hopefully, wanting Lilly there while I remade myself, into… into something other than me.
Of course Lilly came shopping with me. We spent hours going through the stores looking for anything that would suit my new hairstyle and wasn’t unbelievably pricey.
I was furious when we got back to my house, only to find out Lilly had bought everything I’d looked at. Regardless of the price. But how do you say no to Lilly Kane? It was and is something I’d never managed. She told my Dad it was an early birthday present, and my Dad said I could keep the clothes. Lilly knew how to work her way around me. Con my Dad and I’d follow suit.
So back to school on Monday with a slammin’ new do, and hot hip clothes. I’d wanted to walk through those doors with my head held high. I should have known that nothing ever goes according to plan.
Lilly was trying to drag me from the confines of her SUV, practically dislocating my shoulder in the process.
“Veronica! Come on! You look fine Mars, get your skinny butt out of my car.” She tugged harder and I finally slid to the ground, the sound of my combat boots scraping on the gravel made me wince.
I looked like a complete and utter fool, I was sure of it. How had I ever thought I could pull this off? How… Lilly. It was all Lilly’s fault. I glared at her for good measure, still staying in the shadow of the car door.
“It is not my fault. I did not talk you into anything… this time. Now get your butt out here before I really embarrass you and get one of the boys to throw you over their shoulder.” She glared back at me, and of course I relented. A Lilly glare was better than a punch in the face sometimes.
“That’s it Veronica Mars. Chin up! Chest Out! Shoulders Back! Okay!” Lilly false cheered, laughing when I rolled my eyes.
“Let’s do this.” My mouth set in a grim line as I tilted my chin up.
At least Lilly had dressed to compliment my new style. Mid thigh length black and red skirt with chains hanging from various D rings, Knee high black leather stompin’ boots, tight baby t with a pirate bunny on the front. Everyone would think we were going to a costume party.
We marched through the front doors. I wasn’t going to look, wasn’t going to look, wasn’t going too… and there they were, the whispers and I looked.
They were all staring, slack jawed and whispering to each other. The first wolf whistle broke the silence and I smiled slightly, when Lilly’s grin near split her face.
“Nice ass Mars!” Dick’s voice came from behind me and I turned to face him. Same old Dick, smirking at me while checking me out from the tips of my hair to the toes of my boots. Since Shelly’s party he’d been at it non-stop.
I looked to Lilly for a moment before making up my mind. Taking a step forward I moved into Dick’s personal space. “Now Dick,” I let my voice fill with sugary sweetness, letting my hand trail across his chest, tilting my head to the side and back so I could stare up at him with false adoration in my eyes, “this is about as close to my ‘ass’ as you’ll ever get, now be a good boy and run along.” I stepped away and turned my back on him, nearly hyperventilating as Lilly looked at me strangely.
“Way to go Veronica Mars! Attitude to match the clothes. I’m impressed.” Lilly spoke lowly in my ear as we continued on our way to our lockers.
“It’s about time I stood up for myself. Dick’s a jackass.” I smiled slightly as I finally got my heart to stop racing. That? That had felt good.
The first time I’d managed to stand up to Dick. I felt powerful, in control, on top of the world. Right up until I turned the corner and ran smack dab into Logan’s chest.