VM Oneshot: Along the Climbing way
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jesterladyficTitle: Along the Climbing Way
By Jesterlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: LoVe
Summary: Veronica Mars and Christmas all of a sudden crept into my head and I realized that Veronica and Logan have never had a Christmas together together. Veronica needs to find Logan's present and it's hard. It might help if you know the Grinch Who Stole Christmas well.
Disclaimer: I don't own VM. The title is by Edmund H. Sears
Along the Climbing Way
Veronica rounded a corner and almost slipped. Catching herself, she cursed the fake snow that littered the floor. At a mall where all the shoppers were wearing shorts and t-shirts, the sight of Santa’s workshop with lots of people wearing plastic ears was slightly ridiculous. She could never quite understand the need for appearances, but it was Christmas and she was determined to be of good cheer.
She patted her bags, mentally ticking off the items for each person on her
list. What better gift for her dad than a book about a detective solving a baseball
player’s murder? Wallace was going to receive that book about engineering he’d been
yammering about for awhile. She gingerly touched the bag containing cords and chips
and all sorts of things that the guy at Radio Shack assured her would make a person
like Mac very happy. It was resting next to the sordid romance novel Cliff was sure
to enjoy. Weevil’s new gloves for his recently acquired motorcycle were resting
beside the substantial Itunes gift card for Piz at home and all Parker needed to be
happy was the latest Rihanna cd. Even Dick had been thought of and would be getting
a Playboy bunny paperweight Veronica had bought, not because she thought Dick would
use it to weight papers; but, because he was coming to the Christmas party and
shouldn’t be the only one without a present.
Various small gifts going to people like her boss, her teachers, and Alicia
were also waiting for her at home. There really was only one present left to get and
it was the one she was dreading. What could she possibly get for Logan? Not only
did the boy own everything in the world, but she really wanted to get him something
special. It was their first real Christmas together. Somehow, amidst all their
breakups and makeups, they'd always seemed to miss Christmas. Which meant that
Veronica was spending her Saturday afternoon agonizing in an air conditioned mall
while she coughed on glitter that was being blown off Rudolph’s rubber red nose.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t the reason of all reasons. Veronica wanted to do
Christmas this year. She wanted it to be special. She wanted it to be celebrated
with all the people she loved and not filled with reminders of her mother’s absence,
cases to be solved and the cheap show that was Neptune’s way of decking the halls.
She remembered that Christmas a few years ago where carolers had wished Christmas
merry over a knife stabbing and a poker game. She’d felt jaded then. Like Christmas
was that show Neptune put on, not something special or holy.
Recently, she’d begun to feel something more towards Christmas. That it was
a season of hope and hope was what had burgeoned within her the minute the carols
started the fill the airwaves, moments after Thanksgiving dinner was done. It was
strange considering her hatred of dressing up and pretending things were okay when
they weren’t. Veronica wasn’t exactly religious, had never felt like she could
believe in something that wasn’t staring her in the face. Her cynicism and realism
just wouldn’t allow her to have faith. Slowly though, at Christmas, she could sense
something within her that made her want something more. That craved the peace and
hope other people got out of the season. Whether she would ever bow down at the
manger with others, she didn’t know, but what she did know was that Christmas was
supposed to bring people together, a time to show your family you cared. A time to
make up for past mistakes. That’s why she wanted to get Logan something so badly.
She’d spent four hours in the mall. It killed her to give up without
completing her mission, without finishing all her shopping, but she figured only one
gift to get wasn’t that bad, considering. So she went home, she put everything away,
she printed out some surveillance photos, started dinner and finished putting the
lights on the tree. And she thought and she pondered and she puzzled. She might
also have been watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, but that was beside
the point. Her puzzle wasn’t solved, however glad she might be that the Grinch’s
was. At least they agreed that Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
Logan arrived home a short while later.
“Haven’t you been a busy bee?” he asked, throwing his coat on the chair,
ignoring her exasperated look.
Logan kissed her on the forehead and went to get some plates in the kitchen.
“Don’t start,” she said, following him. “I want a quiet evening of
reflection.”
“I could have some monks flown in,” he said thoughtfully. “Only take a
couple of hours.”
She made a face and bopped him lightly on the head as she passed. He caught
her around the waist and brought her up against him, bending his head to kiss her
cheek.
“Don’t I even get a hello?”
“You can have two,” she said. “Hello, Logan.”
And she kissed him.
“And Santa said I wasn’t a good boy this year,” he quipped, squeezing her
before letting her go.
“Santa told me that it wasn’t necessary to get you anything, you already have
everything.”
“Except coal,” he supplied. “Nope, never mind, I forgot about that coal mine
in Maine. Sorry, yes, everything.”
“Shopping for you is a horror,” she told him. “I was at the mall for four
hours, fighting to get upstream. I feel very salmon-like.”
“But infinitely more tasty,” he said, sitting himself down. His expression
turned more serious. “Look, Veronica, I don’t need anything. Don’t hate me for the
line, but you’re seriously the best gift I could wish for.”
“Have you been watching that cheesy advice show again?”
“That one’s pure Echolls. Or at least the Echolls take on something that’s
probably as old as the hills. And I mean it. I’ve only ever wanted you and this
time I aim to keep you if you’ll let me.”
“I aim to be kept,” she said and rolled her eyes. “Oh, the feminist in me is
crying out at those words.”
“Tell her to stop crying and get my dinner,” he said, laughing.
She hit him harder this time and went to plug in the Christmas tree while he got the dinner. His words had given her an idea. An awful idea. A horrible, awful- she really had to stop watching Christmas cartoons. And it was a brilliant idea.
***
“I think the party was a success, don’t you?” Logan asked, pulling his new shirt over his head.
Veronica smiled, it was the perfect Logan shirt and she was glad she’d found
it.
“Very. I think we managed to keep our respective friends well in line and
have much merriment.”
“You’re a fetching hostess.”
“And you’re a charming host.”
Veronica fingered the necklace he’d given her. Along with tickets to Paris
and the jacket she hadn’t thought he’d remembered her eying. For the heart, mind and
body, he'd said.
“Something wrong, my sweet? I wouldn’t want a crimp to be put into the end
of our perfect evening.”
“The evening’s not over yet,” she said.
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
She suddenly felt nervous.
“I wanted to give you my other gift.”
“Presents!” he said, bouncing on the bed.
She laughed.
“Yes. I wanted to get you something that you don’t have and something that
would tell you…how much I'm glad we’re together at Christmas and…I don’t know.”
“A promising beginning,” he said. “I’m all ears.”
She grabbed the card from beside the bed and gave it to him. He opened it
and read the card, a typical Christmas card with a Love, Veronica on the
bottom. But when he opened it, three small cards fell out. He picked them up and
examined them carefully. He didn’t say anything.
“Logan? Come on, son, you’re making me nervous,” she said with an accent
that was as spot on as she normally was. Logan…sniffed beside her, and put a hand to
his eye. “Logan!”
He turned to her and grasped her hands.
“Best gift I’ve ever received,” he said quietly.
“It’s not an easy gift,” she said, “but it’s true and I wanted you to know
it. I’m not good at this whole together thing and family thing and Christmas thing,
but I’m starting to get it more than I ever have before and I want to share that with
you.”
“I’m not good with the sentiments myself,” he said, bringing her to sit on
his lap. “But these cards are perfect and hilarious and dangerous and marvelous.”
She picked one up and examined it again for the millionth time. It was a
simple card she’d made herself, with cut out pictures from magazines of Logan's
various arrests pasted inside, but it simply read Logan’s Get Out of Jail Free
Card. Underneath she’d written: Good for one cancellation of a Veronica Mars
investigation. Usable anytime, expires never. I trust you.
“Use them well,” she said.
“I will,” he said, catching her lips in a kiss again. “I love you so much,
you know that, right?”
“I do. I love you too. Merry Christmas, Logan.”
“Merry Christmas, my little minx.”
By Jesterlady
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: LoVe
Summary: Veronica Mars and Christmas all of a sudden crept into my head and I realized that Veronica and Logan have never had a Christmas together together. Veronica needs to find Logan's present and it's hard. It might help if you know the Grinch Who Stole Christmas well.
Disclaimer: I don't own VM. The title is by Edmund H. Sears
Along the Climbing Way
Veronica rounded a corner and almost slipped. Catching herself, she cursed the fake snow that littered the floor. At a mall where all the shoppers were wearing shorts and t-shirts, the sight of Santa’s workshop with lots of people wearing plastic ears was slightly ridiculous. She could never quite understand the need for appearances, but it was Christmas and she was determined to be of good cheer.
She patted her bags, mentally ticking off the items for each person on her
list. What better gift for her dad than a book about a detective solving a baseball
player’s murder? Wallace was going to receive that book about engineering he’d been
yammering about for awhile. She gingerly touched the bag containing cords and chips
and all sorts of things that the guy at Radio Shack assured her would make a person
like Mac very happy. It was resting next to the sordid romance novel Cliff was sure
to enjoy. Weevil’s new gloves for his recently acquired motorcycle were resting
beside the substantial Itunes gift card for Piz at home and all Parker needed to be
happy was the latest Rihanna cd. Even Dick had been thought of and would be getting
a Playboy bunny paperweight Veronica had bought, not because she thought Dick would
use it to weight papers; but, because he was coming to the Christmas party and
shouldn’t be the only one without a present.
Various small gifts going to people like her boss, her teachers, and Alicia
were also waiting for her at home. There really was only one present left to get and
it was the one she was dreading. What could she possibly get for Logan? Not only
did the boy own everything in the world, but she really wanted to get him something
special. It was their first real Christmas together. Somehow, amidst all their
breakups and makeups, they'd always seemed to miss Christmas. Which meant that
Veronica was spending her Saturday afternoon agonizing in an air conditioned mall
while she coughed on glitter that was being blown off Rudolph’s rubber red nose.
Okay, maybe it wasn’t the reason of all reasons. Veronica wanted to do
Christmas this year. She wanted it to be special. She wanted it to be celebrated
with all the people she loved and not filled with reminders of her mother’s absence,
cases to be solved and the cheap show that was Neptune’s way of decking the halls.
She remembered that Christmas a few years ago where carolers had wished Christmas
merry over a knife stabbing and a poker game. She’d felt jaded then. Like Christmas
was that show Neptune put on, not something special or holy.
Recently, she’d begun to feel something more towards Christmas. That it was
a season of hope and hope was what had burgeoned within her the minute the carols
started the fill the airwaves, moments after Thanksgiving dinner was done. It was
strange considering her hatred of dressing up and pretending things were okay when
they weren’t. Veronica wasn’t exactly religious, had never felt like she could
believe in something that wasn’t staring her in the face. Her cynicism and realism
just wouldn’t allow her to have faith. Slowly though, at Christmas, she could sense
something within her that made her want something more. That craved the peace and
hope other people got out of the season. Whether she would ever bow down at the
manger with others, she didn’t know, but what she did know was that Christmas was
supposed to bring people together, a time to show your family you cared. A time to
make up for past mistakes. That’s why she wanted to get Logan something so badly.
She’d spent four hours in the mall. It killed her to give up without
completing her mission, without finishing all her shopping, but she figured only one
gift to get wasn’t that bad, considering. So she went home, she put everything away,
she printed out some surveillance photos, started dinner and finished putting the
lights on the tree. And she thought and she pondered and she puzzled. She might
also have been watching The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, but that was beside
the point. Her puzzle wasn’t solved, however glad she might be that the Grinch’s
was. At least they agreed that Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
Logan arrived home a short while later.
“Haven’t you been a busy bee?” he asked, throwing his coat on the chair,
ignoring her exasperated look.
Logan kissed her on the forehead and went to get some plates in the kitchen.
“Don’t start,” she said, following him. “I want a quiet evening of
reflection.”
“I could have some monks flown in,” he said thoughtfully. “Only take a
couple of hours.”
She made a face and bopped him lightly on the head as she passed. He caught
her around the waist and brought her up against him, bending his head to kiss her
cheek.
“Don’t I even get a hello?”
“You can have two,” she said. “Hello, Logan.”
And she kissed him.
“And Santa said I wasn’t a good boy this year,” he quipped, squeezing her
before letting her go.
“Santa told me that it wasn’t necessary to get you anything, you already have
everything.”
“Except coal,” he supplied. “Nope, never mind, I forgot about that coal mine
in Maine. Sorry, yes, everything.”
“Shopping for you is a horror,” she told him. “I was at the mall for four
hours, fighting to get upstream. I feel very salmon-like.”
“But infinitely more tasty,” he said, sitting himself down. His expression
turned more serious. “Look, Veronica, I don’t need anything. Don’t hate me for the
line, but you’re seriously the best gift I could wish for.”
“Have you been watching that cheesy advice show again?”
“That one’s pure Echolls. Or at least the Echolls take on something that’s
probably as old as the hills. And I mean it. I’ve only ever wanted you and this
time I aim to keep you if you’ll let me.”
“I aim to be kept,” she said and rolled her eyes. “Oh, the feminist in me is
crying out at those words.”
“Tell her to stop crying and get my dinner,” he said, laughing.
She hit him harder this time and went to plug in the Christmas tree while he got the dinner. His words had given her an idea. An awful idea. A horrible, awful- she really had to stop watching Christmas cartoons. And it was a brilliant idea.
***
“I think the party was a success, don’t you?” Logan asked, pulling his new shirt over his head.
Veronica smiled, it was the perfect Logan shirt and she was glad she’d found
it.
“Very. I think we managed to keep our respective friends well in line and
have much merriment.”
“You’re a fetching hostess.”
“And you’re a charming host.”
Veronica fingered the necklace he’d given her. Along with tickets to Paris
and the jacket she hadn’t thought he’d remembered her eying. For the heart, mind and
body, he'd said.
“Something wrong, my sweet? I wouldn’t want a crimp to be put into the end
of our perfect evening.”
“The evening’s not over yet,” she said.
He lifted an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
She suddenly felt nervous.
“I wanted to give you my other gift.”
“Presents!” he said, bouncing on the bed.
She laughed.
“Yes. I wanted to get you something that you don’t have and something that
would tell you…how much I'm glad we’re together at Christmas and…I don’t know.”
“A promising beginning,” he said. “I’m all ears.”
She grabbed the card from beside the bed and gave it to him. He opened it
and read the card, a typical Christmas card with a Love, Veronica on the
bottom. But when he opened it, three small cards fell out. He picked them up and
examined them carefully. He didn’t say anything.
“Logan? Come on, son, you’re making me nervous,” she said with an accent
that was as spot on as she normally was. Logan…sniffed beside her, and put a hand to
his eye. “Logan!”
He turned to her and grasped her hands.
“Best gift I’ve ever received,” he said quietly.
“It’s not an easy gift,” she said, “but it’s true and I wanted you to know
it. I’m not good at this whole together thing and family thing and Christmas thing,
but I’m starting to get it more than I ever have before and I want to share that with
you.”
“I’m not good with the sentiments myself,” he said, bringing her to sit on
his lap. “But these cards are perfect and hilarious and dangerous and marvelous.”
She picked one up and examined it again for the millionth time. It was a
simple card she’d made herself, with cut out pictures from magazines of Logan's
various arrests pasted inside, but it simply read Logan’s Get Out of Jail Free
Card. Underneath she’d written: Good for one cancellation of a Veronica Mars
investigation. Usable anytime, expires never. I trust you.
“Use them well,” she said.
“I will,” he said, catching her lips in a kiss again. “I love you so much,
you know that, right?”
“I do. I love you too. Merry Christmas, Logan.”
“Merry Christmas, my little minx.”
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