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gloomy]
[music| Michael Jackson - Beat It]
Title: Erase
Author:tradegy_solace
Part: 8/?
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Lilly/Logan/Veronica/Weevil
Word Count: 1,160
Summery: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
Spoilers: Up until 2x19, this is AU
Warnings: Underage substance abuse, Language, Abuse
A/N: Yes I realize I haven't updated this one in awhile. I'm going to try and finish it.
Previous Parts
Part Seven: F*ck You
Part Six: Scar You
Part Five: Use You
Part Four: Taste You
Part Three: Find You
Part Two: Dream You
Part One: Need You
PART EIGHT: BREAK YOU
When Logan Echolls woke his neck was at a painful forty-five degree angle and inherently stiff. His arms and legs were cramped and he was feeling very uncomfortable right at that very moment.
Granted, that would be because he was asleep on a couch. What a stupid idea. Falling asleep on a couch that was half his size. Very slowly, as to cause minimal amounts of pain to his being, he began to unfurl himself.
Weevil’s not on the chair that Logan had last seen him sitting on. There’s a piece of paper, a scrawled note stuck on the chair. Logan can faintly make out the unfamiliar handwriting through his blearily eyes, “She came, she left.” Logan’s heart sank a little then continued, curiously so, when he realised that this also meant that Weevils had left as well.
He was alone, again. Naturally.
The penthouse is clean. Only the vodka bottle Veronica had brandished sat in the middle of the floor. For some reason Logan just couldn’t throw it away. Like he always said, the pain would always be gone after a bottle of alcohol… or two. Numbness was always preferable to pain. He swallows thickly. This would be the first day in a long time that he had been completely and utterly sober. With not a single minuscule drop of booze in his system.
He clenched his teeth and set his jaw.
He had one shot. A nice little opening, an opportunity. A chance to prove to Veronica Mars that he was wroth a damn. That somewhere deep down, beneath all the bad shit, all the armour that he had acquired, since Lilly, since his dad, since his mom. He was still the kid that had shyly admitted he thought Veronica had been hot in her soccer uniform.
Well, he could try and believe it. Truth was… that kid had never really existed. That kid had had the shit beaten out of him more than once.
Logan absently rubs the scar on the inside of his left palm. It was the oldest one he knew of. Faded now, hardly noticeable. He’d been four and had kicked another kid in the shins as his mom had picked him up from a play date. The paparazzi had been following her and had gotten a golden shot of that “Movie Stars Out-Of-Control Son”; the “Pint-Sized Bully”; being told he’d been “watching too many of Daddy’s movies”. Aaron had been so furious with the bad publicity that he’d burnt Logan’s small, cubby, four-year-old palm with a cigar.
Logan remembered bright white lights, screaming and blinding pain.
It was his favourite scar.
*****
Eli Navarro was at the beach again. Sitting on the soft, hot, sand. His spot in the sand was only a small distance from that spot where Echolls had smashed Veronica’s headlights in with a tyre iron. Only a little way away from where Eli, himself, had smashed his fist into Echolls handsome 09er face.
A small electric shock runs through Eli. How he had hated the famous movie stars son then. How much he had despised him and everything that he stood for. For his connection to Lilly. For his supposed superiority. His special treatment. His taunting of Veronica. The same Veronica who had once been his friend. One of the awesome foursome. His girlfriends best friend. Yet they had all treated her like dirt.
Eli still remembers how fucken good it had felt to finally punch that asshole with everything he had. Who would have thought now that Eli took solace and refuge with the oh niner. Let alone start to consider the guy an allay… or even a friend. The guy had issues, for sure, who wouldn’t with Aaron Echolls as a father (murdering bastard) and a vacant mother who would rather throw herself off a bridge than face the truth. Eli had gathered that much just from hearing people talk. Anyone with that sort of home life would have issues.
Eli can’t help himself. The more he thinks of Echolls, the more that swims into his brain… the dream that invaded his head the other night returns in technicolour. By now it had spawned over twenty different variations, twenty little scenarios that really should have been disturbing but really weren’t. Most of these little fantasies had resulted in Echolls joining Veronica and him on the bed. Eli closed his eyes against the harsh sunlight, desperately thinking of Thumper naked to try and combat the images of a svelte, petite blonde and a lean doe-eyed oh niner. Oh fuck… he was back to where he began.
“Hey.”
Eli nearly bursts out of his sun drenched skin. She’s standing before him with an unsure little smile on her face and backup tugging at his leash.
“Hey.”
She moves nervously. “I’m sorry about last night.”
He knows this. Veronica is trying to make things stay exactly the same. She can’t deal with changes in her personal life too well. She’s made that clear over the past few months. As soon as he gets a little closer she shoves him away.
He stands up and brushes himself down. “V, I don’t need to put up with any of your commitment problems. You had the choice.”
“That wasn’t much a choice Weeves!” Veronica spat. “I’m not going to choose you over Logan or Logan over you so both of you can just forget it!” Her eyes go wide then and she slaps her hand over her mouth.
*****
Veronica Mars cannot believe she just said that. Openly admitting that she was thinking about choosing between them. Just. Like. Lilly.
Weevil looks a bit taken aback. And then he smirks nastily at her.
“Why not just keep the both of us going? Lilly did and worked perfectly fine for her.”
He’s out of sight before Veronica even recovers enough to realize he isn’t there.
“I am such an idiot!” Veronica accidentally says out loud.
Back Up barks and pulls hard on his leash almost making Veronica stumble. She supposes she’ll have to talk to them sooner or latter. Perhaps just left Weevil cool off. He couldn’t possibly seriously think that she would do that to him.
Yet somehow Veronica doubted her resolve.
*****
Lilly Kane is smiling like the cat who got the cream.
Well she wasn’t until about three seconds ago when she realized where Weevil was heading. Right now he was walking through the entrance of the Neptune Grand and boy is Lilly happy.
If she was alive she would be squealing and dancing around, not that she ever did that to begin with. She totally knew what Logan was doing right now and oh man was Weevil going to be surprised and hundred bucks said he also be a little interested.
And Lilly knew that Logan would be just a little bit happy about it.
God, she loved being dead. It was so AWESOME watching people.
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[music| Michael Jackson - Beat It]
Title: Erase
Author:tradegy_solace
Part: 8/?
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Lilly/Logan/Veronica/Weevil
Word Count: 1,160
Summery: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
Spoilers: Up until 2x19, this is AU
Warnings: Underage substance abuse, Language, Abuse
A/N: Yes I realize I haven't updated this one in awhile. I'm going to try and finish it.
Previous Parts
Part Seven: F*ck You
Part Six: Scar You
Part Five: Use You
Part Four: Taste You
Part Three: Find You
Part Two: Dream You
Part One: Need You
PART EIGHT: BREAK YOU
When Logan Echolls woke his neck was at a painful forty-five degree angle and inherently stiff. His arms and legs were cramped and he was feeling very uncomfortable right at that very moment.
Granted, that would be because he was asleep on a couch. What a stupid idea. Falling asleep on a couch that was half his size. Very slowly, as to cause minimal amounts of pain to his being, he began to unfurl himself.
Weevil’s not on the chair that Logan had last seen him sitting on. There’s a piece of paper, a scrawled note stuck on the chair. Logan can faintly make out the unfamiliar handwriting through his blearily eyes, “She came, she left.” Logan’s heart sank a little then continued, curiously so, when he realised that this also meant that Weevils had left as well.
He was alone, again. Naturally.
The penthouse is clean. Only the vodka bottle Veronica had brandished sat in the middle of the floor. For some reason Logan just couldn’t throw it away. Like he always said, the pain would always be gone after a bottle of alcohol… or two. Numbness was always preferable to pain. He swallows thickly. This would be the first day in a long time that he had been completely and utterly sober. With not a single minuscule drop of booze in his system.
He clenched his teeth and set his jaw.
He had one shot. A nice little opening, an opportunity. A chance to prove to Veronica Mars that he was wroth a damn. That somewhere deep down, beneath all the bad shit, all the armour that he had acquired, since Lilly, since his dad, since his mom. He was still the kid that had shyly admitted he thought Veronica had been hot in her soccer uniform.
Well, he could try and believe it. Truth was… that kid had never really existed. That kid had had the shit beaten out of him more than once.
Logan absently rubs the scar on the inside of his left palm. It was the oldest one he knew of. Faded now, hardly noticeable. He’d been four and had kicked another kid in the shins as his mom had picked him up from a play date. The paparazzi had been following her and had gotten a golden shot of that “Movie Stars Out-Of-Control Son”; the “Pint-Sized Bully”; being told he’d been “watching too many of Daddy’s movies”. Aaron had been so furious with the bad publicity that he’d burnt Logan’s small, cubby, four-year-old palm with a cigar.
Logan remembered bright white lights, screaming and blinding pain.
It was his favourite scar.
*****
Eli Navarro was at the beach again. Sitting on the soft, hot, sand. His spot in the sand was only a small distance from that spot where Echolls had smashed Veronica’s headlights in with a tyre iron. Only a little way away from where Eli, himself, had smashed his fist into Echolls handsome 09er face.
A small electric shock runs through Eli. How he had hated the famous movie stars son then. How much he had despised him and everything that he stood for. For his connection to Lilly. For his supposed superiority. His special treatment. His taunting of Veronica. The same Veronica who had once been his friend. One of the awesome foursome. His girlfriends best friend. Yet they had all treated her like dirt.
Eli still remembers how fucken good it had felt to finally punch that asshole with everything he had. Who would have thought now that Eli took solace and refuge with the oh niner. Let alone start to consider the guy an allay… or even a friend. The guy had issues, for sure, who wouldn’t with Aaron Echolls as a father (murdering bastard) and a vacant mother who would rather throw herself off a bridge than face the truth. Eli had gathered that much just from hearing people talk. Anyone with that sort of home life would have issues.
Eli can’t help himself. The more he thinks of Echolls, the more that swims into his brain… the dream that invaded his head the other night returns in technicolour. By now it had spawned over twenty different variations, twenty little scenarios that really should have been disturbing but really weren’t. Most of these little fantasies had resulted in Echolls joining Veronica and him on the bed. Eli closed his eyes against the harsh sunlight, desperately thinking of Thumper naked to try and combat the images of a svelte, petite blonde and a lean doe-eyed oh niner. Oh fuck… he was back to where he began.
“Hey.”
Eli nearly bursts out of his sun drenched skin. She’s standing before him with an unsure little smile on her face and backup tugging at his leash.
“Hey.”
She moves nervously. “I’m sorry about last night.”
He knows this. Veronica is trying to make things stay exactly the same. She can’t deal with changes in her personal life too well. She’s made that clear over the past few months. As soon as he gets a little closer she shoves him away.
He stands up and brushes himself down. “V, I don’t need to put up with any of your commitment problems. You had the choice.”
“That wasn’t much a choice Weeves!” Veronica spat. “I’m not going to choose you over Logan or Logan over you so both of you can just forget it!” Her eyes go wide then and she slaps her hand over her mouth.
*****
Veronica Mars cannot believe she just said that. Openly admitting that she was thinking about choosing between them. Just. Like. Lilly.
Weevil looks a bit taken aback. And then he smirks nastily at her.
“Why not just keep the both of us going? Lilly did and worked perfectly fine for her.”
He’s out of sight before Veronica even recovers enough to realize he isn’t there.
“I am such an idiot!” Veronica accidentally says out loud.
Back Up barks and pulls hard on his leash almost making Veronica stumble. She supposes she’ll have to talk to them sooner or latter. Perhaps just left Weevil cool off. He couldn’t possibly seriously think that she would do that to him.
Yet somehow Veronica doubted her resolve.
*****
Lilly Kane is smiling like the cat who got the cream.
Well she wasn’t until about three seconds ago when she realized where Weevil was heading. Right now he was walking through the entrance of the Neptune Grand and boy is Lilly happy.
If she was alive she would be squealing and dancing around, not that she ever did that to begin with. She totally knew what Logan was doing right now and oh man was Weevil going to be surprised and hundred bucks said he also be a little interested.
And Lilly knew that Logan would be just a little bit happy about it.
God, she loved being dead. It was so AWESOME watching people.