Disclaimer: Veronica Mars belongs to UPN, the CW, Rob Thomas, and that hobo that lives in the basement of the Neptune Grand (well, maybe not the last one, but you know what I mean!!)

Warning: M/M sex, angst, bad language, etc.

The Love That We Leave Behind

By Lymie Eros

Chapter 1: My Former Flame is Fucking My Father

I could hear the sounds of a scuffle coming from Dad's bedroom. If there really was an intruder, I wanted to be prepared, so I quickly and quietly grabbed a baseball bat from my own room before creeping out into the hallway.

It was the middle of the night, so everything was completely quiet and dark. I allowed myself the bare minimum of time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness before approaching the door to my dad's bedroom. The sounds were definitely coming from inside, and they were louder than before, too—it sounded as though my dad was struggling with someone, which meant that every moment was of the essence. I had no time to think—I had to act, and quickly.

I opened the door carefully and quietly—thankfully, the hinges were recently oiled so no creaking sound resulted. I started to creep into the room, baseball bat firmly in hand, prepared to protect my territory and my family.

But then … I saw it.

My eyes had by this time fully adjusted to the darkness of the room. Silhouetted against the pale moonlight that shone through the curtains, I saw my father having sex with another man on his bed.

I froze instantly; this was not something I had ever expected to see with my own eyes. Nor something I had ever wanted to see with my own eyes. Even though my parents were no longer together, I had certainly never suspected … at least, not from my own father …

I'd never even thought that my dad could be gay.

And the other man … even though they were both only silhouettes in the dark night, there seemed to be something familiar about him. I couldn't help but staring as he groaned into the pillow beneath him as my dad pumped into him from behind.

So that's what the sounds had been. It wasn't a scuffle caused by a burglar at all; it was the sound of the bed creaking, the sound of wet skin slapping together, and the sound of my dad penetrating another man from behind …

As quickly as I could, without letting on that I had been there at all, I carefully backed out of the room, closing the door along the way. I was completely numb—I could barely even comprehend what I had just seen, let alone have any feelings on it yet. It was like someone had punched me in the gut and then wrapped a cloth dipped in chloroform over my nose and mouth. I might as well be passed out, for all that I could think or feel right now.

And, in my state of confusion and mental sluggishness, I made a terrible mistake. I backed up too far, and tripped, which sent the baseball bat from my hand flying into the air where it crashed into the wall opposite me as I myself crashed to the ground, banging my head on the wall behind me. Yeah, narrow hallways suck.

As I began to drift away from consciousness, hoping beyond hope that I didn't have some sort of concussion, I heard noises from inside my dad's room. Different noises, I mean, not the creepy my-dad-is-having-sex-with-a-guy-half-his-age noises.

I hoped that when I woke up—if I woke up, I should say, since I honestly didn't know at that point whether I would live or die, and I think I felt some wet, sticky blood flowing out the back of my head where I had crashed into the wall—which, by the way, really hurt—that I wouldn't remember anything, or that I would think that it had all been some sort of crazy dream.

And that might really have happened, too. I might have been able to forget, to maintain what small sliver of innocence I still had left before that night.

If only they hadn't come out at just the wrong moment.

"Veronica?!" I heard Dad calling. Ah, so the jig was up. And for some reason, even though my mind was fading into blackness, I still hadn't lost consciousness. I really wished that it would hurry up. In movies people always faint right away; why can't it be like that in real life? Why does it have to linger, when you just want everything to go black and fade away already?

And then the door to my dad's bedroom opened, and he wasn't the only one who stood there, naked, staring down at me in horror. I guess the site of me lying awkwardly half on the floor and half up against the wall, with my blood spilling down the wall behind me and pooling on the floor—my poor pajamas would have to go, there's no way they'd ever be able to get those blood-stains out—was a bit shocking to both of them.

But, no matter how awful I looked at that moment, there was no way either of them could have been even half as shocked as I was.

"Logan?!" I somehow managed to exclaim when I suddenly realized the identity of the person who stood behind my dad—the same person that had just been in there, doing—

Before I could think anymore about what it all meant, everything went black.

I had passed out … at the worst possible moment. My dad and my ex-boyfriend were sleeping together … how could I ever forget something like that?

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Next Chapter: Veronica has a heart-to-heart with Dick ... and tries to deal with her leftover feelings for Logan ... Not to mention that she's still dating Piz ... And then there's her dad ... And what about Parker?! And Mac?!