Three Little Words
Couldn't sleep one night, this is what happened.
This is only my second Veronica Mars fic, so I'm still pretty new to this. Please review and be gentle, but HONEST!
I obviously own nothing, if I did I'd be far too busy with Jason Dohring to have time to write this.
Three little words. He'd been waiting to hear them forever, it seemed. Three word sentences seemed to define the path his life had taken, the road that had led him here. He thought about all the different ones that had been used on him and what their effect had been as he raised his hand to knock and then prepared himself to wait.
"I love you." Lynn Echolls to her son, after every beating that she was sober enough to remember.
"I hate you." Himself to his father, or his picture at least, daily. A nightly ritual that began at the age of seven and lasted until Aaron's death.
"It's your fault." Aaron to his son, before, during, and after the afore-mentioned beatings.
"Lilly's been killed." His mother to himself as she poured a glass of something that would numb her emotions, along with her son's.
"Your mother's dead." His father, in a calm tone as he came down to breakfast.
"I need you." Veronica's desperate whisper whenever they were in the on again phase of their relationship, and sometimes when they weren't.
These small phrases strung together, barely even sentences, had made him into what he was today, for better or, mostly, for worse. They had altered his path irrevocably, a lot of weight to place on three or four syllables, depending on the expression. His life could be headed in a new direction soon, if only three words that could counteract at least some of the pain and heartache would be spoken.
Logan looked up from the ground as the door before him opened.
"Sorry", came the mostly unapologetic response.
From anyone else this may have elicited a string of curses or punches, depending on his mood. But the girl in front of him, smiling sweetly, head tilted in all her adorable glory elicited nothing more harmful than a grin.
"Wasn't it so worth it though?" she asked in mock seriousness, twirling to give him the full view of her uniform jeans and t-shirt.
"Always", he whispered, stealing a quick kiss from his girlfriend.
Her smile grew even broader as she turned to lock the door behind her. Coming to face him again, she dropped the small key in his hands. Upon his inquisitive look she shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was everyday that she gave him full reign of her apartment.
"I don't like making you wait outside for me, and I don't like being on time. I can't think of another way to reconcile this, so…here's your key."
"Are you sure?", he questioned after staring at her in silence for a few moments.
"Why not?" she responded easily. "I trust you."
With those three magic words Logan could feel a weight lifted off his chest, and a little bit of pain erased from his past. Not a lot, but enough to matter.