La Douleur Exquise! (Logan/Veronica, Duncan/Veronica) R
Title: La Douleur Exquise! (14/15)
Author: Me
Pairing/Character: Logan, Veronica, Logan/Veronica, Duncan/Veronica
Word Count: 5789
Rating: R
Summary: “How do we do this?” Logan asked in a quiet voice. “How do we start all sweet and perfect and end up like this?”
Spoilers/Warnings: Only up to "One Angry Veronica" (spoiler-wise). However, this story takes place after "Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner"
Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Part Ten || Part Eleven || Part Twelve || Part Thirteen || Part Fourteen || Part Fifteen
Now...
Logan’s eyes opened, blinking rapidly as he focused on the ceiling. His vision didn’t get any less blurry, and he felt the beginnings of a headache forming. His arm was sore, mainly because Veronica was sleeping on top of it, her arm flung over his stomach. With a sharp intake of breath, he shifted slightly, trying not to wake her.
Nothing happened, although he knew things definitely had gone in a new direction several times during the night. He had to applaud himself for staying strong, especially considering Veronica’s murmurs and heavy breathing had been almost enough to send him over the edge. He had found himself reaching into his pocket for a condom at least twice, and quickly withdrew when he came up empty-handed.
If he slept with her, everything would change. Everything would change, and he just wasn’t ready for that.
Pulling his arm out from under Veronica, he sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. He glanced over his shoulder at her, watching her sleep. A smile crept on his face at the sight of her looking all too innocent and peaceful, her hair all over the place and her makeup just a little bit smeared. Spots of shimmery makeup- it had to be her eyeshadow- decorated the maroon pillowcase. Her dress was wrapped haphazardly around her body, the skirt gathering around her thighs and he reached over, carefully fixing the skirt so her legs were covered.
This was the way he wanted to wake up every morning, he decided as he stole another quiet glimpse of her sleeping form before standing, stumbling to the door. He picked up his dress shirt, which had been thrown across the room by Veronica several hours before on the way, slipping it on.
He opened the door as quietly as possible, moving out of the room and closing the door. He started to fasten the buttons of his white shirt before changing his mind, glancing to the side and catching Wallace sitting in front of the television, playing a video game with the sound muted. His jacket was thrown over the couch, his loose tie hanging off his neck, and his dress shirt unbuttoned all the way, his white wife beater peeking out.
Logan smirked, more than amused that Wallace was nearly his mirror image, except smaller. And there was the whole skin color thing, but that was neither here or there when one was hung over and still half-asleep.
“Hey-” Wallace placed a finger to his lips, gesturing at Cora, asleep, curled into a ball on the other couch. Logan watched the girl sleep for a moment before heading for the bar. “What time is it?” He said quietly, rubbing his sore arm.
“Ten-thirty.” He stifled a groan as his player was defeated, taking the moment to watch Logan dig through the cooler resting on the bar counter. “We lost most of our group. A bunch of them left to go to Dick’s party, some of the others are in Duncan’s room sleeping, Mac and Cassidy, too, I think. Weevil took Carmen home about two hours ago.”
Logan pulled a warm can of soda from the cooler, shaking off the melted ice. “Where’s Jackie?”
“In the other bathroom, brushing her teeth.”
“Where the hell did she get a toothbrush?”
“Jackie Cook is always prepared, my rich friend.” Logan walked across the room, opening the soda can. He kicked Wallace with his foot, and he slid over, making room. “You guys were pretty quiet.”
“Nothing happened.” He took a swig of warm soda, nearly gagging and cursing himself for not at least having coffee beforehand. “It’s safe to say you and Jackie went further than us.”
Wallace smirked, tossing a controller at Logan, who caught it. He set down his soda, entering himself into the game. “Jackie’s cool. More cool when she’s drunk, but she’s cool.” He frowned, glancing at Logan. “Where’s V?”
“Passed out in my bedroom- dude, you cannot dropkick me from across the street, get your ass over on my side.” Jackie stumbled out of Duncan’s bedroom, rubbing her eyes. Logan quickly glanced at her before returning his attention to the television. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Jackie sighed, flopping down next to Cora. The girl didn’t move, except to bury her face deeper into the couch pillow. “I am so freaking tired. They were playing video games until, like, five in the morning. I had to sleep on Wallace’s lap.”
“Are you complaining?” Wallace shot back with a pleased smile, trying to knock away Logan’s remote before he could beat him.
“I’M complaining, touch my controller again and I will kick your ass.” Logan snapped, trying to regain command of his man.
Logan’s bedroom door slid open, and Veronica walked out, yawning loudly. Jackie gave her a short wave as the boys ignored her, playing their game intently. “Morning, Veronica.”
“Morning.” Veronica muttered sleepily, plodding barefoot around the couch and flopping down next to Logan, resting her head on his arm.
He pulled his arm out from underneath her, wrapping it around her. Determined, he continued to play at this awkward angle, not really minding as Veronica gathered her knees to her chest, then stretched out, resting her legs on his lap. “Finally awake...God dammit.” He mumbled, frowning as Wallace continued his ass-kicking.
“How long have you been up?”
“Not long, ten minutes?” He groaned as Wallace beat him, throwing the remote down. “Fuck this.” Wallace began to snicker, and Logan shot him a glare. “Fuck you, too.”
“Hey...” Wallace said suddenly as he turned off the game. “Are we gonna try to room together, man?”
Logan stared at him, confused. He planted a light kiss on Veronica’s temple, rubbing her arm with his thumb. “What- like, now?”
“No, dumbass- at UCSD.”
Veronica closed her eyes, trying not to let the conversation bother her. She was abruptly thrown out of the group, this discussion being only for the three other conscious people in the room. Inhaling Logan’s still strong cologne, she licked her lips, wrapping her arm around his waist and nestling as close to him as possible without climbing on his lap.
“Yeah, why not. Could be fun.” Logan said, throwing his feet on top of the coffee table. Duncan’s bedroom door opened, and several Neptune High students exited, either sitting on the couch or wandering aimlessly. Mac and Cassidy sat on top of the coffee table, both appearing to still be half-asleep.
Wallace nodded briefly, sliding to the floor and checking out the other games thrown about. “Cool.”
Logan turned to Veronica, a small, wicked smile forming on his face. “Hey, I forgot to ask you last night...” He murmured so only she could hear. “When was the last time you had really good sex?” She stared at him, and appeared to be genuinely thinking. He nodded, fighting back a smile. “Yeah, if you can’t remember, that’s a bad thing.” A pause. “No wonder you’ve been trying to get me to do you...”
“Shut up.” She whispered, nudging him. She glanced nervously at Wallace, then Jackie. Both appeared to be not interested in their conversation, Jackie digging in her purse and Wallace still searching amongst the video games.
A loud, sharp knock came at the front door, stopping everyone cold. No one moved, and seconds later, another knock. Logan glanced over his shoulder at the door as Wallace stood up, walking towards it.
He opened the door, and there was Lamb and six police officers. Then, right behind them was Celeste Kane, pure fury in her eyes. Veronica sat up abruptly, watching them storm in. Next to her, Logan observed the scene calmly, a small smirk appearing on his face.
The police were like repellent, the other kids in the room quickly heading for the door. Mac quickly shoved a bottle of champagne under the couch before dashing after Cora and Cassidy. “Party’s over- see you guys at school!” She called before disappearing out the door.
“We’re looking for Duncan Kane.” Lamb said loudly, looking around the room. The other cops barged into Duncan and Logan’s room.
Veronica stiffened as Logan stood, placing his thumbs in his pockets as he watched the officers walk around. She recognized that look, cocky and defiant, and unable to keep the smirk from his face. Lamb stopped in front of him, eyeing him suspiciously as he crossed his arms over his chest. Surprisingly, she was, at that moment, completely void of perceptible emotion, unable to feel anything other than a dull shock, and unwilling to figure out what other feelings were lingering just below the surface.
“Search the entire floor.” Lamb continued. “Let’s go.” He pointed at Jackie and Wallace, attempting to head for the door. “DON’T move.”
Logan gave Lamb a wide-eyed look. “What seems to be the problem, officer?”
“Oh, like you don’t know.” Celeste spat, glaring at Logan. Then, her gaze traveled to Veronica, eying her hair, then her outfit, her eyes narrowing into thin slits. “I should’ve known she would be here.”
“Duncan Kane and one Sara Santos have appeared to have vanished into thin air.” Lamb said, ignoring Celeste. “Meg Manning and Baby Girl Manning have disappeared from their hospital room, along with a wheelchair and several medical documents and paraphernalia. There also seems to be over one hundred thousand dollars removed from your buddy’s account. Getting the picture?”
Logan glanced at Veronica, who stared at him in shock. “No, not really. What exactly are you implying?”
“We think,” Lamb continued, talking slow as if Logan were a child. “That Duncan Kane, with the help of Nurse Sara Santos, took Meg Manning and Baby Girl Manning and ran for it.”
“Ran for what?” He asked, insincere concern in his eyes.
“Tell me where my son is!” Celeste demanded suddenly, rushing up to Logan. “I cannot believe this was entirely his idea- you two had something to do with it!”
“You two?” Veronica finally spoke up, standing and glaring at Celeste. “I just woke up.”
“We were sleeping, Celeste.” Logan added, shrugging.
Celeste faced Veronica, the realization that Veronica was no longer involved with Duncan dawning on her. The realization that she had spent the night with Logan, not her son. “You little slut!”
“HEY.” Logan barked, stepping between her and Veronica. “You leave her out of this.”
Celeste shook her head in disbelief, scowling at Logan. “I always knew you were trash- you took my son down with you with your stupid idea.”
“I didn’t take your son anywhere.” He replied sharply, glaring at her. “If you were a better mother, you would know where Duncan was.” A pause. “I don’t. I have no idea, and you’re running out of options.”
Lamb laughed slightly, shaking his head. “Echolls, stop playing games. Just tell us where Duncan is, so we can bring him and his little family home and you won’t be arrested.”
With a shrug, Logan began to turn away from the two. “No clue, dude.”
“Tell me where my son is, you little shit!” Celeste went to grab him, managing to get his shirt before Lamb quickly pulled her away. “Where is my son?” She demanded, jerking out of Lamb’s grasp. “Where’s Duncan?”
“I have NO idea.” Logan said loudly, adjusting his shirt. “And unless you have a warrant to search the place, I think you should get the hell out.”
Lamb pushed Celeste at Sacks, pointing to the door. “Get her out of here.” He snapped, running a hand through his hair as Celeste continued her tirade. “Mrs. Kane, I will handle this- you need to relax.” He faced Logan, giving Veronica a quick look before continuing. “Where is Duncan, Logan?”
Logan shrugged once more. “No. Clue.” A smirk. “I plead the fifth...withhold my right to the first amendment. Whatever.”
“Echolls, you know something, I know it.” Lamb said quietly, a dark look filling his eyes. “And when I find out what it is, I’m going to gladly charge you with being an accessory to a crime, as well as obstruction of justice.”
Logan sighed, glancing at the ceiling. “You can’t prove a thing. Besides, even if I did...it’s his daughter. You guys can’t do shit.”
“Duncan Kane was in the middle of a custody battle with the Manning family, did you know that?” Logan didn’t say a word, watching Lamb carefully. “The Mannings were in the middle of acquiring an investigation into your buddy’s mental state, and his capability of caring for an infant. In fact, they were trying to withhold custody rights to both Duncan and his little girlfriend, because they were unfit to be parents. Did you know that?”
Logan remained stubbornly silent, his face blank.
Veronica’s jaw clenched as she listened to Lamb, her hands shaking. She quickly clasped her hands together, inhaling as Lamb continued.
“A judge stopped your buddy and Meg Manning from gaining custody until it could be proven that they were fit parents and could rightfully and safely provide for their baby girl. Did you know that?” Lamb continued, a smirk forming on his face as Logan’s steady gaze suddenly faltered.
“Of course, you didn’t.” Lamb said, unable to keep the disdain from his voice any longer. “All you cared about was your friend and sticking it to The Man, huh? Well, if we find out Duncan left the wonderful state of California...” He sighed, heading for the door. “And the FBI gets involved, they’re going to see you first. And then it’s out of our hands, isn’t it?” He held onto the doorknob, staring at Veronica, smirk intact. “Have a great weekend.”
Veronica shook her head, heading for Logan’s bedroom before the door had even closed behind Lamb. Logan didn’t look at Wallace and Jackie before going after her.
Wallace glanced at Jackie, shrugging, if only because there was nothing else to do at that point. “It’s not a party until the Neptune police show up.” He said dryly.
Logan stopped in his tracks inside the room as he watched Veronica gather her purse and her shoes. She wandered aimlessly for a moment before slamming her things on the dresser, her back to him. Just like that, the good mood was gone. Long gone. “Veronica.”
“Logan...”
He watched her carefully, anxiously scratching the back of his head. “Veronica...I- I had to. I had to help Duncan get out of-” He let out a huff of breath, shaking his head. “I had to. I couldn’t-”
She slammed her hands down on the table, silencing him. Spinning around, she fixed a hard glare in his direction. “You could’ve gotten arrested! How stupid are you?”
“He’s my FRIEND.” He snapped, unable to stop the rise in his voice.
Wallace’s eyes widened at the shout coming from the bedroom, and he quickly grabbed Jackie’s arm, pulling her to her feet. “That’s our cue.” He muttered, leading her to the door. “Let me take you home, Jackie.”
“The limo’s gone!”
“I’ll get a damn cab, c’mon...”
Veronica’s eyebrows rose, and she nodded in mock understanding. “Of course! His friendship is worth going to jail for a couple of years, give or take. I get it now...”
“What if it is?” He shot back, glaring at her. “You have no idea what Duncan means-”
“I know exactly what he means to you, Logan.” She interrupted, her voice shaking with anger. “He means adding another mark on your criminal record, and possibly being arrested by the FBI. Great job.”
Logan shook his head, inhaling deeply. “Come on, Veronica, let’s be honest.” He said with more than a hint of aggravation. “The only reason you’re upset is because this plan didn’t involve you.”
She laughed in disbelief. “Oh, please! I’m not upset you helped Duncan- I’m GLAD you helped him. I’m upset because you and Duncan could’ve gotten in big trouble! You could’ve been put in jail for good, Logan!”
“Oh, like I’m not going to jail for this Felix thing?”
“What does that have to-”
“I am going to JAIL, Veronica!” He shouted, gritting his teeth in emphasis. “I am going to jail if I don’t get this settled- Weevil thinks Thumper-”
Her eyes narrowed as she took a step towards him. “Thumper?” She froze, remember what Hector said at the prom. “Oh my God, Logan- what did you and Weevil do to Thumper?” She shook her head, unable to believe just how stupid and gullible she was. “What did you do?”
Logan’s jaw clenched, and now he avoided her gaze, staring at the floor. “We took care of it.”
Her mouth went slack before her face contorted into a mask of repulsion. “Oh my God.” She remembered Thumper’s face, the condition of his body, the slight limp, the marks on his neck that couldn’t have just been fists and feet; and felt so very sickened. “Oh my God.”
“Listen, Veronica-”
“You could’ve been arrested again.” She said dully. “If he goes to the cops, they will arrest you and Weevil and this time you won’t be getting out.”
He laughed slightly, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about me, Weevil and I have it covered. Thumper’s not going anywhere and we’re close to finding out who-”
“You...” She stopped herself as she heard how ugly her voice sounded then, how hate-filled it was. “You’re doing it again, Logan!”
“Doing WHAT?” He said, his voice rising to a shout.
“What you always do! You lie and you’re an asshole and you do these stupid things! You don’t think! You fucking go back to- what is it about me that makes you do that?” She let out a sharp breath, looking up at him. “Why do you hide things from me?”
He jabbed a finger at her, a dark look filling his eyes. “I have never-”
Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, you want me to start the list?” When he didn’t answer, she shook her head in revulsion, whirling around and gathering her shoes and purse. Without looking at him, she stomped past him out of the room, heading for the door. “I’m such an idiot.” She muttered angrily.
“Just TRUST ME.” He yelled, rushing after her. “Stop accusing me of things, stop getting suspicious-”
She spun around, the glare already in place. “STOP doing this shit and I’ll start trusting you! I-I defend you to everyone and you make me look like an moron!” Her lip curled in disgust. “You’re such an idiot.”
“Oh, you wound me, Mars.” He said coldly.
“I specifically asked you about Thumper and Duncan,” She said quietly, trying to keep her voice firm. “I asked you and you lied to me.” She lowered her head, wiping at the corners of her eyes with her thumb. “You told me to trust you and I did. I trusted you and you lied to me, Logan.”
He took a tentative step towards her. “I did it to protect you.”
Her head jerked up, and she fixed him with a glare, enough to stop him in his tracks. “HOW.”
“Because I don’t want you involved! You get involved, and the PCHers go after you. You get involved, and you get arrested. That’s WHY we didn’t ask for your help, that’s WHY Duncan didn’t come to you. We’re all trying to protect you.”
“Who said I needed protecting from anything, Logan? Who?”
Logan’s mouth opened, then closed, finally at a loss for words. “I...” He shrugged, staring up at the ceiling. “I thought you needed to be protected.” His head lowered, his gaze locking on hers. “I thought you didn’t need any of this.” When she didn’t answer, still scowling, he sighed. “I can’t stop now, Veronica. Weevil and I are so fucking close-”
“FINE.” She snapped, cutting him off. “Fine, Logan. Look- I don’t want to know about it. Any of it. This thing with Weevil, the Duncan thing- I don’t want to know. Do whatever the hell you want, and don’t fucking tell me about it, you hear me?”
His eyes narrowed as she turned, heading for the door once more. “What the hell, Veronica?” He called, taking a step towards her. “We were fine and-”
“I- I see you, and I think it could work!” Veronica exclaimed, blinking back frustrated tears as she turned towards him yet again. “I think we can be together and be happy and normal but then you DO something...”
“Oh, I’m always at fault, here? This is so fucking like you, Veronica.”
“No! That’s not what I meant-” She shook her head, clutching her shoes tightly against her chest. Here it was, the uncontrollable urge to let him in on her feelings, but this time her mouth wasn’t listening to her mind, wasn’t shutting up and wasn’t just running out the door before this went any further. “Sometimes, I think the only way we can be around each other is if we’re fighting or kissing- then there are times I look at you and I see it.”
Her voice was quiet now, and she saw most of the anger in Logan’s eyes evaporate. “I feel it- I want you. All of you and I want it to be about us again...” She trailed off, shaking her head. “Logan, we’re been together for, like, two months and we’re already fighting.”
“That’s what we DO, Veronica!” He said with a laugh. He began to relax slightly, grateful that they were past the Duncan and Thumper issues. “We fight and we yell and we throw things! Fine!” He lowered his voice, sighing. “If we weren’t fighting at least once a day...then, I would be worried.”
“Not like this, we’re not supposed to fight like this.”
“To be fair, you started it.”
“DON’T joke around with me, Logan, not right now.” Veronica snapped, glaring at him. “Don’t you dare.” She let out a shaky breath, licking her lips. “I can’t believe Duncan would ever do something like this. I can’t believe it.”
Something ugly filled Logan then, and he wasn’t quite sure what it was. Disappointment? Anger? Sadness? Hate? Before he could control it- “Well, honey, you’re in for a treat because it was completely his idea. Logan Echolls wasn’t behind it this time.”
She eyed him, that now all-too-familiar disgust creeping into her eyes again. “Did that make you feel better about yourself? You and Duncan are now on equal ground? Makes you feel all warm inside?” She asked icily.
“Well, yeah- it’s good to know our favorite golden boy makes mistakes, too.” He paused. “Not that the whole Meg thing didn’t prove that to begin with...”
“Is that what this is about, Logan?” Veronica asked suddenly, her eyes narrowing. “All this because you were jealous of Duncan?” He laughed, and she shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.”
He stabbed a finger at her, scowling. There was that feeling again, that dark- too dark- feeling, that rage, hatred, sorrow, disappointment, fear- all rolled into one. He despised it. “Just answer one question for me, Veronica, and do it honestly. Don’t spare my fucking feelings, all right?” She nodded coldly, clutching her things tighter over her chest. “If the crap at the rave didn’t happen, and Meg never became pregnant- would you be with me, right now?”
Her eyes widened at his question before she chuckled dryly. “If I had known you were going to go right back into-”
“That’s not what I FUCKING asked you.” He snapped.
Veronica’s jaw clenched, and she lifted her head defiantly. “No.”
Logan’s lips pressed together, waiting for the sting of her answer to subdue. It never did. “Thank you for your honesty.”
* * * * *
Duncan watched the small child through the blankets wrapped around her face, eyes squeezed shut. He gently touched her cheek, tracing his fingers over the outline of her tiny face. “Hi, Lilly.” He said with a small smile, his eyes widening slightly as the baby stirred.
His father had definitely pulled through, organizing the family jet to pick them up as soon as they arrived at the private airport, ready to take off. It had taken weeks of convincing, but Jake had agreed, and afterwards informed his son he was contacting the best lawyer in California to help them with their case. No one messed with Jake Kane’s son.
He was sure his mother could win an Oscar with the performance she was pulling right now. Stall Lamb and the others long enough for her son and his family to get on the plane. As soon as they realized what she was doing, they would be long gone. Celeste knew no jury would sympathize with abusive, pompous parents over two good kids madly in love with a child. At least, that was the story they were sticking with.
For all the disdain and anger he felt toward his parents, Duncan Kane had to admit that they loved him.
Nurse Sara leaned over, handing Duncan a bottle. “Miss Manning is still healing, so you’re going to have to do this, okay?”
Meg turned on her side awkwardly, reclined over a couple of stretched out seats, watching the scene. She tried to ignore the sharp pain still coursing from her torso through her body, letting out a sigh. “You’re a natural.”
“Still learning,” He said with a slight laugh, his eyebrows rising as Lilly took the bottle. Finally ripping his gaze away from his child, he smiled at Meg. “How do you feel?”
“Still sore.” She was quiet for a moment, thinking about the first hospital visit. “Did you tell Veronica about this?”
“No.” He smiled down at Lilly. “Tried to call Logan, though. He didn’t answer...was probably getting drunk somewhere.” He sat still as Sara adjusted his arm before fixing Lilly’s blankets. “I left him a voicemail, telling him about the plan. He got it.”
Meg’s eyes held Duncan’s gaze. “Do you think he told Veronica?”
“Of course. She’s probably pissed, but she’ll get over it. She can help us out, now.” He nodded to himself. “I’ll call her later.” He murmured, unable to stop the grin from forming on his face as the sight of his daughter drifting back into sleep.
* * * * *
A lot of time had passed, Veronica noted as she stared at the wall. Her shoes and purse hung loosely off her fingers as she leaned against the couch, unable to look at Logan. Shame had surged through her at a tormenting pace, and now she had settled into a quiet state of disappointment.
Somehow, she knew it was always going to end up like this.
She knew Logan was to the right of her, somewhere to the right. He had sat down at some point, she thought, because wherever he went, he wasn’t moving, but she could hear his breathing. A cough, and a sniff. Small things like that. But he never spoke. Not until now.
“How do we do this?” Logan asked in a quiet voice. “How do we start all sweet and perfect and end up like this?”
“I don’t know.” She muttered, lowering her head. “Logan, I didn’t mean what I said...”
“Yeah, you did. But that’s okay.” He stood from his place against the bar, walking towards Veronica. “Hey.” He stopped as she nearly flinched at the nearness of their bodies, swaying back slightly. “Hey.” He tried again, firmly this time.
She shook her head, wiping at her eyes as she pushed off the couch, straightening up. “I can’t stop being angry, Logan. I can’t stop and I hate it.” A long pause. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“Maybe this isn’t going to work.” He whispered before he could stop himself. Was this the truth? Did it have to be? He didn’t even know anymore. “I...I need to finish what I’m doing. If you can’t stand by me...”
Her head lifted, eyes widening as she stared up at him. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“No- I don’t know.” He shrugged helplessly. “I can’t let you get hurt, and if being with me while I’m doing this gets you hurt, then...”
Her body stiffened as he trailed off, and she hated herself for not saying anything to make this all better. For refusing to stand by him while he found the truth through violence and hate. She just couldn’t.
“Yeah” He murmured, shrugging again. “I can’t...there’s nothing keeping me here, Veronica.”
“What about me?” She whispered.
“What about you? Do you even want me here? Us?” She clenched her jaw, and he took a step forward, closer, and was relieved when she didn’t move away. “Tell me to stay. Tell me it’s okay.” She stayed silent. “Tell me you can trust me.”
She said nothing.
He was in front of her now, clenching his teeth together to keep himself from crumbling. “Tell me you love me.” He said, cursing himself as his voice shook. She didn’t answer, and he leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers and there were his damn hands shaking again. “Tell me.” He breathed.
Their lips touched softly, the kiss quickly intensifying. Veronica let out a shuddering breath when their lips separated, then crashed back, her mouth opening for him. Her things dropped to the floor as he pressed closer, his hands running down her waist before gripping her hips and pulling her against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, nearly faltering as his tongue entered her mouth, what was once something so natural and normal for them was now full of longing and lust and she nearly collapsed in his arms at the sensation.
A simple kiss turned desperate and full of want. In this one kiss, Veronica knew she was clinging to hope that it would convince him to see things her way, and that he was thinking the same way. She felt it again, how she felt when he whispered in her ear, when he touched her arm, when he even smiled at her...and she wanted to give in. It was the wrong time, but she felt that passion and wanted it so very bad.
Then, Logan had pulled away, breathing hard. Before he could stop himself, he had rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as his fingers rubbed against her hips. “We can’t do this.” He said, suddenly feeling dizzy.
She let out a shuddering breath, swallowing hard. Just like that, he forced them both back to reality, all the while touching her in that way that enforced those damn mixed signals, and she hated him for it. “I can’t believe you’re breaking up with me.” She pulled out of his grasp, shaking her head as she stumbled away from him, scooping up her belongings. “I can’t believe you.”
“Tell me to stay, Veronica.” He replied quickly, watching her carefully. “Please. Tell me you need me here. Tell me and I’ll do it. I’ll try.” She didn’t say a word, unable to, blinking back tears. He nodded quickly, wiping at his eyes before the tears could fall. “Yeah, I think this is it.”
“God...fuck you, Logan. You asshole.” She said, her voice trembling. He reached for her, his hand moving towards her face, and she quickly brushed him off, stepping aside.
Their eyes locked, and he began to move for her again. Before he could touch her, she had rushed past him, flinging the door open and running out.
Logan stared at the space she had just occupied, quickly rubbing at his eyes. Everything in him screamed to run after her, but his feet stayed stubbornly stuck to the floor. He heard the ding of the elevator, heard the doors open...then shut.
She was gone.
He walked to his bedroom numbly, scooping up his phone off the floor. Six missed calls.
One from Cliff. He made a mental note to call him later.
Three from Dick.
One from Duncan. He made another note to call him back.
And one from Weevil, just ten minutes earlier.
He stared at Weevil’s number, thinking of what Veronica said. This was his choice, it was all his to make. Call, and lose Veronica; or don’t and keep everything he worked for.
Silently, Logan pressed a button, putting the phone to his ear. As soon as Weevil picked up- “I’m in a bad mood, just get to the point.”
“It was Thumper.” Weevil said shakily, and Logan could hear him breathing hard. “He- he killed Felix and he...I don’t know how he did it but he killed him. I’m gonna destroy him.”
Logan jaw clenched. “Now, wait a minute.” His choice, and his choice alone. “At least let me hold him down for you.” He glanced at himself in the mirror and quickly turned away. She was right- he was an idiot and an asshole.
For some reason, it made no sense to prove her wrong now.
Then...
Veronica wrapped her bathrobe tighter around her body, for a moment enjoying the heat still coming off her body from that hot shower. It hadn’t stopped her body from aching or that headache from pounding, but it at least calmed her nerves.
She rubbed at her damp hair with her towel, heading for her bed. It was already decided that they wouldn’t tell Duncan about any of this. He didn’t need to know, no matter how they had ended their night.
Why did she kiss him again?
Veronica jumped as her phone rang, and she let out a huff of irritation. She picked up the phone, climbing into her bed. She pulled the blankets over her as she stared at Logan’s name flashing on her phone, and with sigh, answered the call. “Logan.”
A long pause. “Veronica.”
She rested her head on her pillow, closing her eyes. “Are you resting?”
“To the best of my abilities.”
“Good.”
“So, about this Duncan thing...”
Veronica’s eyes shot open, and she pressed her lips together. “Logan, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“Okay.” They were both silent, and Veronica slowly sat up, her shoulders slouching. “It’s going to be okay, Mars.”
Instead of agreeing, instead of even acknowledging his words, she closed her eyes. “I have to go, Logan.”
“Yeah.”
A second later, he had hung up.
She set down the phone calmly, placing her hands on her lap and staring straight ahead.
As soon as she blinked, everything came rushing back to her. Her and Duncan’s fight, her underlying desire to hang out with Logan without Duncan around, the tape of them in the pool house, the seemingly meaningless gift of candy and sunglasses, the dance, the severity of their encounter in the hotel room, the sight of Logan beaten on the floor, the hospital, the final car ride...
Most of all, she was still terrified. She didn’t know how she was going to explain any of this to anyone, or even to herself. Every emotion she fought when she was with Logan was rushing back and she couldn’t stop it. Everything was slowly spiraling out of control and she couldn’t fix it.
She knew nothing would ever be the same again, and she possibly didn’t want it to be.
Slowly, the tears fell down her face, and she crumbled, burying her face in her hands and sobbing.
Author: Me
Pairing/Character: Logan, Veronica, Logan/Veronica, Duncan/Veronica
Word Count: 5789
Rating: R
Summary: “How do we do this?” Logan asked in a quiet voice. “How do we start all sweet and perfect and end up like this?”
Spoilers/Warnings: Only up to "One Angry Veronica" (spoiler-wise). However, this story takes place after "Nobody Puts Baby in a Corner"
Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven || Part Eight || Part Nine || Part Ten || Part Eleven || Part Twelve || Part Thirteen || Part Fourteen || Part Fifteen
Now...
Logan’s eyes opened, blinking rapidly as he focused on the ceiling. His vision didn’t get any less blurry, and he felt the beginnings of a headache forming. His arm was sore, mainly because Veronica was sleeping on top of it, her arm flung over his stomach. With a sharp intake of breath, he shifted slightly, trying not to wake her.
Nothing happened, although he knew things definitely had gone in a new direction several times during the night. He had to applaud himself for staying strong, especially considering Veronica’s murmurs and heavy breathing had been almost enough to send him over the edge. He had found himself reaching into his pocket for a condom at least twice, and quickly withdrew when he came up empty-handed.
If he slept with her, everything would change. Everything would change, and he just wasn’t ready for that.
Pulling his arm out from under Veronica, he sat up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. He glanced over his shoulder at her, watching her sleep. A smile crept on his face at the sight of her looking all too innocent and peaceful, her hair all over the place and her makeup just a little bit smeared. Spots of shimmery makeup- it had to be her eyeshadow- decorated the maroon pillowcase. Her dress was wrapped haphazardly around her body, the skirt gathering around her thighs and he reached over, carefully fixing the skirt so her legs were covered.
This was the way he wanted to wake up every morning, he decided as he stole another quiet glimpse of her sleeping form before standing, stumbling to the door. He picked up his dress shirt, which had been thrown across the room by Veronica several hours before on the way, slipping it on.
He opened the door as quietly as possible, moving out of the room and closing the door. He started to fasten the buttons of his white shirt before changing his mind, glancing to the side and catching Wallace sitting in front of the television, playing a video game with the sound muted. His jacket was thrown over the couch, his loose tie hanging off his neck, and his dress shirt unbuttoned all the way, his white wife beater peeking out.
Logan smirked, more than amused that Wallace was nearly his mirror image, except smaller. And there was the whole skin color thing, but that was neither here or there when one was hung over and still half-asleep.
“Hey-” Wallace placed a finger to his lips, gesturing at Cora, asleep, curled into a ball on the other couch. Logan watched the girl sleep for a moment before heading for the bar. “What time is it?” He said quietly, rubbing his sore arm.
“Ten-thirty.” He stifled a groan as his player was defeated, taking the moment to watch Logan dig through the cooler resting on the bar counter. “We lost most of our group. A bunch of them left to go to Dick’s party, some of the others are in Duncan’s room sleeping, Mac and Cassidy, too, I think. Weevil took Carmen home about two hours ago.”
Logan pulled a warm can of soda from the cooler, shaking off the melted ice. “Where’s Jackie?”
“In the other bathroom, brushing her teeth.”
“Where the hell did she get a toothbrush?”
“Jackie Cook is always prepared, my rich friend.” Logan walked across the room, opening the soda can. He kicked Wallace with his foot, and he slid over, making room. “You guys were pretty quiet.”
“Nothing happened.” He took a swig of warm soda, nearly gagging and cursing himself for not at least having coffee beforehand. “It’s safe to say you and Jackie went further than us.”
Wallace smirked, tossing a controller at Logan, who caught it. He set down his soda, entering himself into the game. “Jackie’s cool. More cool when she’s drunk, but she’s cool.” He frowned, glancing at Logan. “Where’s V?”
“Passed out in my bedroom- dude, you cannot dropkick me from across the street, get your ass over on my side.” Jackie stumbled out of Duncan’s bedroom, rubbing her eyes. Logan quickly glanced at her before returning his attention to the television. “Good morning, beautiful.”
Jackie sighed, flopping down next to Cora. The girl didn’t move, except to bury her face deeper into the couch pillow. “I am so freaking tired. They were playing video games until, like, five in the morning. I had to sleep on Wallace’s lap.”
“Are you complaining?” Wallace shot back with a pleased smile, trying to knock away Logan’s remote before he could beat him.
“I’M complaining, touch my controller again and I will kick your ass.” Logan snapped, trying to regain command of his man.
Logan’s bedroom door slid open, and Veronica walked out, yawning loudly. Jackie gave her a short wave as the boys ignored her, playing their game intently. “Morning, Veronica.”
“Morning.” Veronica muttered sleepily, plodding barefoot around the couch and flopping down next to Logan, resting her head on his arm.
He pulled his arm out from underneath her, wrapping it around her. Determined, he continued to play at this awkward angle, not really minding as Veronica gathered her knees to her chest, then stretched out, resting her legs on his lap. “Finally awake...God dammit.” He mumbled, frowning as Wallace continued his ass-kicking.
“How long have you been up?”
“Not long, ten minutes?” He groaned as Wallace beat him, throwing the remote down. “Fuck this.” Wallace began to snicker, and Logan shot him a glare. “Fuck you, too.”
“Hey...” Wallace said suddenly as he turned off the game. “Are we gonna try to room together, man?”
Logan stared at him, confused. He planted a light kiss on Veronica’s temple, rubbing her arm with his thumb. “What- like, now?”
“No, dumbass- at UCSD.”
Veronica closed her eyes, trying not to let the conversation bother her. She was abruptly thrown out of the group, this discussion being only for the three other conscious people in the room. Inhaling Logan’s still strong cologne, she licked her lips, wrapping her arm around his waist and nestling as close to him as possible without climbing on his lap.
“Yeah, why not. Could be fun.” Logan said, throwing his feet on top of the coffee table. Duncan’s bedroom door opened, and several Neptune High students exited, either sitting on the couch or wandering aimlessly. Mac and Cassidy sat on top of the coffee table, both appearing to still be half-asleep.
Wallace nodded briefly, sliding to the floor and checking out the other games thrown about. “Cool.”
Logan turned to Veronica, a small, wicked smile forming on his face. “Hey, I forgot to ask you last night...” He murmured so only she could hear. “When was the last time you had really good sex?” She stared at him, and appeared to be genuinely thinking. He nodded, fighting back a smile. “Yeah, if you can’t remember, that’s a bad thing.” A pause. “No wonder you’ve been trying to get me to do you...”
“Shut up.” She whispered, nudging him. She glanced nervously at Wallace, then Jackie. Both appeared to be not interested in their conversation, Jackie digging in her purse and Wallace still searching amongst the video games.
A loud, sharp knock came at the front door, stopping everyone cold. No one moved, and seconds later, another knock. Logan glanced over his shoulder at the door as Wallace stood up, walking towards it.
He opened the door, and there was Lamb and six police officers. Then, right behind them was Celeste Kane, pure fury in her eyes. Veronica sat up abruptly, watching them storm in. Next to her, Logan observed the scene calmly, a small smirk appearing on his face.
The police were like repellent, the other kids in the room quickly heading for the door. Mac quickly shoved a bottle of champagne under the couch before dashing after Cora and Cassidy. “Party’s over- see you guys at school!” She called before disappearing out the door.
“We’re looking for Duncan Kane.” Lamb said loudly, looking around the room. The other cops barged into Duncan and Logan’s room.
Veronica stiffened as Logan stood, placing his thumbs in his pockets as he watched the officers walk around. She recognized that look, cocky and defiant, and unable to keep the smirk from his face. Lamb stopped in front of him, eyeing him suspiciously as he crossed his arms over his chest. Surprisingly, she was, at that moment, completely void of perceptible emotion, unable to feel anything other than a dull shock, and unwilling to figure out what other feelings were lingering just below the surface.
“Search the entire floor.” Lamb continued. “Let’s go.” He pointed at Jackie and Wallace, attempting to head for the door. “DON’T move.”
Logan gave Lamb a wide-eyed look. “What seems to be the problem, officer?”
“Oh, like you don’t know.” Celeste spat, glaring at Logan. Then, her gaze traveled to Veronica, eying her hair, then her outfit, her eyes narrowing into thin slits. “I should’ve known she would be here.”
“Duncan Kane and one Sara Santos have appeared to have vanished into thin air.” Lamb said, ignoring Celeste. “Meg Manning and Baby Girl Manning have disappeared from their hospital room, along with a wheelchair and several medical documents and paraphernalia. There also seems to be over one hundred thousand dollars removed from your buddy’s account. Getting the picture?”
Logan glanced at Veronica, who stared at him in shock. “No, not really. What exactly are you implying?”
“We think,” Lamb continued, talking slow as if Logan were a child. “That Duncan Kane, with the help of Nurse Sara Santos, took Meg Manning and Baby Girl Manning and ran for it.”
“Ran for what?” He asked, insincere concern in his eyes.
“Tell me where my son is!” Celeste demanded suddenly, rushing up to Logan. “I cannot believe this was entirely his idea- you two had something to do with it!”
“You two?” Veronica finally spoke up, standing and glaring at Celeste. “I just woke up.”
“We were sleeping, Celeste.” Logan added, shrugging.
Celeste faced Veronica, the realization that Veronica was no longer involved with Duncan dawning on her. The realization that she had spent the night with Logan, not her son. “You little slut!”
“HEY.” Logan barked, stepping between her and Veronica. “You leave her out of this.”
Celeste shook her head in disbelief, scowling at Logan. “I always knew you were trash- you took my son down with you with your stupid idea.”
“I didn’t take your son anywhere.” He replied sharply, glaring at her. “If you were a better mother, you would know where Duncan was.” A pause. “I don’t. I have no idea, and you’re running out of options.”
Lamb laughed slightly, shaking his head. “Echolls, stop playing games. Just tell us where Duncan is, so we can bring him and his little family home and you won’t be arrested.”
With a shrug, Logan began to turn away from the two. “No clue, dude.”
“Tell me where my son is, you little shit!” Celeste went to grab him, managing to get his shirt before Lamb quickly pulled her away. “Where is my son?” She demanded, jerking out of Lamb’s grasp. “Where’s Duncan?”
“I have NO idea.” Logan said loudly, adjusting his shirt. “And unless you have a warrant to search the place, I think you should get the hell out.”
Lamb pushed Celeste at Sacks, pointing to the door. “Get her out of here.” He snapped, running a hand through his hair as Celeste continued her tirade. “Mrs. Kane, I will handle this- you need to relax.” He faced Logan, giving Veronica a quick look before continuing. “Where is Duncan, Logan?”
Logan shrugged once more. “No. Clue.” A smirk. “I plead the fifth...withhold my right to the first amendment. Whatever.”
“Echolls, you know something, I know it.” Lamb said quietly, a dark look filling his eyes. “And when I find out what it is, I’m going to gladly charge you with being an accessory to a crime, as well as obstruction of justice.”
Logan sighed, glancing at the ceiling. “You can’t prove a thing. Besides, even if I did...it’s his daughter. You guys can’t do shit.”
“Duncan Kane was in the middle of a custody battle with the Manning family, did you know that?” Logan didn’t say a word, watching Lamb carefully. “The Mannings were in the middle of acquiring an investigation into your buddy’s mental state, and his capability of caring for an infant. In fact, they were trying to withhold custody rights to both Duncan and his little girlfriend, because they were unfit to be parents. Did you know that?”
Logan remained stubbornly silent, his face blank.
Veronica’s jaw clenched as she listened to Lamb, her hands shaking. She quickly clasped her hands together, inhaling as Lamb continued.
“A judge stopped your buddy and Meg Manning from gaining custody until it could be proven that they were fit parents and could rightfully and safely provide for their baby girl. Did you know that?” Lamb continued, a smirk forming on his face as Logan’s steady gaze suddenly faltered.
“Of course, you didn’t.” Lamb said, unable to keep the disdain from his voice any longer. “All you cared about was your friend and sticking it to The Man, huh? Well, if we find out Duncan left the wonderful state of California...” He sighed, heading for the door. “And the FBI gets involved, they’re going to see you first. And then it’s out of our hands, isn’t it?” He held onto the doorknob, staring at Veronica, smirk intact. “Have a great weekend.”
Veronica shook her head, heading for Logan’s bedroom before the door had even closed behind Lamb. Logan didn’t look at Wallace and Jackie before going after her.
Wallace glanced at Jackie, shrugging, if only because there was nothing else to do at that point. “It’s not a party until the Neptune police show up.” He said dryly.
Logan stopped in his tracks inside the room as he watched Veronica gather her purse and her shoes. She wandered aimlessly for a moment before slamming her things on the dresser, her back to him. Just like that, the good mood was gone. Long gone. “Veronica.”
“Logan...”
He watched her carefully, anxiously scratching the back of his head. “Veronica...I- I had to. I had to help Duncan get out of-” He let out a huff of breath, shaking his head. “I had to. I couldn’t-”
She slammed her hands down on the table, silencing him. Spinning around, she fixed a hard glare in his direction. “You could’ve gotten arrested! How stupid are you?”
“He’s my FRIEND.” He snapped, unable to stop the rise in his voice.
Wallace’s eyes widened at the shout coming from the bedroom, and he quickly grabbed Jackie’s arm, pulling her to her feet. “That’s our cue.” He muttered, leading her to the door. “Let me take you home, Jackie.”
“The limo’s gone!”
“I’ll get a damn cab, c’mon...”
Veronica’s eyebrows rose, and she nodded in mock understanding. “Of course! His friendship is worth going to jail for a couple of years, give or take. I get it now...”
“What if it is?” He shot back, glaring at her. “You have no idea what Duncan means-”
“I know exactly what he means to you, Logan.” She interrupted, her voice shaking with anger. “He means adding another mark on your criminal record, and possibly being arrested by the FBI. Great job.”
Logan shook his head, inhaling deeply. “Come on, Veronica, let’s be honest.” He said with more than a hint of aggravation. “The only reason you’re upset is because this plan didn’t involve you.”
She laughed in disbelief. “Oh, please! I’m not upset you helped Duncan- I’m GLAD you helped him. I’m upset because you and Duncan could’ve gotten in big trouble! You could’ve been put in jail for good, Logan!”
“Oh, like I’m not going to jail for this Felix thing?”
“What does that have to-”
“I am going to JAIL, Veronica!” He shouted, gritting his teeth in emphasis. “I am going to jail if I don’t get this settled- Weevil thinks Thumper-”
Her eyes narrowed as she took a step towards him. “Thumper?” She froze, remember what Hector said at the prom. “Oh my God, Logan- what did you and Weevil do to Thumper?” She shook her head, unable to believe just how stupid and gullible she was. “What did you do?”
Logan’s jaw clenched, and now he avoided her gaze, staring at the floor. “We took care of it.”
Her mouth went slack before her face contorted into a mask of repulsion. “Oh my God.” She remembered Thumper’s face, the condition of his body, the slight limp, the marks on his neck that couldn’t have just been fists and feet; and felt so very sickened. “Oh my God.”
“Listen, Veronica-”
“You could’ve been arrested again.” She said dully. “If he goes to the cops, they will arrest you and Weevil and this time you won’t be getting out.”
He laughed slightly, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about me, Weevil and I have it covered. Thumper’s not going anywhere and we’re close to finding out who-”
“You...” She stopped herself as she heard how ugly her voice sounded then, how hate-filled it was. “You’re doing it again, Logan!”
“Doing WHAT?” He said, his voice rising to a shout.
“What you always do! You lie and you’re an asshole and you do these stupid things! You don’t think! You fucking go back to- what is it about me that makes you do that?” She let out a sharp breath, looking up at him. “Why do you hide things from me?”
He jabbed a finger at her, a dark look filling his eyes. “I have never-”
Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, you want me to start the list?” When he didn’t answer, she shook her head in revulsion, whirling around and gathering her shoes and purse. Without looking at him, she stomped past him out of the room, heading for the door. “I’m such an idiot.” She muttered angrily.
“Just TRUST ME.” He yelled, rushing after her. “Stop accusing me of things, stop getting suspicious-”
She spun around, the glare already in place. “STOP doing this shit and I’ll start trusting you! I-I defend you to everyone and you make me look like an moron!” Her lip curled in disgust. “You’re such an idiot.”
“Oh, you wound me, Mars.” He said coldly.
“I specifically asked you about Thumper and Duncan,” She said quietly, trying to keep her voice firm. “I asked you and you lied to me.” She lowered her head, wiping at the corners of her eyes with her thumb. “You told me to trust you and I did. I trusted you and you lied to me, Logan.”
He took a tentative step towards her. “I did it to protect you.”
Her head jerked up, and she fixed him with a glare, enough to stop him in his tracks. “HOW.”
“Because I don’t want you involved! You get involved, and the PCHers go after you. You get involved, and you get arrested. That’s WHY we didn’t ask for your help, that’s WHY Duncan didn’t come to you. We’re all trying to protect you.”
“Who said I needed protecting from anything, Logan? Who?”
Logan’s mouth opened, then closed, finally at a loss for words. “I...” He shrugged, staring up at the ceiling. “I thought you needed to be protected.” His head lowered, his gaze locking on hers. “I thought you didn’t need any of this.” When she didn’t answer, still scowling, he sighed. “I can’t stop now, Veronica. Weevil and I are so fucking close-”
“FINE.” She snapped, cutting him off. “Fine, Logan. Look- I don’t want to know about it. Any of it. This thing with Weevil, the Duncan thing- I don’t want to know. Do whatever the hell you want, and don’t fucking tell me about it, you hear me?”
His eyes narrowed as she turned, heading for the door once more. “What the hell, Veronica?” He called, taking a step towards her. “We were fine and-”
“I- I see you, and I think it could work!” Veronica exclaimed, blinking back frustrated tears as she turned towards him yet again. “I think we can be together and be happy and normal but then you DO something...”
“Oh, I’m always at fault, here? This is so fucking like you, Veronica.”
“No! That’s not what I meant-” She shook her head, clutching her shoes tightly against her chest. Here it was, the uncontrollable urge to let him in on her feelings, but this time her mouth wasn’t listening to her mind, wasn’t shutting up and wasn’t just running out the door before this went any further. “Sometimes, I think the only way we can be around each other is if we’re fighting or kissing- then there are times I look at you and I see it.”
Her voice was quiet now, and she saw most of the anger in Logan’s eyes evaporate. “I feel it- I want you. All of you and I want it to be about us again...” She trailed off, shaking her head. “Logan, we’re been together for, like, two months and we’re already fighting.”
“That’s what we DO, Veronica!” He said with a laugh. He began to relax slightly, grateful that they were past the Duncan and Thumper issues. “We fight and we yell and we throw things! Fine!” He lowered his voice, sighing. “If we weren’t fighting at least once a day...then, I would be worried.”
“Not like this, we’re not supposed to fight like this.”
“To be fair, you started it.”
“DON’T joke around with me, Logan, not right now.” Veronica snapped, glaring at him. “Don’t you dare.” She let out a shaky breath, licking her lips. “I can’t believe Duncan would ever do something like this. I can’t believe it.”
Something ugly filled Logan then, and he wasn’t quite sure what it was. Disappointment? Anger? Sadness? Hate? Before he could control it- “Well, honey, you’re in for a treat because it was completely his idea. Logan Echolls wasn’t behind it this time.”
She eyed him, that now all-too-familiar disgust creeping into her eyes again. “Did that make you feel better about yourself? You and Duncan are now on equal ground? Makes you feel all warm inside?” She asked icily.
“Well, yeah- it’s good to know our favorite golden boy makes mistakes, too.” He paused. “Not that the whole Meg thing didn’t prove that to begin with...”
“Is that what this is about, Logan?” Veronica asked suddenly, her eyes narrowing. “All this because you were jealous of Duncan?” He laughed, and she shook her head. “You’re unbelievable.”
He stabbed a finger at her, scowling. There was that feeling again, that dark- too dark- feeling, that rage, hatred, sorrow, disappointment, fear- all rolled into one. He despised it. “Just answer one question for me, Veronica, and do it honestly. Don’t spare my fucking feelings, all right?” She nodded coldly, clutching her things tighter over her chest. “If the crap at the rave didn’t happen, and Meg never became pregnant- would you be with me, right now?”
Her eyes widened at his question before she chuckled dryly. “If I had known you were going to go right back into-”
“That’s not what I FUCKING asked you.” He snapped.
Veronica’s jaw clenched, and she lifted her head defiantly. “No.”
Logan’s lips pressed together, waiting for the sting of her answer to subdue. It never did. “Thank you for your honesty.”
* * * * *
Duncan watched the small child through the blankets wrapped around her face, eyes squeezed shut. He gently touched her cheek, tracing his fingers over the outline of her tiny face. “Hi, Lilly.” He said with a small smile, his eyes widening slightly as the baby stirred.
His father had definitely pulled through, organizing the family jet to pick them up as soon as they arrived at the private airport, ready to take off. It had taken weeks of convincing, but Jake had agreed, and afterwards informed his son he was contacting the best lawyer in California to help them with their case. No one messed with Jake Kane’s son.
He was sure his mother could win an Oscar with the performance she was pulling right now. Stall Lamb and the others long enough for her son and his family to get on the plane. As soon as they realized what she was doing, they would be long gone. Celeste knew no jury would sympathize with abusive, pompous parents over two good kids madly in love with a child. At least, that was the story they were sticking with.
For all the disdain and anger he felt toward his parents, Duncan Kane had to admit that they loved him.
Nurse Sara leaned over, handing Duncan a bottle. “Miss Manning is still healing, so you’re going to have to do this, okay?”
Meg turned on her side awkwardly, reclined over a couple of stretched out seats, watching the scene. She tried to ignore the sharp pain still coursing from her torso through her body, letting out a sigh. “You’re a natural.”
“Still learning,” He said with a slight laugh, his eyebrows rising as Lilly took the bottle. Finally ripping his gaze away from his child, he smiled at Meg. “How do you feel?”
“Still sore.” She was quiet for a moment, thinking about the first hospital visit. “Did you tell Veronica about this?”
“No.” He smiled down at Lilly. “Tried to call Logan, though. He didn’t answer...was probably getting drunk somewhere.” He sat still as Sara adjusted his arm before fixing Lilly’s blankets. “I left him a voicemail, telling him about the plan. He got it.”
Meg’s eyes held Duncan’s gaze. “Do you think he told Veronica?”
“Of course. She’s probably pissed, but she’ll get over it. She can help us out, now.” He nodded to himself. “I’ll call her later.” He murmured, unable to stop the grin from forming on his face as the sight of his daughter drifting back into sleep.
* * * * *
A lot of time had passed, Veronica noted as she stared at the wall. Her shoes and purse hung loosely off her fingers as she leaned against the couch, unable to look at Logan. Shame had surged through her at a tormenting pace, and now she had settled into a quiet state of disappointment.
Somehow, she knew it was always going to end up like this.
She knew Logan was to the right of her, somewhere to the right. He had sat down at some point, she thought, because wherever he went, he wasn’t moving, but she could hear his breathing. A cough, and a sniff. Small things like that. But he never spoke. Not until now.
“How do we do this?” Logan asked in a quiet voice. “How do we start all sweet and perfect and end up like this?”
“I don’t know.” She muttered, lowering her head. “Logan, I didn’t mean what I said...”
“Yeah, you did. But that’s okay.” He stood from his place against the bar, walking towards Veronica. “Hey.” He stopped as she nearly flinched at the nearness of their bodies, swaying back slightly. “Hey.” He tried again, firmly this time.
She shook her head, wiping at her eyes as she pushed off the couch, straightening up. “I can’t stop being angry, Logan. I can’t stop and I hate it.” A long pause. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”
“Maybe this isn’t going to work.” He whispered before he could stop himself. Was this the truth? Did it have to be? He didn’t even know anymore. “I...I need to finish what I’m doing. If you can’t stand by me...”
Her head lifted, eyes widening as she stared up at him. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“No- I don’t know.” He shrugged helplessly. “I can’t let you get hurt, and if being with me while I’m doing this gets you hurt, then...”
Her body stiffened as he trailed off, and she hated herself for not saying anything to make this all better. For refusing to stand by him while he found the truth through violence and hate. She just couldn’t.
“Yeah” He murmured, shrugging again. “I can’t...there’s nothing keeping me here, Veronica.”
“What about me?” She whispered.
“What about you? Do you even want me here? Us?” She clenched her jaw, and he took a step forward, closer, and was relieved when she didn’t move away. “Tell me to stay. Tell me it’s okay.” She stayed silent. “Tell me you can trust me.”
She said nothing.
He was in front of her now, clenching his teeth together to keep himself from crumbling. “Tell me you love me.” He said, cursing himself as his voice shook. She didn’t answer, and he leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers and there were his damn hands shaking again. “Tell me.” He breathed.
Their lips touched softly, the kiss quickly intensifying. Veronica let out a shuddering breath when their lips separated, then crashed back, her mouth opening for him. Her things dropped to the floor as he pressed closer, his hands running down her waist before gripping her hips and pulling her against him. Her arms wrapped around his neck, nearly faltering as his tongue entered her mouth, what was once something so natural and normal for them was now full of longing and lust and she nearly collapsed in his arms at the sensation.
A simple kiss turned desperate and full of want. In this one kiss, Veronica knew she was clinging to hope that it would convince him to see things her way, and that he was thinking the same way. She felt it again, how she felt when he whispered in her ear, when he touched her arm, when he even smiled at her...and she wanted to give in. It was the wrong time, but she felt that passion and wanted it so very bad.
Then, Logan had pulled away, breathing hard. Before he could stop himself, he had rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes as his fingers rubbed against her hips. “We can’t do this.” He said, suddenly feeling dizzy.
She let out a shuddering breath, swallowing hard. Just like that, he forced them both back to reality, all the while touching her in that way that enforced those damn mixed signals, and she hated him for it. “I can’t believe you’re breaking up with me.” She pulled out of his grasp, shaking her head as she stumbled away from him, scooping up her belongings. “I can’t believe you.”
“Tell me to stay, Veronica.” He replied quickly, watching her carefully. “Please. Tell me you need me here. Tell me and I’ll do it. I’ll try.” She didn’t say a word, unable to, blinking back tears. He nodded quickly, wiping at his eyes before the tears could fall. “Yeah, I think this is it.”
“God...fuck you, Logan. You asshole.” She said, her voice trembling. He reached for her, his hand moving towards her face, and she quickly brushed him off, stepping aside.
Their eyes locked, and he began to move for her again. Before he could touch her, she had rushed past him, flinging the door open and running out.
Logan stared at the space she had just occupied, quickly rubbing at his eyes. Everything in him screamed to run after her, but his feet stayed stubbornly stuck to the floor. He heard the ding of the elevator, heard the doors open...then shut.
She was gone.
He walked to his bedroom numbly, scooping up his phone off the floor. Six missed calls.
One from Cliff. He made a mental note to call him later.
Three from Dick.
One from Duncan. He made another note to call him back.
And one from Weevil, just ten minutes earlier.
He stared at Weevil’s number, thinking of what Veronica said. This was his choice, it was all his to make. Call, and lose Veronica; or don’t and keep everything he worked for.
Silently, Logan pressed a button, putting the phone to his ear. As soon as Weevil picked up- “I’m in a bad mood, just get to the point.”
“It was Thumper.” Weevil said shakily, and Logan could hear him breathing hard. “He- he killed Felix and he...I don’t know how he did it but he killed him. I’m gonna destroy him.”
Logan jaw clenched. “Now, wait a minute.” His choice, and his choice alone. “At least let me hold him down for you.” He glanced at himself in the mirror and quickly turned away. She was right- he was an idiot and an asshole.
For some reason, it made no sense to prove her wrong now.
Then...
Veronica wrapped her bathrobe tighter around her body, for a moment enjoying the heat still coming off her body from that hot shower. It hadn’t stopped her body from aching or that headache from pounding, but it at least calmed her nerves.
She rubbed at her damp hair with her towel, heading for her bed. It was already decided that they wouldn’t tell Duncan about any of this. He didn’t need to know, no matter how they had ended their night.
Why did she kiss him again?
Veronica jumped as her phone rang, and she let out a huff of irritation. She picked up the phone, climbing into her bed. She pulled the blankets over her as she stared at Logan’s name flashing on her phone, and with sigh, answered the call. “Logan.”
A long pause. “Veronica.”
She rested her head on her pillow, closing her eyes. “Are you resting?”
“To the best of my abilities.”
“Good.”
“So, about this Duncan thing...”
Veronica’s eyes shot open, and she pressed her lips together. “Logan, I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“Okay.” They were both silent, and Veronica slowly sat up, her shoulders slouching. “It’s going to be okay, Mars.”
Instead of agreeing, instead of even acknowledging his words, she closed her eyes. “I have to go, Logan.”
“Yeah.”
A second later, he had hung up.
She set down the phone calmly, placing her hands on her lap and staring straight ahead.
As soon as she blinked, everything came rushing back to her. Her and Duncan’s fight, her underlying desire to hang out with Logan without Duncan around, the tape of them in the pool house, the seemingly meaningless gift of candy and sunglasses, the dance, the severity of their encounter in the hotel room, the sight of Logan beaten on the floor, the hospital, the final car ride...
Most of all, she was still terrified. She didn’t know how she was going to explain any of this to anyone, or even to herself. Every emotion she fought when she was with Logan was rushing back and she couldn’t stop it. Everything was slowly spiraling out of control and she couldn’t fix it.
She knew nothing would ever be the same again, and she possibly didn’t want it to be.
Slowly, the tears fell down her face, and she crumbled, burying her face in her hands and sobbing.