VM Fic; The One Thing Needful: Epilogue
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Epilogue:
Tracy: Dexter, are you sure?
Dexter: Not in the least. But I'll risk it. Will you?
Tracy: You bet! You didn't do it just to soften the blow?
Dexter: No, Tracy.
Tracy: Nor to save my face?
Dexter: Oh, it's a nice little face.
Tracy: Oh, Dexter, I'll be 'yar' now. I'll promise to be 'yar.'
Dexter: Be whatever you like. You're my redhead.
When Veronica finally made it to his doorway, Logan was waiting anxiously. But the Veronica who knocked on the door was not the one he’d met years ago, not the one who he’d hated, not the one he’d loved, nor the one he’d broken up with.
“Glad to see ya,” he said and inwardly winced because he really was watching way too many old movies.
“Hi,” she said, nothing sour lingering in her tone.
He loved it.
“So, what’s new? Want something?”
“No alcohol, thank you,” she said.
He rolled his eyes.
“I’ve got none, I’m afraid.”
“I’m glad,” she said, smiling.
“What happened to you?” he asked. “This strange friendliness is making me suspicious. Are you planning on having me killed later?”
“I’d do it myself if I was gonna,” she said and sat down on the couch.
“I’m sure you would.”
He sat down next to her and they sat in companionable silence for a minute or two. Almost a first.
“John’s gone,” she said suddenly. “He didn’t approve of my antics. Not that I did either, but he doesn’t have to live with me.”
“No,” Logan said slowly. “But he doesn’t have to live without you either.”
“No, no, I think he does. We all make mistakes,” she said, looking at him quickly and then away. “And he was one of mine and probably I was one of his.”
“You’re never a mistake, Veronica,” Logan said.
“Who died and made you a sweet talker?” she asked.
“It’s a purely ceremonial position,” he answered lightly. “But I get a really nifty hat.”
“I don’t like you in hats,” she said.
“No?”
“No.”
“I can’t say that I wear them often.”
“Just how I like it.”
“And how much do you like it?”
“I watched the movie,” she said, ignoring his question.
That peaked his interest.
“And?”
“You were right. We were both so full of idiocy, but now…”
“Now?”
“You led the way and I hope to follow.”
“Follow me where?”
“To a place without so much expectation. Logan, I’m so sorry for everything I did to you. I was right, I always am. But there’s a difference between not wanting something to happen and practically making it happen.”
“Don’t beat yourself up,” he said, smiling, nay, grinning. “It’s not worth it.”
“It can be an interesting exercise though,” she said.
“So, what does this new found clarity of yours mean?”
“It means I’m going to do my best to be yar. I can see that you are.”
“There’s nothing better than someone who gets my references,” he said and scooted close to her. “Hey.”
“What?”
“Come here.”
He kissed her and she unreservedly kissed him back. It was the best feeling he’d ever had.
“Golly,” she said when he finally broke away and he simply smiled back.
He got up and got some juice out of the fridge and brought it over to her.
“Here’s to being human,” he said.
“Here’s to forgiveness,” she said.
And they drank.
Epilogue:
Tracy: Dexter, are you sure?
Dexter: Not in the least. But I'll risk it. Will you?
Tracy: You bet! You didn't do it just to soften the blow?
Dexter: No, Tracy.
Tracy: Nor to save my face?
Dexter: Oh, it's a nice little face.
Tracy: Oh, Dexter, I'll be 'yar' now. I'll promise to be 'yar.'
Dexter: Be whatever you like. You're my redhead.
When Veronica finally made it to his doorway, Logan was waiting anxiously. But the Veronica who knocked on the door was not the one he’d met years ago, not the one who he’d hated, not the one he’d loved, nor the one he’d broken up with.
“Glad to see ya,” he said and inwardly winced because he really was watching way too many old movies.
“Hi,” she said, nothing sour lingering in her tone.
He loved it.
“So, what’s new? Want something?”
“No alcohol, thank you,” she said.
He rolled his eyes.
“I’ve got none, I’m afraid.”
“I’m glad,” she said, smiling.
“What happened to you?” he asked. “This strange friendliness is making me suspicious. Are you planning on having me killed later?”
“I’d do it myself if I was gonna,” she said and sat down on the couch.
“I’m sure you would.”
He sat down next to her and they sat in companionable silence for a minute or two. Almost a first.
“John’s gone,” she said suddenly. “He didn’t approve of my antics. Not that I did either, but he doesn’t have to live with me.”
“No,” Logan said slowly. “But he doesn’t have to live without you either.”
“No, no, I think he does. We all make mistakes,” she said, looking at him quickly and then away. “And he was one of mine and probably I was one of his.”
“You’re never a mistake, Veronica,” Logan said.
“Who died and made you a sweet talker?” she asked.
“It’s a purely ceremonial position,” he answered lightly. “But I get a really nifty hat.”
“I don’t like you in hats,” she said.
“No?”
“No.”
“I can’t say that I wear them often.”
“Just how I like it.”
“And how much do you like it?”
“I watched the movie,” she said, ignoring his question.
That peaked his interest.
“And?”
“You were right. We were both so full of idiocy, but now…”
“Now?”
“You led the way and I hope to follow.”
“Follow me where?”
“To a place without so much expectation. Logan, I’m so sorry for everything I did to you. I was right, I always am. But there’s a difference between not wanting something to happen and practically making it happen.”
“Don’t beat yourself up,” he said, smiling, nay, grinning. “It’s not worth it.”
“It can be an interesting exercise though,” she said.
“So, what does this new found clarity of yours mean?”
“It means I’m going to do my best to be yar. I can see that you are.”
“There’s nothing better than someone who gets my references,” he said and scooted close to her. “Hey.”
“What?”
“Come here.”
He kissed her and she unreservedly kissed him back. It was the best feeling he’d ever had.
“Golly,” she said when he finally broke away and he simply smiled back.
He got up and got some juice out of the fridge and brought it over to her.
“Here’s to being human,” he said.
“Here’s to forgiveness,” she said.
And they drank.
