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jesterladyfic) wrote2010-04-28 03:14 pm
jesterladyfic) wrote2010-04-28 03:14 pm
VM fic: The One Thing Needful
Guys, this is my 100th piece of fanfiction! I feel like throwing a party!
Prologue:
Tracy: I'm such an unholy mess of a girl...But never in my life, not if I live to be a hundred, will I ever forget how you tried to stand me on my feet again.
Dexter: You - you're in great shape.
Veronica Mars has cried before. Sometimes, before everything changed, she lies in her bed and wonders if tears are the only thing in life she can count on. But even her tears desert her. It's a slow process. The death of her best friend still brings forth a torrent, but there is only one when her mother leaves. And there is another, one more fateful tear, the day she wakes in a strange bed.
But then there are no more tears. Nothing in her face or eyes to show the pain. And sometimes she wonders if there's anything inside at all.
***
Logan Echolls has never been one for classical movies. He likes things with action, fast paced, preferably filled with violence, swearing, guns, explosions and other things that help him forget what he sees every time he looks in the mirror: a broken, little boy, unfixable.
He has to pretend or he wouldn't get out of bed in the morning. And someone has to be strong in his family. Someone has to rebel, just the tiniest bit, against Aaron's rages. Someone has to take the punishment. It doesn't mean his mom pops pills and looks the other way any less, or that Trina's long line of gentleman callers grows any smaller, but at least Logan's the one with the belt scars.
Sometimes when he's at school, he can't pretend anymore and he sits at the popular table with all his peers and thinks about how each of them plays a part. Neptune's finest are all actors and award-deserving ones at that. He doesn't need to tell his friends about the dysfunction of his family. They're all dealing with their own. Occasionally Logan wonders just how inbred all of his friends are and which ones of them might secretly be his brother or sister. He tries not to think about that when he's out with a girl.
But most of the time, Logan pretends and that shows up in the movies he watches and the music he listens to. He doesn't like black and white movies. They provide too much room for introspection. But now he's in college and in film class. Now the American classics are expected of him. He'll go along with it, for the grade. He just doesn't suspect that Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn will change his life.
LJ Master Post
Prologue:
Tracy: I'm such an unholy mess of a girl...But never in my life, not if I live to be a hundred, will I ever forget how you tried to stand me on my feet again.
Dexter: You - you're in great shape.
Veronica Mars has cried before. Sometimes, before everything changed, she lies in her bed and wonders if tears are the only thing in life she can count on. But even her tears desert her. It's a slow process. The death of her best friend still brings forth a torrent, but there is only one when her mother leaves. And there is another, one more fateful tear, the day she wakes in a strange bed.
But then there are no more tears. Nothing in her face or eyes to show the pain. And sometimes she wonders if there's anything inside at all.
***
Logan Echolls has never been one for classical movies. He likes things with action, fast paced, preferably filled with violence, swearing, guns, explosions and other things that help him forget what he sees every time he looks in the mirror: a broken, little boy, unfixable.
He has to pretend or he wouldn't get out of bed in the morning. And someone has to be strong in his family. Someone has to rebel, just the tiniest bit, against Aaron's rages. Someone has to take the punishment. It doesn't mean his mom pops pills and looks the other way any less, or that Trina's long line of gentleman callers grows any smaller, but at least Logan's the one with the belt scars.
Sometimes when he's at school, he can't pretend anymore and he sits at the popular table with all his peers and thinks about how each of them plays a part. Neptune's finest are all actors and award-deserving ones at that. He doesn't need to tell his friends about the dysfunction of his family. They're all dealing with their own. Occasionally Logan wonders just how inbred all of his friends are and which ones of them might secretly be his brother or sister. He tries not to think about that when he's out with a girl.
But most of the time, Logan pretends and that shows up in the movies he watches and the music he listens to. He doesn't like black and white movies. They provide too much room for introspection. But now he's in college and in film class. Now the American classics are expected of him. He'll go along with it, for the grade. He just doesn't suspect that Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn will change his life.
LJ Master Post