Come Around (1/?)
Author: shangri__la
Rating: NC-17 for language, sex, and some very mild violence
Word Count: 8962 in this chapter
Category: AU, after “The Bitch is Back”
Characters/Pairings: Veronica, Logan, Keith, Parker, Dick, Logan/Veronica, slight Veronica/Piz, Logan/OFC, slight Veronica/OMC, some merry Neptune residents
Spoilers: Up to 3.20 “The Bitch is Back.”
Disclaimer: The characters were created by Rob Thomas and remain the property of Thomas, the CW, and Warner Bros. Television. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Special Thanks: To the betas of this fic, afrocurl and solflower22, who are so very patient with me while I struggle with this monster (currently 100 pages and counting!). Any and all mistakes after their betas are my own.
Dedication: Once again, the main reason this is being posted now is all because of smiles1_9's charity. THANK HER.
Summary: “Left Neptune, did the internship, transferred to another college, graduated, worked for the FBI. Clearly, not as fascinating as your tale.”
If there was one thing Veronica could take solace in, it was the fact that after seven years, her father still hadn't changed the locks to their apartment.
The place still looked the same as she remembered. That baby picture of her was still framed on the shelf, and her graduation picture was still on the refrigerator. The same couches, the same paintings on the walls, the same knick-knacks on the shelves. The only differences were the white cashmere shawl on the couch, and the pictures of Harmony (with and without Keith) now adorning the walls along with the Mars family.
There was the distinct smell of jasmine in their air, a sweetly feminine touch. The air conditioning was on full blast, the sudden breeze sending goose bumps down her arms, even though she wore a jacket. Ace fidgeted in her arms, so she released him, watching for a moment as he sniffed the carpet, then began walking around the living room.
Veronica walked down the hallway, passing the shelf that led to her bedroom, her eyes falling on a photo right between the one of her and her father in New York, and a picture of her and her father, when she was four. Herself, Logan, and her father, when Logan had taken them both out to dinner, about a week before their final break-up.
She leaned comfortably against Logan, and her father was across from them, his hand reaching across the table and resting on her wrist. Logan had thought it would be fun to go to a place that served food, drinks, and featured cabaret singing. Her dad had more fun than they did, surprisingly. She remembered thanking Logan properly for the good time later that night, then deciding to find some lingerie for him.
Then, of course, the whole Madison thing happened.
Veronica rolled her eyes, deciding not to dwell as she entered her bedroom, inhaling the vanilla scent that was now getting a bit nauseating. Clearly, someone had been having a field day with Glade Plug-ins.
She threw her suitcase on her bed, still in the same condition as she had left it. Her eyes searched the room as she realized nothing had been touched. Absolutely nothing. It was like she had never left, like she never stopped being nineteen.
She glanced at her partially open closet, noting that even that hadn’t been touched. Her shoes clacked on the floor as she moved to the closet, her fingertips trailing over the clothes hanging neatly. Denim miniskirts, cutesy hoodies, and stylish t-shirts. She pushed aside the clothes, pushing away the old Veronica as she searched past the jackets and tight size 2 jeans.
There was her red homecoming dress, her prom dress, and her graduation dress. Then, in the back, hidden from view, were two items that she had long forgotten. The first brought on an influx of emotions- her pink homecoming dress, covered with a clear, thin plastic. For a moment, she thought of Lilly, of how grateful she was that Lilly didn’t end up like that girl in Michigan, wrapped in plastic on her prom night and dumped in a ravine by a jilted ex, her eyes still open in terror. Lilly’s demise had come quickly; this girl had suffered for hours.
Veronica’s eyes closed shortly, not wanting to think of it. The parallels were too great, it had nearly ripped her in two. It was a bad case to have had as one of her first- she was surprised her superior didn’t demote her then, instead of waiting years.
Before she could fold under the memory, her eyes locked on the item of clothing behind her dress, a dark green, long sleeved shirt. Logan’s shirt. She frowned, trying to recall why the hell she had Logan’s shirt before remembering exactly why. He had ripped her own shirt during one of their many private sessions, and she snuck back home wearing his shirt. She wondered why she never gave it back to him.
Veronica pushed several hangers of clothes in front of the shirt and dress with a satisfyingly hard swipe, her eyes settling on a red shirt with nonsensical designs on it. She hadn’t worn a shirt like that in years.
Her eyes drifted down to her jeans and black business shirt, and she wondered for a moment when exactly she had become so bland. Even her makeup was ordinary- black mascara, pale lips, pale pink eyeshadow. She looked like her mother, before the alcohol took over.
It made her sick.
She cursed silently, trying to remember the last time she wore red lipstick or anything tight without being on a case. Or even nice heels. Or even had nice hair. She hadn’t even worn black nail polish in ages. No identity, none at all. She had become the FBI.
Was Piz right, after all?
There would be no more of that. Veronica had left everything in the apartment that she couldn’t fit into her car. She had left a note, along with her final payment and five hundred dollars extra, for Amar, her landlord, to take everything and sell it. She was sure he would be able to afford that car for his daughter Parvati, now.
The drive to California had been hell. Four days with nothing but the radio, Ace, and her thoughts. She was sick with worry over how her father would react. She had been too scared to even call him, she figured if she just showed up, he couldn’t throw her out.
At least, she hoped he wouldn’t.
The door creaked behind Veronica, and she stiffened, all those years of FBI training quickly filling her blood. She wasn’t in the mood to be attacked, but she was definitely in a bad enough mood to be itching for a fight. She inhaled sharply before swinging around, already in a defensive position.
Harmony Chase jumped, and she nearly lost the towel wrapped around her body, pressing herself against the door. “Veronica!” she exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest. “I almost called the police!”
Veronica slowly relaxed, lowering her arms. Of course. She had almost forgotten in the mess of her colliding thoughts that Harmony lived with her father, now. A quick divorce six and a half years ago had all but guaranteed it. They were more into each other than Veronica had ever thought.
“Harmony. Hey,” she said flatly. “You guys never changed the locks. Good morning.”
“You know your father- good morning!” Harmony shook her damp hair out of her eyes, giving Veronica a smile. It was a kind smile, but the faint panic in her eyes wasn’t lost on Veronica. “It’s been too long! Come here!” she walked over to Veronica, one hand holding on to her towel as the other wrapped around Veronica's back, pulling her into a tight hug.
Veronica returned the hug awkwardly, her mouth twitching into a frown as she realized that it was Harmony who had gone nuts with the scents lingering in the house. Harmony was also uncomfortable, stiffly rubbing Veronica’s back like they were old friends. A slow feeling of dread began to fill Veronica as she realized that just dropping in probably wasn’t the best idea ever. “You look...good,” she said weakly.
“So do you,” Harmony pulled back, her grin growing a bit too wide. “You should’ve called- I would've made a big dinner.” she laughed, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “What am I talking about- you don’t need to call! What are you doing here?”
“I...I left the FBI,” Veronica said, her voice hesitant and almost ashamed, and she wanted to smack some sense into herself, then.
Harmony nodded, biting on her lower lip. “Got sick of the hum-drum repetitious routine, huh? I would’ve.”
Veronica smiled brightly, realizing that Harmony hadn't heard the real story yet. “Yes. I got sick of the routine. It was awful-”
“Are you staying here for a while?”
Veronica’s grin faded briefly. “Well, I was kind of hoping I could stay here until I got on my feet-”
“Oh, honey, yes!” Harmony exclaimed, laughing a bit too loud as Veronica grinned. “Don’t worry about it!”
“T-Thank you,” Veronica stammered, a bit surprised at Harmony’s open hospitality. She hadn’t expected it, especially considering the way she had treated Harmony all those years ago. Her father clearly had better taste than she thought. Her smile grew wider, more nervous now. “Do you like dogs? I have a new one. A small one!”
Harmony’s eyes widened in delight, and she looked almost grateful for the change of subject. “I love dogs! And your dog is our dog, you know that.”
“His name is Ace. He’s really good, very obedient...” she trailed off, glancing over Harmony's shoulder. She wanted to ask the question, but she was so very scared of the answer. It was embarrassing, really. “My dad wasn't in there with you, right?”
Harmony's laugh was loud and crass, and she quickly covered her mouth. “Oh, how embarrassing. No, honey, no! He’s working!” she waved absently down the hall. “He’s been so busy- it’s really a blessing. We’re getting new plumbing put in, thanks to a big case. And we’re getting a widescreen next week! It’s a gift from-”
“That’s really nice,” Veronica replied in a small voice, wanting desperately to get to the point. “But my dad-”
“Oh! Do you want to see him? Of course you do,” Harmony said, taking Veronica’s hand and leading her down the hallway before Veronica could protest properly. She gasped at the sight of Ace, looking up at them both quizzically. “Is this your dog?” she exclaimed.
“Y-Yeah.” Veronica shook her head before she could stop herself, realizing then that Harmony just wanted her the hell out of there. She was already an intrusion. “Ace-”
“He’s adorable! I’ll look after your sweet little dog, and you go see your father. Same building, same office,” she gave Veronica a pleasant grin. “Go drop by, it’ll be such a great surprise for him.”
What was left of Veronica’s stunned smile faded. After this, she somehow doubted that.
* * * * *
Maybe it was the soft smell of wood that she missed the most.
Veronica ran her hand over the Mars Investigations label on the closed door, the metal cooling her fingertips. She remembered the first time she walked through those doors, when she was sixteen. Newly shorn hair, with her newly single father, ready to start their newly turned upside-down lives. She had immediately claimed the receptionist desk, and neither had looked back.
It took seeing the door for her to realize that she had missed the office terribly. She had gotten nothing but plain, cold offices, everyday desks and regular phones at FBI Headquarters. She missed the simplicity of Mars Investigations with its kitchen that was falling apart, the walls that always needed re-painting, the coffee table that was about to fall over.
She missed all of it.
With a deep breath, she slipped inside, smiling faintly at the stained glass that shadowed the office. Just like old times. She could already see her and her father eating macaroni and cheese on the couch after closing.
The smile faded at the sight of the young teenager sitting at the receptionist desk and typing away rapidly, her light pink sweater clashing with the red and green hues staining the office. A bright pink iPod sat next to the new computer, plugged into the black tower and quietly playing some pop song. Next to the iPod was a silver picture frame, adorned with pink and purple ribbons that cascaded down to the desk.
Her desk.
The brunette straightened up as Veronica approached, her long ponytail swaying under the large pink fuzzy band holding it together. “Hi!” she chirped with a wide smile on her shiny pink lips and exposing very white, perfect teeth. “Hello, there!” Her high-pitched voice was sugary sweet, a startlingly cheerful tone. “Can I help you?”
Veronica stared at the girl for a long moment, too stunned to speak. This girl was a very pink distraction in the musky, dim safety of the office. She swallowed hard, getting herself together. “Keith,” she said stiffly. “I’m here to see Keith Mars.”
The girl nodded, primly opening up a crimson notebook and quickly turning pages. “Do you have an appointment?” she asked, her french manicured finger running down the page. “We don't accept walk-ins on Tuesdays, ma’am.”
“I’m his daughter,” Veronica nearly whispered.
The girl lifted her head, her brown eyes flickering with recognition. “Oh! You’re Veronica!” she jumped to her feet abruptly, running rather daintily to Keith's closed door, flailing hands and all. Her pink and white Skechers squeaked on the hardwood floors as she went. “Hold on!”
Veronica watched the girl knock, then disappear into Keith's office. She couldn’t have been any more than sixteen years old. A child. And she was cheerful. And perky. And young. This little girl was nothing like her, nothing at all.
For some reason, this annoyed her more than anything.
Veronica scowled down at the receptionist desk, littered with pink post-its and bubbly scribbles in red and blue pen on stationary with the Mars Investigations logo on it. At least the girl was neat- all her post-its and files were arranged just so, and she had even made sure her pens faced down in the purple cup with a cat on it.
She tilted her head at the sight of a newly made identification card. Neptune High. This girl was indeed as young as she looked. She frowned, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl’s name without moving the book resting over it, and only managing to come up with her last name. Marcos.
Ultimately, she hoped her father was understanding, and at least a bit forgiving. She was already drained, she didn’t think she could take her father’s wrath at the moment. More importantly, she didn’t think she could handle his disappointment. She didn’t know how he was going to react upon seeing her, and the thought frightened her just a bit.
“Veronica?”
Veronica lifted her head, her breath catching at the sight of her father there, looking faintly stunned and emotional in his usual business pants and blue button-down. A bit older, more wrinkles near his eyes, but it was still him. She wanted to cry.
Her father had nearly given up his career and reputation to protect her. Hell, he almost lost his freedom. And now, she couldn’t think of anything to say other than-
“Hi, dad.”
He wordlessly walked across the room, embracing her.
Her eyes closed as his strong arms wrapped around her, and she nearly clung to his waist, burying her face against his shoulder. He didn’t say a word, rubbing her back tenderly, and she nearly collapsed against him. “I missed you,” she said hoarsely.
“I missed you, too, honey,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head before holding her at arms length. A short laugh escaped him as he shook his head. “You look great, Veronica.”
Veronica grinned weakly, squeezing his wrists tightly, not wanting to let him go. She had expected the worst. For him to have no reaction, to shun her, anything but the hug he had just given. “You look...awesome. I’m sorry I didn’t call-”
“Stop. This is a nice surprise.”
The girl stepped forward, smiling bashfully. “I can take my lunch if you want, Mr. Mars...”
Keith waved her suggestion away, holding his hand out in her direction, which she promptly took. Immediately, his hand dropped from Veronica’s shoulder, and he gestured at the girl. “Veronica, this is Ashley,” he said with a proud smile in Ashley's direction. “She’s been with me for almost two years now. She is a godsend.”
Ashley blushed, her smile growing wider. “Mr. Mars,” she scolded him quietly before facing Veronica. “I’ve heard so much about you, Veronica!”
Veronica smiled uncomfortably, glancing at the ground. Anywhere but at the girl her father was now looking at with admiration. It was a specific adoration he had usually reserved for her, not for some random teenager with a Panic! At the Disco fetish. “Good or bad?” she jumped at Ashley's high laugh, and cringed inwardly.
“I’ve already told Mr. Mars that I want to do what you guys do, I want to be just like you,” Ashley gushed, a faint flush on her cheeks. “My dad doesn’t approve, but he won’t have to know, right?”
“I still think you should tell him of your decision, Ashley,” Keith said firmly. He glanced briefly at Veronica, nodding at his office. “Come on.”
Veronica glanced at Ashley before following Keith inside. She was strangely elated by the fact that her father didn’t ask Ashley to join them, grateful that some things were still sacred.
She observed the room as Keith shut the door, smiling at the brand new fax machine that rested next to his desk, next to the same old rotary phone beside the laptop. His certification was still on the wall and the same file cabinet still stood next to the door. She loved the familiarity of it all.
Keith walked around Veronica, taking a seat at his desk. “Is Piz with you?” A frown played on his lips. “I haven’t really had a conversation with you that lasted more than five minutes since...” he trailed off, glancing at her.
Veronica laughed, shaking her head. “No. Ancient history.”
“What? I thought you guys would’ve- what happened?”
Her smile faded abruptly. “He cheated on me and is now with the mother of his unborn child,” her smile reappeared weakly. “That was a fun year.”
“Oh?” Concern was in Keith’s eyes then, a frown on his lips. “I thought he was a good guy...”
“So did I. I guess I was too much man for him.”
He shook his head. “That’s a shame. I’m sorry, Veronica.”
Veronica shrugged, a sigh escaping her. “Bygones. It was five years ago. He’s happy, I’m happier than I was then, so it all worked out.”
Keith nodded slowly, eyeing her for a moment. “How’s the job?”
“History,” she said with a light, high laugh. “It’s done. I’m over it and back home.” There was something in Keith’s eyes she couldn’t quite place, so she quickly continued. “Obviously.” Another laugh escaped her, one she hoped was free-and-easy, “It got so mundane...so I decided to come home!”
“I suppose that’s good news,” Keith said with a nod.
Something had definitely changed in his eyes, and Veronica wondered for a moment what exactly she had said wrong, what possibly could’ve brought about that look that just crossed his features. Just moments ago, he had been at least moderately happy to see her, and now, he seemed to be almost cringing at the idea of her presence becoming permanent. “Um-”
“How’s life been treating you?” he asked softly.
“Good. Better now that I’ve seen you,” she stood there, noticing for the first time since she reunited with her father the distinct chill in the room. Her gaze shifted to Keith, and he quickly picked up a file, opening it. Of course he would choose now to become a master avoider. “How are you? Really?”
“I’m excellent, Veronica,” he said shortly. “Harmony is fantastic-”
“I know,” she interrupted with a wry smile as she approached his desk, hoping then that a playful, casual demeanor would make her presence more appealing. She hoped a nice, shiny attitude would loosen him up, just a bit. “I ran into her and her towel.”
His eyebrows rose as he glanced at her. “You’ve already been to the apartment?” he asked, unable to keep the surprised tinge from his voice. “Are you staying?”
Veronica’s smile faded, and she quickly looked at her shoes. “Harmony said I could,” she said quietly.
“Ah,” Keith glanced down at his file, picking up a photograph and examining it. “So, what are you planning to do with yourself?” he mumbled, his brow furrowing. “Career-wise.”
Veronica rested her hip against the edge of Keith's desk, awkwardly walking her fingers along her father's bronze nameplate. “I...I could maybe work at the office again. With you. For you.”
He lowered the photo slowly, and the apprehension on his face was painful. “I don’t think so, honey.”
She blinked, shocked. “What?”
Keith sighed, climbing to his feet. “It’s a hard business,” he said gently, walking around the desk so they were face to face. “And I can only hire people I trust. You know that.”
Veronica was unable to keep the hurt from her voice now, and she could feel her chest tightening, her throat closing up. She could almost see fate laughing at her now, ripping away every bit of stability that she had. “You don’t trust me?”
He didn’t answer her question, simply running his hand over her the top of her head, smoothing down her hair in a weak attempt at comfort. “I have to get back to work, honey. Why don’t you go downtown and walk around? Neptune’s changed over the years...go shopping. Be normal.”
She nodded quickly, lowering her head before he could see the embarrassed tears that had begun to fill her eyes. “What about tonight?” she asked desperately, keeping her eyes on the ground. “Are we having dinner?”
“I have to take a trip to Napa. You can have dinner with Harmony.”
“What about tomorrow night?”
He shrugged briefly, resting his hands on the edge of his desk. “I’m having dinner with Harmony and some other people. It’s a private dinner.”
“It’s not a family dinner, is it?” Veronica laughed bitterly when he didn’t respond, lifting her head and not caring that if he saw the tears or not. “I-I’m not family, anymore?”
Keith avoided her gaze, now, busying himself with his tie. “Honey...it’s a routine. We’ve been doing this for years, now, and I can’t just invite you without everyone’s permission. Some people might not be comfortable.”
“I’m unwelcome company, now?” she asked, and she couldn’t stand the sudden shrillness in her voice.
“Honey, it’s going to take time-”
“Fine,” she said sharply, heading for the door just as he reached for her. She still hated the way he always used “honey” as a crutch, a way to soften the blows. She just needed to get away. “Fine.”
Keith rolled his eyes, sinking to the edge of his desk as she flung the door open. “Veronica.”
“I’m fine!” Veronica said with a harsh laugh, giving him a quick nod. “I’ll see you at home.”
“Veronica.”
She was already out the door, pushing her hair behind her ears. “Have a good day.”
Ashley straightened up at her desk as Veronica stalked past, and she gave the blonde a bright smile. “Bye, Veronica! Nice meeting you!”
“Oh, fuck off,” Veronica snapped, immediately feeling guilty at the brief satisfaction that had filled her at seeing Ashley’s smile fade.
* * * * *
Everything had changed.
That was the first thing Veronica noticed as she walked through downtown Neptune. Gone were the crumbling buildings, and up were the newly painted and flourishing businesses. The old dance studio was gone, replaced by a law office. Her favorite Italian restaurant was now a McDonald’s. There was a discount store where the pawn shop used to be. A sleek jewelry store stood next to a dELiAs clothing store, and next to it was a Starbucks. More boutiques. More cafes. More luxury. Less grime.
If there was anything resembling the poor and the seedy, it was kept nicely hidden.
Everything had changed, possibly for the better, and Veronica knew she should’ve been thrilled. This was the Neptune she wished she had grown up in. There still were cheating spouses and crime, but not as obvious. Everything was cleaner, more attractive. Come to Neptune! Mass murders? Where?!
Veronica kept her eyes on the scene around her, anything to distract herself from her reunion with her father. He had embraced her warmly, said he missed her, but then chilled considerably. She could’ve sworn he was being completely passive-aggressive with whatever feelings he had toward her at the moment. She guessed he didn’t want to give her seven years worth of a talking-to in front of the help.
She was glad she got out of there in time.
She stepped out of the way of a woman with an armful of roses, nearly running into a row of stylish chairs and circular tables. Another café. Its name was Chasm.
Her eyes fell on the small white gates separating the café from the sidewalk. White and stylish. Everything was white and stylish. Even the hostess at the black (oh, how rebellious!) counter was chipper and bright, all chichi earrings and impeccable makeup. Her breasts were perky in the tight black shirt she was wearing, and the apron she was supposed to be wearing lay on the counter.
More importantly, instead of doing her job, this girl was openly flirting with the gentleman across from her, staring at him coyly through her highlighted hair and running her tongue over her bottom lip, and Veronica couldn’t help but smirk. Some girls were just too desperate. At least that hadn’t changed.
There was a woman in a black suit next to the man, and she seemed to also be talking his ear off. She seemed oblivious to the hostess almost licking her crimson lipstick off, focusing her attention on the gentleman next to her, staring at him intently, trying to make that sale. “So, I think the investment would be wise, you could make a lot of money...”
Veronica’s smile faded as the man leaned forward, resting one elbow on the counter as he crossed one leg over the other at the ankle casually. That back, that posture, that lazy ease. Oh, no.
Out of all the restaurants in Neptune...
She blinked rapidly, panic coursing through her then. She told her feet to start moving, to break into a run, to do anything but stay frozen on the sidewalk. Then, she demanded that her mouth stay shut, but even that part of her body appeared to be pissed off at her, and before she could even stop herself- “Logan?”
Always alert, Logan Echolls stiffened, then straightened up instantly, and she wondered for a moment how the hell he had heard her in the busy area. He turned, his eyes falling on her almost immediately, and she felt her breath catch.
Even through all the pain and the fighting and the want and the need and the reality of it all, she still felt the distinct lightheadedness that always came when Logan Echolls gazed upon her. It was something she never could explain, maybe it was the strength of a mere glance, the knowledge that they had a sizable amount of history that no one but them could understand.
Seven years later, she still felt the pull, as much as she hated to admit it. Electricity that had been void for so many years.
His hair was a bit shorter, and there was a hint of stubble on his face, but he was still fit and lean. His white dress shirt was tailored to fit, the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and his khaki pants were flattering to his frame. He still looked boyish, and his gaze still intense.
And she might have still been attracted.
Logan’s smile faded at the sight of her, a mix of alarm and confusion passing in his eyes for only a moment. Veronica felt her heart stop, and she was debating which would be worse from Logan- a verbal lashing or the ice cold shoulder.
Then, suddenly, surprisingly, he grinned, and he was still Logan Echolls, in the flesh. “Veronica?”
Veronica exhaled, weakly returning the smile. Her eyes widened in surprise as he left the woman, mid-sentence, and dashed past the crowded tables towards the gates. He was still graceful, hopping over the gates, and she had to laugh as the woman rolled her eyes.
“Mr. Echolls, that is not acceptable!” The woman called loudly.
Logan ignored her, stopping in front of Veronica. “Hey,” he said quietly.
Veronica swallowed hard, staring into Logan’s dark eyes. They were unreadable, even as the smile remained on his face. She suddenly felt remarkably unattractive, wondering if her jeans and shirt were too bland, too frumpy. She wondered if he even noticed how badly she was dressed, if he even cared after seven years apart. “Hi,” she said breathlessly.
She could’ve died from the shock when Logan leaned down, scooping her up into a tight hug.
An anxious, quick laugh escaped her as she awkwardly patted his back, trying to ignore her heart, which decided to wait until that specific time to start racing. “Uh...”
He pulled back, a grin on his face as he looked her up and down. “You look good.”
“So do you,” she replied, unable to keep the smile from her face now. She meant it. He looked great. He looked healthy and happy and not bitter and angry and depressed and everything else she had remembered about him. “What are you doing here? In Neptune?”
“I kind of still live here,” he said with a chuckle. “And I’m about to have lunch,” he paused, glancing at the restaurant. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
A short while later, Veronica and Logan sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant, plates of food in front of them. Logan had a glass of beer and a smaller one of water along with his grilled chicken and Spanish rice; while Veronica settled on spinach-stuffed chicken and pasta, along with several glasses of wine.
Veronica was stunned by Logan’s hospitality and his general air of cheerfulness. She hadn’t expected this, not from him. She was ready to see him miserable and bitterly angry, but this was a complete surprise. He was chatty, smiling happily, and just generally full of life. After what they had been through, she was kind of glad that he turned out okay, at least on the outside.
“You know, you might not believe me, but I’ve actually missed you, Mars,” Logan said with a grin. “Bad blood and all. I missed someone calling me on my crap.”
She lowered her wineglass, giving him a skeptical rise of her eyebrows. “No one does? Ever?”
“I just liked when you did. It was a big turn on,” he said with a wink. “I almost tried to contact you, but then I remembered...” he trailed off, his smile fading. “I remembered.”
Veronica smiled sadly. “I had a lot on my mind, remember?” she shrugged briefly. “It wouldn’t have been appropriate, anyway. You know.” A silent, breathless laugh escaped him, one she had always associated with him being uncomfortable, and she quickly glanced down at her plate. “Since I left. With Piz. And didn’t leave a forwarding address. Or a Dear John letter.”
“I know,” he said softly. “Took me a long time to get over that piece of reality.”
An awkward silence fell over them, and the look in Logan’s eyes darkened. Veronica stared at him, wondering if she should explain herself, or demand another apology, or say anything, but before she could open her mouth, Logan continued.
“After that day in the cafeteria, reality hit hard,” he said with a wry grin. “And I went into this slightly ridiculous depression for a day. Only a day. Didn’t get out of bed, just stared at the ceiling and wondered what the hell I was planning on doing with myself. Then...I went nuts. Total breakdown. After I beat the shit out of that guy, and moped around for a day, thinking about what that asshole said to me and you and about what a mess I’ve made of my life, I took off in my truck. Left Neptune, left everything. So, naturally, I went-”
“To TJ,” Veronica finished with a smirk.
The grin on Logan’s face was amused and sardonic all the same. “Naturally. I was messed up and relapsed. I didn’t know what to do with myself and I just went completely insane...booze, drugs, women- the whole nine. For about two long months. I was such a fucking wasteland, I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me. Typical me, I guess,” Logan laughed at the memory, setting down his napkin. “So, your dad randomly calls me, like, a month before school starts up, asking if I’m planning on returning for the semester. Shock and drunken awe aside, I call you a few choice names, curse him out, curse the family name, both yours and mine, and he yells. He actually yells, and I swear to God, Veronica, that sobered me up good.”
“My dad.” Veronica frowned slightly, unable to remove the cynicism from her tone. She knew she had told her father to look out for Logan, but she hadn’t expected him to actually take Logan under his wing. “Dad called you. To come back to Neptune.”
“Yeah. He gave me twenty-four hours to get my ass back home. He even threatened to come after me himself.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded quickly. “I guess he was lonely. Or bored and wanted a project, I don’t know. Anyway,” he chuckled, glancing up at Veronica. “I was in my car and back to Neptune in three hours.” He paused, taking a quick drink of his beer. “I get home, and your dad puts me through total detox. No drinking, smoking, drugs, not even women. He calls me pathetic and just goes all Sheriff Mars on me.”
She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re not screwing around with me?”
“Baby, this isn't something I can make up. In a nutshell, your dad is all,” Logan paused, mimicking a very angry Keith. “You think I’m going to let you ruin your life? No! No, I will not! Get over it, get over HER, and get yourself together before I do it for you!” he straightened up, his face relaxing. “Your dad should’ve hosted that Scared Straight show. He, like, lived at the Grand with me for a month. He escorted me to class. He-”
“Was distracting himself,” Veronica said quietly, picking up her wineglass and downing the rest of it.
Logan shrugged, a sigh escaping him. “Maybe.” He smiled slowly. “You know, in seven years, I’ve never really asked him why.”
“He wouldn’t have told you anyways.”
He chuckled. “That’s true. But there's a happy ending, though. Look at me,” he opened his arms, glancing down at himself, then back at Veronica. “Graduated from Hearst, got a job, became a man. Bask in my glory.”
She didn't bite, giving Logan a faint smile. She knew, just as he did, that they were all lucky he had made it this far. All with her father’s help. He had given up on her, and transferred all of his fatherly effort onto Logan. Obviously, it was just what Logan needed. “What did you major in?”
He grinned. “Journalism, of course.”
She mimicked his smile. “Of course! Is that what you’re doing now? Freelance?”
“Kind of. I have a syndicated column- it’s pretty popular in these parts, kind of autobiographical. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it.”
Veronica gave a prompt shrug, glancing down at her food. “I was...busy. And working. A lot. Didn’t have time to read much.”
“Ah.” Logan cleared his throat, pouring Veronica another glass of wine. “Enough about my life. What about you? What’s your tale?”
She smiled. “Left Neptune, did the internship, transferred to another college, graduated, worked for the FBI. Clearly, not as fascinating as your tale.”
He returned her smile. “Every story is fascinating in the end.”
“How poignant.”
“Yeah, I stole that from your dad,” Logan’s smile faded slightly, and he looked almost lost in thought. “I owe him everything, Veronica,” he said quietly. “The last five years have been all kinds of tough, and for some reason, he’s been there.”
Veronica nodded quickly, picking up her fork and continuing to eat. “I’m sure he’s just happy that you did well, Logan,” she paused, unnerved by the slight turning of her stomach. “It sound like you two are close.”
“You have no idea,” he said with a laugh. “I have dinner with him every Wednesday, now. It’s really nice.”
Veronica frowned slightly as she remembered what her father had told her earlier. That family dinner. Oh, God, he was talking about Logan not being comfortable.
She suddenly felt anxious, and she quickly glanced at Logan, realizing with dread that he felt the same way. She saw it in his eyes then, a distinct awkwardness that she recalled seeing when he asked her if he could date Parker. He was uncomfortable.
Then, as if to confirm her thoughts, he laughed, shaking his head. “I have to admit, this is kind of shocking. I never expected you to come back.”
“Do you want me to go?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light and humorous but cringing at the hesitation in her voice.
“No! No...” his smile wavered. “It’s just been a while. That’s all.”
“If it makes you feel any better, you’re not the first person I’ve run into.”
“Who were the other victims?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly at his choice of words, wondering for a moment if he was being passive-aggressive or if it was just her imagination. “Dad. And Harmony.”
He nodded. “They must’ve been thrilled.”
“Sure,” A sigh fell from her lips as she remembered her conversation with Keith, earlier that day. “Dad said I couldn’t work for him anymore, you know,” she said with a bitter smile. “He said he didn’t trust me.”
Logan chuckled at the sight of Veronica’s hurt expression, and Veronica could almost see him likening her at that moment to a rejected toddler. He quickly straightened up when she glared at him. “Don’t take it personally, Mars. It’s because you're a G-Man. You could compromise his work or something.”
Veronica’s jaw clenched as she realized he had a point, but the slight chill in her father's touch wasn't forgotten. “He doesn’t trust me, Logan.”
“Well, what do you expect? You up and left him.” The icy silence that followed from Veronica gave Logan the chance to swipe her wine glass, taking a long sip. He set it down, giving her the faintest of smiles. “Speaking of the FBI, I heard you got kicked out of said FBI,” he said softly, leaning his forearms on the table as he gazed at her.
Veronica flushed, and she quickly glanced down at her plate. “Who told you that?”
“Dick.”
She laughed, not knowing what else to do. “He’s like a twelve-year old girl.”
“That’s our Dick,” Logan picked up his glass of water, staring at it for a long moment before taking a drink. “What happened?”
Veronica’s gaze lifted, and she met his stare. “Are you going to write about it?” she asked sternly.
He held up his hand. “You have my word, it stays between us. I swear on my mother.”
“Insubordination.”
His laugh was loud and startling. “I knew it! Dick owes me a grand, that fucker.”
Her eyes narrowed as Logan continued to laugh. “Why exactly are you taking bets on my personal failures?”
“Don't be so melodramatic. Dick swore you got kicked out for being a double agent, I told him not to be a dumbass and it went from there. Doesn't matter- I win, and the status quo once again prevails.”
Veronica gazed at Logan, suddenly annoyed. Apparently, the status quo was her reputation for failing, for defying authority, for being a screw up. She wondered if he knew he had insulted her, if he even cared. “Nice to know you think so highly of me.”
His grin faded slightly, and he shrugged. “It's not that serious.”
“It is to me,” she responded, an edge in her voice.
Logan leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest as he examined Veronica’s face. “Heard good ol’ Pizzy is going to be a dad, too.”
She sighed wearily, picturing the figurative knife Logan was currently shoving deeper into her chest. “Who told you that?”
His smile was small, but gentle. “Dick. He heard it on some radio show,” he chuckled. Immediately, the grin was gone. “What happened.”
“Does it matter?”
“Color me insanely curious.”
Veronica shrugged, meeting his gaze. “We grew apart, and he...he started seeing another girl. Her name is Amberly and of course, she’s gorgeous,” the bitter smile was on her face before she could stop it. “Total rocker chick.”
The look in Logan’s eyes was unreadable. “You guys broke up because he was seeing another girl, or he left you because he was seeing another girl?”
Veronica blinked rapidly at Logan’s question, her gaze quickly dropping to her plate. “I still don’t know,” she lied.
He nodded, deciding then to drop the discussion at hand. “Okay. He was your only one and only?”
She smiled briefly. “No...there was Garrison. He worked for the FBI. He kind of looked like Blair Underwood-”
Logan gave her a surprised grin, his eyebrows rising. “So you dipped in the dark chocolate, huh? Never would’ve thought...”
Veronica smirked. “Oh, like you didn’t!”
“I totally did, but I find myself liking the mocha a bit more these days-”
“Can I help you with anything, Logan?”
Veronica froze, lifting her head. There was Carmen Ruiz, hair curly and pinned prettily so strands fell down to her shoulders. She held a black notepad and wore a similar look of surprise on her face. “Carmen?”
Carmen’s mouth dropped, and she smiled happily. “Veronica! Oh my God! How are you?”
“Fine,” she sat, stiffly returning the quick hug Carmen gave her. “You?”
“Wonderful! I’m fabulous- Neptune’s fabulous! You came back at the right time.”
Veronica laughed slightly. “I’m thinking I did! I just keep running into people...” she trailed off, gesturing at Logan.
“Just like old times, huh? You’re lucky you ran into some familiar people, nearly everyone left and didn’t come back. Don’t leave- my shift’s over in an hour.” Carmen’s gaze moved to Logan, and something changed in her eyes. “Are you free tonight?” she asked quietly.
Logan’s smile was unmistakable, Veronica knew it well. That knowing, wicked grin that had turned her on so many times in their relationship, and oh God, he was sleeping with Carmen Ruiz.
“I’m working tonight,” Logan responded, his grin growing.
Carmen bit back a smile, peering at him through her curls, and it was like Veronica wasn’t even there. “I can bring over a snack...”
Veronica felt like throwing up in mortification, or punching Logan upside the head. Maybe both.
Logan shook his head slowly. “Can’t. Unfortunately, I have a deadline,” he paused, gazing up at Carmen. “I could maybe use some breakfast, though...” he smiled as Carmen slowly smiled. “What do you say, doll?”
“We’ll see,” Carmen said with a dismissive wave, and Logan laughed as she stuck her pen behind her ear. “Can I get you anything?”
“A check?”
She smirked, backing away from their table. “It’ll be at the register.”
Logan cringed playfully. “Ouch.”
Veronica’s scowl was on Logan now as Carmen walked away. He watched Carmen leave, and she leaned over, swiping at his arm and getting his attention. “Exactly how many girls are you sleeping with?” she hissed.
“Two,” he whispered, more than amused by her reaction.
She shook her head in disgust, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Just when she thought he had changed for the better, he managed to prove her undoubtedly wrong. “Good to know some things never change.”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up. It’s just sex. Carmen knows what it is, I know what it is. We’re both adults.”
Veronica laughed skeptically. “So, casual sex is still one of your many addictions?”
“Good sex. You clearly haven’t had any in a couple of years- my chippies know it’s not serious. They’re in it for satisfaction, just like me.”
“So, what, you take them to a hotel?”
“No, I take them to my condo. I romance them, fuck them, then I cook them breakfast and give them a ride home the next morning,” he smiled. “Call it the Echolls Special.”
She stared at him with slight revulsion, yet strangely grateful for the familiarity of their discussion. “You haven’t changed one bit.”
“You’d be surprised.” Logan said dryly, staring at her hard. “Jealous?”
Veronica snorted. “Not in the slightest.”
Logan smirked. “All right...” he sang softly, glancing off to the side at the balcony. Something caught his eye, and he grinned slowly.
Veronica’s gaze followed Logan’s, falling on the group of leggy, attractive women near the balcony, all three watching Logan with hungry eyes. Potential trophy wives, apparently. All wore diamonds and heels, and Veronica wagered that they were all named Heather.
She glanced at Logan, then back at the girls, making sure they were looking at him. Of course they were, and the tall brunette in the middle was currently attempting to have eye sex with him. And of course, she would be.
Logan was evidently Neptune’s most eligible, richest, and attractive bachelor.
Veronica cleared her throat loudly. “Logan.”
His eyes darted in her direction, and he was back, the lazy smile was back on his face. “So, tell me about your trials and tribulations in the FBI. What exact moment of insubordination prompted them to fire your tiny ass?”
She sighed wearily, not wanting to talk about the FBI thing again. It was definitely the last thing she wanted to discuss. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Whatever you want.”
She glanced at the balcony, where more trophy wives had gathered like a bunch of vultures around their prey. Logan’s eyes had drifted back to the balcony as well, and he eyed the women, sizing them up.
Veronica suddenly felt lonely.
She remembered when Logan only had eyes for her, nearly ten years ago. His whole world had revolved around her and trying to make her happy, and she was comfortable, at least for a little while, in that little bubble of suffocating, intense love. Now, he barely acknowledged her when she was just three feet away. He was more interested in the skanks over at stage left. Their past barely made a blip on his radar, and he had moved on.
Veronica was definitely lonely.
She missed what she had just experienced in an hour-long lunch. Conversation and laughter. Dry humor. Naughty jokes and sordid stories. Silly tales of times past. She missed having a conversation with a close friend. Yet, strangely enough, and more than anything, she missed the physical. The loneliness was always worst when there was absolutely nothing to look forward to, nothing at all.
A smile perked on Logan’s lips, and oh, God, he was still so very attractive. He was healthy and successful and a respectable citizen and downright hot. Everything she had wished for when they dated. He had become the man she had needed him to be all those years ago.
At the moment, a one-night stand wasn't looking like such a bad idea. It would drastically help with her depression, and Logan was much better than a random guy. If he could partake in casual, no-strings-attached sex, she didn't see why she couldn't. At least she knew the sex would be fantastic.
Or maybe that was just the wine talking.
She wasn’t thinking straight, which was probably why she leaned over, resting her hand on Logan’s wrist. She hesitated for a moment before running her fingertips along the inside of his exposed forearm, immediately capturing his attention.
A tried and true method. He always responded to her touch, right there. That touch had gotten her many favors, had gotten him to bend when he had previously refused. Her magic touch.
“So,” she purred, fixing him with a firm, powerful, and knowing stare. “What does a girl have to do to get the Echolls Special?”A look Veronica couldn’t place flashed in Logan’s eyes, and she fought to keep the smile on her face. “I’m just curious...”
He leaned forward, gazing at her suggestively, and her smile was there, bright and genuine until his hand clamped down on hers. The look in his eyes was hard and almost blank now. “It was never just sex with you,” he said with a hint of annoyance, quietly and just for her ears. “You ought to know that by now,” he released her, leaning back in his seat and glancing around the restaurant.
Anywhere but her.
Veronica pulled her arm back underneath the table, as she felt her face heat up with the embarrassment of Logan’s rejection. With the shame of her obvious desperation. With the realization that she had attempted to use Logan, and he hadn’t fallen for it. “You know what? I-I’m going to...”
“Let me walk you to your car.”
Her head shot up, her confused eyes locking on his. “Huh?”
As always, Logan paid for their lunch, and to Veronica’s surprise, he left a hearty tip for all the waitresses working on that shift, including Carmen. She wasn’t surprised by the cheerful goodbyes he got from the employees, he probably kept them all well-paid.
They walked in silence to her car, Logan’s hands buried in his pockets, and Veronica’s arms crossed tightly over her chest. She glanced at him as they neared her silver Saturn, noticing that he wasn’t even paying her any mind, focusing intently on the sidewalk.
As they reached her car, she forced a grin on her face, unhooking her keys from her belt loop. “Thanks for the lunch,” she said, trying in vain to keep her voice light and friendly. Ultimately, she was trying not to die of embarrassment in front of him.
Logan nodded quickly, pulling his hands out of his pockets. With them came a small, white business card in his left hand. “This is my new home number,” he said quietly, pulling a small, sleek pen out of his back pocket. “And,” he clicked the pen, starting to write on the back of the card. “My new cell number that no one but very important people get. Consider yourself lucky.”
He handed over the card, watching as Veronica inspected it. He tapped a corner, raising his eyebrows. “My work number and e-mail are on there, too,” he said matter-of-factly.
Veronica stared at the card, noting the professional-looking “Talk Magazine” logo- simple font, “Talk” was large and underlined, with a large circle above the T. His name was to the right, and under it was “Columnist.” Beneath it were his work number, as well as his e-mail.
That checked out. He actually had a legitimate job.
“Just in case you need anything,” Logan continued, slipping his pen back into his pocket. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his breast pocket, opening them up. “You know. A ride, dinner, shoulder to cry on, partner in crime...”
Veronica smiled faintly, tucking the card in her back pocket. “If I need anything-”
“Which you won’t.”
“I’ll give you a call,” she finished, undeterred. She was quiet for a moment, wondering if he was giving her the card out of consideration, or because he really wanted to. She decided then she didn’t want to know the truth, allowing the moment of kindness to pass. “What are you up to?”
He shrugged, glancing over her head at the cars passing by. “I have to get back to the office, pick up my laptop. Go to a meeting. Then I’m done until tonight,” he finally glanced down at her, a fine dreariness in his eyes that she hadn’t noticed before. “What are you doing with yourself?”
She laughed slightly. “I guess I’m hanging with Harmony.”
He nodded, a heavy sigh escaping him. “She’s cool. Keith did her good, she’s really happy now...” he trailed off, nodding. “It was nice seeing you again, Veronica.”
Veronica gave Logan a smile, nodding once. “It was nice,” she agreed.
Logan tilted forward, then seemed to catch himself, nodding again with a smile and holding his hand out. “We should do this again.”
She nodded once more, taking his hand and shaking it loosely. She had caught his mistake- he was going to hug her, or kiss her, or something. An instinctive move, and he had stopped himself. She was disappointed and grateful all the same. “I’ll call you.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Before she could respond, he had slipped his sunglasses over his eyes, giving her a brief smile. “Have a good one, Mars.”
Without another word, he turned, walking away from her and down the sidewalk.
Veronica watched him go, an overwhelmingly heavy loneliness dropping down on her shoulders. He didn’t look back, didn’t hesitate, just kept walking away like he had done that afternoon in the Hearst cafeteria. For about two hours, she had felt like she was truly back to a Neptune she understood and appreciated, only to have jolting reminders of the actual reality.
Logan wasn’t her Logan anymore. He was more confident, more mature, successful, happy. A man. She was pleased over this development, but at the same time, she didn’t recognize him at all. He was a complete stranger.
Everything had changed, morphing and growing into this new town with new people she didn’t recognize. She didn’t even know her father anymore.
Her lips pressed together tightly and she refused to dwell on it any longer, walking around to the driver’s side door and climbing inside. It was time to go back home and rebuild her life.
Hopefully, luck would be on her side.
Rating: NC-17 for language, sex, and some very mild violence
Word Count: 8962 in this chapter
Category: AU, after “The Bitch is Back”
Characters/Pairings: Veronica, Logan, Keith, Parker, Dick, Logan/Veronica, slight Veronica/Piz, Logan/OFC, slight Veronica/OMC, some merry Neptune residents
Spoilers: Up to 3.20 “The Bitch is Back.”
Disclaimer: The characters were created by Rob Thomas and remain the property of Thomas, the CW, and Warner Bros. Television. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
Special Thanks: To the betas of this fic, afrocurl and solflower22, who are so very patient with me while I struggle with this monster (currently 100 pages and counting!). Any and all mistakes after their betas are my own.
Dedication: Once again, the main reason this is being posted now is all because of smiles1_9's charity. THANK HER.
Summary: “Left Neptune, did the internship, transferred to another college, graduated, worked for the FBI. Clearly, not as fascinating as your tale.”
If there was one thing Veronica could take solace in, it was the fact that after seven years, her father still hadn't changed the locks to their apartment.
The place still looked the same as she remembered. That baby picture of her was still framed on the shelf, and her graduation picture was still on the refrigerator. The same couches, the same paintings on the walls, the same knick-knacks on the shelves. The only differences were the white cashmere shawl on the couch, and the pictures of Harmony (with and without Keith) now adorning the walls along with the Mars family.
There was the distinct smell of jasmine in their air, a sweetly feminine touch. The air conditioning was on full blast, the sudden breeze sending goose bumps down her arms, even though she wore a jacket. Ace fidgeted in her arms, so she released him, watching for a moment as he sniffed the carpet, then began walking around the living room.
Veronica walked down the hallway, passing the shelf that led to her bedroom, her eyes falling on a photo right between the one of her and her father in New York, and a picture of her and her father, when she was four. Herself, Logan, and her father, when Logan had taken them both out to dinner, about a week before their final break-up.
She leaned comfortably against Logan, and her father was across from them, his hand reaching across the table and resting on her wrist. Logan had thought it would be fun to go to a place that served food, drinks, and featured cabaret singing. Her dad had more fun than they did, surprisingly. She remembered thanking Logan properly for the good time later that night, then deciding to find some lingerie for him.
Then, of course, the whole Madison thing happened.
Veronica rolled her eyes, deciding not to dwell as she entered her bedroom, inhaling the vanilla scent that was now getting a bit nauseating. Clearly, someone had been having a field day with Glade Plug-ins.
She threw her suitcase on her bed, still in the same condition as she had left it. Her eyes searched the room as she realized nothing had been touched. Absolutely nothing. It was like she had never left, like she never stopped being nineteen.
She glanced at her partially open closet, noting that even that hadn’t been touched. Her shoes clacked on the floor as she moved to the closet, her fingertips trailing over the clothes hanging neatly. Denim miniskirts, cutesy hoodies, and stylish t-shirts. She pushed aside the clothes, pushing away the old Veronica as she searched past the jackets and tight size 2 jeans.
There was her red homecoming dress, her prom dress, and her graduation dress. Then, in the back, hidden from view, were two items that she had long forgotten. The first brought on an influx of emotions- her pink homecoming dress, covered with a clear, thin plastic. For a moment, she thought of Lilly, of how grateful she was that Lilly didn’t end up like that girl in Michigan, wrapped in plastic on her prom night and dumped in a ravine by a jilted ex, her eyes still open in terror. Lilly’s demise had come quickly; this girl had suffered for hours.
Veronica’s eyes closed shortly, not wanting to think of it. The parallels were too great, it had nearly ripped her in two. It was a bad case to have had as one of her first- she was surprised her superior didn’t demote her then, instead of waiting years.
Before she could fold under the memory, her eyes locked on the item of clothing behind her dress, a dark green, long sleeved shirt. Logan’s shirt. She frowned, trying to recall why the hell she had Logan’s shirt before remembering exactly why. He had ripped her own shirt during one of their many private sessions, and she snuck back home wearing his shirt. She wondered why she never gave it back to him.
Veronica pushed several hangers of clothes in front of the shirt and dress with a satisfyingly hard swipe, her eyes settling on a red shirt with nonsensical designs on it. She hadn’t worn a shirt like that in years.
Her eyes drifted down to her jeans and black business shirt, and she wondered for a moment when exactly she had become so bland. Even her makeup was ordinary- black mascara, pale lips, pale pink eyeshadow. She looked like her mother, before the alcohol took over.
It made her sick.
She cursed silently, trying to remember the last time she wore red lipstick or anything tight without being on a case. Or even nice heels. Or even had nice hair. She hadn’t even worn black nail polish in ages. No identity, none at all. She had become the FBI.
Was Piz right, after all?
There would be no more of that. Veronica had left everything in the apartment that she couldn’t fit into her car. She had left a note, along with her final payment and five hundred dollars extra, for Amar, her landlord, to take everything and sell it. She was sure he would be able to afford that car for his daughter Parvati, now.
The drive to California had been hell. Four days with nothing but the radio, Ace, and her thoughts. She was sick with worry over how her father would react. She had been too scared to even call him, she figured if she just showed up, he couldn’t throw her out.
At least, she hoped he wouldn’t.
The door creaked behind Veronica, and she stiffened, all those years of FBI training quickly filling her blood. She wasn’t in the mood to be attacked, but she was definitely in a bad enough mood to be itching for a fight. She inhaled sharply before swinging around, already in a defensive position.
Harmony Chase jumped, and she nearly lost the towel wrapped around her body, pressing herself against the door. “Veronica!” she exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest. “I almost called the police!”
Veronica slowly relaxed, lowering her arms. Of course. She had almost forgotten in the mess of her colliding thoughts that Harmony lived with her father, now. A quick divorce six and a half years ago had all but guaranteed it. They were more into each other than Veronica had ever thought.
“Harmony. Hey,” she said flatly. “You guys never changed the locks. Good morning.”
“You know your father- good morning!” Harmony shook her damp hair out of her eyes, giving Veronica a smile. It was a kind smile, but the faint panic in her eyes wasn’t lost on Veronica. “It’s been too long! Come here!” she walked over to Veronica, one hand holding on to her towel as the other wrapped around Veronica's back, pulling her into a tight hug.
Veronica returned the hug awkwardly, her mouth twitching into a frown as she realized that it was Harmony who had gone nuts with the scents lingering in the house. Harmony was also uncomfortable, stiffly rubbing Veronica’s back like they were old friends. A slow feeling of dread began to fill Veronica as she realized that just dropping in probably wasn’t the best idea ever. “You look...good,” she said weakly.
“So do you,” Harmony pulled back, her grin growing a bit too wide. “You should’ve called- I would've made a big dinner.” she laughed, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “What am I talking about- you don’t need to call! What are you doing here?”
“I...I left the FBI,” Veronica said, her voice hesitant and almost ashamed, and she wanted to smack some sense into herself, then.
Harmony nodded, biting on her lower lip. “Got sick of the hum-drum repetitious routine, huh? I would’ve.”
Veronica smiled brightly, realizing that Harmony hadn't heard the real story yet. “Yes. I got sick of the routine. It was awful-”
“Are you staying here for a while?”
Veronica’s grin faded briefly. “Well, I was kind of hoping I could stay here until I got on my feet-”
“Oh, honey, yes!” Harmony exclaimed, laughing a bit too loud as Veronica grinned. “Don’t worry about it!”
“T-Thank you,” Veronica stammered, a bit surprised at Harmony’s open hospitality. She hadn’t expected it, especially considering the way she had treated Harmony all those years ago. Her father clearly had better taste than she thought. Her smile grew wider, more nervous now. “Do you like dogs? I have a new one. A small one!”
Harmony’s eyes widened in delight, and she looked almost grateful for the change of subject. “I love dogs! And your dog is our dog, you know that.”
“His name is Ace. He’s really good, very obedient...” she trailed off, glancing over Harmony's shoulder. She wanted to ask the question, but she was so very scared of the answer. It was embarrassing, really. “My dad wasn't in there with you, right?”
Harmony's laugh was loud and crass, and she quickly covered her mouth. “Oh, how embarrassing. No, honey, no! He’s working!” she waved absently down the hall. “He’s been so busy- it’s really a blessing. We’re getting new plumbing put in, thanks to a big case. And we’re getting a widescreen next week! It’s a gift from-”
“That’s really nice,” Veronica replied in a small voice, wanting desperately to get to the point. “But my dad-”
“Oh! Do you want to see him? Of course you do,” Harmony said, taking Veronica’s hand and leading her down the hallway before Veronica could protest properly. She gasped at the sight of Ace, looking up at them both quizzically. “Is this your dog?” she exclaimed.
“Y-Yeah.” Veronica shook her head before she could stop herself, realizing then that Harmony just wanted her the hell out of there. She was already an intrusion. “Ace-”
“He’s adorable! I’ll look after your sweet little dog, and you go see your father. Same building, same office,” she gave Veronica a pleasant grin. “Go drop by, it’ll be such a great surprise for him.”
What was left of Veronica’s stunned smile faded. After this, she somehow doubted that.
* * * * *
Maybe it was the soft smell of wood that she missed the most.
Veronica ran her hand over the Mars Investigations label on the closed door, the metal cooling her fingertips. She remembered the first time she walked through those doors, when she was sixteen. Newly shorn hair, with her newly single father, ready to start their newly turned upside-down lives. She had immediately claimed the receptionist desk, and neither had looked back.
It took seeing the door for her to realize that she had missed the office terribly. She had gotten nothing but plain, cold offices, everyday desks and regular phones at FBI Headquarters. She missed the simplicity of Mars Investigations with its kitchen that was falling apart, the walls that always needed re-painting, the coffee table that was about to fall over.
She missed all of it.
With a deep breath, she slipped inside, smiling faintly at the stained glass that shadowed the office. Just like old times. She could already see her and her father eating macaroni and cheese on the couch after closing.
The smile faded at the sight of the young teenager sitting at the receptionist desk and typing away rapidly, her light pink sweater clashing with the red and green hues staining the office. A bright pink iPod sat next to the new computer, plugged into the black tower and quietly playing some pop song. Next to the iPod was a silver picture frame, adorned with pink and purple ribbons that cascaded down to the desk.
Her desk.
The brunette straightened up as Veronica approached, her long ponytail swaying under the large pink fuzzy band holding it together. “Hi!” she chirped with a wide smile on her shiny pink lips and exposing very white, perfect teeth. “Hello, there!” Her high-pitched voice was sugary sweet, a startlingly cheerful tone. “Can I help you?”
Veronica stared at the girl for a long moment, too stunned to speak. This girl was a very pink distraction in the musky, dim safety of the office. She swallowed hard, getting herself together. “Keith,” she said stiffly. “I’m here to see Keith Mars.”
The girl nodded, primly opening up a crimson notebook and quickly turning pages. “Do you have an appointment?” she asked, her french manicured finger running down the page. “We don't accept walk-ins on Tuesdays, ma’am.”
“I’m his daughter,” Veronica nearly whispered.
The girl lifted her head, her brown eyes flickering with recognition. “Oh! You’re Veronica!” she jumped to her feet abruptly, running rather daintily to Keith's closed door, flailing hands and all. Her pink and white Skechers squeaked on the hardwood floors as she went. “Hold on!”
Veronica watched the girl knock, then disappear into Keith's office. She couldn’t have been any more than sixteen years old. A child. And she was cheerful. And perky. And young. This little girl was nothing like her, nothing at all.
For some reason, this annoyed her more than anything.
Veronica scowled down at the receptionist desk, littered with pink post-its and bubbly scribbles in red and blue pen on stationary with the Mars Investigations logo on it. At least the girl was neat- all her post-its and files were arranged just so, and she had even made sure her pens faced down in the purple cup with a cat on it.
She tilted her head at the sight of a newly made identification card. Neptune High. This girl was indeed as young as she looked. She frowned, trying to catch a glimpse of the girl’s name without moving the book resting over it, and only managing to come up with her last name. Marcos.
Ultimately, she hoped her father was understanding, and at least a bit forgiving. She was already drained, she didn’t think she could take her father’s wrath at the moment. More importantly, she didn’t think she could handle his disappointment. She didn’t know how he was going to react upon seeing her, and the thought frightened her just a bit.
“Veronica?”
Veronica lifted her head, her breath catching at the sight of her father there, looking faintly stunned and emotional in his usual business pants and blue button-down. A bit older, more wrinkles near his eyes, but it was still him. She wanted to cry.
Her father had nearly given up his career and reputation to protect her. Hell, he almost lost his freedom. And now, she couldn’t think of anything to say other than-
“Hi, dad.”
He wordlessly walked across the room, embracing her.
Her eyes closed as his strong arms wrapped around her, and she nearly clung to his waist, burying her face against his shoulder. He didn’t say a word, rubbing her back tenderly, and she nearly collapsed against him. “I missed you,” she said hoarsely.
“I missed you, too, honey,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head before holding her at arms length. A short laugh escaped him as he shook his head. “You look great, Veronica.”
Veronica grinned weakly, squeezing his wrists tightly, not wanting to let him go. She had expected the worst. For him to have no reaction, to shun her, anything but the hug he had just given. “You look...awesome. I’m sorry I didn’t call-”
“Stop. This is a nice surprise.”
The girl stepped forward, smiling bashfully. “I can take my lunch if you want, Mr. Mars...”
Keith waved her suggestion away, holding his hand out in her direction, which she promptly took. Immediately, his hand dropped from Veronica’s shoulder, and he gestured at the girl. “Veronica, this is Ashley,” he said with a proud smile in Ashley's direction. “She’s been with me for almost two years now. She is a godsend.”
Ashley blushed, her smile growing wider. “Mr. Mars,” she scolded him quietly before facing Veronica. “I’ve heard so much about you, Veronica!”
Veronica smiled uncomfortably, glancing at the ground. Anywhere but at the girl her father was now looking at with admiration. It was a specific adoration he had usually reserved for her, not for some random teenager with a Panic! At the Disco fetish. “Good or bad?” she jumped at Ashley's high laugh, and cringed inwardly.
“I’ve already told Mr. Mars that I want to do what you guys do, I want to be just like you,” Ashley gushed, a faint flush on her cheeks. “My dad doesn’t approve, but he won’t have to know, right?”
“I still think you should tell him of your decision, Ashley,” Keith said firmly. He glanced briefly at Veronica, nodding at his office. “Come on.”
Veronica glanced at Ashley before following Keith inside. She was strangely elated by the fact that her father didn’t ask Ashley to join them, grateful that some things were still sacred.
She observed the room as Keith shut the door, smiling at the brand new fax machine that rested next to his desk, next to the same old rotary phone beside the laptop. His certification was still on the wall and the same file cabinet still stood next to the door. She loved the familiarity of it all.
Keith walked around Veronica, taking a seat at his desk. “Is Piz with you?” A frown played on his lips. “I haven’t really had a conversation with you that lasted more than five minutes since...” he trailed off, glancing at her.
Veronica laughed, shaking her head. “No. Ancient history.”
“What? I thought you guys would’ve- what happened?”
Her smile faded abruptly. “He cheated on me and is now with the mother of his unborn child,” her smile reappeared weakly. “That was a fun year.”
“Oh?” Concern was in Keith’s eyes then, a frown on his lips. “I thought he was a good guy...”
“So did I. I guess I was too much man for him.”
He shook his head. “That’s a shame. I’m sorry, Veronica.”
Veronica shrugged, a sigh escaping her. “Bygones. It was five years ago. He’s happy, I’m happier than I was then, so it all worked out.”
Keith nodded slowly, eyeing her for a moment. “How’s the job?”
“History,” she said with a light, high laugh. “It’s done. I’m over it and back home.” There was something in Keith’s eyes she couldn’t quite place, so she quickly continued. “Obviously.” Another laugh escaped her, one she hoped was free-and-easy, “It got so mundane...so I decided to come home!”
“I suppose that’s good news,” Keith said with a nod.
Something had definitely changed in his eyes, and Veronica wondered for a moment what exactly she had said wrong, what possibly could’ve brought about that look that just crossed his features. Just moments ago, he had been at least moderately happy to see her, and now, he seemed to be almost cringing at the idea of her presence becoming permanent. “Um-”
“How’s life been treating you?” he asked softly.
“Good. Better now that I’ve seen you,” she stood there, noticing for the first time since she reunited with her father the distinct chill in the room. Her gaze shifted to Keith, and he quickly picked up a file, opening it. Of course he would choose now to become a master avoider. “How are you? Really?”
“I’m excellent, Veronica,” he said shortly. “Harmony is fantastic-”
“I know,” she interrupted with a wry smile as she approached his desk, hoping then that a playful, casual demeanor would make her presence more appealing. She hoped a nice, shiny attitude would loosen him up, just a bit. “I ran into her and her towel.”
His eyebrows rose as he glanced at her. “You’ve already been to the apartment?” he asked, unable to keep the surprised tinge from his voice. “Are you staying?”
Veronica’s smile faded, and she quickly looked at her shoes. “Harmony said I could,” she said quietly.
“Ah,” Keith glanced down at his file, picking up a photograph and examining it. “So, what are you planning to do with yourself?” he mumbled, his brow furrowing. “Career-wise.”
Veronica rested her hip against the edge of Keith's desk, awkwardly walking her fingers along her father's bronze nameplate. “I...I could maybe work at the office again. With you. For you.”
He lowered the photo slowly, and the apprehension on his face was painful. “I don’t think so, honey.”
She blinked, shocked. “What?”
Keith sighed, climbing to his feet. “It’s a hard business,” he said gently, walking around the desk so they were face to face. “And I can only hire people I trust. You know that.”
Veronica was unable to keep the hurt from her voice now, and she could feel her chest tightening, her throat closing up. She could almost see fate laughing at her now, ripping away every bit of stability that she had. “You don’t trust me?”
He didn’t answer her question, simply running his hand over her the top of her head, smoothing down her hair in a weak attempt at comfort. “I have to get back to work, honey. Why don’t you go downtown and walk around? Neptune’s changed over the years...go shopping. Be normal.”
She nodded quickly, lowering her head before he could see the embarrassed tears that had begun to fill her eyes. “What about tonight?” she asked desperately, keeping her eyes on the ground. “Are we having dinner?”
“I have to take a trip to Napa. You can have dinner with Harmony.”
“What about tomorrow night?”
He shrugged briefly, resting his hands on the edge of his desk. “I’m having dinner with Harmony and some other people. It’s a private dinner.”
“It’s not a family dinner, is it?” Veronica laughed bitterly when he didn’t respond, lifting her head and not caring that if he saw the tears or not. “I-I’m not family, anymore?”
Keith avoided her gaze, now, busying himself with his tie. “Honey...it’s a routine. We’ve been doing this for years, now, and I can’t just invite you without everyone’s permission. Some people might not be comfortable.”
“I’m unwelcome company, now?” she asked, and she couldn’t stand the sudden shrillness in her voice.
“Honey, it’s going to take time-”
“Fine,” she said sharply, heading for the door just as he reached for her. She still hated the way he always used “honey” as a crutch, a way to soften the blows. She just needed to get away. “Fine.”
Keith rolled his eyes, sinking to the edge of his desk as she flung the door open. “Veronica.”
“I’m fine!” Veronica said with a harsh laugh, giving him a quick nod. “I’ll see you at home.”
“Veronica.”
She was already out the door, pushing her hair behind her ears. “Have a good day.”
Ashley straightened up at her desk as Veronica stalked past, and she gave the blonde a bright smile. “Bye, Veronica! Nice meeting you!”
“Oh, fuck off,” Veronica snapped, immediately feeling guilty at the brief satisfaction that had filled her at seeing Ashley’s smile fade.
* * * * *
Everything had changed.
That was the first thing Veronica noticed as she walked through downtown Neptune. Gone were the crumbling buildings, and up were the newly painted and flourishing businesses. The old dance studio was gone, replaced by a law office. Her favorite Italian restaurant was now a McDonald’s. There was a discount store where the pawn shop used to be. A sleek jewelry store stood next to a dELiAs clothing store, and next to it was a Starbucks. More boutiques. More cafes. More luxury. Less grime.
If there was anything resembling the poor and the seedy, it was kept nicely hidden.
Everything had changed, possibly for the better, and Veronica knew she should’ve been thrilled. This was the Neptune she wished she had grown up in. There still were cheating spouses and crime, but not as obvious. Everything was cleaner, more attractive. Come to Neptune! Mass murders? Where?!
Veronica kept her eyes on the scene around her, anything to distract herself from her reunion with her father. He had embraced her warmly, said he missed her, but then chilled considerably. She could’ve sworn he was being completely passive-aggressive with whatever feelings he had toward her at the moment. She guessed he didn’t want to give her seven years worth of a talking-to in front of the help.
She was glad she got out of there in time.
She stepped out of the way of a woman with an armful of roses, nearly running into a row of stylish chairs and circular tables. Another café. Its name was Chasm.
Her eyes fell on the small white gates separating the café from the sidewalk. White and stylish. Everything was white and stylish. Even the hostess at the black (oh, how rebellious!) counter was chipper and bright, all chichi earrings and impeccable makeup. Her breasts were perky in the tight black shirt she was wearing, and the apron she was supposed to be wearing lay on the counter.
More importantly, instead of doing her job, this girl was openly flirting with the gentleman across from her, staring at him coyly through her highlighted hair and running her tongue over her bottom lip, and Veronica couldn’t help but smirk. Some girls were just too desperate. At least that hadn’t changed.
There was a woman in a black suit next to the man, and she seemed to also be talking his ear off. She seemed oblivious to the hostess almost licking her crimson lipstick off, focusing her attention on the gentleman next to her, staring at him intently, trying to make that sale. “So, I think the investment would be wise, you could make a lot of money...”
Veronica’s smile faded as the man leaned forward, resting one elbow on the counter as he crossed one leg over the other at the ankle casually. That back, that posture, that lazy ease. Oh, no.
Out of all the restaurants in Neptune...
She blinked rapidly, panic coursing through her then. She told her feet to start moving, to break into a run, to do anything but stay frozen on the sidewalk. Then, she demanded that her mouth stay shut, but even that part of her body appeared to be pissed off at her, and before she could even stop herself- “Logan?”
Always alert, Logan Echolls stiffened, then straightened up instantly, and she wondered for a moment how the hell he had heard her in the busy area. He turned, his eyes falling on her almost immediately, and she felt her breath catch.
Even through all the pain and the fighting and the want and the need and the reality of it all, she still felt the distinct lightheadedness that always came when Logan Echolls gazed upon her. It was something she never could explain, maybe it was the strength of a mere glance, the knowledge that they had a sizable amount of history that no one but them could understand.
Seven years later, she still felt the pull, as much as she hated to admit it. Electricity that had been void for so many years.
His hair was a bit shorter, and there was a hint of stubble on his face, but he was still fit and lean. His white dress shirt was tailored to fit, the sleeves rolled to the elbows, and his khaki pants were flattering to his frame. He still looked boyish, and his gaze still intense.
And she might have still been attracted.
Logan’s smile faded at the sight of her, a mix of alarm and confusion passing in his eyes for only a moment. Veronica felt her heart stop, and she was debating which would be worse from Logan- a verbal lashing or the ice cold shoulder.
Then, suddenly, surprisingly, he grinned, and he was still Logan Echolls, in the flesh. “Veronica?”
Veronica exhaled, weakly returning the smile. Her eyes widened in surprise as he left the woman, mid-sentence, and dashed past the crowded tables towards the gates. He was still graceful, hopping over the gates, and she had to laugh as the woman rolled her eyes.
“Mr. Echolls, that is not acceptable!” The woman called loudly.
Logan ignored her, stopping in front of Veronica. “Hey,” he said quietly.
Veronica swallowed hard, staring into Logan’s dark eyes. They were unreadable, even as the smile remained on his face. She suddenly felt remarkably unattractive, wondering if her jeans and shirt were too bland, too frumpy. She wondered if he even noticed how badly she was dressed, if he even cared after seven years apart. “Hi,” she said breathlessly.
She could’ve died from the shock when Logan leaned down, scooping her up into a tight hug.
An anxious, quick laugh escaped her as she awkwardly patted his back, trying to ignore her heart, which decided to wait until that specific time to start racing. “Uh...”
He pulled back, a grin on his face as he looked her up and down. “You look good.”
“So do you,” she replied, unable to keep the smile from her face now. She meant it. He looked great. He looked healthy and happy and not bitter and angry and depressed and everything else she had remembered about him. “What are you doing here? In Neptune?”
“I kind of still live here,” he said with a chuckle. “And I’m about to have lunch,” he paused, glancing at the restaurant. “Are you hungry?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation.
A short while later, Veronica and Logan sat in a quiet corner of the restaurant, plates of food in front of them. Logan had a glass of beer and a smaller one of water along with his grilled chicken and Spanish rice; while Veronica settled on spinach-stuffed chicken and pasta, along with several glasses of wine.
Veronica was stunned by Logan’s hospitality and his general air of cheerfulness. She hadn’t expected this, not from him. She was ready to see him miserable and bitterly angry, but this was a complete surprise. He was chatty, smiling happily, and just generally full of life. After what they had been through, she was kind of glad that he turned out okay, at least on the outside.
“You know, you might not believe me, but I’ve actually missed you, Mars,” Logan said with a grin. “Bad blood and all. I missed someone calling me on my crap.”
She lowered her wineglass, giving him a skeptical rise of her eyebrows. “No one does? Ever?”
“I just liked when you did. It was a big turn on,” he said with a wink. “I almost tried to contact you, but then I remembered...” he trailed off, his smile fading. “I remembered.”
Veronica smiled sadly. “I had a lot on my mind, remember?” she shrugged briefly. “It wouldn’t have been appropriate, anyway. You know.” A silent, breathless laugh escaped him, one she had always associated with him being uncomfortable, and she quickly glanced down at her plate. “Since I left. With Piz. And didn’t leave a forwarding address. Or a Dear John letter.”
“I know,” he said softly. “Took me a long time to get over that piece of reality.”
An awkward silence fell over them, and the look in Logan’s eyes darkened. Veronica stared at him, wondering if she should explain herself, or demand another apology, or say anything, but before she could open her mouth, Logan continued.
“After that day in the cafeteria, reality hit hard,” he said with a wry grin. “And I went into this slightly ridiculous depression for a day. Only a day. Didn’t get out of bed, just stared at the ceiling and wondered what the hell I was planning on doing with myself. Then...I went nuts. Total breakdown. After I beat the shit out of that guy, and moped around for a day, thinking about what that asshole said to me and you and about what a mess I’ve made of my life, I took off in my truck. Left Neptune, left everything. So, naturally, I went-”
“To TJ,” Veronica finished with a smirk.
The grin on Logan’s face was amused and sardonic all the same. “Naturally. I was messed up and relapsed. I didn’t know what to do with myself and I just went completely insane...booze, drugs, women- the whole nine. For about two long months. I was such a fucking wasteland, I don’t know what the hell was wrong with me. Typical me, I guess,” Logan laughed at the memory, setting down his napkin. “So, your dad randomly calls me, like, a month before school starts up, asking if I’m planning on returning for the semester. Shock and drunken awe aside, I call you a few choice names, curse him out, curse the family name, both yours and mine, and he yells. He actually yells, and I swear to God, Veronica, that sobered me up good.”
“My dad.” Veronica frowned slightly, unable to remove the cynicism from her tone. She knew she had told her father to look out for Logan, but she hadn’t expected him to actually take Logan under his wing. “Dad called you. To come back to Neptune.”
“Yeah. He gave me twenty-four hours to get my ass back home. He even threatened to come after me himself.”
“Are you serious?”
He nodded quickly. “I guess he was lonely. Or bored and wanted a project, I don’t know. Anyway,” he chuckled, glancing up at Veronica. “I was in my car and back to Neptune in three hours.” He paused, taking a quick drink of his beer. “I get home, and your dad puts me through total detox. No drinking, smoking, drugs, not even women. He calls me pathetic and just goes all Sheriff Mars on me.”
She leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re not screwing around with me?”
“Baby, this isn't something I can make up. In a nutshell, your dad is all,” Logan paused, mimicking a very angry Keith. “You think I’m going to let you ruin your life? No! No, I will not! Get over it, get over HER, and get yourself together before I do it for you!” he straightened up, his face relaxing. “Your dad should’ve hosted that Scared Straight show. He, like, lived at the Grand with me for a month. He escorted me to class. He-”
“Was distracting himself,” Veronica said quietly, picking up her wineglass and downing the rest of it.
Logan shrugged, a sigh escaping him. “Maybe.” He smiled slowly. “You know, in seven years, I’ve never really asked him why.”
“He wouldn’t have told you anyways.”
He chuckled. “That’s true. But there's a happy ending, though. Look at me,” he opened his arms, glancing down at himself, then back at Veronica. “Graduated from Hearst, got a job, became a man. Bask in my glory.”
She didn't bite, giving Logan a faint smile. She knew, just as he did, that they were all lucky he had made it this far. All with her father’s help. He had given up on her, and transferred all of his fatherly effort onto Logan. Obviously, it was just what Logan needed. “What did you major in?”
He grinned. “Journalism, of course.”
She mimicked his smile. “Of course! Is that what you’re doing now? Freelance?”
“Kind of. I have a syndicated column- it’s pretty popular in these parts, kind of autobiographical. I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it.”
Veronica gave a prompt shrug, glancing down at her food. “I was...busy. And working. A lot. Didn’t have time to read much.”
“Ah.” Logan cleared his throat, pouring Veronica another glass of wine. “Enough about my life. What about you? What’s your tale?”
She smiled. “Left Neptune, did the internship, transferred to another college, graduated, worked for the FBI. Clearly, not as fascinating as your tale.”
He returned her smile. “Every story is fascinating in the end.”
“How poignant.”
“Yeah, I stole that from your dad,” Logan’s smile faded slightly, and he looked almost lost in thought. “I owe him everything, Veronica,” he said quietly. “The last five years have been all kinds of tough, and for some reason, he’s been there.”
Veronica nodded quickly, picking up her fork and continuing to eat. “I’m sure he’s just happy that you did well, Logan,” she paused, unnerved by the slight turning of her stomach. “It sound like you two are close.”
“You have no idea,” he said with a laugh. “I have dinner with him every Wednesday, now. It’s really nice.”
Veronica frowned slightly as she remembered what her father had told her earlier. That family dinner. Oh, God, he was talking about Logan not being comfortable.
She suddenly felt anxious, and she quickly glanced at Logan, realizing with dread that he felt the same way. She saw it in his eyes then, a distinct awkwardness that she recalled seeing when he asked her if he could date Parker. He was uncomfortable.
Then, as if to confirm her thoughts, he laughed, shaking his head. “I have to admit, this is kind of shocking. I never expected you to come back.”
“Do you want me to go?” she asked, trying to keep her tone light and humorous but cringing at the hesitation in her voice.
“No! No...” his smile wavered. “It’s just been a while. That’s all.”
“If it makes you feel any better, you’re not the first person I’ve run into.”
“Who were the other victims?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly at his choice of words, wondering for a moment if he was being passive-aggressive or if it was just her imagination. “Dad. And Harmony.”
He nodded. “They must’ve been thrilled.”
“Sure,” A sigh fell from her lips as she remembered her conversation with Keith, earlier that day. “Dad said I couldn’t work for him anymore, you know,” she said with a bitter smile. “He said he didn’t trust me.”
Logan chuckled at the sight of Veronica’s hurt expression, and Veronica could almost see him likening her at that moment to a rejected toddler. He quickly straightened up when she glared at him. “Don’t take it personally, Mars. It’s because you're a G-Man. You could compromise his work or something.”
Veronica’s jaw clenched as she realized he had a point, but the slight chill in her father's touch wasn't forgotten. “He doesn’t trust me, Logan.”
“Well, what do you expect? You up and left him.” The icy silence that followed from Veronica gave Logan the chance to swipe her wine glass, taking a long sip. He set it down, giving her the faintest of smiles. “Speaking of the FBI, I heard you got kicked out of said FBI,” he said softly, leaning his forearms on the table as he gazed at her.
Veronica flushed, and she quickly glanced down at her plate. “Who told you that?”
“Dick.”
She laughed, not knowing what else to do. “He’s like a twelve-year old girl.”
“That’s our Dick,” Logan picked up his glass of water, staring at it for a long moment before taking a drink. “What happened?”
Veronica’s gaze lifted, and she met his stare. “Are you going to write about it?” she asked sternly.
He held up his hand. “You have my word, it stays between us. I swear on my mother.”
“Insubordination.”
His laugh was loud and startling. “I knew it! Dick owes me a grand, that fucker.”
Her eyes narrowed as Logan continued to laugh. “Why exactly are you taking bets on my personal failures?”
“Don't be so melodramatic. Dick swore you got kicked out for being a double agent, I told him not to be a dumbass and it went from there. Doesn't matter- I win, and the status quo once again prevails.”
Veronica gazed at Logan, suddenly annoyed. Apparently, the status quo was her reputation for failing, for defying authority, for being a screw up. She wondered if he knew he had insulted her, if he even cared. “Nice to know you think so highly of me.”
His grin faded slightly, and he shrugged. “It's not that serious.”
“It is to me,” she responded, an edge in her voice.
Logan leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest as he examined Veronica’s face. “Heard good ol’ Pizzy is going to be a dad, too.”
She sighed wearily, picturing the figurative knife Logan was currently shoving deeper into her chest. “Who told you that?”
His smile was small, but gentle. “Dick. He heard it on some radio show,” he chuckled. Immediately, the grin was gone. “What happened.”
“Does it matter?”
“Color me insanely curious.”
Veronica shrugged, meeting his gaze. “We grew apart, and he...he started seeing another girl. Her name is Amberly and of course, she’s gorgeous,” the bitter smile was on her face before she could stop it. “Total rocker chick.”
The look in Logan’s eyes was unreadable. “You guys broke up because he was seeing another girl, or he left you because he was seeing another girl?”
Veronica blinked rapidly at Logan’s question, her gaze quickly dropping to her plate. “I still don’t know,” she lied.
He nodded, deciding then to drop the discussion at hand. “Okay. He was your only one and only?”
She smiled briefly. “No...there was Garrison. He worked for the FBI. He kind of looked like Blair Underwood-”
Logan gave her a surprised grin, his eyebrows rising. “So you dipped in the dark chocolate, huh? Never would’ve thought...”
Veronica smirked. “Oh, like you didn’t!”
“I totally did, but I find myself liking the mocha a bit more these days-”
“Can I help you with anything, Logan?”
Veronica froze, lifting her head. There was Carmen Ruiz, hair curly and pinned prettily so strands fell down to her shoulders. She held a black notepad and wore a similar look of surprise on her face. “Carmen?”
Carmen’s mouth dropped, and she smiled happily. “Veronica! Oh my God! How are you?”
“Fine,” she sat, stiffly returning the quick hug Carmen gave her. “You?”
“Wonderful! I’m fabulous- Neptune’s fabulous! You came back at the right time.”
Veronica laughed slightly. “I’m thinking I did! I just keep running into people...” she trailed off, gesturing at Logan.
“Just like old times, huh? You’re lucky you ran into some familiar people, nearly everyone left and didn’t come back. Don’t leave- my shift’s over in an hour.” Carmen’s gaze moved to Logan, and something changed in her eyes. “Are you free tonight?” she asked quietly.
Logan’s smile was unmistakable, Veronica knew it well. That knowing, wicked grin that had turned her on so many times in their relationship, and oh God, he was sleeping with Carmen Ruiz.
“I’m working tonight,” Logan responded, his grin growing.
Carmen bit back a smile, peering at him through her curls, and it was like Veronica wasn’t even there. “I can bring over a snack...”
Veronica felt like throwing up in mortification, or punching Logan upside the head. Maybe both.
Logan shook his head slowly. “Can’t. Unfortunately, I have a deadline,” he paused, gazing up at Carmen. “I could maybe use some breakfast, though...” he smiled as Carmen slowly smiled. “What do you say, doll?”
“We’ll see,” Carmen said with a dismissive wave, and Logan laughed as she stuck her pen behind her ear. “Can I get you anything?”
“A check?”
She smirked, backing away from their table. “It’ll be at the register.”
Logan cringed playfully. “Ouch.”
Veronica’s scowl was on Logan now as Carmen walked away. He watched Carmen leave, and she leaned over, swiping at his arm and getting his attention. “Exactly how many girls are you sleeping with?” she hissed.
“Two,” he whispered, more than amused by her reaction.
She shook her head in disgust, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Just when she thought he had changed for the better, he managed to prove her undoubtedly wrong. “Good to know some things never change.”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh, shut up. It’s just sex. Carmen knows what it is, I know what it is. We’re both adults.”
Veronica laughed skeptically. “So, casual sex is still one of your many addictions?”
“Good sex. You clearly haven’t had any in a couple of years- my chippies know it’s not serious. They’re in it for satisfaction, just like me.”
“So, what, you take them to a hotel?”
“No, I take them to my condo. I romance them, fuck them, then I cook them breakfast and give them a ride home the next morning,” he smiled. “Call it the Echolls Special.”
She stared at him with slight revulsion, yet strangely grateful for the familiarity of their discussion. “You haven’t changed one bit.”
“You’d be surprised.” Logan said dryly, staring at her hard. “Jealous?”
Veronica snorted. “Not in the slightest.”
Logan smirked. “All right...” he sang softly, glancing off to the side at the balcony. Something caught his eye, and he grinned slowly.
Veronica’s gaze followed Logan’s, falling on the group of leggy, attractive women near the balcony, all three watching Logan with hungry eyes. Potential trophy wives, apparently. All wore diamonds and heels, and Veronica wagered that they were all named Heather.
She glanced at Logan, then back at the girls, making sure they were looking at him. Of course they were, and the tall brunette in the middle was currently attempting to have eye sex with him. And of course, she would be.
Logan was evidently Neptune’s most eligible, richest, and attractive bachelor.
Veronica cleared her throat loudly. “Logan.”
His eyes darted in her direction, and he was back, the lazy smile was back on his face. “So, tell me about your trials and tribulations in the FBI. What exact moment of insubordination prompted them to fire your tiny ass?”
She sighed wearily, not wanting to talk about the FBI thing again. It was definitely the last thing she wanted to discuss. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Whatever you want.”
She glanced at the balcony, where more trophy wives had gathered like a bunch of vultures around their prey. Logan’s eyes had drifted back to the balcony as well, and he eyed the women, sizing them up.
Veronica suddenly felt lonely.
She remembered when Logan only had eyes for her, nearly ten years ago. His whole world had revolved around her and trying to make her happy, and she was comfortable, at least for a little while, in that little bubble of suffocating, intense love. Now, he barely acknowledged her when she was just three feet away. He was more interested in the skanks over at stage left. Their past barely made a blip on his radar, and he had moved on.
Veronica was definitely lonely.
She missed what she had just experienced in an hour-long lunch. Conversation and laughter. Dry humor. Naughty jokes and sordid stories. Silly tales of times past. She missed having a conversation with a close friend. Yet, strangely enough, and more than anything, she missed the physical. The loneliness was always worst when there was absolutely nothing to look forward to, nothing at all.
A smile perked on Logan’s lips, and oh, God, he was still so very attractive. He was healthy and successful and a respectable citizen and downright hot. Everything she had wished for when they dated. He had become the man she had needed him to be all those years ago.
At the moment, a one-night stand wasn't looking like such a bad idea. It would drastically help with her depression, and Logan was much better than a random guy. If he could partake in casual, no-strings-attached sex, she didn't see why she couldn't. At least she knew the sex would be fantastic.
Or maybe that was just the wine talking.
She wasn’t thinking straight, which was probably why she leaned over, resting her hand on Logan’s wrist. She hesitated for a moment before running her fingertips along the inside of his exposed forearm, immediately capturing his attention.
A tried and true method. He always responded to her touch, right there. That touch had gotten her many favors, had gotten him to bend when he had previously refused. Her magic touch.
“So,” she purred, fixing him with a firm, powerful, and knowing stare. “What does a girl have to do to get the Echolls Special?”A look Veronica couldn’t place flashed in Logan’s eyes, and she fought to keep the smile on her face. “I’m just curious...”
He leaned forward, gazing at her suggestively, and her smile was there, bright and genuine until his hand clamped down on hers. The look in his eyes was hard and almost blank now. “It was never just sex with you,” he said with a hint of annoyance, quietly and just for her ears. “You ought to know that by now,” he released her, leaning back in his seat and glancing around the restaurant.
Anywhere but her.
Veronica pulled her arm back underneath the table, as she felt her face heat up with the embarrassment of Logan’s rejection. With the shame of her obvious desperation. With the realization that she had attempted to use Logan, and he hadn’t fallen for it. “You know what? I-I’m going to...”
“Let me walk you to your car.”
Her head shot up, her confused eyes locking on his. “Huh?”
As always, Logan paid for their lunch, and to Veronica’s surprise, he left a hearty tip for all the waitresses working on that shift, including Carmen. She wasn’t surprised by the cheerful goodbyes he got from the employees, he probably kept them all well-paid.
They walked in silence to her car, Logan’s hands buried in his pockets, and Veronica’s arms crossed tightly over her chest. She glanced at him as they neared her silver Saturn, noticing that he wasn’t even paying her any mind, focusing intently on the sidewalk.
As they reached her car, she forced a grin on her face, unhooking her keys from her belt loop. “Thanks for the lunch,” she said, trying in vain to keep her voice light and friendly. Ultimately, she was trying not to die of embarrassment in front of him.
Logan nodded quickly, pulling his hands out of his pockets. With them came a small, white business card in his left hand. “This is my new home number,” he said quietly, pulling a small, sleek pen out of his back pocket. “And,” he clicked the pen, starting to write on the back of the card. “My new cell number that no one but very important people get. Consider yourself lucky.”
He handed over the card, watching as Veronica inspected it. He tapped a corner, raising his eyebrows. “My work number and e-mail are on there, too,” he said matter-of-factly.
Veronica stared at the card, noting the professional-looking “Talk Magazine” logo- simple font, “Talk” was large and underlined, with a large circle above the T. His name was to the right, and under it was “Columnist.” Beneath it were his work number, as well as his e-mail.
That checked out. He actually had a legitimate job.
“Just in case you need anything,” Logan continued, slipping his pen back into his pocket. He pulled out a pair of sunglasses from his breast pocket, opening them up. “You know. A ride, dinner, shoulder to cry on, partner in crime...”
Veronica smiled faintly, tucking the card in her back pocket. “If I need anything-”
“Which you won’t.”
“I’ll give you a call,” she finished, undeterred. She was quiet for a moment, wondering if he was giving her the card out of consideration, or because he really wanted to. She decided then she didn’t want to know the truth, allowing the moment of kindness to pass. “What are you up to?”
He shrugged, glancing over her head at the cars passing by. “I have to get back to the office, pick up my laptop. Go to a meeting. Then I’m done until tonight,” he finally glanced down at her, a fine dreariness in his eyes that she hadn’t noticed before. “What are you doing with yourself?”
She laughed slightly. “I guess I’m hanging with Harmony.”
He nodded, a heavy sigh escaping him. “She’s cool. Keith did her good, she’s really happy now...” he trailed off, nodding. “It was nice seeing you again, Veronica.”
Veronica gave Logan a smile, nodding once. “It was nice,” she agreed.
Logan tilted forward, then seemed to catch himself, nodding again with a smile and holding his hand out. “We should do this again.”
She nodded once more, taking his hand and shaking it loosely. She had caught his mistake- he was going to hug her, or kiss her, or something. An instinctive move, and he had stopped himself. She was disappointed and grateful all the same. “I’ll call you.”
“I’ll be waiting,” Before she could respond, he had slipped his sunglasses over his eyes, giving her a brief smile. “Have a good one, Mars.”
Without another word, he turned, walking away from her and down the sidewalk.
Veronica watched him go, an overwhelmingly heavy loneliness dropping down on her shoulders. He didn’t look back, didn’t hesitate, just kept walking away like he had done that afternoon in the Hearst cafeteria. For about two hours, she had felt like she was truly back to a Neptune she understood and appreciated, only to have jolting reminders of the actual reality.
Logan wasn’t her Logan anymore. He was more confident, more mature, successful, happy. A man. She was pleased over this development, but at the same time, she didn’t recognize him at all. He was a complete stranger.
Everything had changed, morphing and growing into this new town with new people she didn’t recognize. She didn’t even know her father anymore.
Her lips pressed together tightly and she refused to dwell on it any longer, walking around to the driver’s side door and climbing inside. It was time to go back home and rebuild her life.
Hopefully, luck would be on her side.