Fic: When home stops being home R
Title: When home stops being home
Author: runiehica
Pairing/Character: Logan and Veronica
Word Count: 1535
Rating: R for language
Summary: Future Fic. About 9 years after season 2
Warnings/Spoilers: No real spoilers. Basic familiarity with the show useful. No finale spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, Rob is the man! Someday I will be cool like him....
Written for The Sound of Veronica challenge at vmlyricfic Prompt at the end of the fic X-Posted to veronicamarsfic
Veronica let the handful of small, smooth pebbles roll out of her hand. The ocean scene she was staring at was beautiful, but she couldn’t make herself focus on anything, but the ocean smoothed pebbles in her hand. Everything else was just too much.
She stiffens as she hears similar pebbles crunch behind her, a warning her solitude had been interrupted. She knew without turning around who it was. No one else could have a reason to be on this particular beach at three in the morning. How he ever tracked her down to North Bend Oregon was beyond her. She thought she had covered her tracks so well. Apparently the last few months staying in that crummy hotel were wasted.
“What do you want, Logan?” she asks with anger dripping off her voice, hoping that will be enough to make him go away. She squeezes the pebbles in her hand so hard her arm begins to shake in pain.
He sighs, wishing silently this could somehow be easier. “No man really knows what he wants.” he asks as he plops down next to her.
Veronica throws her handful of rocks into the bay. “Why do you always do that?” she asks angrily.
“Do what? Sit down? Why do you have to turn everything I do into an attack?”
Veronica glares at him. “Not that, you idiot. Why do you always have to sound like a god damned fortune cookie?”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this. Maybe I should just go,” Logan stands up, but doesn’t move.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you make a better suggestion. No one invited you. The whole reason I came to this shithole was to hide from you. Where did you read invitation in all of that?”
“Excuse me for wanting to know where my wife was! I didn’t know that was a crime. Please, alert the local sheriff’s department so they can arrest me. I know how much you love to do that.”
“It’s been almost ten years, Logan. When are you going to stop throwing that back in my face? And I thought the divorce papers I left for you might have been a hint that maybe my whereabouts weren’t your concern anymore.”
“Oh, right, the papers. Were you ever going to tell me? Were you ever going to tell Michael? Do you understand how he feels not knowing why his mother left?”
Veronica turns away and Logan winces as he realizes how deeply he has struck. He picks up a handful of the ocean smoothed rocks and throws them into the water with a yell.
Neither of them says anything for a minute. Logan finally succumbs to the awkward silence, “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“I’m not my mother,” Veronica hisses.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“I AM NOT MY MOTHER,” she screams. With a sneer she continues, “Not all of us grow up to be our parents.”
“Are you insinuating that I am my father? That’s amazing, you honestly believe I am that man?” Logan’s voice is low with rage, and he can not bring himself to meet her eyes.
“Of course not, sweetie,” Veronica says in a sickeningly and sarcastically sweet voice. “You’re not completely like your father. You’re a perfect blend of him and your mother. You have all of his rage, and you turn to the bottle to avoid all of your problems.” There is venom in her voice and a slightly wild look in her eyes.
“You believe that? Why did you marry me if you thought I was such a monster?” The anger is fading from Logan’s tone as he feels more and more defeated.
“You’re an Echolls. You’re excellent at hiding who you truly are. I can only hope your son doesn’t take after you.”
“OUR son. He is our son, or have you forgotten that too? I guess I’m not special, am I? No one means anything to you anymore. I talked to Keith and he hadn’t heard from you since you left town either. You couldn’t call your husband, fine, I hear he’s an ass. You couldn’t call your son? Why? Because his father is an ass and you didn’t want to chance talking to him? I can almost see that. It’s hard to believe that I am quite that big of a monster, but you always did like to see me with a side of evil. You couldn’t call your father? Why? What crime did he commit? Living in the same town as me? We should lock him up for good.”
“That is none of your business,” Veronica hisses.
“It’s my family too! How do you think I feel watching it fall apart?”
“It’s hard to say, are you as drunk as you usually are? Because I bet you see it a little blurry then.”
Logan sighs and speaks to her with absolutely no malice in his tone. “You should have told me that I was drinking too much. You should have said it bothered you. Don’t you know I would have quit for you? I love you Veronica.”
“It wasn’t just the alcohol. That was just the catalyst to show me exactly what you have become.” Her voice softens suddenly, “Maybe you did love me once, but now you don’t love anything the way you love yourself.”
Logan suddenly turns towards her. “You believe that?” At her slight nod of affirmation he shakes his head and turns back away. “I knew you hated me, but I didn’t realize you had stopped believing I loved you. When?”
“When?” the anger begins to creep back into Veronica’s voice, “Maybe it was when you spent more time on set out of the country than in our bed. Maybe it was when I forgot what you were like sober. Maybe it was when you hired that personal assistant that followed you around like a lovesick puppy.” Veronica’s voice rises with each sentence. “Or maybe it was when I walked onto the set that day and saw the two of you kissing. Maybe that’s the day I figured out that you didn’t really love me anymore.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that she kissed me. You just had the most awful timing ever,” Logan shouts.
“I’m sure I do have the worst timing ever. I’m sure you’d love it if I had never caught on to your little affair. How long would we have gone on like that? You turning me into a laughing stock like that. They all knew! I could see it in their eyes. That pity. They knew that you were fucking her and coming home to drink yourself in a stupor.” She laughs without much humor. “You know I honestly wondered why you weren’t touching me anymore. I wondered what I did wrong. God I felt like such an idiot.”
“You’ve made up your mind haven’t you? Nothing I can say will make you think I am anything but a monster, will it?”
“After everything you still want to deny that you are a monster?”
“Why does everything have to be a fight with you now.”
“But honey, I thought you used to like it when we fought. What is it you said? Oh, right, you called it our own version of foreplay. Am I making you hot yet?”
With a sigh Logan softens his tone, “Is there anything I can say or do to make you come home?”
With a cruel laugh Veronica rises and meets Logan’s eyes, “Your house isn’t my home anymore. I think I’ll stick with my hotel off of Sunset street. It may lack the glamour of your mansion, but I like the honesty of those roaches better than the ones back home.”
Logan bites his lip as he tries to gather strength to continue, “If you don’t come home now you can’t come home. You can’t keep doing this to Michael. I won’t let you hurt him like this anymore.”
“Don’t worry, I’m never coming back.”
“You think that thought worries me? I wish...why bother. There’s nothing I can say to make you see. Here.” Logan shoves a handful of papers into her hands. “Good luck.” Logan turns and walks back up the beach. Veronica watches him until her eyes can’t discern even the smallest bit of his shadow.
Pulling a flashlight out of her bag she looks at the papers. One set are the same divorce papers she left him, with his signature added. The other is the original copy of the prenup she made him sign. Veronica feels a tear roll down her cheek. She had wanted him to be sure she loved him and not his money. Carefully she folds both papers and places them in her bag. She’ll send them to her lawyer tomorrow. She can’t bring herself to tear either of them up.
Veronica picks up another handful of the small smooth pebbles and let’s them gently trickle out of her hand as she stares at the waves crashing before her. Trying to force her mind to focus exclusively on the pebbles was almost enough to make her forget. It was almost enough for it not to hurt.
Your object: Small smooth pepples
Your lyric: "Hotel off of Sunset" from On Your Porch by The Format
Author: runiehica
Pairing/Character: Logan and Veronica
Word Count: 1535
Rating: R for language
Summary: Future Fic. About 9 years after season 2
Warnings/Spoilers: No real spoilers. Basic familiarity with the show useful. No finale spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them, Rob is the man! Someday I will be cool like him....
Written for The Sound of Veronica challenge at vmlyricfic Prompt at the end of the fic X-Posted to veronicamarsfic
Veronica let the handful of small, smooth pebbles roll out of her hand. The ocean scene she was staring at was beautiful, but she couldn’t make herself focus on anything, but the ocean smoothed pebbles in her hand. Everything else was just too much.
She stiffens as she hears similar pebbles crunch behind her, a warning her solitude had been interrupted. She knew without turning around who it was. No one else could have a reason to be on this particular beach at three in the morning. How he ever tracked her down to North Bend Oregon was beyond her. She thought she had covered her tracks so well. Apparently the last few months staying in that crummy hotel were wasted.
“What do you want, Logan?” she asks with anger dripping off her voice, hoping that will be enough to make him go away. She squeezes the pebbles in her hand so hard her arm begins to shake in pain.
He sighs, wishing silently this could somehow be easier. “No man really knows what he wants.” he asks as he plops down next to her.
Veronica throws her handful of rocks into the bay. “Why do you always do that?” she asks angrily.
“Do what? Sit down? Why do you have to turn everything I do into an attack?”
Veronica glares at him. “Not that, you idiot. Why do you always have to sound like a god damned fortune cookie?”
“I can’t talk to you when you’re like this. Maybe I should just go,” Logan stands up, but doesn’t move.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you make a better suggestion. No one invited you. The whole reason I came to this shithole was to hide from you. Where did you read invitation in all of that?”
“Excuse me for wanting to know where my wife was! I didn’t know that was a crime. Please, alert the local sheriff’s department so they can arrest me. I know how much you love to do that.”
“It’s been almost ten years, Logan. When are you going to stop throwing that back in my face? And I thought the divorce papers I left for you might have been a hint that maybe my whereabouts weren’t your concern anymore.”
“Oh, right, the papers. Were you ever going to tell me? Were you ever going to tell Michael? Do you understand how he feels not knowing why his mother left?”
Veronica turns away and Logan winces as he realizes how deeply he has struck. He picks up a handful of the ocean smoothed rocks and throws them into the water with a yell.
Neither of them says anything for a minute. Logan finally succumbs to the awkward silence, “I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“I’m not my mother,” Veronica hisses.
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“I AM NOT MY MOTHER,” she screams. With a sneer she continues, “Not all of us grow up to be our parents.”
“Are you insinuating that I am my father? That’s amazing, you honestly believe I am that man?” Logan’s voice is low with rage, and he can not bring himself to meet her eyes.
“Of course not, sweetie,” Veronica says in a sickeningly and sarcastically sweet voice. “You’re not completely like your father. You’re a perfect blend of him and your mother. You have all of his rage, and you turn to the bottle to avoid all of your problems.” There is venom in her voice and a slightly wild look in her eyes.
“You believe that? Why did you marry me if you thought I was such a monster?” The anger is fading from Logan’s tone as he feels more and more defeated.
“You’re an Echolls. You’re excellent at hiding who you truly are. I can only hope your son doesn’t take after you.”
“OUR son. He is our son, or have you forgotten that too? I guess I’m not special, am I? No one means anything to you anymore. I talked to Keith and he hadn’t heard from you since you left town either. You couldn’t call your husband, fine, I hear he’s an ass. You couldn’t call your son? Why? Because his father is an ass and you didn’t want to chance talking to him? I can almost see that. It’s hard to believe that I am quite that big of a monster, but you always did like to see me with a side of evil. You couldn’t call your father? Why? What crime did he commit? Living in the same town as me? We should lock him up for good.”
“That is none of your business,” Veronica hisses.
“It’s my family too! How do you think I feel watching it fall apart?”
“It’s hard to say, are you as drunk as you usually are? Because I bet you see it a little blurry then.”
Logan sighs and speaks to her with absolutely no malice in his tone. “You should have told me that I was drinking too much. You should have said it bothered you. Don’t you know I would have quit for you? I love you Veronica.”
“It wasn’t just the alcohol. That was just the catalyst to show me exactly what you have become.” Her voice softens suddenly, “Maybe you did love me once, but now you don’t love anything the way you love yourself.”
Logan suddenly turns towards her. “You believe that?” At her slight nod of affirmation he shakes his head and turns back away. “I knew you hated me, but I didn’t realize you had stopped believing I loved you. When?”
“When?” the anger begins to creep back into Veronica’s voice, “Maybe it was when you spent more time on set out of the country than in our bed. Maybe it was when I forgot what you were like sober. Maybe it was when you hired that personal assistant that followed you around like a lovesick puppy.” Veronica’s voice rises with each sentence. “Or maybe it was when I walked onto the set that day and saw the two of you kissing. Maybe that’s the day I figured out that you didn’t really love me anymore.”
“How many times do I have to tell you that she kissed me. You just had the most awful timing ever,” Logan shouts.
“I’m sure I do have the worst timing ever. I’m sure you’d love it if I had never caught on to your little affair. How long would we have gone on like that? You turning me into a laughing stock like that. They all knew! I could see it in their eyes. That pity. They knew that you were fucking her and coming home to drink yourself in a stupor.” She laughs without much humor. “You know I honestly wondered why you weren’t touching me anymore. I wondered what I did wrong. God I felt like such an idiot.”
“You’ve made up your mind haven’t you? Nothing I can say will make you think I am anything but a monster, will it?”
“After everything you still want to deny that you are a monster?”
“Why does everything have to be a fight with you now.”
“But honey, I thought you used to like it when we fought. What is it you said? Oh, right, you called it our own version of foreplay. Am I making you hot yet?”
With a sigh Logan softens his tone, “Is there anything I can say or do to make you come home?”
With a cruel laugh Veronica rises and meets Logan’s eyes, “Your house isn’t my home anymore. I think I’ll stick with my hotel off of Sunset street. It may lack the glamour of your mansion, but I like the honesty of those roaches better than the ones back home.”
Logan bites his lip as he tries to gather strength to continue, “If you don’t come home now you can’t come home. You can’t keep doing this to Michael. I won’t let you hurt him like this anymore.”
“Don’t worry, I’m never coming back.”
“You think that thought worries me? I wish...why bother. There’s nothing I can say to make you see. Here.” Logan shoves a handful of papers into her hands. “Good luck.” Logan turns and walks back up the beach. Veronica watches him until her eyes can’t discern even the smallest bit of his shadow.
Pulling a flashlight out of her bag she looks at the papers. One set are the same divorce papers she left him, with his signature added. The other is the original copy of the prenup she made him sign. Veronica feels a tear roll down her cheek. She had wanted him to be sure she loved him and not his money. Carefully she folds both papers and places them in her bag. She’ll send them to her lawyer tomorrow. She can’t bring herself to tear either of them up.
Veronica picks up another handful of the small smooth pebbles and let’s them gently trickle out of her hand as she stares at the waves crashing before her. Trying to force her mind to focus exclusively on the pebbles was almost enough to make her forget. It was almost enough for it not to hurt.
Your object: Small smooth pepples
Your lyric: "Hotel off of Sunset" from On Your Porch by The Format