VM Fic: Post Partum 10/?, LoVe, R
Veronica Mars Fic: Post Partum
A Veronica Mars FanFic
Title: Post Partum, Part 10/?
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 1420
Rating: R (this part) for language and adult concepts
Summary: motherhood changes Veronica
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: This may turn fetishy in future...
Parts 1 to 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Nine months earlier
Logan stared at the waves crashing on the beach below. He didn't look at Veronica.
"Do you remember Sadie Combs?" he asked, incongruously. "From that show Lawson's Creek?"
Veronica tilted her head to look at him, surprised by the abrupt change of subject. "I think you may recall that Lilly and I were practically obsessed Lawson's Creek fangirls in middle school?" Veronica said. "What does Sadie Combs have to do with anything?"
"She was originally cast to play my fa...Aaron's daughter in the movie he was shooting, Wild Horses," Logan explained.
"Sadie Combs wasn't in that movie," Veronica mused. "I thought Rachelle Trachtenburg played Aaron's daughter in that film?"
"She did. But Sadie Combs was cast first. When she was replaced, the studio said it was because they wanted to make the character younger than Sadie could realistically play, but..." Logan stopped.
"But it had to do with whatever happened to you on the set?" Veronica pressed.
"Yeah," Logan whispered.
"How?" Veronica wondered.
"You know, before I left, Lilly and I had had a big fight. She told me she was going to 'have a lot of fun' while I was gone and she didn't care what I did. You know how it was with us, fighting and making up. Until I found out about Weevil, I honestly...I didn't think she actually...well, I think I knew she was messing around a little other guys, but I didn't know she was..." Logan took a deep breath.
Veronica tentatively reached out and took Logan's hand into her own smaller one. She squeezed gently and urged him to continue.
"I knew she loved that show, Lawson's Creek, and so, well, I thought...I thought it would really piss her off if I could tell her that I kissed Sadie Combs while we were broken up, or...on a break or whatever," Logan sighed.
"Sadie Combs is, what, TEN YEARS older than you!" Veronica said, surprised and amused. "She just looked young! Did she...? Did YOU...?"
"No, no," Logan shook his head, but for a moment there was a devious glint in his eye. "I was fourteen and a total jackass. I can't believe what a ridiculous idea it was. I was sure I could lure her in with all my boyish charm," Logan scoffed. "It was an absurd idea. But, one evening I waited for her in the barn, I thought she was coming in from rehearsing a scene with just her and one of the horses. And I did meet up with her in the stall, and we were just..."
"You were what?" Veronica asked.
"We were just chatting, and she was friendly, and asking me about one of my mom's films that she said she liked, and we were laughing and talking, and I, like an idiot, leaned in to try to kiss her. She put her hand on my shoulder to stop me, saying she was flattered but..." Logan stopped talking all together and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. He stood up and began pacing in front of the sliding glass doors to the balcony.
Veronica watched him, concern and frustration evident on her face.
"My fath...Aaron...came into the barn right then," Logan cleared his throat. "He came into the barn and he saw me try to kiss Sadie, and he saw Sadie put her hand on my shoulder to stop me, and he just..." Logan walked across the hotel suite and into the bedroom. Veronica followed him. She leaned against the door as he sat down on the edge of the bed and hid his face in his hands.
"What did he do, Logan?" Veronica pushed.
"At first he just pulled me away from her and yelled at me. But, I was a jackass and I said something about him interrupting a private moment, and...I can't remember what else. But he got so angry, crazy angry. Angrier than I'd ever seen him before. He punched me in the face. And he punched me in the face again and I got dizzy and I started to fall," Logan said. "And then, I just remember, Sadie was screaming at him to stop, telling him that nothing happened, yelling that it was nothing to be upset about, and that's when Aaron started kicking me. He was still in his costume from filming earlier in the evening, still wearing pointy steel toed boots, and he kicked me in the ribs, and in the stomach, and Sadie was crying and trying to pull him off of me."
Logan rubbed his face with his hands and took a deep shuddering breath, and then continued. "I was trying to roll away from him, and I tried to curl up in a ball, it just...it hurt so much. He was kicking me so hard, and the boots were so fucking awful, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't catch my breath, and then he stopped kicking me in the stomach and started...he..."
Logan suddenly lunged for the suite's bathroom and heaved into it. Veronica ran a wash cloth under cold water and handed it to him as he sat back on the bathroom floor, curled into himself in the space between the wall and the bowl.
"I've never talked about this before," Logan said quietly.
Inwardly, Veronica seethed. She had thought that it was not possible for her to feel more angry and disgusted with Aaron Echolls than she had been that night in the elevator at the Grand, the night he died. But she felt her ire burn with a new intensity. She tried to fit herself into the small space with her husband, but settled for kneeling down next to him and resting her hands on his knees. "Maybe it's time you did talk about it," she suggested.
"Could be," Logan murmured. He leaned his head back heavily, almost smacking it against the tile wall.
"I was...down on the ground, in the dirt and the hay and the horse shit on the floor of the stall, and the horse was getting spooked and shaking and whinnying a little bit, and Sadie was crying, and he started kicking me in the...he started kicking between my legs and, Christ, it was the worst pain I ever remember feeling, worse than the belts and worse than the cigarette burns and he kicked me again and once more and that's the last thing I remember. The pain and smell of the horses and Sadie crying. I woke up three days later in the hospital, and my mom tried to tell me that Sadie had run out of the barn to find her, and told her that the horse she had been riding that day on the set had gone crazy and attacked me. I tried to tell my mom that it wasn't a horse that it was my...that it was Aaron, but she told me that I was confused and that I was really lucky the horse hadn't crushed my skull. She never wanted to talk about it after that."
Logan shook his head as if to clear it, and stood up from the floor. He picked up a glass from the side of the sink and got himself some water. For the first time since he started speaking about the incident, he looked his wife in the eye.
"So," he said, and shrugged. "That's the story of how my father kicked the shit out of me in front of the queen of teenage television drama. Sadie left the set that night, she refused to work with my father on anything after that. He was supposed to have a guest shot on one of the episodes in the last season of Lawson's Creek, and the producers called and told him they weren't going to need him. She sent me a condolence card when he was killed," Logan laughed bitterly.
Veronica reached out and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so sorry, Logan. I'm so sorry I didn't see the truth, that I didn't realize..."
"When I was finally able to go home, my mom told everyone that the horse had to be put down. It was what people wanted to hear. People wanted to hear that I was going to be fine, that it was a fluke accident. Nobody wanted to think that Aaron Echolls would attempt to castrate his own son with a pair of steel toed cowboy boots."
Veronica pressed her face against the smooth cotton of Logan's shirt. "Logan?" she said.
"What?" he answered.
"I know we still have a lot to talk about. And I'm still angry with you for disappearing on me, and for...well, other stuff. But, let's go home," she whispered.
"Okay," he said. He bent and pressed her forehead against her forehead, and pressed a kiss into her hair.
At that moment Veronica's cell phone rang. The caller id said, "Mac," and Veronica would later regret that she let it roll over into voice mail.
To be continued.
To Part 11
A Veronica Mars FanFic
Title: Post Partum, Part 10/?
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count: 1420
Rating: R (this part) for language and adult concepts
Summary: motherhood changes Veronica
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: This may turn fetishy in future...
Parts 1 to 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Nine months earlier
Logan stared at the waves crashing on the beach below. He didn't look at Veronica.
"Do you remember Sadie Combs?" he asked, incongruously. "From that show Lawson's Creek?"
Veronica tilted her head to look at him, surprised by the abrupt change of subject. "I think you may recall that Lilly and I were practically obsessed Lawson's Creek fangirls in middle school?" Veronica said. "What does Sadie Combs have to do with anything?"
"She was originally cast to play my fa...Aaron's daughter in the movie he was shooting, Wild Horses," Logan explained.
"Sadie Combs wasn't in that movie," Veronica mused. "I thought Rachelle Trachtenburg played Aaron's daughter in that film?"
"She did. But Sadie Combs was cast first. When she was replaced, the studio said it was because they wanted to make the character younger than Sadie could realistically play, but..." Logan stopped.
"But it had to do with whatever happened to you on the set?" Veronica pressed.
"Yeah," Logan whispered.
"How?" Veronica wondered.
"You know, before I left, Lilly and I had had a big fight. She told me she was going to 'have a lot of fun' while I was gone and she didn't care what I did. You know how it was with us, fighting and making up. Until I found out about Weevil, I honestly...I didn't think she actually...well, I think I knew she was messing around a little other guys, but I didn't know she was..." Logan took a deep breath.
Veronica tentatively reached out and took Logan's hand into her own smaller one. She squeezed gently and urged him to continue.
"I knew she loved that show, Lawson's Creek, and so, well, I thought...I thought it would really piss her off if I could tell her that I kissed Sadie Combs while we were broken up, or...on a break or whatever," Logan sighed.
"Sadie Combs is, what, TEN YEARS older than you!" Veronica said, surprised and amused. "She just looked young! Did she...? Did YOU...?"
"No, no," Logan shook his head, but for a moment there was a devious glint in his eye. "I was fourteen and a total jackass. I can't believe what a ridiculous idea it was. I was sure I could lure her in with all my boyish charm," Logan scoffed. "It was an absurd idea. But, one evening I waited for her in the barn, I thought she was coming in from rehearsing a scene with just her and one of the horses. And I did meet up with her in the stall, and we were just..."
"You were what?" Veronica asked.
"We were just chatting, and she was friendly, and asking me about one of my mom's films that she said she liked, and we were laughing and talking, and I, like an idiot, leaned in to try to kiss her. She put her hand on my shoulder to stop me, saying she was flattered but..." Logan stopped talking all together and shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants. He stood up and began pacing in front of the sliding glass doors to the balcony.
Veronica watched him, concern and frustration evident on her face.
"My fath...Aaron...came into the barn right then," Logan cleared his throat. "He came into the barn and he saw me try to kiss Sadie, and he saw Sadie put her hand on my shoulder to stop me, and he just..." Logan walked across the hotel suite and into the bedroom. Veronica followed him. She leaned against the door as he sat down on the edge of the bed and hid his face in his hands.
"What did he do, Logan?" Veronica pushed.
"At first he just pulled me away from her and yelled at me. But, I was a jackass and I said something about him interrupting a private moment, and...I can't remember what else. But he got so angry, crazy angry. Angrier than I'd ever seen him before. He punched me in the face. And he punched me in the face again and I got dizzy and I started to fall," Logan said. "And then, I just remember, Sadie was screaming at him to stop, telling him that nothing happened, yelling that it was nothing to be upset about, and that's when Aaron started kicking me. He was still in his costume from filming earlier in the evening, still wearing pointy steel toed boots, and he kicked me in the ribs, and in the stomach, and Sadie was crying and trying to pull him off of me."
Logan rubbed his face with his hands and took a deep shuddering breath, and then continued. "I was trying to roll away from him, and I tried to curl up in a ball, it just...it hurt so much. He was kicking me so hard, and the boots were so fucking awful, and I felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't catch my breath, and then he stopped kicking me in the stomach and started...he..."
Logan suddenly lunged for the suite's bathroom and heaved into it. Veronica ran a wash cloth under cold water and handed it to him as he sat back on the bathroom floor, curled into himself in the space between the wall and the bowl.
"I've never talked about this before," Logan said quietly.
Inwardly, Veronica seethed. She had thought that it was not possible for her to feel more angry and disgusted with Aaron Echolls than she had been that night in the elevator at the Grand, the night he died. But she felt her ire burn with a new intensity. She tried to fit herself into the small space with her husband, but settled for kneeling down next to him and resting her hands on his knees. "Maybe it's time you did talk about it," she suggested.
"Could be," Logan murmured. He leaned his head back heavily, almost smacking it against the tile wall.
"I was...down on the ground, in the dirt and the hay and the horse shit on the floor of the stall, and the horse was getting spooked and shaking and whinnying a little bit, and Sadie was crying, and he started kicking me in the...he started kicking between my legs and, Christ, it was the worst pain I ever remember feeling, worse than the belts and worse than the cigarette burns and he kicked me again and once more and that's the last thing I remember. The pain and smell of the horses and Sadie crying. I woke up three days later in the hospital, and my mom tried to tell me that Sadie had run out of the barn to find her, and told her that the horse she had been riding that day on the set had gone crazy and attacked me. I tried to tell my mom that it wasn't a horse that it was my...that it was Aaron, but she told me that I was confused and that I was really lucky the horse hadn't crushed my skull. She never wanted to talk about it after that."
Logan shook his head as if to clear it, and stood up from the floor. He picked up a glass from the side of the sink and got himself some water. For the first time since he started speaking about the incident, he looked his wife in the eye.
"So," he said, and shrugged. "That's the story of how my father kicked the shit out of me in front of the queen of teenage television drama. Sadie left the set that night, she refused to work with my father on anything after that. He was supposed to have a guest shot on one of the episodes in the last season of Lawson's Creek, and the producers called and told him they weren't going to need him. She sent me a condolence card when he was killed," Logan laughed bitterly.
Veronica reached out and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so sorry, Logan. I'm so sorry I didn't see the truth, that I didn't realize..."
"When I was finally able to go home, my mom told everyone that the horse had to be put down. It was what people wanted to hear. People wanted to hear that I was going to be fine, that it was a fluke accident. Nobody wanted to think that Aaron Echolls would attempt to castrate his own son with a pair of steel toed cowboy boots."
Veronica pressed her face against the smooth cotton of Logan's shirt. "Logan?" she said.
"What?" he answered.
"I know we still have a lot to talk about. And I'm still angry with you for disappearing on me, and for...well, other stuff. But, let's go home," she whispered.
"Okay," he said. He bent and pressed her forehead against her forehead, and pressed a kiss into her hair.
At that moment Veronica's cell phone rang. The caller id said, "Mac," and Veronica would later regret that she let it roll over into voice mail.
To be continued.
To Part 11