Fic:Rescue from Emotionless (Logan/Veronica) PG-13
Title: Rescue from Emotionless
Author: Katie
Logans4ever
Pairing/Characters: Logan/Veronica, Mac/Dick, Duncan, Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,219
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I ask, RT just won’t give me Veronica Mars, although he did sell me Logan, so I’m happy.
Summary: Logan wants the old Duncan back,Veronica wants answers. Just how far are they willing to go?
Spoilers: Season 1, AU off the ending of Meet John Smith.The part where Duncan ignored Veronica.
A/N: This is the product of no sleep and too much caffeine added in with too much free time. Blame it on that. Feedback is love.
Previous chapters can be found here.
A/N: I know I said this chapter was going to be longer but I didn't have enough time so I'll try to make the next one longer.
Chapter 9
Mac had always assumed when she met ‘that special someone’, he would ask her out to a small café where they would spend the night drinking coffee and discussing their favorite books. He would be poetic and a little shy. She had imagined profound words and a moonlight walk in the park. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined playing miniture golf, on a semi-date with Dick Casablancas, and teasing each other.
“Your turn.” Dick smirked.
“Stop being so smug! I still have a chance to win!” Mac playfully shouted.
“If that’s what you have to tell yourself to get through this total humiliation then ok, I’ll play along.” Dick grinned.
“Could my ears be deceiving me? Did Dick Casablancas just say a whole sentence without cursing or objectifying a woman? I think hell just froze over!” Mac said, only half kidding.
“Hey! That’s not true! I don’t do that!” Dick defended.
Mac looked at him skepticly. “I hear things around school. Besides, it’s kinda what you’re known for.”
Dick nodded slowly before smiling suddenly. “You listen to gossip about me?”
Mac blushed. “Not really, besides I didn’t even realize who you were tonight, so it’s not a creepy stalker thing. It’s kind of like Veronica or Logan, there are so many rumors it’s hard not to hear things.”
Dick smiled and motioned in front of him. “Are you going to take your turn anytime soon?”
“I will when I’m good and ready! Don’t rush me!” Mac lightly hit his shoulder.
“You’re just like Beaver. ‘Leave me alone’.” Dick mocked.
“You know he hates being called that don’t you?” Mac said seriously.
“What? Beaver? Why should he care, it’s his name. How do you know anyway?” Dick asked curiously.
“He told me.” Mac said simply before walking away.
Veronica stared at her ceiling and tried to think of anything but the boy on top of her. She had tried to fall asleep but it was pointless, she wasn’t going to get any sleep with Logan in such close proximity to her. Veronica took a deep breath and the scent of Logan filled her nostrils. He really does smell good. It was an intoxicating combination of colonge and something essentially Logan. No! Logan Echolls does not smell good! I’m just overly tired, that’s all!
Veronica tensed when Logan began to nuzzle her neck with his nose. His lips barely brushed her collarbone before moving to her jaw. Veronica glanced down at Logans face to see that he was still asleep. What the hell am I supposed to do? Suddenly his hand was brushing up her thigh, moving easily under the thin fabric of her shorts. Figures he would be a sleep groper! As his other hand slowly made its way up her ribcage, Veronica grabbed both of his hands with hers, holding them to the side of their bodies.
Letting go of his hands, Veronica took a deep breath and pushed him hard. The only movement Logan made was to slide his arm further around her and tighten his hold, closing the space between them completely. Veronica gasped at the feel of how close they really were. Boy’s a cuddler, who would have thought?
“I win! I win! That would mean that yoooouuuu lose!” Dick cheered.
Mac rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to smile.
“I am the champion, no time for losers because I am the champion.” Dick sang loudly.
“Nice. Have you ever heard it’s bad sportsmanship to gloat?” Mac asked lightly.
“That’s what the losers say. The winners on the other hand sing their victory song.” Dick said wisely.
Mac laughed. “Well this loser needs to get home before her parents kill her and the winner who is taking her home.”
“Well being the winner I am, I don’t want to piss off your parents.” Dick smiled.
Veronica listened to the sounds of cars moving past her apartment, trying to ignore the sensation of being pressed so close to her arch-nemisis turned fake boyfriend. Logan began to stir in his sleep, pulling Veronica from her thoughts, instinctively she began to run her hands soothingly down his bare back. Veronica watched the path of her hands when something caught her eye, a pale scar. Looking closer she saw several marks across his entire backside. They were barely noticable, unless you had been staring intently. Veronica frowned. There were so many of them, too many to attribute to surfing accidents or random teenage guy fights. Slowly tracing one of the pale marks, Veronica's eyes widened. They looked like they had been made by a whip or belt. What the hell?
“You didn’t have to walk me to the door, you know.” Mac smiled softly.
“Yeah, I figured I should since I beat you so bad at mini-golf. I figured this would make us even.” Dick grinned.
“It would have if you had been a gracous winner, but you had to sing ‘no time for losers’ and then mock me so now, not even close. You have some serious groveling to do.” Mac pretended to pout.
Dick wrapped his arm around her waist and smirked down at her. “I think I can do that.”
Before she had the chance to reply the front door burst open.
“Cindy! It’s so late! Where have you been?” Macs mother screeched. She stopped once she took in the sight of her daughter in the arms of a very handsome young man.
“Hello. I’m Susan, Cindy's mom.” Susan said happily, not noticing when Mac cringed at the her mothers use of the name Cindy. “You must be a friend from school. You should come over one day after school. I’m sure Cindy here would love that, right sweetie?”
Dick felt Mac cringe each time her real name was used. He also noticed the more her mother spoke the more Macs discomfort seemed to increase.
“That would be great, Susan. I really should get going though. See you later Mac.” Dick squeezed Macs hips slightly before waving to Susan and running to his car.
Mac watched him drive away and sighed to herself.
“He seems like a nice boy. Why didn’t you tell me you had a date? I mean really Cindy, I would have helped you get ready and then we could have taken pictures!” Susan rambled on excitedly.
Mac pushed her way into the house and ran up the stairs. “It wasn’t a date! I’ll probably never see him again anyway.” Mac mumbled to herself, before falling face first into bed.
The sunlight filtering through the thin curtains woke Veronica. She glanced at the clock and groaned. It was still way too early to be awake on a Sunday morning. She hadn’t gotten much sleep since she had been up most of the night thinking about the marks on Logans back. Looking down, Veronica took in the sight of them on the bed. Her bare legs were entangled with his. His cheek was pressed into the crook of her shoulder and his arms were still wrapped tightly around her, holding her close.
Veronica jumped at the sound of the front door banging closed.
Pushing at Logan, Veronica franticly tried to get him off of her. He tightened his grip on her and groaned.
“Veronica, honey?” Keith Mars called out from the living room.
Continue.
Author: Katie
Logans4ever
Pairing/Characters: Logan/Veronica, Mac/Dick, Duncan, Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,219
Disclaimer: No matter how many times I ask, RT just won’t give me Veronica Mars, although he did sell me Logan, so I’m happy.
Summary: Logan wants the old Duncan back,Veronica wants answers. Just how far are they willing to go?
Spoilers: Season 1, AU off the ending of Meet John Smith.The part where Duncan ignored Veronica.
A/N: This is the product of no sleep and too much caffeine added in with too much free time. Blame it on that. Feedback is love.
Previous chapters can be found here.
A/N: I know I said this chapter was going to be longer but I didn't have enough time so I'll try to make the next one longer.
Chapter 9
Mac had always assumed when she met ‘that special someone’, he would ask her out to a small café where they would spend the night drinking coffee and discussing their favorite books. He would be poetic and a little shy. She had imagined profound words and a moonlight walk in the park. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined playing miniture golf, on a semi-date with Dick Casablancas, and teasing each other.
“Your turn.” Dick smirked.
“Stop being so smug! I still have a chance to win!” Mac playfully shouted.
“If that’s what you have to tell yourself to get through this total humiliation then ok, I’ll play along.” Dick grinned.
“Could my ears be deceiving me? Did Dick Casablancas just say a whole sentence without cursing or objectifying a woman? I think hell just froze over!” Mac said, only half kidding.
“Hey! That’s not true! I don’t do that!” Dick defended.
Mac looked at him skepticly. “I hear things around school. Besides, it’s kinda what you’re known for.”
Dick nodded slowly before smiling suddenly. “You listen to gossip about me?”
Mac blushed. “Not really, besides I didn’t even realize who you were tonight, so it’s not a creepy stalker thing. It’s kind of like Veronica or Logan, there are so many rumors it’s hard not to hear things.”
Dick smiled and motioned in front of him. “Are you going to take your turn anytime soon?”
“I will when I’m good and ready! Don’t rush me!” Mac lightly hit his shoulder.
“You’re just like Beaver. ‘Leave me alone’.” Dick mocked.
“You know he hates being called that don’t you?” Mac said seriously.
“What? Beaver? Why should he care, it’s his name. How do you know anyway?” Dick asked curiously.
“He told me.” Mac said simply before walking away.
Veronica stared at her ceiling and tried to think of anything but the boy on top of her. She had tried to fall asleep but it was pointless, she wasn’t going to get any sleep with Logan in such close proximity to her. Veronica took a deep breath and the scent of Logan filled her nostrils. He really does smell good. It was an intoxicating combination of colonge and something essentially Logan. No! Logan Echolls does not smell good! I’m just overly tired, that’s all!
Veronica tensed when Logan began to nuzzle her neck with his nose. His lips barely brushed her collarbone before moving to her jaw. Veronica glanced down at Logans face to see that he was still asleep. What the hell am I supposed to do? Suddenly his hand was brushing up her thigh, moving easily under the thin fabric of her shorts. Figures he would be a sleep groper! As his other hand slowly made its way up her ribcage, Veronica grabbed both of his hands with hers, holding them to the side of their bodies.
Letting go of his hands, Veronica took a deep breath and pushed him hard. The only movement Logan made was to slide his arm further around her and tighten his hold, closing the space between them completely. Veronica gasped at the feel of how close they really were. Boy’s a cuddler, who would have thought?
“I win! I win! That would mean that yoooouuuu lose!” Dick cheered.
Mac rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to smile.
“I am the champion, no time for losers because I am the champion.” Dick sang loudly.
“Nice. Have you ever heard it’s bad sportsmanship to gloat?” Mac asked lightly.
“That’s what the losers say. The winners on the other hand sing their victory song.” Dick said wisely.
Mac laughed. “Well this loser needs to get home before her parents kill her and the winner who is taking her home.”
“Well being the winner I am, I don’t want to piss off your parents.” Dick smiled.
Veronica listened to the sounds of cars moving past her apartment, trying to ignore the sensation of being pressed so close to her arch-nemisis turned fake boyfriend. Logan began to stir in his sleep, pulling Veronica from her thoughts, instinctively she began to run her hands soothingly down his bare back. Veronica watched the path of her hands when something caught her eye, a pale scar. Looking closer she saw several marks across his entire backside. They were barely noticable, unless you had been staring intently. Veronica frowned. There were so many of them, too many to attribute to surfing accidents or random teenage guy fights. Slowly tracing one of the pale marks, Veronica's eyes widened. They looked like they had been made by a whip or belt. What the hell?
“You didn’t have to walk me to the door, you know.” Mac smiled softly.
“Yeah, I figured I should since I beat you so bad at mini-golf. I figured this would make us even.” Dick grinned.
“It would have if you had been a gracous winner, but you had to sing ‘no time for losers’ and then mock me so now, not even close. You have some serious groveling to do.” Mac pretended to pout.
Dick wrapped his arm around her waist and smirked down at her. “I think I can do that.”
Before she had the chance to reply the front door burst open.
“Cindy! It’s so late! Where have you been?” Macs mother screeched. She stopped once she took in the sight of her daughter in the arms of a very handsome young man.
“Hello. I’m Susan, Cindy's mom.” Susan said happily, not noticing when Mac cringed at the her mothers use of the name Cindy. “You must be a friend from school. You should come over one day after school. I’m sure Cindy here would love that, right sweetie?”
Dick felt Mac cringe each time her real name was used. He also noticed the more her mother spoke the more Macs discomfort seemed to increase.
“That would be great, Susan. I really should get going though. See you later Mac.” Dick squeezed Macs hips slightly before waving to Susan and running to his car.
Mac watched him drive away and sighed to herself.
“He seems like a nice boy. Why didn’t you tell me you had a date? I mean really Cindy, I would have helped you get ready and then we could have taken pictures!” Susan rambled on excitedly.
Mac pushed her way into the house and ran up the stairs. “It wasn’t a date! I’ll probably never see him again anyway.” Mac mumbled to herself, before falling face first into bed.
The sunlight filtering through the thin curtains woke Veronica. She glanced at the clock and groaned. It was still way too early to be awake on a Sunday morning. She hadn’t gotten much sleep since she had been up most of the night thinking about the marks on Logans back. Looking down, Veronica took in the sight of them on the bed. Her bare legs were entangled with his. His cheek was pressed into the crook of her shoulder and his arms were still wrapped tightly around her, holding her close.
Veronica jumped at the sound of the front door banging closed.
Pushing at Logan, Veronica franticly tried to get him off of her. He tightened his grip on her and groaned.
“Veronica, honey?” Keith Mars called out from the living room.
Continue.