Impulsive
Disclaimer: All Veronica Mars characters belong to Rob Thomas and UPN/CW. Doesn't in any way shape or form belong to me
A/N: I started this before the Season 2 finale but I included the information from it in this story
Veronica looked around at all her classmates having fun at the Neptune Grand. She told herself she wasn't looking for him, but she couldn't quite convince herself of that. They had graduated. She felt the need to do something, but wasn't sure what it was.
Wallace came by and so did Mac and Cassidy. She saw a familiar figure come her way and smiled.
Logan came and sat down sprawling his 5'11" frame in a chair. "So is this the end of our era?"
"Don't you want it to be?"
"No. I don't ever want to be finished with you."
"Logan do you want to try again?"
"Try what again?"
"Try us again. I understand if you don't."
"Is this because Duncan's gone?"
"Yes and no. You and I are always saving each other. But, the other night."
"What about it?"
"I never would have forgiven myself, if you had died."
"Actually your exact words were 'Logan, if you die on me I'm going to kill you'"
"You paid attention."
"I didn't want you mad at me."
"You like it when I'm mad at you."
"Not as much as I like it when you kiss me."
"So you want me to kiss you?" Veronica asked as she leaned closer to him.
"I always want you to kiss me." Logan said leaning toward her.
"Am I interrupting something?" Weevil asked smiling as the two of them jumped back to their former positions.
"Not at all Weevil. Congrats on graduating."
"Yeah thanks, my grandmother was really pleased. Rich boy, you and I need to talk."
"I'm being summoned. Be back soon."
Logan followed Weevil out of the ballroom and down a corridor.
"Are we going somewhere special?"
"Do you know how lucky you are?"
"In what sense?"
"That girl still loves you. Are you going to screw it up again?"
"I'm going to try really hard not to."
"Vee has been good to me, when she didn't have to be. You treat her right this time or I'm going to have to hurt you."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"A few of her friends and I have decided we want her happy, and it appears that it's only going to happen with you. So we are going to assist you in getting her alone. What happens after that we don't want the details." Weevil said as he handed Logan a plastic card.
"A room card?"
"Room 700 get your ass up there. We'll get Veronica up there in the next fifteen minutes. If you hurt her again."
"I'll let you kick the crap out of me, after Veronica gets through with me."
"You better make this one count."
I plan too.
Wallace and Mac are going to get her up there; you'd better be waiting.
"Hey Weevil, here." Logan hands Weevil an envelope.
"What?"
"The house is yours. In there is also a check for your grandmother. She was always nice to my mom and me. Please take it."
"Okay. Now get your ass up to that room."
"Yes sir."
Meanwhile Wallace had come to sit by Veronica. He was still down in the dumps because Jackie had left earlier then planned.
"Here."
"What is this?"
"It's Jackie's address and a roundtrip ticket. Go and spend a few days with her and say Goodbye like you were meant to."
"Is that what you are going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Logan. You know you aren't over him. If you were completely honest with yourself you'd admit that you never were."
"It would never work."
"Did you really give it a chance?"
"Wallace"
"Here."
"What is this?"
"It's a room key for here at the hotel."
"What?"
"Room 700; Mac has made sure no one will find you two. Your Dad, who has caught Woody, chooses to believe you are spending the night at Mac's."
"Wallace I can't"
"You can and you want to."
"You know the best decision I ever made was cutting you down off that pole. You've been a real good friend to me."
"Back at you Superfly. Now go and get your man. By the way I better get to be godfather to any kids."
Veronica got up before she could change her mind and almost ran out of the ballroom. She got to the elevator and pushed the number seven button. When the elevators opened again she followed the arrows to room 700.
She stood outside the door, before she made up her mind and pushed the key into the lock. When the light turned green, she twisted the handle and opened the door. She walked in and shut the door behind her.
Logan watched her walk in and caught her eyes. Veronica walked toward him, slowly unbuttoning the black sweater she had worn at the Sadie Hawkins dance. She took it off and dropped in on the chair that held his jacket and tie. They never broke eye contact. She took his face in her hands and brought his lips down to hers.
The minute their lips touched it was like a dam had burst inside both of them. Logan wrapped his arms around her and lifted her against him, while Veronica wrapped her legs around his waist.
He tore his lips from hers and grinned at her. "I guess not much has changed."
"Not on this level."
"How long can you stay?" Logan asked as he sat them on the bed.
"My Dad is choosing to believe I'm spending the night at Mac's."
Logan's cell phone rang before he could respond. He picked it up and when he saw it was Wallace.
"Yeah Wallace, she's here. Okay. Thanks. I'll tell her. See you tomorrow."
"Do I want to know what that was about?"
"Wallace said they packed each of us a change of clothes and they are in the closet."
"Is that all he said?"
Logan turned an interesting shade of pink. "No."
"What else did he say?"
"Other Provisions we might need are in the night table."
Veronica's eyebrows rose and she climbed off his lap to check out the situation. "Wow, they must think either we are really horny or we are going to go at each other like energizer bunnies."
"Why?"
"Because there are three twelve packs of condoms in there." Veronica said as she crawled across the bed and straddled his hips again. She quickly began kissing Logan's neck.
"Veronica! Wait!"
"Why?"
"I didn't come here just for us to have sex?"
"You didn't?"
"No-well-Yes. Listen I want you so badly but I want us more. I don't want a one-night thing. I'm serious about an us. Even if it means me driving to Pal Alto every other weekend to see you at Stanford."
"What about your schooling?"
"I'll make sure my weekends are entirely free."
"You don't want me to visit you."
"Only if you let me get you a credit card on my account and you charge the gas to me. I don't want you spending all of your money coming to see me."
"You really would do that wouldn't you?"
"Of course I would."
"You won't have to."
"Why?"
"I won't be going to Stanford."
"Why not?"
"I wasn't number one so I won't be winning the Kane scholarship. I never took my last final. I wanted to know the verdict."
"I'm sorry babe. I know you wanted Stanford. So where are you going?"
"Hearst. Logan less talking, more kissing."
