Title: Nonstop to Nowhere
Author: Sexanddying
Spoilers: Kind of up to Donut Runs (2x11)
A/N: This takes place after Donut Run, which means, quite obviously Duncan is not in Neptune. This is my first fanfiction, but if you want to flame me, go ahead, I promise I won't cry. Just bear in mind I am trying here... If I made any obvious mistakes, grammatically or whatever, please tell me. Otherwise...
He was used to being hurt. His father, all the years of being his punching bag. As he got older, when he was feeling especially contemplative, he would wonder if all the fighting he did these days was just because it was what he was used to. Sometimes, hurt, pain feels safe, good even, when that's all you've really known.
He was used to being used. Lilly was really good at that. Sure, there were times when he could see that she really cared about him. But these days he wasn't so sure if those were just times when Lilly was being a particularly good actress. Hey, maybe dad taught her some tricks. His dad used him too. He used him to try to create the perfect family image.
One would think that he would hate Lilly, right? After all, even though she was his first girlfriend, his first love, she never really understood what love, or caring entailed. She knew what his dad did to him. She used to trace the scars down his back after they had sex. She would ask him to tell her the stories behind them. Sometimes he wondered if they turned her on.
Yeah, he was a damaged, fucked up. The poster child for all that crap. But, then it didn't matter. When his mom died, he refused to believe it. No one would stand by him, help him. But, Veronica humored him. She sat with him, did everything she could. And then things were different. Things had changed. That day, outside the Camelot, where he had rushed to save her (to even the score maybe?). She kissed him.
She had held a hand out, figuratively. And he took it, eventually. When he was with her, he could believe that the world wasn't so bad. After all, even though everything else sucked, he had her. And she didn't hurt him, didn't play with him, like he was just a toy. But, then, in the end, she hurt him more than anyone. And he loved her more than anyone.
Damn, he needed another drink. Logan stretched, his back stiff from his slouch in the chair. As he stumbled to the bar, he managed not only to drop and break the empty bottle he was holding, but also fell in the glass, the shards cutting his hands. "Shit."
Grabbing another bottle of vodka, he took a long swig. Then realized nothing was coming out. Logan threw that bottle behind him. And, of course, there were no more bottles. No more alcohol. "Fuck. Shit. Fuck." Yep, this would happen, on the day he actually tried to think about things rather than avoiding the thoughts. Logan smirked, "I should have known." He picked the car keys up off the bar, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of his mind telling him he was in no shape to drive. Come to think of it, that voice sounded strangely like a certain petite blonde. The voice continued to speak, getting louder and louder. So, maybe not in his mind. Logan spun around.
"And here I was thinking you were deaf." Veronica marched over to the drunk teen and grabbed the keys. "Please tell me you weren't going to try to drive. But, never mind, I don't need another lie."
"I don't need a babysitter," Logan remarked, trying to think of a snarky comment.
"Right, because you are obviously in great shape to make 'grown-up' decisions," Veronica did air-quotes and Logan rolled his eyes.
"And you are?" Logan looked the blonde up and down. She looked really tired actually. "Come to think of it, why the hell are you here, Mars? Haven't you heard, your boyfriend skipped town? You know, faking ignorance doesn't make you look innocent, it makes you look stupid."
"I came to get some stuff I left." Veronica shook her head and walked into Duncan's bedroom. Logan flopped down on the couch. He waited until he heard her come back out before sighing loudly.
"I need my keys back."
"Bummer," Veronica frowned as she looked at Logan. She was angry, but he almost thought he saw something else in her eyes.
"Gimme my keys," he growled, standing up, a bit wobbly.
"Again with the immaturity, I should be paid to babysit you," Veronica shrugged, "But no keys." She pocketed them. "Bye now." Logan winced as the door slammed, he was sobering up.
He made a face at the door before stumbling towards it and falling out into the hall, just in time to catch a glimpse of Veronica looking upset, and the elevator doors closing. He grimaced and made his way to the stairs.
By the time he was down to the lobby, Veronica was long gone. He ignored the looks from the other guests and staff and decided he could just take a walk to a bar or something. He repeatedly pressed the button at the intersection, before walking anyway. His thoughts were catching up with him, and he wouldn't, couldn't, think about his life. He was so busy avoiding those thoughts that he didn't see the minivan, until it had smashed into him.
It is short, I know. I am working on the next bit, it'll be longer... I wrote this just last night when I was bored. I'll try to update soon. I would appreciate reviews, complementary or critical. (Either way it means you read this, right?)