(VMFiclet) The Sounds of the void (PG)
Title: the Sounds of the Void
Author: Amalia Kensington amaliak
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters: Veronica. Logan.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. Rob Thomas does. Lucky bastard.
Summary: "And she ran. As fast as her legs could carry her out of the house." written for 15minuteficlets, word #129: silence.
There was a rushing sound.
Not like a roar, but more like a vaccum.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Veronica was aware that her father was speaking to her and that Celeste was sobbing uncontrollably. But in her ears there was just this silence, and complete void of sound as she found that she could not tear her eyes away from her best friend's dead face. Blood on concrete and the smell of chlorine.
Lilly. Beautiful, forever young, high on life Lilly. Through the silence, Veronica thought that she heard Lilly's giggle, but then it was gone as every other sound broke through whatever barrier they were stuck behind and attacked her ears.
And she ran. As fast as her legs could carry her out of the house. She was grateful that she still practiced soccer from time to time, making it easier to swerve around a catatonic Duncan and around all the patrol cruisers outside.
She ran and ran, until she realized she had no where to go. Veronica's world had turned inside out. Lilly, whose sole mission in life was to live was dead. Duncan, her rock, steady, dependable Duncan didn't even seem to recognize her, looking at her with eyes that were unseeing. She didn't know who he was.
Suddenly, her body seemed to know what to do, where to go. Which is how she found herself ten blocks from the Kane estate, pushing through the gates of another mansion. She rushed past them before they had even opened all the way (she knew the security code) and was pounding on the front door, her tiny fists trying to catch the attention of the only person she had left.
Lynn Echolls was surprised to find a very distraught Veronica Mars standing on her (tastefully elegant) front stoop.
"Darling, Logan hasn't gotten back from Mexico yet," Lynn explained.
Veronica seemed to freeze in place, her mouth hanging open in a silent "o". Of course. Mexico. She'd forgotten. Logan wasn't there.
"Veronica? Honey, what's wrong?" Lynn voice sounded further and further away, the Santa Ana winds whipping around her, hot and dry, threatening to blow her away like ash from a fire that's been extinguished.
"Ronnie? Ronnie, what the hell are you doing here?"
Suddenly, Logan is there, picking her up off the concrete where she apparently crumpled.
She manages to stand, but Logan doesn't let go of her, holding both her arms and peering into her face, noticing the tracks of tears that she's arleady shed. She can't seem to stop crying. "Veronica?"
"Bring her inside," Lynn is saying, and Logan complies.
"She's dead," Veronica says, but Logan apparently hasn't heard her. She says it again, and again and again until she realizes that she's just mouthing the phrase, the words stuck behind her throat even as Mrs. Echolls runs off to "get something to help."
"If Lilly's put you up to this to get me to forgive you, I'll tell you right now, all you had to say was 'I'm sorry'," Logan is saying. He was trying to joke, but Veronica just continued to stare up at him, her face controting every so often as she tried to form the words. And Veronica was never one to be at a loss for words. She was still in her pep squad uniform and her car wasn't in his driveway when he'd pulled in after dropping off Dick and Beaver five minutes ago.
"Common, Ronnie, snap out of it, you're scaring me." He swallowed visibly as his stomach bottomed out. Something had happened. Something bad.
She swallowed then, taking shallow breaths. "She's dead."
His mouth went dry. "Who?"
Veronica began to sob. "Lilly. Lilly's dead. She's dead, Logan." Now the tears were coming faster and the sobs were wracking her tiny body.
Logan didn't understand. It was impossible. Lilly couldn't be dead. It had to be joke. Lilly was twisted enough to try something like that. But as he looked down at Veronica, who had thrown herself into his arms, her tears seeping through his shirt and her sob rebererating in his chest, he realized it couldn't possibly be a joke. Veronica, Lilly or no, would never so something like this to him. She'd never lie.
He held onto the girl in his arms, holding on to her even as he felt...something...begin to slip away from him. Maybe, if he'd just held on tighter, it would stay.
But he'd never been very good at holding on.
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Finis
A/N: I don't know what the hell that was.
Review?
Please?
cheers.
--Lex
Author: Amalia Kensington amaliak
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Characters: Veronica. Logan.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: none
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. Rob Thomas does. Lucky bastard.
Summary: "And she ran. As fast as her legs could carry her out of the house." written for 15minuteficlets, word #129: silence.
There was a rushing sound.
Not like a roar, but more like a vaccum.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Veronica was aware that her father was speaking to her and that Celeste was sobbing uncontrollably. But in her ears there was just this silence, and complete void of sound as she found that she could not tear her eyes away from her best friend's dead face. Blood on concrete and the smell of chlorine.
Lilly. Beautiful, forever young, high on life Lilly. Through the silence, Veronica thought that she heard Lilly's giggle, but then it was gone as every other sound broke through whatever barrier they were stuck behind and attacked her ears.
And she ran. As fast as her legs could carry her out of the house. She was grateful that she still practiced soccer from time to time, making it easier to swerve around a catatonic Duncan and around all the patrol cruisers outside.
She ran and ran, until she realized she had no where to go. Veronica's world had turned inside out. Lilly, whose sole mission in life was to live was dead. Duncan, her rock, steady, dependable Duncan didn't even seem to recognize her, looking at her with eyes that were unseeing. She didn't know who he was.
Suddenly, her body seemed to know what to do, where to go. Which is how she found herself ten blocks from the Kane estate, pushing through the gates of another mansion. She rushed past them before they had even opened all the way (she knew the security code) and was pounding on the front door, her tiny fists trying to catch the attention of the only person she had left.
Lynn Echolls was surprised to find a very distraught Veronica Mars standing on her (tastefully elegant) front stoop.
"Darling, Logan hasn't gotten back from Mexico yet," Lynn explained.
Veronica seemed to freeze in place, her mouth hanging open in a silent "o". Of course. Mexico. She'd forgotten. Logan wasn't there.
"Veronica? Honey, what's wrong?" Lynn voice sounded further and further away, the Santa Ana winds whipping around her, hot and dry, threatening to blow her away like ash from a fire that's been extinguished.
"Ronnie? Ronnie, what the hell are you doing here?"
Suddenly, Logan is there, picking her up off the concrete where she apparently crumpled.
She manages to stand, but Logan doesn't let go of her, holding both her arms and peering into her face, noticing the tracks of tears that she's arleady shed. She can't seem to stop crying. "Veronica?"
"Bring her inside," Lynn is saying, and Logan complies.
"She's dead," Veronica says, but Logan apparently hasn't heard her. She says it again, and again and again until she realizes that she's just mouthing the phrase, the words stuck behind her throat even as Mrs. Echolls runs off to "get something to help."
"If Lilly's put you up to this to get me to forgive you, I'll tell you right now, all you had to say was 'I'm sorry'," Logan is saying. He was trying to joke, but Veronica just continued to stare up at him, her face controting every so often as she tried to form the words. And Veronica was never one to be at a loss for words. She was still in her pep squad uniform and her car wasn't in his driveway when he'd pulled in after dropping off Dick and Beaver five minutes ago.
"Common, Ronnie, snap out of it, you're scaring me." He swallowed visibly as his stomach bottomed out. Something had happened. Something bad.
She swallowed then, taking shallow breaths. "She's dead."
His mouth went dry. "Who?"
Veronica began to sob. "Lilly. Lilly's dead. She's dead, Logan." Now the tears were coming faster and the sobs were wracking her tiny body.
Logan didn't understand. It was impossible. Lilly couldn't be dead. It had to be joke. Lilly was twisted enough to try something like that. But as he looked down at Veronica, who had thrown herself into his arms, her tears seeping through his shirt and her sob rebererating in his chest, he realized it couldn't possibly be a joke. Veronica, Lilly or no, would never so something like this to him. She'd never lie.
He held onto the girl in his arms, holding on to her even as he felt...something...begin to slip away from him. Maybe, if he'd just held on tighter, it would stay.
But he'd never been very good at holding on.
>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<
Finis
A/N: I don't know what the hell that was.
Review?
Please?
cheers.
--Lex