Not Waving But Drowning - Logan/Weevil Ficlet
While I work on my official writercon write-up, here's a ficlet I hammered out in the Badfic panel. The idea was to take the original badfic (intentionally badly written by Minim_Calibre) and make something useful out of it. I'll type up the original first, so you can see what I had to work with!
"Ronnie," Logan wepped bitterly. How dare she run back to Dunncan, after all theyd been thru? He didn't understand it. All he had to comfort him was alcohol.
He drank and drank, until he was very drunk. A fight would be good. A fight would take his mind off Ronnie leaving him for Duncan Kane, his former best friend, Lilly's brother, handsome heir to the Kane millions.
Logan cried bitter tears again.
"Hey chica, what's the matter? You get a run in your pantyhose?" It was Weevil. Logan swung and missed. He was very drunk and fell down, holding on to Weevil's leg.
"Shh ... shhh..." Weevil stroked his hair. "Man, lo siento, I didn't know it was that bad. Shh ..." Logan blubbered and Weevil kissed him. "Shh. Come to papa. Weevil'll make it all better."
::shudders:: That hurt just to type out. Okay. Here's mine (which happens to be my first in VM fandom, so be kind):
Title: Not Waving But Drowning
Author: nikitangel
Pairing: Logan/Weevil
Spoilers: Through 2x01
Word Count: 363
Rating: PG
"Veronica Mars," muttered Logan bitterly. Not just 'Veronica' - no, in this town, her full name was a sentence in itself. Come to think of it, 'Veronica & Duncan' had a familiar ring to it, too. The whiskey burned down his throat as he stared across the empty school parking lot.
"Sittin' here with all your friends?"
Logan wheeled around and forced his eyes to focus. Weevil. Fantastic. "Just me and my pal Jim," he replied, lifting the whiskey in salute.
"You gonna be pretty lonely in a minute then," commented Weevil, nodding toward the near-empty bottle.
Logan tilted his head back and downed the last of the alcohol. "Goody. Something new and different for me."
"Am I supposed to cry for you now?"
"You can be the first," announced Logan, grandly throwing his arms wide and nearly sliding off of the car's hood. He caught his balance at the last second and paused as the world spun crazily.
Weevil raised an eyebrow. "Heard you got dumped, bro."
"And thank you for putting it so delicately, Eli." Logan spoke with the exaggerated solemnity of the truly drunk.
"No more Veronica, huh?"
"'Mars.' Don't forget the 'Mars.'"
"So, what, she dumps you and you run off to cry like a girl into your beer?"
Logan narrowed his eyes and launched himself off of the car, swinging wildly. Weevil sidestepped the attack easily and grinned as Logan hit the ground beside him. "Close, man. Very close."
Reaching out blindly to pull himself to his knees, Logan found himself with a handful of worn leather pants. He stared at his hand stupidly.
Weevil smirked. "Hey, man, while you're down there ..."
"Yeah, but will you still respect me in the morning?" Logan managed to release his grip and lean back on his knees, swaying slightly.
"'Still?'"
Logan snorted softly. "'S'okay. Long term relationships don't appear to be my thing."
"Maybe they're the wrong kind of relationships."
"Am I supposed to interpret some deep meaning in that sage piece of wisdom?"
Weevil offered his hand and helped haul Logan to unsteady feet. "I'm saying, forget her." His eyes glinted. "Come to papa. Weevil'll make it all better."
"Ronnie," Logan wepped bitterly. How dare she run back to Dunncan, after all theyd been thru? He didn't understand it. All he had to comfort him was alcohol.
He drank and drank, until he was very drunk. A fight would be good. A fight would take his mind off Ronnie leaving him for Duncan Kane, his former best friend, Lilly's brother, handsome heir to the Kane millions.
Logan cried bitter tears again.
"Hey chica, what's the matter? You get a run in your pantyhose?" It was Weevil. Logan swung and missed. He was very drunk and fell down, holding on to Weevil's leg.
"Shh ... shhh..." Weevil stroked his hair. "Man, lo siento, I didn't know it was that bad. Shh ..." Logan blubbered and Weevil kissed him. "Shh. Come to papa. Weevil'll make it all better."
::shudders:: That hurt just to type out. Okay. Here's mine (which happens to be my first in VM fandom, so be kind):
Title: Not Waving But Drowning
Author: nikitangel
Pairing: Logan/Weevil
Spoilers: Through 2x01
Word Count: 363
Rating: PG
"Veronica Mars," muttered Logan bitterly. Not just 'Veronica' - no, in this town, her full name was a sentence in itself. Come to think of it, 'Veronica & Duncan' had a familiar ring to it, too. The whiskey burned down his throat as he stared across the empty school parking lot.
"Sittin' here with all your friends?"
Logan wheeled around and forced his eyes to focus. Weevil. Fantastic. "Just me and my pal Jim," he replied, lifting the whiskey in salute.
"You gonna be pretty lonely in a minute then," commented Weevil, nodding toward the near-empty bottle.
Logan tilted his head back and downed the last of the alcohol. "Goody. Something new and different for me."
"Am I supposed to cry for you now?"
"You can be the first," announced Logan, grandly throwing his arms wide and nearly sliding off of the car's hood. He caught his balance at the last second and paused as the world spun crazily.
Weevil raised an eyebrow. "Heard you got dumped, bro."
"And thank you for putting it so delicately, Eli." Logan spoke with the exaggerated solemnity of the truly drunk.
"No more Veronica, huh?"
"'Mars.' Don't forget the 'Mars.'"
"So, what, she dumps you and you run off to cry like a girl into your beer?"
Logan narrowed his eyes and launched himself off of the car, swinging wildly. Weevil sidestepped the attack easily and grinned as Logan hit the ground beside him. "Close, man. Very close."
Reaching out blindly to pull himself to his knees, Logan found himself with a handful of worn leather pants. He stared at his hand stupidly.
Weevil smirked. "Hey, man, while you're down there ..."
"Yeah, but will you still respect me in the morning?" Logan managed to release his grip and lean back on his knees, swaying slightly.
"'Still?'"
Logan snorted softly. "'S'okay. Long term relationships don't appear to be my thing."
"Maybe they're the wrong kind of relationships."
"Am I supposed to interpret some deep meaning in that sage piece of wisdom?"
Weevil offered his hand and helped haul Logan to unsteady feet. "I'm saying, forget her." His eyes glinted. "Come to papa. Weevil'll make it all better."