Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars. Not even on DVD. I am, however, small, blonde, nosy, and sometimes annoying.
A/N: This idea just popped into my head about a year ago. I know it's short, but honestly, I think that making this much longer would detract.
Today was the end of Veronica Mars and Logan Echolls.
Veronica spent a few minutes thinking of their relationship, every part of it. Logan had been right. The relationship had spanned years and continents. Well, eight years and business trips to Europe.
He was right about the bloodshed and ruined lives, too. It was never intentional, but it was an occupational hazard for the young FBI agent. Even if it hadn't been, both of them attracted trouble. Between Logan's temper and Veronica sticking her nose where it didn't belong, someone always got hurt. Not that they never deserved it. It was, Veronica thought, a minor miracle that both of them were still alive and intact.
No one could claim that their relationship was unexciting. Together, they reached the highest highs and lowest lows. Their tempestuous romance had endured many harsh breakups and passionate reunions. She thought back to the night a year before when she realized that she had to do what she was about to do.
"Damn it, Veronica!" Logan yelled. "You just keep putting yourself in danger. You're not a superhero! You don't need to save everyone!"
"I have to try!" she protested.
"I love you, Ronnie, but we just can't continue like this."
She took a deep breath in, and steeled herself to say the words she had rehearsed since that night. She took a final glance in the mirror before leaving to see him.
When she saw his smiling face, she felt a jolt of nervousness, and doubted she could follow through. She slowly walked towards him, and by the time she reached him, she knew the words would come easily and that she would mean it wholeheartedly. Now, it was time to speak.
"I do."