you can't fight gravity on a planet that insists that love is like falling

[neptune_sleuth]

So she'd spent the weekend as a hyperactive child, as Little Mary Sunshine, as Suzie Homemaker. So she'd told Logan she wanted babies, and implied that they ought to be his. That didn't mean she had to wallow. Veronica Mars had been there and done that, and she had every intention of moving on

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[echolls_cursed]

"Ponies don't grown on trees you know," Logan said, squinting up at Veronica Mars as she scaled the branches. "Babies either, lullabies are full of lies."

He was still beat up from the fight with Weevil, bruises all up his side and one on his face. His back was pretty banged up too, though he thanked the tree for that more then he blamed the other boy. As the days had passed, they'd all faded to lovely blues and sickly yellows and browns. Very attractive.

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica's breath caught in her throat, a hushed groan, at the sound of his voice. Great. Because this was exactly what she needed.

She sat down on a branch, leaning forward to look down at him. "Actually, I was looking for somewhere to tie the noose, but thanks for the tip... What happened to you?"

[echolls_cursed]

"Weevil and I had a slight disagreement," Logan replied, leaning against the tree with a small wince. "This disagreement might have led to some landscaping being done using his face... but, uh, we're over it, I think. You haven't seen him then?"

[neptune_sleuth]

"Not since -" he saved me from a guy who's usually the dictionary definition of sweet but spastic. "This weekend." Veronica scoffed, legs swinging. "There's no property for either of you to destroy here, so what happened this time?"

[callmeweevil]

It's the foot stickin' down from the tree that catches my eye, and I look up with a smile. Most of my face still feels like a giant bruise, but it's lookin' better than it did yesterday, and I can at least walk for more than ten minutes without wheezing. Lucky I heal quick, huh? "How's the view from up there, V?" I call, cupping a hand around my mouth.

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica sat down to look to the ground. "It just got worse," she teased. It was, as ever, difficult to know where she stood with Weevil - on one hand, the gaping uncertainty of how much to trust Logan; on the other, his weekend heroics. That he had taken care of her instead of just mocking, as she would have done, meant something.

[callmeweevil]

"Yeah, well, you know. Not as pretty as I used to be." The fact that she doesn't ask me about my bruises tells me she's heard about the fight already, which puts me a little bit on my guard. God only knows what Echolls told her-- probably spun it like I started the whole thing. "You wanna come down, or you wanna just shout at each other for a while?"

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica hesitated a moment, then lowered herself to the ground. "What, and hurt my pretty voice?" she asked on arrival. "I'd rather not. Nice bruises." The fair thing to do was let him have his say; he was too smart not to figure she'd already heard.

[jim_halpert]

What was with girls and climbing trees?

Jim spotted Veronica climbing up a nearby trunk and just watched for a moment, raising a brow. He had been looking for her; had to apologize for being an ass. He had never thought he'd ever do anything to make her cry, but she had. Even if she wasn't normal Veronica, which Jim figured she hadn't been, he still felt awful.

Walking over, he put his hands in his pockets, looking a bit nervous.

"Hey, Veronica," he greeted, looking up at her. "What...are you doing?"

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica turned and craned her neck to look down at him, offering a small smile and starting down. "I was looking for a way to end it all," she deadpanned dramatically, "but thank goodness for your intervention." And with that she dropped to the ground.

[jim_halpert]

"Hanging is such a boring way to go," he said, shaking his head in disapproval. "I was thinking a lot of various death methods when I woke up on Monday. You can do better, Veronica."

Beat.

"Though I'd rather you not. The whole not wanting to lose a good friend thing and all."

[neptune_sleuth]

"Yeah, well, I'm glad you didn't use any of them," she said, glance flickering away and back again. "And I was thinking more like I'd see if I could fly."

[flash_demon]

Crowley was out for a stroll, surveying this new place in this new body when he heard a noise above him and looked up. There was a girl. In a tree.

How queer...and somehow a complete reversal of how things should be.

He pulled out a cigarette, still too many on hand to bother to count, and he lit it with a flash of a silver lighter. It clinked shut and he took a deep drag before smirking, letting the words roll out and coil upwards with the smoke.

"So, blondes grow on trees here, what?"

[neptune_sleuth]

"You must be new if you haven't figured that out yet." Veronica grinned down at him, sliding down to sit on a branch, legs swinging. The smoke didn't bother her itself, even if it brought back memories of her mother. "Blondes are the principal crop on Tabula Rasa."

[flash_demon]

"Smashing. I've already picked one, but Gluttony always had a place in the cockles. What's your name, luv? I'm Crowley."

He smiled, something almost sinister lying just behind his lips. The sunglasses he wore were dark enough to hide his eyes, but other than that, everything about him was pure flash, from his silk shirt and tie to his snakeskin shoes glinting in the dappled light.

[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica raised an eyebrow, considering the man. "Veronica," she answered. There was no use in lying around here. "And if you're running around picking blondes, I think I'll stay in the tree." She was grinning, though. He was interesting, and Veronica gave points for interesting these days.