Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Veronica Mars. Though I definately wouldn't mind owning Logan ;)
ALWAYS SAVING ME
The hairs falls down on me and I try not to cry. Try not to pass out. Because I know what will happen if I give into unconsciousness. My head is spinning as I clutch the hammer to my chest...my only defense against those who drugged me. Those who I once trusted.
I hear footsteps coming closer and I know I can't stay hidden for long...
The door begins to open...
My eyes snap open and peer into the darkness. For a moment I can't remember where I am. Then with a quiet sigh I realize I'm in Logan's room at the Grand, in his bed. I see his face inches from mine. He's still sleeping, so peacefully. He's so beautiful. He's so strong.
When I think of him I think of everything he's done for me. Of everything he's been through because of me. I think of him punching out federal agents and Russian mobsters. Of him beating Piz to a bloody pulp. I think of him tackling Beaver, knocking that gun out of his friends hand. Of him pulling an unloaded gun in the River Styx, and of him getting himself arrested for the sole purpose of hurting Mo and Mercer, just because they had tried to hurt me. I think of him throwing his body over mine as that shotgun shot echoed in the night and glass rained down around us. Of him finding me in that garage after I'd been dosed, then sleeping on my couch holding my feet through the long night that followed. I think of him coaxing a gun out of my trembling hands, and making me pancakes when I thought my Dad was gone for good. He's saved me so many times...from enemies, from myself. I like to think that maybe in a way I've saved him too.
He is the constant in my life. Through break-ups, petty accusations, and dead best friends he's always been there when I needed him most. Especially when I needed them most.
A shudder runs through me, chasing away the last of my nightmare, and Logan stirs, his eyelids fluttering open.
"Are you okay?" he whispers, brushing my hair off my sweaty forehead. I smile at that small gesture. "I'm fine, it was just a bad dream. It's gone now, go back to sleep."
He nods his head lightly, already drifting off. "I love you," he mumbles, pulling me closer. I'm so safe in his arms. "I love you too," I murmur.
I love Logan Echolls. It's as simple as that. I can't say when it began, can't give you a time or a day or a place. But it's not like any of that really matters. All that matters is I know I'll never stop.
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