Warnings/Spoilers: It's AU, taking place after 3.09 (Spit and Eggs) so everything up to that point is fair game.
Disclaimer: I unfortunetly don't own anything. Just the thoughts that flow from my brain, through my hand and onto the paper.
A/N: Please read guys. This is the first time I'm attempted a multiple chapter story for VM. I hope you enjoy and, any reviews are greatly appreciated, no matter what it is. I'd love to hear what you have to say!
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Her hands were cold but her face was flushed and her forehead was beginning to burn up. Logan carried her swiftly into his suite and the Grande and placed her gently on his bed. After watching her shiver a little, he quickly pulled the covers over her. She had fallen asleep in his arms on the way to the room, and he didn't want to wake her. He gently sat on the bed next to her and attempted to brush her bangs off of her clammy forehead. Once he was able to do so, he reached for her bag which he had dropped on the ground, and found her cell phone. It was late, almost one, and he knew Keith would be worried, so after walking into the adjacent room he quickly opened the list of contacts and found Keith's cell phone number
The line only rang once before Logan heard Keith's voice, raspy and tired, but unwilling to rest until he heard from his daughter. "Veronica? Where are you? I expected you home earlier!"
"Mr. Mars, its Logan-"
"Logan what's wrong? Is Veronica okay?" Logan could hear Keith's voice breaking and a jingle of keys in the background.
"She's fine. Just a little sick. I have her sleeping at my place. I'm sorry I didn't bring her home." Logan knew the relationship Keith and Veronica shared. Keith would do anything to protect his daughter, and though he didn't hate Logan, he didn't particularly like him. Logan was thinking about how the only reason why Keith ever put up with him was because Veronica had asked him to, when suddenly his thoughts were interrupted.
"She's sick? How sick? When did she get sick?" Keith's words were rushed and Logan's mind wandered again, he let out a deep sigh and couldn't help but think that Veronica was sick before of him.
"Trust me, she's fine. Just a slight fever. Nothing too bad." Logan yawned and looked over his shoulder into the bedroom. Veronica had curled up under the covers and he smiled in a lopsided manner. "I have to go Mr. Mars, but I'll have her call you when she wakes up in the morning."
Logan could hear Keith's nervous sigh and then Keith spoke, his voice smoother than previously. "Thanks for calling Logan. She's lucky to have you back in her life." Logan heard the click of Keith's phone hanging up before he could respond.
He slowly took the phone away from his ear and stood watching Veronica sleep, her breathing was steady as her chest gently rose and fell. "Back in her life? Did she talk to her dad about last night?" He let a slight smile spread across his face as he entered the bedroom and sat carefully on the side of the bed. He slipped off his shoes and pulled his legs up onto the bed, leaning against the backboard, he let of a small sigh as he watched her sleep. His mind began to wander again.
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It was dark out, and the rain fell steadily from the heavily clouded sky, but Logan didn't care. There was something about walking on the break during a spring shower. Maybe it was the fact that it only rarely rained in Neptune, but Logan thought it was something more. The rain helped wash away the bad, and after the storm he felt he could usher in the new. For most people, ushering in the new came around the New Year, but to Logan is seemed too trivial.
Logan looked up from the sandy beach, expecting to see a wide, empty expansion of sand and water, he never expected to see someone else there. No one was ever at Dog Beach when it rained, but tonight, there by the ocean, sat a small dark figure. He was too far away to see, so he quietly walked closer.
As he drew closer to the figure he saw the petite frame hunched over, shoulders forward and head down. It was clear to him that it was a girl, and in hopes of not scarring her, he stopped and called out before he got too close, his voice was soothing and calm. "Is everything alright miss?" He knew the girl had heard him, but when he got not response he stepped closer and tried again. "Hello? You're going to get sick if you just sit there, it's getting colder out."
Finally the girl turned her head shakily towards him and he saw it was Veronica. He slowly made his way over to her and sat quietly looking out at the crashing waves of the ocean. They hadn't talked much since the rape case at Hearst and he didn't know where to start. Finally, when it was clear that she didn't plan on saying anything, he took a deep breath and spoke. "What are you doing out here? It's late, and cold," he finally looks over at her and saw that she was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, "and you're hardly dressed for the rain."
Veronica slowly turned her head towards him. He was always worrying about her, he could see her chin chattering, but he tried to fight his mind and finally managed to tear his eyes away from her face. "I knew you'd be here." She tried to smile at him but he just stared, his mouth open and his eyes portraying his shock.
"What do you mean?" He can't help but think how stupid the words sound. But there isn't anything else for him to say.
"Logan, you've been avoiding me. For awhile now. And I've been trying to talk to you, but every time I call, every time I try, you just turn away." Her eyes, glassy and longing, look right into his.
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Suddenly he found himself back in his room with Veronica lying next to him. He shook his head and tried to return his thoughts to the rest of the night. He can't remember anything else really, just the kiss. That kiss, so innocent, yet so perfect. He could still feel her lips on his. And that was when he knew, if he had gotten her inside sooner she wouldn't be sleeping off a fever in his bed. But then again, she wouldn't be in his bed. He couldn't help but smile to himself before leaning down and brushing his lips gently against her warm cheek.
"V, it's good to have you back. I love you." His words were mere whispers, but he knew it was easier to say everything when she wasn't awake. In the morning he'd tell her, but for now he just liked knowing that her sleeping body was lying next to him, it had been far too long since the last time they slept in the same bed.