Fic: The Choice (Logan/Veronica) R
Title: The Choice 3/?
Author:tory_jhay88
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 1700
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: Sorry if it took me awhile before posting the next part. This fic is seriously messing with my head and my ability to write is obviously suffering. I'm already starting the next chapter so hopefully it won't be long before the next update. Thanks to everyone who left me some great comments, they help a lot with the writing process. I truly, truly appreciate it! Special shoutout to vmtranscipts.com, where i got the dialogue for the episode. And of course I would like to thank my beta, this chapter's for you!
Prologue, Chapter 1
The Choice
Beach Wars
Mission accomplished.
She met Wallace at the beach and handed him the incriminating evidence. Wallace made a comment about her being a marshmallow, a twinkie, a less than angry girl dying to bake him something. She just laughed at his declaration and ignored the obvious hint that he wanted her to bake him something. She’d like to take their friendship one day at a time.
And so they eventually filled the afternoon with flying Wallace’s model airplane. “Okay, how do I make it loop the loop?” Veronica asked him as her focus remained on the flying object.
“Uh, Veronica?” Wallace said distractedly.
“Yeah?” She answered pretty much the same way; her attention was solely on the remote control.
“Your car.” She could hear the trepidation in his voice.
She handed him the control back as she looked at her parked car. Resting comfortably on the hood of her LeBaron was the one and only Logan Echolls; playing with a tire iron. She grimaced at the sight. She knew a confrontation between the two of them was bound to happen and she fully expected it. Veronica tried to fight down the guilt that rushed through her and put on a brave face. After all, this was the Logan and Veronica hatred hour, he had a part to play and so did she.
“Hey, Veronica Mars!” Logan practically shouted as he jumped off her car, he flashed a wide smile at her.
His toadies had arrived at his doorstep a few minutes after his dad stalked out of the living room. Apparently, they felt that the need to avenge his sullied honor, since they all heard about his exchange with Veronica. Oh, the things he had to do to keep up appearances. All he really wanted to do was relax on his back, while he still had the opportunity.
He saw her put on a brave face and he couldn’t help the burst of admiration for her ability to hide her guilt. He knew she felt guilty for putting him in Aaron’s crossfire. He knew it without having to see her himself. No matter how much she tried to put up that badass Veronica façade he knew her. He knew her well enough that he could tell when she was putting on an act. They were both just pawns of circumstances, both playing a part imposed on them by everyone else.
Sure he had reason to be mildly angry at her. After all her father did target Jake Kane during the investigation of Lily’s murder. His chest constricted painfully at his turn of thoughts.
He fully expected her to stand by her father’s side when the rest of Neptune expressed their unequivocal hatred for Keith Mars. Keith Mars who was by definition the best father in all of Neptune. Keith Mars who was merely doing his job. Logan didn’t blame him for coming after Jake. The man’s intent to bring Lily’s killer to justice gave him enough reason not to fall prey to popular sentiment.
“Do you know what your little joke cost me?” He asked her as he grinned at her.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that you won’t be getting your bong back.” She replied easily.
Logan’s grin widened at her answer. “I know. I tried.” He winked at her playfully. “Wrong answer though. Care to guess again?” He asked as he allowed the tire iron to connect with her headlights. From the corner of his eyes he could see her flinch imperceptibly.
“Clearly your sense of humor.” Veronica answered, she was ready to say goodbye to her headlights. It was only fair, after all her little stunt cost him something she desperately wanted to protect him from. After everything that happened she could not find it in her to wish him harm. She knew that everything that happened between them was not her fault, nor his. They were victims, victims of bad circumstances.
Logan shook his head as he once again bashed her other headlight. He settled the tire iron on the back of his neck and crossed the distance between them, “Nope. And you’re usually so good with pop quizzes. No, the correct answer is my car.” He grinned at her.
Veronica bit her lip at his closeness.
“That’s right, dear ole dad decided to take my t-bird away.” Logan nodded as Veronica kept mum. “And you know what I won’t be having?” His eyes darkened, ‘the ability to lie on my back without the added discomfort’ he thought to himself. “Fun, fun, fun.” He made his tone jovial as he smirked at her. He knew Veronica fully understood his expression, she knew very well what her little plan cost him.
“Uh-uh, Logan.” One of his lackeys uttered in a frightened voice.
Veronica and Logan both looked at the direction where the entire biker gang was coming from. She remained stoic, the day just kept getting better and better. Logan’s smirk widened, someone upstairs must really love him. An overwhelming silence settled over them as Weevil got off his bike.
“What do we have here? Vandalism? No, no, no. Only vandalism that happens in this town goes through me.” Weevil remarked as he walked over to where Veronica and Logan were standing.
Logan checked the urge to roll his eyes, he felt like he was in a scene from The Outsiders. “Listen man, I don’t have a problem with you.” He said pointedly.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Weevil replied as he took the tire iron from him.
Logan’s jaw tightened. Normally he wouldn’t back down from the obvious challenge that was in Weevil’s actions. But he already had another beating to look forward to; it was only practical not to incite another one despite what his instincts were screaming at him.
“Hey, yo! Is this O-Town any good? I mean my little sister likes it but you know she likes ponies and juice boxes too.” Another gang member was standing by the SUV that Logan and the rest of his gang arrived in. He waved the said CD with such glee.
“I suddenly feel like I’m in a scene from the Outsiders.” Wallace said quietly. Logan heard him and fought off the smile that was threatening to burst from his expression.
“Be cool soda pop.” Veronica muttered as she took in the scene before her. Logan looked in her direction, his face was devoid of any expression but his eyes were sparkling mischievously, she knew then that he heard her.
Weevil walked towards the SUV; Logan felt slightly guilty for what was about to happen. The car didn’t belong to his…minion, he would have to make sure to pay for any damages, it was only fair.
“Hey, that’s not his car, that’s my mom’s car.” His minion said shakily. Logan shook his head slightly, ‘Just keep quiet you dumbass.’
“She can bill me.” Weevil informed his earnest companion and hit the hood of the vehicle as hard as he could. Everyone watched him as he slammed the tire iron against the car a few more times and then took out both headlights. He handed the tire iron to one of Logan’s buddies once he was done. “That’s it. Head for the hills. I’m not gonna say it twice.”
Logan almost chuckled at the sight of his cohorts scrambling like a bunch of sissies.
“Except you. You, say you’re sorry.” Weevil pointed at him.
This time Logan did not bother to stop his chuckle. “Rub a lamp.” He said as he winked and smirked at Weevil.
Weevil punched him hard on the stomach. He doubled over and shook his head smilingly despite the pain. Truly was fucking entertaining. He refused to apologize to Veronica. If anyone owed someone an apology it would be Veronica. He gritted his teeth; he knew very well that he wouldn’t be getting the said apology, an added bonus: a beating from the local bike gang.
Veronica flinched when Weevil hit Logan on the stomach. She wanted to put a stop to what he was doing to Logan. She should put a stop to what he was doing but for some reason she was rooted to her spot and her vocal chords were not cooperating with her.
“I said say you’re sorry.” Weevil ordered to the fallen Logan Echolls.
Logan got back to his feet and faced him. “Kiss my ass.” He said deliberately.
Weevil threw a punch to his face. Logan once again found himself face to face with the pavement, ‘I feel like I should take you out first.’ Logan thought to himself as he patted the cement awkwardly. He swayed slightly as he stood up. He raised a hand to his nose and found that there was blood. He grinned as he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.
“Now-”
“Let him go.” Veronica cut Weevil off. The sight of blood finally awakened her from her stupor. Logan could very well be at the receiving end of Aaron’s fury that same night; this beating from Weevil was adding insult to injury.
“Are you sure? I could do this for a while.” Weevil asked her reluctantly.
“I don’t want his apology.” She replied. ‘I don’t deserve it.’
Logan scoffed at her words. ‘You owe me an apology.’ He started for the car and hoped Aaron wasn’t home yet. He had no plans of showing any sign of weakness and the punches he received from Weevil were exactly the sign of weakness that his dad would take full advantage of. He turned back and saw Veronica talking to the biker gang. He sneered as he pulled the car door open.
Veronica kept an eye on Logan and saw the sneer he sported as he opened the car door. For a brief moment their eyes connected.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘I forgive you.’
TBC
Author:tory_jhay88
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 1700
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: Sorry if it took me awhile before posting the next part. This fic is seriously messing with my head and my ability to write is obviously suffering. I'm already starting the next chapter so hopefully it won't be long before the next update. Thanks to everyone who left me some great comments, they help a lot with the writing process. I truly, truly appreciate it! Special shoutout to vmtranscipts.com, where i got the dialogue for the episode. And of course I would like to thank my beta, this chapter's for you!
Prologue, Chapter 1
The Choice
Beach Wars
Mission accomplished.
She met Wallace at the beach and handed him the incriminating evidence. Wallace made a comment about her being a marshmallow, a twinkie, a less than angry girl dying to bake him something. She just laughed at his declaration and ignored the obvious hint that he wanted her to bake him something. She’d like to take their friendship one day at a time.
And so they eventually filled the afternoon with flying Wallace’s model airplane. “Okay, how do I make it loop the loop?” Veronica asked him as her focus remained on the flying object.
“Uh, Veronica?” Wallace said distractedly.
“Yeah?” She answered pretty much the same way; her attention was solely on the remote control.
“Your car.” She could hear the trepidation in his voice.
She handed him the control back as she looked at her parked car. Resting comfortably on the hood of her LeBaron was the one and only Logan Echolls; playing with a tire iron. She grimaced at the sight. She knew a confrontation between the two of them was bound to happen and she fully expected it. Veronica tried to fight down the guilt that rushed through her and put on a brave face. After all, this was the Logan and Veronica hatred hour, he had a part to play and so did she.
“Hey, Veronica Mars!” Logan practically shouted as he jumped off her car, he flashed a wide smile at her.
His toadies had arrived at his doorstep a few minutes after his dad stalked out of the living room. Apparently, they felt that the need to avenge his sullied honor, since they all heard about his exchange with Veronica. Oh, the things he had to do to keep up appearances. All he really wanted to do was relax on his back, while he still had the opportunity.
He saw her put on a brave face and he couldn’t help the burst of admiration for her ability to hide her guilt. He knew she felt guilty for putting him in Aaron’s crossfire. He knew it without having to see her himself. No matter how much she tried to put up that badass Veronica façade he knew her. He knew her well enough that he could tell when she was putting on an act. They were both just pawns of circumstances, both playing a part imposed on them by everyone else.
Sure he had reason to be mildly angry at her. After all her father did target Jake Kane during the investigation of Lily’s murder. His chest constricted painfully at his turn of thoughts.
He fully expected her to stand by her father’s side when the rest of Neptune expressed their unequivocal hatred for Keith Mars. Keith Mars who was by definition the best father in all of Neptune. Keith Mars who was merely doing his job. Logan didn’t blame him for coming after Jake. The man’s intent to bring Lily’s killer to justice gave him enough reason not to fall prey to popular sentiment.
“Do you know what your little joke cost me?” He asked her as he grinned at her.
“Well, I’m pretty sure that you won’t be getting your bong back.” She replied easily.
Logan’s grin widened at her answer. “I know. I tried.” He winked at her playfully. “Wrong answer though. Care to guess again?” He asked as he allowed the tire iron to connect with her headlights. From the corner of his eyes he could see her flinch imperceptibly.
“Clearly your sense of humor.” Veronica answered, she was ready to say goodbye to her headlights. It was only fair, after all her little stunt cost him something she desperately wanted to protect him from. After everything that happened she could not find it in her to wish him harm. She knew that everything that happened between them was not her fault, nor his. They were victims, victims of bad circumstances.
Logan shook his head as he once again bashed her other headlight. He settled the tire iron on the back of his neck and crossed the distance between them, “Nope. And you’re usually so good with pop quizzes. No, the correct answer is my car.” He grinned at her.
Veronica bit her lip at his closeness.
“That’s right, dear ole dad decided to take my t-bird away.” Logan nodded as Veronica kept mum. “And you know what I won’t be having?” His eyes darkened, ‘the ability to lie on my back without the added discomfort’ he thought to himself. “Fun, fun, fun.” He made his tone jovial as he smirked at her. He knew Veronica fully understood his expression, she knew very well what her little plan cost him.
“Uh-uh, Logan.” One of his lackeys uttered in a frightened voice.
Veronica and Logan both looked at the direction where the entire biker gang was coming from. She remained stoic, the day just kept getting better and better. Logan’s smirk widened, someone upstairs must really love him. An overwhelming silence settled over them as Weevil got off his bike.
“What do we have here? Vandalism? No, no, no. Only vandalism that happens in this town goes through me.” Weevil remarked as he walked over to where Veronica and Logan were standing.
Logan checked the urge to roll his eyes, he felt like he was in a scene from The Outsiders. “Listen man, I don’t have a problem with you.” He said pointedly.
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Weevil replied as he took the tire iron from him.
Logan’s jaw tightened. Normally he wouldn’t back down from the obvious challenge that was in Weevil’s actions. But he already had another beating to look forward to; it was only practical not to incite another one despite what his instincts were screaming at him.
“Hey, yo! Is this O-Town any good? I mean my little sister likes it but you know she likes ponies and juice boxes too.” Another gang member was standing by the SUV that Logan and the rest of his gang arrived in. He waved the said CD with such glee.
“I suddenly feel like I’m in a scene from the Outsiders.” Wallace said quietly. Logan heard him and fought off the smile that was threatening to burst from his expression.
“Be cool soda pop.” Veronica muttered as she took in the scene before her. Logan looked in her direction, his face was devoid of any expression but his eyes were sparkling mischievously, she knew then that he heard her.
Weevil walked towards the SUV; Logan felt slightly guilty for what was about to happen. The car didn’t belong to his…minion, he would have to make sure to pay for any damages, it was only fair.
“Hey, that’s not his car, that’s my mom’s car.” His minion said shakily. Logan shook his head slightly, ‘Just keep quiet you dumbass.’
“She can bill me.” Weevil informed his earnest companion and hit the hood of the vehicle as hard as he could. Everyone watched him as he slammed the tire iron against the car a few more times and then took out both headlights. He handed the tire iron to one of Logan’s buddies once he was done. “That’s it. Head for the hills. I’m not gonna say it twice.”
Logan almost chuckled at the sight of his cohorts scrambling like a bunch of sissies.
“Except you. You, say you’re sorry.” Weevil pointed at him.
This time Logan did not bother to stop his chuckle. “Rub a lamp.” He said as he winked and smirked at Weevil.
Weevil punched him hard on the stomach. He doubled over and shook his head smilingly despite the pain. Truly was fucking entertaining. He refused to apologize to Veronica. If anyone owed someone an apology it would be Veronica. He gritted his teeth; he knew very well that he wouldn’t be getting the said apology, an added bonus: a beating from the local bike gang.
Veronica flinched when Weevil hit Logan on the stomach. She wanted to put a stop to what he was doing to Logan. She should put a stop to what he was doing but for some reason she was rooted to her spot and her vocal chords were not cooperating with her.
“I said say you’re sorry.” Weevil ordered to the fallen Logan Echolls.
Logan got back to his feet and faced him. “Kiss my ass.” He said deliberately.
Weevil threw a punch to his face. Logan once again found himself face to face with the pavement, ‘I feel like I should take you out first.’ Logan thought to himself as he patted the cement awkwardly. He swayed slightly as he stood up. He raised a hand to his nose and found that there was blood. He grinned as he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.
“Now-”
“Let him go.” Veronica cut Weevil off. The sight of blood finally awakened her from her stupor. Logan could very well be at the receiving end of Aaron’s fury that same night; this beating from Weevil was adding insult to injury.
“Are you sure? I could do this for a while.” Weevil asked her reluctantly.
“I don’t want his apology.” She replied. ‘I don’t deserve it.’
Logan scoffed at her words. ‘You owe me an apology.’ He started for the car and hoped Aaron wasn’t home yet. He had no plans of showing any sign of weakness and the punches he received from Weevil were exactly the sign of weakness that his dad would take full advantage of. He turned back and saw Veronica talking to the biker gang. He sneered as he pulled the car door open.
Veronica kept an eye on Logan and saw the sneer he sported as he opened the car door. For a brief moment their eyes connected.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘I forgive you.’
TBC