Fic: The Choice (Logan/Veronica) R
Title: The Choice 2/?
Author:tory_jhay88
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 1790
Rating: R
Summary: A single choice defines them...a single choice divides them, will they ever find their way back to who they were, before everything fell apart?
Spoilers: Season 1
Warnings: Major cursing and reference to child abuse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
AN: Next part's here. Starts off with the pilot. Thanks to my lovely beta, she helped with my grammar problems, hope they're less here. Thanks to those who left me feedback, I appreciate it!
Part One
The Choice
And now we’re here
“This is so twisted. I love it.” Corny remarked with such glee.
Veronica eyed him critically, “Well can you do it? Cause we need it fast.”
“Oh hell yeah, for you, oh anything. I’ll even throw in the glazing gratis.” Corny flashed a smile in her direction.
“Go to town. Thanks Corny.” she returned his smile just before leaving with Wallace.
Wallace was grinning from ear to ear and she couldn’t help but feel like she finally made a real friend. She only hoped that what she was about to do was worth it.
“This will work right?” Wallace placed a hand on her arm, effectively stopping her in her tracks.
“It will.” she answered softly.
Wallace nodded and as if he knew instinctively that she needed to be alone he murmured a quiet goodbye and went off in a different direction.
She headed for her car. Opened the door and got into the vehicle.
She sat down with the intent to drive away. She had a lot to do. She was still going on a stake out. She needed the evidence that would implicate the entire Sheriff’s department.
And yet she found herself staring blankly at the steering wheel. Her brain was screaming for her to start driving. But her body was not following her brain’s command. And so she sat there. She finally let her main concern to consume her completely.
Logan.
He would be getting the short end of the stick. He was the inevitable victim. Her victim.
Did she pick him specifically because of his comments about her mother? No. She picked him because he was going to have his locker searched the very next day. She was working on a specific timeframe. Waiting would only lead to the collapse of her ‘save Wallace plan’.
But she couldn’t seem to stop herself. A part of her was screaming to cease and desist on the plan. A part of her felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. Which was odd since she hadn’t done anything. At least not yet.
She buried her face in her hands. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything. The last ten months should have been enough to make her stronger.
Logan was the one leading the crusade against her. She shouldn’t feel any remorse for doing what she was about to do. He would offer a crude remark whenever she was within hearing distance and treated her with such disdain. The rest of the 09er pack followed his lead. She was viewed as public enemy number one because of his efforts.
She tried to be understanding. She tried to see everything from his point of view. After that night at the beach she actually thought that maybe not being with Duncan wouldn’t be so bad. She had Lilly and after what he shared with her, she still had Logan.
A few days later she had no one.
Lilly was dead. And Logan, she lost him too. The moment that her dad accused Jake Kane of murdering his own daughter was the moment that her world came crashing down.
But she soldiered on. She still had her dad. And for the last year he had been more than enough.
But meeting Wallace. It changed everything. It made her want everything she had lost, everything that she lost the moment that she saw Lilly lying on the pool of her own blood.
Wallace picked her side. He picked her over everyone else. Sure maybe it had a lot to do with the fact that she was the one to cut him down from the flag pole, then again he didn’t have to make such a grand stand about it. He could have chosen to thank her quietly and made new friends, in his new school.
Wallace was still not out of the fire. He was still in danger of becoming the bikers’ latest victim. He could very well end up in the hospital. If she didn’t do this she would be sentencing Wallace to an enormous amount of pain and suffering.
She ended up here. Battling with the one decision that would have irrevocable consequences.
Logan was an ass. She knew that the first moment she met him. But he was a sweet one. Lilly’s death changed him. He made it a point to be a complete jerk to her. But she noticed that he only did it when he had an audience.
There were times that their paths crossed. She was alone and he was without his lackeys, he would spare one look in her direction. And that was it. No caustic remark, no slight against her mother, no comment on her current financial situation.
She knew three Logans. One was the boy she grew up with. Another was the guy who openly declared his hatred for her. And last was this quiet man, who ignored her existence after a cursory glance. Veronica did not know which she actually preferred.
‘Breathe.’ she told herself.
Her near panic attack was pointless. The decision was made the moment she asked Corny to do her the favor. The decision was made the moment she found out that Logan was going to be subjected to the locker search the next morning. She already made an unconscious choice.
She made the choice to save Wallace, at Logan’s expense. She was placing Logan directly in Aaron Echolls’ path.
And she couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming burden of her choice.
*****
Logan was not an idiot.
The moment that Clemmons took the bong out from his locker he knew. And as he marched down the hall, at the urging of the vice principal, he spotted her. She had a smile on her face but he wasn’t fooled. It was not the same smile that he used to admire.
‘Time to play.’ his mind reminded him. He pointed an accusing finger in her direction, “It was you?”
She put on her innocent look. He grinned, she was playing too. “Listen I know it was you. This isn’t over okay?” he added a threatening note to his words.
She yawned with such flourish, his smile widened. He had to make his act convincing. He shrugged Clemmons’ off and walked towards her, “You’re so cute. Listen, I’ll get you for this.”
“Let’s go.” Clemmons pulled his arm, trying to get him back on track and onto the office.
He spared a final glance in her direction and gave her a perfunctory nod, which she acknowledged with a nod of her own. That was fun.
Clemmons was yammering on and on about the evils of smoking pot. He was listening half-heartedly. Nodding at the appropriate moments and shaking his head when needed. He was still going over what just happened.
He knew he was just a pawn in some scheme that Veronica just concocted. He wasn’t stupid. He’d heard rumors that Veronica Mars just became the champion of the weak. She was on a mission. She was trying to free some guy from the clutches of the PCH gang.
He wasn’t an idiot. He played his part.
Clemmons just told him to he was suspended for two days. He really could care less. Van was saying something about calling his parents. Logan figured it was the best time to interrupt the man.
“Don’t bother Van. I can find my own way.” he got up from the chair and saluted the man before him. He opened the door, all set to leave but then he faced the vice principal again, “So does this mean I won’t be getting my bong back?” he smirked just before he closed the door behind him, not even waiting for the outraged reply that he knew Clemmons would spout off.
He drove home without much thought. He walked into the house and spared a glance at his mother, who was talking to the maid. He went straight to his room and closed the door behind him. He laid down on his bed and waited.
Logan waited. He knew what was coming next. He might as well get some rest.
It took exactly three hours. Logan found himself being yanked from his comfortable bed.
‘And so it begins.’ he smiled grimly. “What can I do for you?” he asked with exaggerated politeness as he was pulled down the stairs and into the living room.
Aaron threw him down the sofa. Logan was a slightly grateful that he hit the soft cushions.
“No car for two weeks.” Aaron practically snarled at him.
Logan raised a brow at the words. He was so sure that he was going to be subjected to Aaron Echolls’ own brand of discipline.
His father shook his head, as if amused. “Next time don’t bring any incriminating evidence to school.” the man ruffled his hair, he would say fondly but that did not fit his image of good ole dad.
Logan did not know if he was relieved or disappointed. He already braced himself for his usual. He already mentally prepared himself for the back-numbing experience. And now the damn man was telling him that all he got for his trouble was the revocation of the yellow monstrosity that was his car. And Aaron was actually passing along some ‘fatherly’ advise.
He’d laugh if he weren’t so shocked.
Aaron was prattling on and on about discretion. He checked his urge to roll his eyes. Instead of saying ‘don’t do drugs’, he was being told ‘don’t get caught’. Seriously, he’d laugh out loud but he was a little out of it.
His dad’s cell rang, interrupting the twisted father/son moment. Aaron was smiling slightly, but whatever the other person said caused the egotistic actor to frown. He hung up the phone quietly. And clear as day, Logan saw the anger.
“People magazine’s coming out with an article featuring ‘Hollywood kids gone wild’,” his dad spread his hands with such fanfare, “Guess who’s number ten?”
Logan went back to his earlier mind frame. He was going to have the back-numbing experience after all, “Moi?” he put on a look of surprise and grinned.
“Someone from your school told them that you were just caught with a cherubic bong.” Aaron bit out caustically. “Now I have to do some damage control. I’ll deal with you later.” he pointed a finger in his direction.
“Yay!” Logan muttered quietly, as his dad walked out of the room.
TBC
Author:tory_jhay88
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 1790
Rating: R
Summary: A single choice defines them...a single choice divides them, will they ever find their way back to who they were, before everything fell apart?
Spoilers: Season 1
Warnings: Major cursing and reference to child abuse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
AN: Next part's here. Starts off with the pilot. Thanks to my lovely beta, she helped with my grammar problems, hope they're less here. Thanks to those who left me feedback, I appreciate it!
Part One
The Choice
And now we’re here
“This is so twisted. I love it.” Corny remarked with such glee.
Veronica eyed him critically, “Well can you do it? Cause we need it fast.”
“Oh hell yeah, for you, oh anything. I’ll even throw in the glazing gratis.” Corny flashed a smile in her direction.
“Go to town. Thanks Corny.” she returned his smile just before leaving with Wallace.
Wallace was grinning from ear to ear and she couldn’t help but feel like she finally made a real friend. She only hoped that what she was about to do was worth it.
“This will work right?” Wallace placed a hand on her arm, effectively stopping her in her tracks.
“It will.” she answered softly.
Wallace nodded and as if he knew instinctively that she needed to be alone he murmured a quiet goodbye and went off in a different direction.
She headed for her car. Opened the door and got into the vehicle.
She sat down with the intent to drive away. She had a lot to do. She was still going on a stake out. She needed the evidence that would implicate the entire Sheriff’s department.
And yet she found herself staring blankly at the steering wheel. Her brain was screaming for her to start driving. But her body was not following her brain’s command. And so she sat there. She finally let her main concern to consume her completely.
Logan.
He would be getting the short end of the stick. He was the inevitable victim. Her victim.
Did she pick him specifically because of his comments about her mother? No. She picked him because he was going to have his locker searched the very next day. She was working on a specific timeframe. Waiting would only lead to the collapse of her ‘save Wallace plan’.
But she couldn’t seem to stop herself. A part of her was screaming to cease and desist on the plan. A part of her felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. Which was odd since she hadn’t done anything. At least not yet.
She buried her face in her hands. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything. The last ten months should have been enough to make her stronger.
Logan was the one leading the crusade against her. She shouldn’t feel any remorse for doing what she was about to do. He would offer a crude remark whenever she was within hearing distance and treated her with such disdain. The rest of the 09er pack followed his lead. She was viewed as public enemy number one because of his efforts.
She tried to be understanding. She tried to see everything from his point of view. After that night at the beach she actually thought that maybe not being with Duncan wouldn’t be so bad. She had Lilly and after what he shared with her, she still had Logan.
A few days later she had no one.
Lilly was dead. And Logan, she lost him too. The moment that her dad accused Jake Kane of murdering his own daughter was the moment that her world came crashing down.
But she soldiered on. She still had her dad. And for the last year he had been more than enough.
But meeting Wallace. It changed everything. It made her want everything she had lost, everything that she lost the moment that she saw Lilly lying on the pool of her own blood.
Wallace picked her side. He picked her over everyone else. Sure maybe it had a lot to do with the fact that she was the one to cut him down from the flag pole, then again he didn’t have to make such a grand stand about it. He could have chosen to thank her quietly and made new friends, in his new school.
Wallace was still not out of the fire. He was still in danger of becoming the bikers’ latest victim. He could very well end up in the hospital. If she didn’t do this she would be sentencing Wallace to an enormous amount of pain and suffering.
She ended up here. Battling with the one decision that would have irrevocable consequences.
Logan was an ass. She knew that the first moment she met him. But he was a sweet one. Lilly’s death changed him. He made it a point to be a complete jerk to her. But she noticed that he only did it when he had an audience.
There were times that their paths crossed. She was alone and he was without his lackeys, he would spare one look in her direction. And that was it. No caustic remark, no slight against her mother, no comment on her current financial situation.
She knew three Logans. One was the boy she grew up with. Another was the guy who openly declared his hatred for her. And last was this quiet man, who ignored her existence after a cursory glance. Veronica did not know which she actually preferred.
‘Breathe.’ she told herself.
Her near panic attack was pointless. The decision was made the moment she asked Corny to do her the favor. The decision was made the moment she found out that Logan was going to be subjected to the locker search the next morning. She already made an unconscious choice.
She made the choice to save Wallace, at Logan’s expense. She was placing Logan directly in Aaron Echolls’ path.
And she couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming burden of her choice.
*****
Logan was not an idiot.
The moment that Clemmons took the bong out from his locker he knew. And as he marched down the hall, at the urging of the vice principal, he spotted her. She had a smile on her face but he wasn’t fooled. It was not the same smile that he used to admire.
‘Time to play.’ his mind reminded him. He pointed an accusing finger in her direction, “It was you?”
She put on her innocent look. He grinned, she was playing too. “Listen I know it was you. This isn’t over okay?” he added a threatening note to his words.
She yawned with such flourish, his smile widened. He had to make his act convincing. He shrugged Clemmons’ off and walked towards her, “You’re so cute. Listen, I’ll get you for this.”
“Let’s go.” Clemmons pulled his arm, trying to get him back on track and onto the office.
He spared a final glance in her direction and gave her a perfunctory nod, which she acknowledged with a nod of her own. That was fun.
Clemmons was yammering on and on about the evils of smoking pot. He was listening half-heartedly. Nodding at the appropriate moments and shaking his head when needed. He was still going over what just happened.
He knew he was just a pawn in some scheme that Veronica just concocted. He wasn’t stupid. He’d heard rumors that Veronica Mars just became the champion of the weak. She was on a mission. She was trying to free some guy from the clutches of the PCH gang.
He wasn’t an idiot. He played his part.
Clemmons just told him to he was suspended for two days. He really could care less. Van was saying something about calling his parents. Logan figured it was the best time to interrupt the man.
“Don’t bother Van. I can find my own way.” he got up from the chair and saluted the man before him. He opened the door, all set to leave but then he faced the vice principal again, “So does this mean I won’t be getting my bong back?” he smirked just before he closed the door behind him, not even waiting for the outraged reply that he knew Clemmons would spout off.
He drove home without much thought. He walked into the house and spared a glance at his mother, who was talking to the maid. He went straight to his room and closed the door behind him. He laid down on his bed and waited.
Logan waited. He knew what was coming next. He might as well get some rest.
It took exactly three hours. Logan found himself being yanked from his comfortable bed.
‘And so it begins.’ he smiled grimly. “What can I do for you?” he asked with exaggerated politeness as he was pulled down the stairs and into the living room.
Aaron threw him down the sofa. Logan was a slightly grateful that he hit the soft cushions.
“No car for two weeks.” Aaron practically snarled at him.
Logan raised a brow at the words. He was so sure that he was going to be subjected to Aaron Echolls’ own brand of discipline.
His father shook his head, as if amused. “Next time don’t bring any incriminating evidence to school.” the man ruffled his hair, he would say fondly but that did not fit his image of good ole dad.
Logan did not know if he was relieved or disappointed. He already braced himself for his usual. He already mentally prepared himself for the back-numbing experience. And now the damn man was telling him that all he got for his trouble was the revocation of the yellow monstrosity that was his car. And Aaron was actually passing along some ‘fatherly’ advise.
He’d laugh if he weren’t so shocked.
Aaron was prattling on and on about discretion. He checked his urge to roll his eyes. Instead of saying ‘don’t do drugs’, he was being told ‘don’t get caught’. Seriously, he’d laugh out loud but he was a little out of it.
His dad’s cell rang, interrupting the twisted father/son moment. Aaron was smiling slightly, but whatever the other person said caused the egotistic actor to frown. He hung up the phone quietly. And clear as day, Logan saw the anger.
“People magazine’s coming out with an article featuring ‘Hollywood kids gone wild’,” his dad spread his hands with such fanfare, “Guess who’s number ten?”
Logan went back to his earlier mind frame. He was going to have the back-numbing experience after all, “Moi?” he put on a look of surprise and grinned.
“Someone from your school told them that you were just caught with a cherubic bong.” Aaron bit out caustically. “Now I have to do some damage control. I’ll deal with you later.” he pointed a finger in his direction.
“Yay!” Logan muttered quietly, as his dad walked out of the room.
TBC