VM Oneshot: Heart-Work
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jesterladyficThis is for you, my dear Veronica Mars friends!
Title: Heart-Work
By Jesterlady
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Rating: PG
Summary: I always thought if I were Logan, I wouldn't be so quick to run to Veronica's door that night, half dead as he was. I think she'd need to work for it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars. The title is by John Bunyan.
Heart Work
Veronica was confused. It happened often, but was usually nothing her detective prowess couldn’t handle. This was a different matter and it bothered her more than her recent experience in a burning freezer. She had a lot to deal with, her mom leaving, dad healing, police inquiries, trauma, Duncan suddenly being much more friendly.
But Logan wouldn’t talk to her. It confused her, annoyed her, saddened her. And she couldn’t figure out why it was so important. Yes, they had ended things on a sour note, but he had seemed like a prime candidate for murder at the time. And she had tried to clear his name. She really had. So, why hadn’t he come to her the minute he’d heard what happened? True, he’d been beaten nearly to death, but she would have thought he’d come to her door for help. He hadn’t.
Now he wouldn’t answer her calls and if she heard another inspirational message, she was going to kill somebody. He was in the hospital, but he wouldn’t see her. Duncan had been to see him and had reported he was healing well, but refused to talk about her. The immature jackass. She wasn’t putting up with it anymore.
Faking emergencies and accents were specialties of hers. It was nothing to find Logan’s room and slip inside and find out that Duncan had been hiding the truth from her. Logan looked like someone about to shuffle off the mortal coil.
“You stare long enough the bruises won’t go away,” he rasped out after she found herself speechless.
“Sorry, it’s just a little startling.”
“Yeah, like the sight of you in my hospital room.”
“Considering the past few weeks it shouldn’t surprise you that I would want to see you.”
“Considering the last time we met it shouldn’t surprise you that I don’t want to see you.”
“Logan, it looked like you murdered her!”
“Well, I didn’t.”
“How was I supposed to know?”
“Maybe cause I told you.”
“Logan, I don’t trust anybody’s word on anything. You know that.”
“You trust your dad’s word. You trust Wally the basketball wonder.”
“They’ve never given me a flat tire.”
“Good to know what the cardinal sin is. I hope they’ve also never sold you out, but maybe that’s more my unforgivable sin.”
“Logan, I’m sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do.”
“Glad we had this chat.”
“So, that’s it? We’ll just go back to pranks and venom as if none of the past month happened?”
“Looks like. You obviously don’t trust me and I’ve had enough relationships that don’t involve that. Thanks for the well wishes.”
“I trust you, Logan.”
“Have you ever tried looking that word up?”
“Have you? Considering everything that happened since Lilly died and your dad’s involvement and the evidence, how could I not have thought you were responsible?”
“I’m sorry, but you already used up your 'accuse-Logan-wrongfully' card with the GHB situation. You only get one per game.”
“You admitted your involvement in that.”
“Yeah, I did. I admitted it. Does that tell you something?”
Veronica bit her lip. She guessed she could see why Logan would be hurt by what she’d done. But she’d been hurt by the possibility.
“I didn’t want you to be guilty. I tried to clear your name. And our relationship is…was…is dysfunctional, sudden, filled with soap opera material. and confusing. But it was the only clear thing in my life. And I miss it. And I want to help you. I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now, maybe somewhat akin to what I am. But I just have to say that you know who I am. I…I have to find out the truth about things. I have to have justice. But that doesn’t mean that I want the justice to have to be dealt out to the people who are important in my life. I made my mother leave, Logan. Please, tell me that means something to you.”
It was hard to tell what he was thinking with so many bruises marring his face. But he hadn’t snapped at her, she guessed that was a good sign.
“It does,” he finally said. “I can’t exactly say I liked taking this moral stand against you. What we had…well, it was the only thing I had.”
Her heart suddenly ached for him.
“Can I come closer?” she asked, a little brokenly.
“Try anything too frisky and I might have to call security,” he said. She smiled and came closer, touching his hand gently. “I’ve got a few broken ribs, but you could probably fit up here, ye of miniscule blonde-ness,” he invited.
“I’m going to be better,” she said, not moving. “So, we’ll be good?”
“I’ll try not to appear so capable of murder,” he replied. “We will be.”
Then she got onto the bed and curled up next to him, trying not to jar anything.
It felt right, something she didn't feel the need to contemplate. It was just enough that they could start over.
Title: Heart-Work
By Jesterlady
Pairing: Logan/Veronica
Rating: PG
Summary: I always thought if I were Logan, I wouldn't be so quick to run to Veronica's door that night, half dead as he was. I think she'd need to work for it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars. The title is by John Bunyan.
Heart Work
Veronica was confused. It happened often, but was usually nothing her detective prowess couldn’t handle. This was a different matter and it bothered her more than her recent experience in a burning freezer. She had a lot to deal with, her mom leaving, dad healing, police inquiries, trauma, Duncan suddenly being much more friendly.
But Logan wouldn’t talk to her. It confused her, annoyed her, saddened her. And she couldn’t figure out why it was so important. Yes, they had ended things on a sour note, but he had seemed like a prime candidate for murder at the time. And she had tried to clear his name. She really had. So, why hadn’t he come to her the minute he’d heard what happened? True, he’d been beaten nearly to death, but she would have thought he’d come to her door for help. He hadn’t.
Now he wouldn’t answer her calls and if she heard another inspirational message, she was going to kill somebody. He was in the hospital, but he wouldn’t see her. Duncan had been to see him and had reported he was healing well, but refused to talk about her. The immature jackass. She wasn’t putting up with it anymore.
Faking emergencies and accents were specialties of hers. It was nothing to find Logan’s room and slip inside and find out that Duncan had been hiding the truth from her. Logan looked like someone about to shuffle off the mortal coil.
“You stare long enough the bruises won’t go away,” he rasped out after she found herself speechless.
“Sorry, it’s just a little startling.”
“Yeah, like the sight of you in my hospital room.”
“Considering the past few weeks it shouldn’t surprise you that I would want to see you.”
“Considering the last time we met it shouldn’t surprise you that I don’t want to see you.”
“Logan, it looked like you murdered her!”
“Well, I didn’t.”
“How was I supposed to know?”
“Maybe cause I told you.”
“Logan, I don’t trust anybody’s word on anything. You know that.”
“You trust your dad’s word. You trust Wally the basketball wonder.”
“They’ve never given me a flat tire.”
“Good to know what the cardinal sin is. I hope they’ve also never sold you out, but maybe that’s more my unforgivable sin.”
“Logan, I’m sorry about that, but there’s nothing I can do.”
“Glad we had this chat.”
“So, that’s it? We’ll just go back to pranks and venom as if none of the past month happened?”
“Looks like. You obviously don’t trust me and I’ve had enough relationships that don’t involve that. Thanks for the well wishes.”
“I trust you, Logan.”
“Have you ever tried looking that word up?”
“Have you? Considering everything that happened since Lilly died and your dad’s involvement and the evidence, how could I not have thought you were responsible?”
“I’m sorry, but you already used up your 'accuse-Logan-wrongfully' card with the GHB situation. You only get one per game.”
“You admitted your involvement in that.”
“Yeah, I did. I admitted it. Does that tell you something?”
Veronica bit her lip. She guessed she could see why Logan would be hurt by what she’d done. But she’d been hurt by the possibility.
“I didn’t want you to be guilty. I tried to clear your name. And our relationship is…was…is dysfunctional, sudden, filled with soap opera material. and confusing. But it was the only clear thing in my life. And I miss it. And I want to help you. I can’t imagine what you’re going through right now, maybe somewhat akin to what I am. But I just have to say that you know who I am. I…I have to find out the truth about things. I have to have justice. But that doesn’t mean that I want the justice to have to be dealt out to the people who are important in my life. I made my mother leave, Logan. Please, tell me that means something to you.”
It was hard to tell what he was thinking with so many bruises marring his face. But he hadn’t snapped at her, she guessed that was a good sign.
“It does,” he finally said. “I can’t exactly say I liked taking this moral stand against you. What we had…well, it was the only thing I had.”
Her heart suddenly ached for him.
“Can I come closer?” she asked, a little brokenly.
“Try anything too frisky and I might have to call security,” he said. She smiled and came closer, touching his hand gently. “I’ve got a few broken ribs, but you could probably fit up here, ye of miniscule blonde-ness,” he invited.
“I’m going to be better,” she said, not moving. “So, we’ll be good?”
“I’ll try not to appear so capable of murder,” he replied. “We will be.”
Then she got onto the bed and curled up next to him, trying not to jar anything.
It felt right, something she didn't feel the need to contemplate. It was just enough that they could start over.
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Date: 2009-12-04 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-12-04 11:23 pm (UTC)'M glad they cleared the air some; I think it was sorely needed and pretty overdue on both their parts. And I'm equally glad you showed the more serious physical repercussions of his interlude on the Coronado bridge, because really.
TY for sharing!
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Date: 2009-12-05 01:49 am (UTC)And yeah, he was beat bad! Hospital care a must.
Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2009-12-05 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-05 05:45 am (UTC)Anyway, thank you so much for commenting!
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Date: 2009-12-05 04:01 am (UTC)I was so, so happy to see some new VM from you! Thanks for writing! : )
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Date: 2009-12-05 05:46 am (UTC)Thanks for commenting, luv. Hopefully, there's more VM in our future!
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Date: 2009-12-05 07:22 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting.
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