This is my very first Veronica Mars fanfic, so go easy on me. Sorry if I have missed some spelling mistakes, but I tried. Please review with constructive criticism. Thanks!
I do not own the rights to Veronica Mars. The writes belong to the genius himself, Rob Thomas.
Veronica Deals with Death
"Duncan what's happened? Where's Lilly?" I ask him.
He looks at me, still rocking back and forth, and frowns with a pained expression on his face.
I look around. Searching, with my eyes, waiting for Lilly to come walking out from a room. Then I see that Dad and most of the other police officers are crowded around a figure on the floor, next to the pool.
Slowly walking over to them, I glance behind me back at my ex-boyfriend wondering what has happened.
As I approach the small crowd of people I see a glimpse of a body lying on the ground. Oh no. I think. Who is it?
A gasp escapes my lips.
Lilly.
Tears start falling down my face. My Dad sees me, and wraps me in a hug.
My knees buckle under my weight, and I collapse onto the floor, screaming. I feel as though someone is choking me. I can't breath.
Lilly, my best friend was dead.
Dad lifted me off the floor and got an officer to drive me home.
I just sit on the sofa and stare at the floor. My Mum brings me some food, which I don't eat. She sits down next to me and lays my head down on her lap. I cry into her, letting it all out. I cry until I can't cry anymore. Then she puts me to bed. By this time it is 3 in the morning.
I can't sleep. I just lay in bed staring at the selling, wishing that I will wake up and it will all have been a dream. But it's not. It is real. My best friend, Lilly Kane, is dead. And nothing is going to change that simple fact.
She is gone.
At 10 o'clock I get out of bed, after no sleep, and have a shower and get changed. I walk purposefully to my car, get in and drive. The one person, who can make me feel somewhat better, just got back from Mexico about an hour ago.
Soon I arrive at a metal set of automatic gates, which open, and I drive up the driveway to a lavish looking house.
As I open my car door, a beautiful, tall woman walks out of the house and tightly squeezes my hand as she leads me inside. Passing through the house I notice nothing. Not the look of pain and sympathy of the housekeeper, Mrs. Navaro, as I walk by her, nor the pat on the shoulder I receive from one of the biggest movie stars to ever walk the red carpet, nor the weak smile the pretty red headed girl gives me. I just keep walking through the house, until I stop outside a door to knock three times on the hard wooden frame.
A tallish, brunet opens the door and pulls me into a loving embrace. He lets go only to tug me into the room and hug me again. We both cling to one another. All our pain just subsiding as we enfold ourselves in each other's embrace.
As we pull away I notice the tears in his eyes. I walk him to the sofa in the corner of the room, and we sit down together. That's when I start to cry again. He looks at me and cuddles me into his chest. And that is how we sit for who knows how long. Not talking, just letting our pain overwhelm, us with grief.
"Logan! She's gone. She's really gone!" I whimper into his chest.
"We're gonna get through this Veronica. We're gonna get through this." He whispers, trying to convince himself as much as me.
Some time later I wake up in the comfort of my own bed, in my room. As I look around, I see Logan asleep on the floor next to me. His hand stretched out to my bed. It looked as though we fell asleep holding hands. I get out of bed, being carful not to wake up, or step on, Logan. After a shower, I find him standing in front of my bookshelf staring at a picture frame.
As I approach him I realize that the picture is of Lilly and me, at a picnic that Duncan and Logan had organized for Valentines Day last year. We were both smiling back at the camera. Lilly looked so alive and happy in the photo.
"You fell asleep at my house yesterday, so I drove you home. Your mum is out and your Dad is at the station. He asked me to stay with you until he got home late tonight." Logan said in a neutral voice, still staring hungrily at the photo.
"Thanks. Do you want something to eat?" I say to him. He looked after me yesterday and last night, so it was my turn to look after him.
"No, I don't feel like eating." He replies, as he turns around to look at me.
"You have to eat something Logan, when did you last eat?"
"Yesterday morning, I had a slice of toast."
"Come on I'll get something for you." I say, as I gently take his hand in mine, and pull him towards the kitchen.
He follows me without complaint. "When did you last eat?"
"I, um. I don't know." I reply honestly.
"I'll eat if you eat." He says stubbornly.
"Fine, but you had better make something up, because I can't cook." I look up to see him smile weakly at me.
"Ok Ronnie."
As Logan busies himself in the kitchen, making up breakfast, I walk into the living room, and turn the TV on.
Images of a beautiful, blond girl come on the screen; it is a photo memorial of Lilly's life.
"Logan!" I yell, tears filling my eyes again. "Logan!"
He runs into the room. "Ronnie! What's wrong?" He asks as he looks at me with concern. Then he looks up at the screen showing images of Lilly.
He falls heavily onto the sofa behind him, and breaks down. I turn off the TV to come and sit down on the sofa next to him. He is shaking uncontrollably, so I lay his head on my lap and stroke his hair soothingly. Tears were still running down my face. The shock and pain of Lilly's death, makes me want to curl into a ball and never come back to the real world. But Logan was feeling the exact same way as me. And the only way to deal with Lilly's death is to grieve with someone who loved her as much as me.
That would be Logan.
I have known Lilly for longer than Logan, but we both loved her. Lilly and I have been best friends since, forever! She'd been going out with Logan for a while, but they were friends before they started going out. We had all been friends for a long time. Me, Logan, Lilly and Duncan, Lilly's brother. We were the fab four as Lilly liked to say.
Duncan and I were going out Logan and Lilly were going out. Logan and Lilly were a kind of "off again, on again" thing.
The four of us had kind of made our own little family. We used to do everything together, but that all changed when Duncan suddenly dumped me with no reason whatsoever.
One day at school I turned around to say good morning to him, and he just walked passed me. He just avoided me. Both Lilly and Logan didn't know why either. Duncan didn't even tell me why we broke up.
"Ronnie?" Logan's voice brings me back to reality.
"Yeah?" I reply tiredly.
"Do you still want food?" He says with a frail smile, as he slowly gets up, "because it is a bit cold." He looks towards the untouched food on the table behind the sofa, where he must have put down the food when he came into the room.
"It's afternoon now, lets just order some pizza." I say with a watery smile as I walk over to him. Standing on tippy toes I kiss him on the cheek. "Thanks Logan, I don't think I could have survived all this without you! You are a really great friend!" I smile up at him.
"You too Veronica! I don't know what I would do without you!" He says, as he pulls me into another hug.
"Don't worry Logan, I'm not going anywhere!" I say into his chest.
"Neither am I!"