Chapter 1
Veronica Mars was having a hard time breathing. She stood in an exquisite blue ball gown covered in beads and crystals that danced in light shining down on her. Everyone in the ball room was staring at her and the 20 pounds of tulle holding up her skirt and yet weighing her down at the same time. "This is my hell." She thought to herself as she desperately started looking for an exit. There was a loud banging and every head in the room turned to see a large stage with two large golden thrones. Piz walked out on the stage dressed like a prince from a fairy tale. As soon as she saw him Veronica should have felt relief but it seemed like the dress was starting to swallow her whole and she thought she just might let it, because she certainly wasn't looking forward to what was about to happen.
"Ladies and Gentlemen" Piz opened, "I want to thank you all for coming tonight as I announce my intention to make the Lady Veronica my Princess."
"Lady Veronica? Princess?" the voice in her head said. Was Piz high and she not know it?
"Lady Veronica", Piz continued "is the most virtuous and lovely of all the ladies. The perfect example of femininity. She believes in right and wrong, is caring and dutiful and will make the most excellent wife and mother."
Veronica tried to open her mouth to protest, but nothing came out. This was not what she wanted, this is not who she was, didn't Piz know her at all? She tried again to scream but her dress only got tighter as the skirt started to pull her down.
"Since no one objects, Veronica will be mine." Piz stated.
"Hold your horses there Prince Snoozey." Out of the crowd walked Logan Echolls dressed simply in jeans, t-shirt and the leather jacket Veronica loved him in. Veronica's heart skipped a few beats. She still was being drowned by her dress but for the first time the fear was subsiding. Logan strolled over to Veronica and looked her up and down shaking his head. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. This won't do at all." Logan snapped his fingers and suddenly Veronica could breathe. She gasped for air and looked down, gone was the dress and all the tulle; she was in jeans, her boots and favorite shirt. She looked at Logan and smiled, this was her. She opened her mouth to speak; Logan held his hand up and said "Hold all questions till the end of the tour, please." He slapped her on the butt, winked and sauntered up to Piz who looked quite upset that someone had interrupted his party for his Princess Lady Veronica.
Logan started monologing as he made his way up to the stage and to Piz. "I should stop this." Veronica thought, but most of her was waiting with anticipation to hear Logan set Piz straight. "Oh, poor poor Piz." Logan began. "Have you learned nothing from your time with Veronica Mars? She answers to no one but herself. She is not a prize or possession you can claim as your own. Lord knows I tried and failed and I am more her equal than you could ever hope to be. No, dear boy, because let's be honest you are a boy playing at being a man, Veronica Mars is a wild animal. She may prefer to think of herself as a stallion never to be broken by the will of any man, but I like to think of her as a bobcat." Logan turned and grinned and gave Veronica a naughty wink as she felt that familiar flip-flop of her stomach and warmth that crept up her entire body. Logan turned again to face Piz and there was a sadness that entered his voice. "No Veronica Mars is her own person, you can love her with all your heart, try to be the man you know she deserves, do your best to protect her , but it won't be enough." Veronica felt the tears biting at the corners of her eyes as Logan spoke. "She will see your love as her weakness and your protection as a betrayal of her warrior spirit and she will run."
"Logan." She whispered.
He turned and looked at her, hurt in his eyes but a smile on his lips. "What I am trying to say is that it is easy to love Veronica Mars but you cannot force Veronica Mars to love you back. So you have to let her choose. Let her come to you and that is how you know you are officially the luckiest son of a bitch in the world. But never try to make her be anything but who she is."
Piz scoffed "I think I know my Lady Veronica better than some emotionally stunted bad boy who peaked at 18." "17" Logan corrected. "Whatever" Piz continued "I trust I know the pure and good heart of Veronica better than you. And to prove it I will let her choose. Veronica please go to the man who knows your soul and that you love with ferocity of a thousand burning suns."
Veronica took off running and laughing and jumped straight into the waiting arms of Logan Echolls.
Veronica sat up with a start. She looked at the clock; it was 3:30 in the morning. She looked out her window out on the New York sky line and took a deep cleansing breathe and fell back on her bed and pulled a pillow over her face. "What the hell was that my dear subconscious" she said.