Fic: Secrets (part 7) (Logan/Veronica) (NC-17 Eventually)
Title: Secrets (Part 7)
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: 1266
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!
Previous Parts
So the date didn’t turn out like I expected. It was actually quite great. We went to the Village. If you’re unaware what that is… it’s this neat little strip mall. All local vendors selling locally hand crafted merchandise. Really it’s the alternative area of the city. Everything one hundred percent hand made, home grown, hand crafted, etcetera.
It’s always been one of my favourite places in Neptune. I’m surprised he knew. Or maybe he didn’t. I’m still not sure and he’s never admitted to anything.
The wind was a little chilly as we walked along looking at different vendor stalls. I’d zipped my coat a little while before and Logan had offered me his jacket for extra warmth. I’d politely declined. It was one thing to be out alone with Logan, I didn’t want to take his coat and give him the wrong impression. Well more than he’d already gotten from my asking him out.
I found a beautiful puka shell necklace at this tiny stall, an elderly Mexican gentleman speaking Spanish so quickly I had a hard time following. When I finally managed to slow him down he explained that his daughter had made the necklace. I bought it, before shyly handing it to Logan.
“To replace the one I broke.” He smiled and accepted the necklace, putting it on quickly and efficiently. Perfect little surfer boy.
“I don’t remember you breaking my shells.” His voice was slightly confused and I smiled in glee.
“You remember. We were like, twelve? Thirteen? We were swimming… you tried to dunk me and I grabbed at you…” I hinted slowly, reminding him of a time when we were young and carefree.
“That’s right. You were a little imp! You grabbed my shells and tugged. The shells and beads went flying! Celeste had to take Duncan to the hospital!” He was outright howling now as he recounted the story. “One of the damn shells hit Duncan in the eye. Scratched his cornea, Dude had to wear an eye-patch for weeks.!” His hand slipped into mine and I didn’t pull away.
I giggled along with him, clenching our fingers together. “You teased him mercilessly about being a pirate. I remember something about a parrot and a peg leg you bought him on his birthday to go with the patch.” We laughed as we continued to walk. Still holding hands.
“Man was he mad. Refused to talk to me for weeks. Forgave you soon enough though, even though it was all your fault.” Logan was teasing me mercilessly, looking down at me with a smile in his eyes.
“True. But I have something you don’t.” I smirked a little and batted my eyelashes for effect.
“Oh yah, Mars? What’s that?” He brushed his finger across my chin. This was definitely going to far.
“I’m cute and adorable Echolls. That always gets me out of trouble.” I smirked as he laughed.
“What. You’re saying I’m not cute and adorable?” He batted his eyelashes at me and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Being small and diminutive works in my favour!” I pinched his chin and turned around, nearly running smack into Duncan.
He looked back and forth between the two of us, eyes landing on our joined hands before turning on his heel and stalking away.
“Duncan!” I yelled after him, my voice cracking. I took a step in the direction he’d stalked off in but Logan pulled me back by our joined hands.
“Let him be. It’s not your fault he’s behaving like a jackass.” Logan smiled for a moment, not letting go of my hand.
“You mean it’s not his fault he’s behaving like his best friend?” I snarked back smiling slightly.
“I guess I’m rubbing off on him.” Tugging on my hand Logan led me away from the scene. I glanced back once in the direction Duncan had gone, but Logan was a good distraction.
“Ice cream?” I asked hopefully, sticking out my lower lip. That had always worked on Duncan. Actually it worked on my father too.
“Nope. I promised you dinner! No ice-cream before dinner.” He smirked at me. Logan Echolls smirking was always a dangerous thing.
“How about Ice-cream for supper? I’ve been trying to talk my Dad into a sundae night for ages.” I giggled as Logan’s smile turned into a frown for a moment.
“Now that we can manage. Sundae’s I mean. Maraschino cherries have nutritional value right?” He laughed as he spun me around.
A small confrontation from Duncan. No words actually exchanged though. I think. Nope I’m pretty certain that’s about the point I started to get mad. Angry. Furious with the fact he’d broken up with me without a word. Lilly had at least told me why, but it should have come from Duncan.
Logan took me home before my curfew, a solid hour before my curfew. My dad had smiled proudly and patted Logan on the back. Such a good impression for once.
Lilly hadn’t returned my call. Which wasn’t a new thing. Not with Lilly Queen of the Nightlife. The date had gone remarkably well. Logan didn’t seem the least bit scared. It had been time for a new plan of action. One that Lilly had no part of.
Monday morning dawned bright and clear. Sun shining brightly through my bedroom blinds. Logan had phoned twice during the weekend, once on Saturday and once on Sunday. I’d refused to take the calls.
No more avoidance, no more plans of Lilly. I was going to handle this my way. Handle Logan my way. This whole mess had started at Shelly Pomroy’s party. Where I’d gotten drunk and behaved like Lilly. It was no wonder Logan liked me. He didn’t really like ME. He liked Lilly version 2.0.
It was time to be me.
I got up, showered quickly and dressed in a pink floral cotton dress. Curling my hair under. I applied a light layer of pink shadow and a light pink strawberry lip gloss. I slipped on my white low slung sandals and stared at myself in the mirror.
Absolutely boring. I looked perfect.
No more armour, no more new Veronica. The old boring Veronica Mars was attending Neptune High today and Logan was finally going to snap out of whatever phase he was in. There was no way he’d notice me today.
Standing at my locker, I was surprised when Logan slid in beside me, leaning against the locker next to mine. I glanced up then quickly away.
“So I was thinking. Friday was great. Want to try the boardwalk tomorrow? We’ll go right after school.” His voice seemed sincere enough, but there was no way he meant it.
“Look Logan. We both know this isn’t happening. Either you want to get back at Lilly for dumping you, or you’re trying to be nice and cheer me up after what Duncan did. Drop the act and let’s go back to the way things were. Go apologise to Lilly, she’ll take you back like she always does and life can go back to normal.” I didn’t look at him once during my speech. Grabbing my books and heading off to my first class of the day.
I didn’t look back.
I’d thought I was doing the smart thing. Giving Logan a way out without embarrassing the both of us. No one else knew about what had happened at Shelly Pomroy’s party. Only Duncan knew about our date. Things would just go back to normal.
I didn’t know how wrong I was. Nothing was ever going to be normal again.
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: 1266
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!
Previous Parts
So the date didn’t turn out like I expected. It was actually quite great. We went to the Village. If you’re unaware what that is… it’s this neat little strip mall. All local vendors selling locally hand crafted merchandise. Really it’s the alternative area of the city. Everything one hundred percent hand made, home grown, hand crafted, etcetera.
It’s always been one of my favourite places in Neptune. I’m surprised he knew. Or maybe he didn’t. I’m still not sure and he’s never admitted to anything.
The wind was a little chilly as we walked along looking at different vendor stalls. I’d zipped my coat a little while before and Logan had offered me his jacket for extra warmth. I’d politely declined. It was one thing to be out alone with Logan, I didn’t want to take his coat and give him the wrong impression. Well more than he’d already gotten from my asking him out.
I found a beautiful puka shell necklace at this tiny stall, an elderly Mexican gentleman speaking Spanish so quickly I had a hard time following. When I finally managed to slow him down he explained that his daughter had made the necklace. I bought it, before shyly handing it to Logan.
“To replace the one I broke.” He smiled and accepted the necklace, putting it on quickly and efficiently. Perfect little surfer boy.
“I don’t remember you breaking my shells.” His voice was slightly confused and I smiled in glee.
“You remember. We were like, twelve? Thirteen? We were swimming… you tried to dunk me and I grabbed at you…” I hinted slowly, reminding him of a time when we were young and carefree.
“That’s right. You were a little imp! You grabbed my shells and tugged. The shells and beads went flying! Celeste had to take Duncan to the hospital!” He was outright howling now as he recounted the story. “One of the damn shells hit Duncan in the eye. Scratched his cornea, Dude had to wear an eye-patch for weeks.!” His hand slipped into mine and I didn’t pull away.
I giggled along with him, clenching our fingers together. “You teased him mercilessly about being a pirate. I remember something about a parrot and a peg leg you bought him on his birthday to go with the patch.” We laughed as we continued to walk. Still holding hands.
“Man was he mad. Refused to talk to me for weeks. Forgave you soon enough though, even though it was all your fault.” Logan was teasing me mercilessly, looking down at me with a smile in his eyes.
“True. But I have something you don’t.” I smirked a little and batted my eyelashes for effect.
“Oh yah, Mars? What’s that?” He brushed his finger across my chin. This was definitely going to far.
“I’m cute and adorable Echolls. That always gets me out of trouble.” I smirked as he laughed.
“What. You’re saying I’m not cute and adorable?” He batted his eyelashes at me and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Being small and diminutive works in my favour!” I pinched his chin and turned around, nearly running smack into Duncan.
He looked back and forth between the two of us, eyes landing on our joined hands before turning on his heel and stalking away.
“Duncan!” I yelled after him, my voice cracking. I took a step in the direction he’d stalked off in but Logan pulled me back by our joined hands.
“Let him be. It’s not your fault he’s behaving like a jackass.” Logan smiled for a moment, not letting go of my hand.
“You mean it’s not his fault he’s behaving like his best friend?” I snarked back smiling slightly.
“I guess I’m rubbing off on him.” Tugging on my hand Logan led me away from the scene. I glanced back once in the direction Duncan had gone, but Logan was a good distraction.
“Ice cream?” I asked hopefully, sticking out my lower lip. That had always worked on Duncan. Actually it worked on my father too.
“Nope. I promised you dinner! No ice-cream before dinner.” He smirked at me. Logan Echolls smirking was always a dangerous thing.
“How about Ice-cream for supper? I’ve been trying to talk my Dad into a sundae night for ages.” I giggled as Logan’s smile turned into a frown for a moment.
“Now that we can manage. Sundae’s I mean. Maraschino cherries have nutritional value right?” He laughed as he spun me around.
A small confrontation from Duncan. No words actually exchanged though. I think. Nope I’m pretty certain that’s about the point I started to get mad. Angry. Furious with the fact he’d broken up with me without a word. Lilly had at least told me why, but it should have come from Duncan.
Logan took me home before my curfew, a solid hour before my curfew. My dad had smiled proudly and patted Logan on the back. Such a good impression for once.
Lilly hadn’t returned my call. Which wasn’t a new thing. Not with Lilly Queen of the Nightlife. The date had gone remarkably well. Logan didn’t seem the least bit scared. It had been time for a new plan of action. One that Lilly had no part of.
Monday morning dawned bright and clear. Sun shining brightly through my bedroom blinds. Logan had phoned twice during the weekend, once on Saturday and once on Sunday. I’d refused to take the calls.
No more avoidance, no more plans of Lilly. I was going to handle this my way. Handle Logan my way. This whole mess had started at Shelly Pomroy’s party. Where I’d gotten drunk and behaved like Lilly. It was no wonder Logan liked me. He didn’t really like ME. He liked Lilly version 2.0.
It was time to be me.
I got up, showered quickly and dressed in a pink floral cotton dress. Curling my hair under. I applied a light layer of pink shadow and a light pink strawberry lip gloss. I slipped on my white low slung sandals and stared at myself in the mirror.
Absolutely boring. I looked perfect.
No more armour, no more new Veronica. The old boring Veronica Mars was attending Neptune High today and Logan was finally going to snap out of whatever phase he was in. There was no way he’d notice me today.
Standing at my locker, I was surprised when Logan slid in beside me, leaning against the locker next to mine. I glanced up then quickly away.
“So I was thinking. Friday was great. Want to try the boardwalk tomorrow? We’ll go right after school.” His voice seemed sincere enough, but there was no way he meant it.
“Look Logan. We both know this isn’t happening. Either you want to get back at Lilly for dumping you, or you’re trying to be nice and cheer me up after what Duncan did. Drop the act and let’s go back to the way things were. Go apologise to Lilly, she’ll take you back like she always does and life can go back to normal.” I didn’t look at him once during my speech. Grabbing my books and heading off to my first class of the day.
I didn’t look back.
I’d thought I was doing the smart thing. Giving Logan a way out without embarrassing the both of us. No one else knew about what had happened at Shelly Pomroy’s party. Only Duncan knew about our date. Things would just go back to normal.
I didn’t know how wrong I was. Nothing was ever going to be normal again.