Fic: Bee Mine (V/L, Veronica) PG
Title: Bee Mine
Author: x_reasonswhy
Pairing/Character: V/L, Veronica
Word Count: 1461
Rating: PG
Summary: Armed with a gift, Veronica gathers her courage and goes to visit Logan.
Spoilers: References through the series finale.
Warnings: A few bad words.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
Despite the fact that they run in fairly similar circles, Veronica manages to avoid talking to Logan for another few days after she breaks up with Piz. She knows that waiting won’t make the conversation any easier, but she’s holding out for the hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll come talk to her first. (In the back of her mind, she wonders if she’s thinking this because she keeps remembering how Logan always came back for Lilly.)
But when he doesn’t even bother to call (and he has to know she and Piz have broken up by now), Veronica finally works up the courage to go talk to him, despite the fact that it makes her the slightest bit nauseas even thinking about it. She drives to the Neptune Grand with reminders that she’s faced down the Fitzpatricks and with the refrain of Cowboy up, Mars echoing in her head.
When she walks inside, she’s hit with the abstract thought that the problem with staying in Neptune is that every single place holds memories. Some are good, some are bad, most have a slightly tragic tint, and all are hidden in the corners of places she can’t avoid.
Trying desperately not to think of any other time she’s been in this lobby, she goes to the elevator and presses the up button. And Veronica’s pretty sure the elevator ride up to Logan’s suite has never felt so long. The seconds tick by slowly, each moment that passes reminding her of all the reasons she doesn’t want to be here. And the worst part is, she’s not even sure why she’s this nervous. She’s not expecting him to take her back or going to his room with any intention of kissing him (although she does have a gift) - she just needs to talk to him, needs to see him, needs to tell him what she’s realized.
And the Fitzpatricks be damned, she’s pretty sure this is the scariest thing she’s had to do in a while.
The elevator finally dings! and the door slides open to reveal an empty hallway. Veronica walks toward Logan’s room and knocks on the door, trying to fight the urge to run away. No one answers at first, and all of a sudden, she’s in high school again and it’s the day after Alterna-Prom and she’s half-expecting Kendall Casablancas to let her inside. (She still has the room key tucked safely in her wallet, but she has the funny feeling that using it now wouldn't be the best idea.) But finally, Logan comes to the door and opens it slowly. If he’s surprised to see her, he hides it well. His mouth curves into a smirk as he leans against the door frame, watching her.
“Hmm, that’s funny. I thought I ordered a pint of ice cream, not a pint-sized menace. The room service really isn’t what it used to be.” When Veronica doesn’t offer an explanation as to why she’s there, he continues. “So, to what do I owe the distinct pleasure of a house visit from Veronica Mars?”
“Piz and I broke up.” The words come tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop them, and damn, that was really not how she wanted to start this - this conversation, or whatever the hell it is. And she hates him for just standing there, looking for all the world like he regularly entertains ex-girlfriends in the doorway of his hotel room.
“I heard.” Logan waits a beat and then says, “And you’re expecting me to A) lend you a shoulder to cry on, B) take you back in a rush of gratitude, or C) offer you ice cream and tell you you’re better off without that jackass?”
Veronica’s lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “Try D) none of the above.”
“Ah, well, I never was that good at multiple choice questions anyway,” Logan says with a sigh, stepping away from the door and leading her to the couch inside. When they’re both sitting down, he asks, “Then why are you here, Veronica? Need a favor? Need someone to accuse of murder?”
She thinks he’s mostly kidding about that last part, but there’s just the slightest touch of bitterness in his voice that makes her stomach curl.
They fall into a vaguely uncomfortable silence, and Veronica fidgets slightly on the couch, trying to figure out how to begin. Logan, of all people, should recognize how hard admitting she was wrong is for her, but it’s not like he’s about to make this any easier for her. (Although he had been on his best behavior since she;d come inside, so maybe she should give him some credit.) Finally, she settles on, “I just wanted to talk. And give you this.”
She shoves the little present that’s been hanging by her side towards him. She’s done a shoddy job wrapping it, and God, it’s not like her to give presents anyway. She just, well, she saw it at the store one day back when they were “on again,” but never had the chance to give it to him.
He shakes the package lightly. “You gave me your pony?”
“Absolutely not,” Veronica says, mock-offended. “The last pet you had died in approximately three days.”
“It’s not my fault that the damned fish refused to eat.”
“Yeah, sure.” She chances a small smile, but even their familiar back-and-forth hasn’t done much to calm her nerves.
With a snort and a quirked eyebrow, Logan unwraps the gift, casually tossing the tissue paper over his shoulder. It takes him a while to react, and Veronica chews at the corner of her lip as he regards the stuffed bee with the words “Bee Mine” stitched across it.
She’s not really sure what she’s expecting, but what he says next is: “Did you at least win it through some display of ring-tossing ability?”
“Dart-throwing, actually,” Veronica replies without missing a beat. “But I figure it’s in the same family.”
Logan laughs softly, but abruptly, his face turns serious. “Why are you here, Veronica?” he asks again, sounding more tired this time. He set the stuffed bee on the table beside him.
“I - I don’t really know.”
“Well,” he begins, “the last time I saw you, Gorya Sorokin was bleeding on the cafeteria floor threatening me with death, so maybe it has something to do with that?”
“Yeah, there was that whole thing.” She eyes the light bruises on his knuckles, wondering how much worse Gorya looks. “And guess that brings us to…” Veronica pauses for a second, taking a breath. “I - I’m sorry, Logan. I know it doesn’t fix anything, but I just wanted to tell you that I know whatever happened was my fault, too.” She waits for a moment and then adds, the words blurring together, “And I broke up with Piz because I kept thinking that I would like him as much as I should because he’s funny and smart and nice and -”
“Normal?” Logan interjects.
“Well, yeah.”
“I think that we’ve established we can never be normal.”
Veronica sighs. “Which is why I’m here. Because you understand that.” Her voice is so quiet that she wonders for a moment if he even heard her.
A flicker of emotion flashes through Logan’s eyes, but Veronica doesn't really want to think of what it means. “I’m not - it’s not that simple.”
“I know. I just, I miss you.” Veronica took a breath. “And it’s not like I can promise I’ll change, but it’s like we’re together even when we aren’t. And it turns out that the bearable amount of pain you kept rambling on about is actually kind of really difficult to bear.”
“What are you trying to say, Veronica?”
‘“Bee Mine’?” she says shakily, trying (and failing) to adopt a light-hearted tone.
Logan glances once at the forgotten stuff animal before looking at her for what feels like the longest time. Then, it what is clearly his attempt at matching her blasé tone, he says, “Have you ever let me be anything but?”
There’s a brief moment where they share a smile, and then, all of a sudden, they are kissing and she doesn’t really know who started it or how she expects them to make it work but it doesn’t really matter because this is Logan, finally Logan and not Piz, kissing her and it feels so damn good and right and maybe this time everything will be okay and -
“You know,” Logan says, pulling away from her, “this is surprisingly like option B.”
“What?” she asks, slightly breathless.
“B) Take you back in a rush of gratitude.”
“Shut up,” is her only reply before she kisses him again.
Author: x_reasonswhy
Pairing/Character: V/L, Veronica
Word Count: 1461
Rating: PG
Summary: Armed with a gift, Veronica gathers her courage and goes to visit Logan.
Spoilers: References through the series finale.
Warnings: A few bad words.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
Despite the fact that they run in fairly similar circles, Veronica manages to avoid talking to Logan for another few days after she breaks up with Piz. She knows that waiting won’t make the conversation any easier, but she’s holding out for the hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll come talk to her first. (In the back of her mind, she wonders if she’s thinking this because she keeps remembering how Logan always came back for Lilly.)
But when he doesn’t even bother to call (and he has to know she and Piz have broken up by now), Veronica finally works up the courage to go talk to him, despite the fact that it makes her the slightest bit nauseas even thinking about it. She drives to the Neptune Grand with reminders that she’s faced down the Fitzpatricks and with the refrain of Cowboy up, Mars echoing in her head.
When she walks inside, she’s hit with the abstract thought that the problem with staying in Neptune is that every single place holds memories. Some are good, some are bad, most have a slightly tragic tint, and all are hidden in the corners of places she can’t avoid.
Trying desperately not to think of any other time she’s been in this lobby, she goes to the elevator and presses the up button. And Veronica’s pretty sure the elevator ride up to Logan’s suite has never felt so long. The seconds tick by slowly, each moment that passes reminding her of all the reasons she doesn’t want to be here. And the worst part is, she’s not even sure why she’s this nervous. She’s not expecting him to take her back or going to his room with any intention of kissing him (although she does have a gift) - she just needs to talk to him, needs to see him, needs to tell him what she’s realized.
And the Fitzpatricks be damned, she’s pretty sure this is the scariest thing she’s had to do in a while.
The elevator finally dings! and the door slides open to reveal an empty hallway. Veronica walks toward Logan’s room and knocks on the door, trying to fight the urge to run away. No one answers at first, and all of a sudden, she’s in high school again and it’s the day after Alterna-Prom and she’s half-expecting Kendall Casablancas to let her inside. (She still has the room key tucked safely in her wallet, but she has the funny feeling that using it now wouldn't be the best idea.) But finally, Logan comes to the door and opens it slowly. If he’s surprised to see her, he hides it well. His mouth curves into a smirk as he leans against the door frame, watching her.
“Hmm, that’s funny. I thought I ordered a pint of ice cream, not a pint-sized menace. The room service really isn’t what it used to be.” When Veronica doesn’t offer an explanation as to why she’s there, he continues. “So, to what do I owe the distinct pleasure of a house visit from Veronica Mars?”
“Piz and I broke up.” The words come tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop them, and damn, that was really not how she wanted to start this - this conversation, or whatever the hell it is. And she hates him for just standing there, looking for all the world like he regularly entertains ex-girlfriends in the doorway of his hotel room.
“I heard.” Logan waits a beat and then says, “And you’re expecting me to A) lend you a shoulder to cry on, B) take you back in a rush of gratitude, or C) offer you ice cream and tell you you’re better off without that jackass?”
Veronica’s lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “Try D) none of the above.”
“Ah, well, I never was that good at multiple choice questions anyway,” Logan says with a sigh, stepping away from the door and leading her to the couch inside. When they’re both sitting down, he asks, “Then why are you here, Veronica? Need a favor? Need someone to accuse of murder?”
She thinks he’s mostly kidding about that last part, but there’s just the slightest touch of bitterness in his voice that makes her stomach curl.
They fall into a vaguely uncomfortable silence, and Veronica fidgets slightly on the couch, trying to figure out how to begin. Logan, of all people, should recognize how hard admitting she was wrong is for her, but it’s not like he’s about to make this any easier for her. (Although he had been on his best behavior since she;d come inside, so maybe she should give him some credit.) Finally, she settles on, “I just wanted to talk. And give you this.”
She shoves the little present that’s been hanging by her side towards him. She’s done a shoddy job wrapping it, and God, it’s not like her to give presents anyway. She just, well, she saw it at the store one day back when they were “on again,” but never had the chance to give it to him.
He shakes the package lightly. “You gave me your pony?”
“Absolutely not,” Veronica says, mock-offended. “The last pet you had died in approximately three days.”
“It’s not my fault that the damned fish refused to eat.”
“Yeah, sure.” She chances a small smile, but even their familiar back-and-forth hasn’t done much to calm her nerves.
With a snort and a quirked eyebrow, Logan unwraps the gift, casually tossing the tissue paper over his shoulder. It takes him a while to react, and Veronica chews at the corner of her lip as he regards the stuffed bee with the words “Bee Mine” stitched across it.
She’s not really sure what she’s expecting, but what he says next is: “Did you at least win it through some display of ring-tossing ability?”
“Dart-throwing, actually,” Veronica replies without missing a beat. “But I figure it’s in the same family.”
Logan laughs softly, but abruptly, his face turns serious. “Why are you here, Veronica?” he asks again, sounding more tired this time. He set the stuffed bee on the table beside him.
“I - I don’t really know.”
“Well,” he begins, “the last time I saw you, Gorya Sorokin was bleeding on the cafeteria floor threatening me with death, so maybe it has something to do with that?”
“Yeah, there was that whole thing.” She eyes the light bruises on his knuckles, wondering how much worse Gorya looks. “And guess that brings us to…” Veronica pauses for a second, taking a breath. “I - I’m sorry, Logan. I know it doesn’t fix anything, but I just wanted to tell you that I know whatever happened was my fault, too.” She waits for a moment and then adds, the words blurring together, “And I broke up with Piz because I kept thinking that I would like him as much as I should because he’s funny and smart and nice and -”
“Normal?” Logan interjects.
“Well, yeah.”
“I think that we’ve established we can never be normal.”
Veronica sighs. “Which is why I’m here. Because you understand that.” Her voice is so quiet that she wonders for a moment if he even heard her.
A flicker of emotion flashes through Logan’s eyes, but Veronica doesn't really want to think of what it means. “I’m not - it’s not that simple.”
“I know. I just, I miss you.” Veronica took a breath. “And it’s not like I can promise I’ll change, but it’s like we’re together even when we aren’t. And it turns out that the bearable amount of pain you kept rambling on about is actually kind of really difficult to bear.”
“What are you trying to say, Veronica?”
‘“Bee Mine’?” she says shakily, trying (and failing) to adopt a light-hearted tone.
Logan glances once at the forgotten stuff animal before looking at her for what feels like the longest time. Then, it what is clearly his attempt at matching her blasé tone, he says, “Have you ever let me be anything but?”
There’s a brief moment where they share a smile, and then, all of a sudden, they are kissing and she doesn’t really know who started it or how she expects them to make it work but it doesn’t really matter because this is Logan, finally Logan and not Piz, kissing her and it feels so damn good and right and maybe this time everything will be okay and -
“You know,” Logan says, pulling away from her, “this is surprisingly like option B.”
“What?” she asks, slightly breathless.
“B) Take you back in a rush of gratitude.”
“Shut up,” is her only reply before she kisses him again.