A/N: Another VMars drabble-y ficlet from me. All of these are kind of pointless but they're there. Anyway, enjoy. R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own VMars.
No Angel
Veronica Mars was no angel, of that Logan could be sure.
She could leave terror and destruction in her wake. She could break bones and break hearts. She was devious, single-minded and incessantly stubborn.
She's the kind of girl you either hate with a vengeance or want as your best friend. Or in Logan's case love to the point of obsession.
Once her wrath was incurred, it's hard to escape her. Once she has let you in enough to be her friend she's loyal to death—apparently Logan had never been let that far in.
For Logan, she was heaven on Earth. A reason for breathing, a reason for living. He had lost her as many times as he had held her. He was always on shaky ground with her, but his heart called out for her, longed for her.
She may be no angel, but for Logan she came pretty damn close.