Could This Be Happening? Part 41
Title: Could This Be Happening? Part 41
Author: christykq
Rating: M for language and innuendos mostly, some sex
Characters/Pairings: LoVe, ensemble
Word Count: 4507
Spoilers: Begins with 3.05 and goes through S3.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the VM universe, it all belongs to the master RT. I also do not earn a profit from any one of the many brand names named in my story and no copyright infringement is intended. Transcripts from Indigo Mantoya at twiztv dot com.
A/N: Character’s thoughts are italic.
Part 41
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[During 3.19 Weevils Woble But They Don’t Go Down]
[Late May 2007: 33 weeks pregnant]
“LLLOOOGGGAAANNN!” Veronica yells from the bathtub. “I need your help.” She sings trying not to alarm her overprotective husband. “LLLLLLLLogan. LoGGGGGGGGGan. LogaNNNNNNN” She sings, splashing her foot in the tub.
“You need my help?” Logan laughs, appearing at the bathroom door, amused at the sight he sees in the bathroom.
Veronica is wearing a bikini top and nothing else, sitting on the edge of the tub with shaving cream sporadically smeared on her thighs from her hip to her knee and a razor in her hand.
She grins at her husband. “Hi Honey. I kind of need your help. We’re going to the beach and I desperately need to shave my legs but I can’t reach or see most of the areas that need to be shaved.
“No way.” He shakes his head from side to side rapidly. “I have to shave my face every fuckin’ day, I’m not going to shave your legs for you too.”
“But, Honey, I’m going to look like a yeti. I’m hairy and gross.” Veronica whines.
Logan walks over to the edge of the tub, looking over the situation in front of him. “You can’t reach your feet, Babe?”
“No.” She demonstrates and he laughs.
“How do you tie your shoes?”
“I’ve been wearing slip-on shoes for the last month and a half.”
Logan is surprised he hasn’t noticed her footwear or her lack of flexibility because of her pregnancy. “I’m not good at shaving. I cut myself, like, every fucking morning.”
Veronica tilts her head and bats her eyelashes.
“How ‘bout we call Mac to help?”
“You really don’t think you’ll be able to shave my legs without cutting me multiple times?”
Logan huffs. “Fine, but it’s going to take me forever.”
“Consider it a bonding experience.”
“Am I going to need more than one razor?” Logan looks at her body considering the amount of skin he’s going to be shaving.
“Get a second one, the pack’s right there.” She points to the razors on the counter. “I’m borderline yeti territory, you might want to get third one.”
“You use shaving cream on your legs?”
“Yep.”
“What about downstairs?” He points at her pelvis.
“You can put Nair down there.”
Logan shrugs and steps in the tub, looking at his wife, bewildered. “Where do I start?”
“How ‘bout start at my thighs and work down.” Veronica suggests.
Logan sighs loudly, armed with a razor in one hand and the shaving cream in the other. “Okay, Babe, here goes nothing.”
He covers her legs with shaving cream generously, stretching each leg out in front of him and making an extra effort to touch every inch of her skin, sensually.
“I think I read in Teen People that a clean leg shave will make that special man sit up and take notice.”
“I read in FHM that men like bare breasts.”
“Interesting. I did not know that. Bare breasts, you say? Hmm.” Veronica watches Logan bite on his lower lip, concentrating on his task and she holds back a laugh.
Taking his time, Logan carefully scrapes the foam off of Veronica’s skin, using short strokes and a steady hand.
“All done.” He admires his work and smiles proudly. “With only one tiny knick.” He looks to his wife for praise. “Not bad, huh?”
She hands him another razor. “Great job, Honey. Now, do my back?”
“That’s what Nair is for, Dear.” Logan says as he steps out of the tub, dries off his feet and walks out of the room.
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Logan is scanning the beach for his very pregnant wife and her best friend from his floating surfboard. He’s tired from surfing for the last few hours and the sun slowly beating on his black wet suit.
Wallace needed to try out his Sea Monkey remote control plane before his final next week and invited Veronica to help out while Logan, Dick and Mac surfed.
Currently, Dick is teaching Mac how to surf in the shallow water and Mac looks like she’s having a good time and catching on nicely.
Logan notices a flash of blonde hair in the parking lot and immediately smiles, riding the first wave into to the beach to meet his wife and her best friend.
Wallace pops the trunk open of his car and a wave of fumes escape of the vehicle.
“Geez, what does that thing run on, nail polish?” Veronica covers her nose and mouth and steps back from the car into cleaner air.
Wallace carefully lifts the model airplane out of the car. “It's a methanol-oil mixture.”
“That's why I drive a Saturn hybrid.”
“Which you haven’t driven in weeks.” Wallace counters as he grabs the container of fuel.
“I can’t fit in the Saturn anymore.” Veronica points to her obvious pregnant belly and lifts her beach chair out of the trunk.
Wallace throws Veronica’s beach bag over his shoulder and slams the hatchback door shut as they head for the beach.
“I saw Beth Turner yesterday on campus. She looked good.” Wallace says to his best friend.
“Good enough to get back with her?”
“Yeah.” Wallace smiles at the thought. “I told her I would call her when I get back from Africa. She seemed impressed that I was doing something constructive with my summer and not fuckin’ around.”
Veronica nods. “I’m impressed.” She smiles at her best friend.
Logan meets them on the beach path with his wet suit hanging from his waist and his surfboard in his hand. “Good afternoon.” He smiles at his wife and kisses her lips quickly as he takes her beach chair from her hand.
“Hello. How are the waves?”
“Good but I’m ready to lay on the beach with you now.”
Veronica smiles and directs her attention to Wallace. “Hey, you never told me what happened with your whole man-crush thing.”
Logan laughs. “Wallace has a man crush? The man crush isn't me, is it? Most people find me irresistible.”
“Some guy following him around campus. Is it Logan?” Veronica teases.
“I thought you decided on the flattered and non-judgmental bandana.” Logan says.
“All right, now, it was... nothing, you know? It was just nothing.”
“Uh huh. What are you keeping from us, Papa Bear?”
“Nothing.”
“Spill it.” Veronica demands.
“Do you know what the Castle is?”
“I’ve heard of it.” Logan speaks up.
“It’s Hearst’s version of Skull and Bones. They tapped me to join.”
“Is that good? Are you going to do it?”
“It’s all secretive and shit. I’m not allowed to tell anyone I’ve been asked to pledge or I’m out.” Wallace explains.
“I guess you’re not doing it then?” Veronica infers.
“I would but I think it’s a one-time offer and I’m going to Africa. I can’t have that shit to worry about while I’m on a different continent trying to do good in the world.”
Veronica nods in understanding.
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“Can we be done now? I’m exhausted.” Mac complains.
Dick leans on the surfboard in between them, floating on the water at their knees and kisses Mac. “Dude, you did great today.”
Mac blushes. “Thanks. I want to try this again but I’m finished now.”
“Okay.” Dick picks up the surfboard and takes Mac’s hand. “Let’s go.”
As they walk to their beach blanket, Dick fidgets in his wet suit. “Man, this new wet suit's like a cheap motel. No ballroom.” He snaps the wet suit at his crotch.
“Nice.” Mac shakes her head.
“You look pretty damn cute in my old surf shirt.” He eyes her up and down. “You want to wear that later on when we can be alone?” Dick smacks Mac’s ass and makes her jump slightly.
Mac stays silent but smiles.
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Logan stabs his board in the sand as Veronica unfolds her beach chair and stands at the chair, staring at it, figuring out how to sit in the very low chair.
Logan notices her dilemma and offers her both of his hands for assistance.
She smiles at her husband, takes his hands and slowly lowers to the chair. “Thanks Babe. I didn’t think about how low this chair is when I grabbed it earlier.” Logan laughs and lowers himself to his wife’s level and kisses her on her forehead.
“I love you.” He looks at her belly and back to her face again. “Your wearing your swimsuit again.” Logan whispers. “You know what that does to me.” He kisses her lips with a chaste kiss and stands.
“Snookums, can you turn me so I can see the maiden voyage of the Sea Monkey?” Veronica bats her eyelashes.
“Sure.” Logan lifts the beach chair and Veronica off the ground a few inches and drops them down in the sand in a different direction. “Good?”
“Yes. Thank you.”
Dick and Mac approach Veronica and their base camp on the beach. “Hey.” Dick sees Veronica’s shiny, freshly shaved legs. “What's up, hot legs? Ow!”
“Score one for Teen People.” Logan says under his breath.
Veronica laughs. “Hi guys, Wallace is just about to launch his plane’s first flight.”
“Cool.” Dick says as he hands Mac a towel and peels off his wet suit.
Logan throws his wetsuit to the sand and sits next to Veronica on a towel waiting to watch the Sea Monkey take off.
Dick wipes his palms on his bare legs. “I’m so nervous. This is totally knotting up my inner nerd.”
“Wait, you have an inner one?” Mac laughs as Dick pushes her playfully over into the sand.
Wallace sets the plane down on an open spot of sand, takes a deep breath and pushes a few buttons, watching the plane lift off the sand.
Veronica watches the plane closely, clapping.
Logan smiles. “Wohoo.”
Wallace watches the plane anxiously as the Sea Monkey soars, suddenly the plane banks and the engine fails. The Sea Monkey lands roughly on the sand, down the beach.
“D’oh!” Dick says quietly and runs to rescue the model airplane.
“Oops.” Mac winces.
Dick protectively stands over Wallace’s plane while Wallace meets him at the Sea Monkey’s landing spot. “Nice plane, Dude.”
“Thanks.” Wallace cautiously examines his final project and Dick returns to the blanket.
The four friends relax and enjoy some free time together after a stressful dead week and before a crazy week of finals approaches.
Wallace successfully repaired the Sea Monkey and joined his friends for a few beers and some relaxation before they collected their belongings and left the beach at nightfall.
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Veronica is flirting with Logan across the library from her desk via Instant Messenger before she has to go to her doctor’s office for her twice-weekly stress test. He’s supposed to be studying and she’s expected to be stamping book cards but sending Logan dirty messages is much more fun.
On Veronica’s desktop a second window shows hot Jennie’s Aspen picture with most of the students’ names and ID card aliases typed on the photo.
Hot Jennie’s name is Jennie Budosh, also known as Anne Sexton and Patrick Nickerson has his arm around Jennie in the photo. His alias is Niehls Bohr.
Veronica found out, after about two minutes of online research, that Patrick Nickerson was from Marietta Georgia, the same town where they make the Magneta-corp machine and his dad is an executive at Magneta-corp.
Veronica looks up from a naughty message when she hears a throat clear nearby. She peers up to see Patrick Nickerson and hot Jennie standing at the Library help desk. Over their shoulder, Logan is out of his seat and is making his way over to the library desk.
“I guess you know who I am by now.” Patrick says softly.
Logan slides behind the desk next to Veronica as she responds. “Wild guess. Patrick Nickerson.”
“There's some people we want you to meet.” Patrick says looking from Veronica to Logan and back to Veronica again.
Veronica looks at Logan and he nods slightly as he helps her off her stool and they follow Jennie and Patrick to a large separate library room.
In the room, on the other side of a large table are eight students, including Sylvia Plath, vampire Leon, and Honus Wagner. Jennie and Patrick shut the door behind Logan and Veronica then walk to the far side of the table and sit. Logan pulls out a chair and Veronica sits while Logan stands behind her.
“I guess you're all asking yourself why I called this meeting.” She jokes and looks at the other students’ faces. None of the other people in the room recognize her humor. “What? That's comedy gold.”
Patrick speaks to the room. “She knows about my dad's company.”
“And I know that Leon's cryptography research wasn't really stolen. Let's see, one guy to steal the machine...” Veronica points at Patrick then Leon. “One guy to program it...” She points to the group as a whole. “...And everyone to point the finger at the ex-con maintenance guy.” Veronica gets out her cell phone. “...And the injustice league strikes again.”
“Who are you calling?” Patrick asks nervously.
“The surgeon general.”
“She's calling her dad, the Sheriff.” Jennie speaks up.
“Good call, Jennie. See, you're not here just for your looks.” Veronica smarts and Logan snorts in disagreement, quietly.
“Hang up. Please. We can work this out. Yeah, you can be one of us.” Patrick begs.
“Is this where you turn me into a vampire?” She glances at the other students.
“Watch Leon.” Logan says softly so only Veronica can hear him. She smiles.
“We can make it worth your while.”
Veronica punches a button on her phone and lays it down on the table. “All right, I'm listening.”
“So, what is that maintenance guy paying you, anyway?”
“Cash.”
“Don't turn us in and you could have your very own Hearst ID.” Patrick offers.
“Oh, I have one, thanks.”
“This one is the everlasting gobstopper of spending money. You'll never have to pay for another textbook, another ticket to a campus performance, another meal.” Patrick entices.
“Assuming I want to eat meals in the Food Court for the rest of my life? Besides, you're lying. You don't have the machine. You left it in the locker next to Mr. Navarro's.”
“There's a third one.” Jennie declares.
“I've already programmed it.” Leon adds.
“The only reason we got busted is because we used stupid aliases. We get new cards, generic names, and we don't get caught again.” Patrick explains.
“You're a scholarship kid, right?” Jennie smirks.
“Yeah, that must be pretty tough, paying for all those meals, textbooks.” Patrick says with sarcastically with mock compassion.
Veronica drums her fingers on the table. “It was difficult, but I’m married now and hubby, here...” She points her thumb over her shoulder at Logan. “...is independently wealthy.” Logan waves obnoxiously. “Which is why a bunch of kids who can afford to ski in Aspen getting their kicks by ripping off my school and blaming it on the nearest kid from the wrong side of the tracks pisses me off so much.” Veronica gets up from the table, grabbing her phone.
“You think that ski picture is proof?” Patrick asks anxiously. “That doesn't prove anything.”
Veronica holds out her phone and punches a couple of buttons.
“But this conversation does.” Veronica says as she replays their conversation back. When Patrick’s voice is heard Veronica points to him then herself when her voice comes through the speakers. “Is this where you turn me into a vampire?” “We can make it worth your while.”
Veronica switches off the recording.
“I won't bore you with the rest, but I'll bet it means jail time. Or, if you'd prefer, you can go throw yourself at the mercy of the campus police. I'm sure they'll have more mercy for you than my dad, particularly when he finds that third machine in one of your dorm rooms.”
Abigail scoffs. “Like we'd keep it in a dorm room.”
Logan smiles at the brilliance that is his wife and her mad methods of persuasion.
“Shh.” Leon hushes Abigail.
“If I don't hear that the charges against my client have been dropped by tomorrow noon, I'm taking everything I've got to the finest law-enforcement organization in Balboa County.” She looks at all of the students’ guilty faces. “And try and keep it down in here, okay?” Veronica puts her finger to her lips. “It's the library.”
Logan pulls Veronica’s chair out for her and helps her from her seat. They walk out of the room and Veronica dials Weevil. “Weevil, I need you to get to the engineering lab right away. I think they're hiding a third box there, one that's functioning. I don't want the ski patrol to destroy it.”
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Logan is flipping through the channels, lounging on the sofa with his feet up on the coffee table.
“Dude.” Dick comes in the back door of the house.
Backup is off the floor at Logan’s feet in an instant growling at the intruder, keeping Dick at the threshold.
“Dude, call off Backup, I have to show you this.” Dick says watching Backup.
“Backup. Come here.” Logan commands.
Backup returns to his spot at Logan’s feet.
Dick steps into the room, holding his laptop. “Man, I'm not sure if I should show you this.” He sits next to Logan on the sofa and cues the laptop to play.
“What is it?”
“Well, you have to see it. I can't say the words out loud. Just don’t kill the messenger, Dude.”
Logan hits the space bar and a video starts. It is of him and Veronica on Piz’s bed. On the screen, the video shows Logan sitting on Piz’s bed and a blonde girl walks to him, straddles his legs and he opens her shirt, giving her chest all of his attention.
From the camera angle, Veronica cannot be recognized and her chest is not exposed. Luckily, there is no sound to this video and, as far as, sex videos go, this is extremely mild.
Dick points to the newlyweds on screen. “That's Veronica.”
“Yeah, I'm aware of that. I was there.” Logan snaps, biting his fingernail trying to will his blood pressure to a normal level as he watches himself obviously bringing his wife to a climax.
“Damn...” Dick watches, on the video, to Logan’s reaction to Piz’s interruption. “...Dude, someone walked in on you before you got to cum. That tot-… Oh Fuck!”
Just as Logan and Dick watch the video version of Logan yell at someone off camera, the video cuts to a raunchy sex video of Piz and Parker in Piz’s bed.
This time, Parker can be seen clearly getting fucked from behind by Piz. Parker is on all fours, facing the camera and is wearing a black shelf bra, which accentuates her large, jiggling breasts and black, crotchless lace panties and garters. Piz is naked but Parker is definitely on display in this revealing video.
On the bedside table, lines of cocaine on a mirror and a Ziploc bag of pot, a bowl and a lighter are unmistakably visible.
Logan is furious. Not only was he and his wife taped without their knowledge but their friend, Parker, was spotlighted and exhibited in an extremely embarrassing and humiliating way.
“Where did you get this?” Logan seethes.
“It's going around in an email. You think Parker knew that there's a camera in the room?”
“No.” Logan says through clenched teeth.
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Logan throws open the double doors leading into the Hearst Food Court and stomps across the eating area and into the campus radio station.
Piz is sitting at the console with his earphones on talking into the microphone, unaware of Logan’s presence.
Logan whips off Piz’s earphones, picking him up out of his seat with fury and slams Piz into a large cabinet. Logan punches him in the stomach with a solid shot then hits him in the face.
Piz shoves Logan off of him and Logan lands on the radio console, in the middle of the room, as Piz tries to run away. Logan grabs the back of his shirt and tosses him against the glass between the studio and the producers’ booth. Piz turns and misses landing a hit, on Logan, by a mile. Logan pounds into his stomach, lifting him off the ground slightly with each punch.
Piz pushes his attacker back, off-balance, Logan lands on the console and Piz runs for the door. Logan trudges after him. “Come back here you little shit!”
Piz surprises Logan from around the corner and sucker punches him in the face. Logan throws Piz up against the wall of records and hits him repeatedly across the face.
Piz slumps as Logan beats at his ribs and finishes his assault with a strong cross to the face. Logan releases his grip on Piz’s clothing and lets him fall to the floor, leaving the radio station without looking back.
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Veronica is sleeping in her bed when her cell phone rings on the bedside table, next to her head.
She answers the phone with a groggy, sleepy voice. “Hello.”
“Hi, Honey. Before I left the station, I received word from the campus police that a bunch of kids turned themselves in for those fake IDs.”
“Huh. They must have had a collective crisis of conscience.” She says without opening her eyes.
“Yeah. I bet that was it.” Keith says, knowing his daughter was the reason for the confessions. “You okay, Honey, you sound tired.”
“You woke me up out of a dead sleep, Dad.”
“It’s eight o’clock.”
“And? I’m tired. I’m pregnant. I sleep. End of story.” Veronica snaps.
“Okay, I’ll let you get back to sleep then. Good night, sleep tight.”
“G’Night.” Veronica snaps her phone closed with her eyes still shut and drops her cell phone off the end of her fingertips onto the bedside table just as the phone rings again.
She sits up in bed slightly, searching for her phone and answers with frustration in her voice. “What?”
“Geez, hello to you too, V.” Weevil snaps.
“Good news. You're a free man, Eli Navarro.” She’s awake now. “They confessed. You find anything in the lab?”
“Yeah. I got the machine right here in my hands, but it looks like it’s been fucked with so it probably doesn’t work anymore.” Weevil says as he looks at the striped screws and the marks on the metal casing.
“It was worth a shot. Why don’t you bring it into the office tomorrow and I’ll have someone look at it. See if it really works or not.”
“Alright. Thanks, V.” Weevil says looking at the metal ID making machine. “Hey, I forget. Who owes who now?”
“Uh, you owe me, clearly.”
“You sure about that?” Weevil asks.
“Not really.” Veronica smiles sleepily. “Night, Weevil. Bye.” She throws her phone on the bedside table as Logan appears at the bedroom door.
The knuckles on his right hand are very bloody and marks from Piz’s few landed punches are beginning to show. “Veronica... there's something you should know.”
Veronica slides out of bed quickly and walks toward Logan as he makes his way to the end of their bed.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Veronica asks as she carefully scans his body for damage.
“There’s a video of us going around...” Logan says as Veronica touches his cut lip softly.
“WHAT!” Veronica’s mouth drops open. “What? When?” She sits next to Logan on the edge of the bed.
“It’s very mild and you can’t even see you at all. No nudity or anything.” Logan tries to sugar coat the bad news, turning toward his wife and speaking softly. “It was the day we were waiting for Wallace in his room and we were on Piz’s bed.”
Veronica stares straight-ahead. “Piz walked in on us.” She glances at her husband, remembering the events of that afternoon. “We didn’t even shed our clothes. Piz didn’t see anything.”
“I know. And neither did the camera.” Logan smiles and touches her cheek, reassuringly. “There’s no sound to the video either so it’s really not going to be the talk of the town. It’s practically rated G, but Parker’s...” He looks into Veronica’s eyes before he continues. “…that’s going to get so many hits on YouTube, it’s going to crash their system.”
“So Parker and Piz made a video?” Veronica asks confused.
Logan turns his body toward Veronica and explains. “Right after you cum, the video cuts to Parker and Piz. Parker is in some racy, black number, getting it from behind and she is facing the camera for the whole world to see her in all her glory.”
“Oh God. How awful.” Veronica turns toward Logan. “And how does that explain why you’re all beat up?”
“Um...” He attempts to bite his swollen lip and stops. “...I kind of blew a gasket when I saw that we were taped without our knowledge and then I saw Parker on screen and I knew she didn’t know about the camera either...” Logan lowers his voice, looks at the floor and clears his throat, guiltily. “...I kind of… maybe… hit Piz once or twice.”
“Just once or twice?” Veronica asks skeptically, raising his chin with her finger to look her husband in the eye.
He glances at his wife quickly and looks away again. “Maybe more.”
“Are we going to be paying for Piz’s hospital bills?”
Logan speaks, barely audible. “Maybe.”
Veronica sighs with frustration and touches a cut above his eye cautiously.
He winces and darts away from her hand. “Ow.”
Veronica touches his cut lip.
He moves from her fingertips. “Ow.”
She picks up his hand and kisses one bloody knuckle.
He flinches. “Ow.”
She kisses another knuckle.
“Ow.”
Another one.
“Ow.”
A fourth knuckle.
“Ow.”
She smiles and kisses Logan’s lip at the location of the cut.
“Ow.”
Veronica stretches and kisses the cut above his eye.
“Ow.”
She kisses the end of his nose.
“Ow.”
She kisses his lips, right in the center of his mouth, far away from his cut.
“Ow.”
She giggles. “Is there anywhere I can kiss you that won’t hurt?”
“The end of my dick.”
She laughs and pushes him down on the bed to test his pain threshold.
Part 42
Here are photos of Parker's lingerie. (Only the bra from the second photo.)
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