Summary: Set near the end of A Trip to the Dentist. This is how the scene with the ceiling fan should have went down… LoVe style.
Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars, lucky Mr. Rob Thomas does.
Veronica smiled as she lay back on the bed, arms crossed behind her head. She laughed lightly to herself as she heard the door close, signally Logan's departure. The events of that day had been more than stressful, and yet here she was lying comfortably, awaiting the return of her boyfriend. How could she have thought he was responsible for her being raped? She should have known by the look in his eyes when she told him she'd been raped that he'd had nothing to do with it personally. Sure, he'd had the drugs, and that was disappointing to say the least, but it was obvious that he felt terrible about how things had went down. She just had to trust Logan, which was hard considering their past, and Veronica's past alone, but she just needed some time and she was sure…
"What's that…?" Veronica asked quietly to herself, staring up at the ceiling fan. Her eyes wandered from the mysterious looking reflective circle in the middle of the fan to the white cord covering extending out from the fan, which had no business being there. She rose to her knees to try and get a better look, but was still unsure of what she was seeing. Instead of using just her eyes, she began to physically follow the white cord covering to a small bookshelf on the wall. She ran her hand along the center where it seemed that in actuality two bookshelves had been pushed together. What she found inside when she pried them apart made her heart drop. Two televisions and VCRs were there. She turned them on and was shocked to see a picture of the bed she was just laying on come into focus. Unbelieving she walked back to the bed and waved her hand over it. She was shocked to see her hand come into view on the television screen.
"So what's your poison?" Logan's voice rang cheerfully from outside the pool house, just before he popped inside.
Veronica jumped in surprise whipping around to face him. Logan looked at her, and then past her to the television screens. His eyes wrinkled in confusion and he lowered the bottles in his hands, "What…"
Veronica was shaken out of her daze enough to confront him, "So Logan… when you said you wanted me to trust you? You remember how I said that I did? Well, this just in… I don't." She glared him down briefly before storming past him outside.
"Veronica!" Logan yelled after her, throwing the bottles down on the bed and running after her. She was almost to the glass doors leading back to the party when he put his hand on her shoulder to flip her around.
"Let go of me!" she yelled pushing him off and backing up a step. "How can you look at yourself in the mirror? Asking me one minute to trust you, and then…I find out that you were hoping to get me to have sex with you… and that you were going to tape it on top of that. I can't believe the show you just put on in front of everyone, being my hero. You're such a better actor than your dad." Veronica spat it all at him, ignoring the pained look in his eyes.
Logan swallowed hard, letting her get it all out of her system before he tried to plead his case, "Veronica, I swear to you that I had no idea that video taping system was there."
"Really? Why should I believe you?" she asked cruelly, wanting badly on the inside for him to be telling the truth, but too afraid of being hurt if she believed him and he was lying.
Logan sighed, stretching his hand out to her, "Please just come back there with me and let me talk to you. Give me a chance to defend myself… you owe me that much, at least."
She looked down at his hand, remembering how she had abandoned him for their yachting trip and thinking how much that must have hurt him. He was right, she did owe it to him to at least try and plead his case. Veronica slowly extended her hand and placed it in his. Logan squeezed it gently, reassuringly, and smiled at her. The two walked silently back to the pool house. Once inside, Logan led Veronica to sit on the bed and he walked over to the television screens.
"Tell me what I can do to prove to you that I knew nothing about this?" he asked, somewhat to her, somewhat rhetorically. Logan looked around for something, anything, that would make her see that it must have been his dad's doing and not his. Veronica remained silent, unsure of anything that could back up his word. Logan poked around inside for awhile, before getting an idea. He put up his right index finger in triumph, "Ah ha!" He then used it to push the rewind button on the VCR. Veronica smiled slightly at him, before rising slowly and moving to stand beside him. After a few seconds Logan pressed play. The two looked at the screens expectantly, there was static for a moment and then a picture. What they saw there was definitely not what had occurred minutes ago between the two of them. The stars of this show were Aaron Echolls and some unknown woman.
"Ugh!" Logan yelled before somewhat violently hitting the stop button. He sighed, trying desperately to erase the image of his father on top of that woman, who definitely wasn't his mother, from his mind. "See? That was the last thing on the tape. I wasn't video taping you, and I sure as hell would never tape something like that," Logan affirmed quite adamantly. He turned to look at Veronica who was currently looking at her shoes.
Veronica nodded before looking up at him, "I'm so sorry I accused you."
Logan shrugged as if it didn't bother him, "I'm kind of getting used to the guilty until proven innocent motto with you. I'm just glad you didn't get to run off without letting me defend myself this time."
Veronica gave him a guilty smile, "Sorry… it's just how-"
He put his hand on the side of her face to silence her, "I know. It's just how you are. And that's pretty much okay with me, because I'm falling for every single part of you. I'm just going to have to be with you long enough that that voice inside of you screaming to doubt me because of what's happened between us in the past will shut up."
She laughed at this, being reminded again of how happy he made her.
"Or at least be quiet enough that I can drown it out…" he moved his fingers underneath her chin and made her look at him before covering her mouth with his. Veronica sighed against him as he walked her backwards towards the bed. She felt the back of her knees come into contact with it just before her feet left the ground as her legs were wrapped around Logan's back. He held her small body up with one hand pressed against her lower back, as the other supported the two of them as he gently laid her back. She smiled teasingly as she broke away from him for a moment, pushing herself back even further on the bed until she rested back against the mound of pillows. Logan looked like a lion as he crawled after her, with a predatory look in his eyes. When he reached her, she closed her eyes as the feeling of his body completely covering her own overtook her. He stayed there for a moment looking down at her with her lips parted and eyelids fluttering. Once she'd calmed herself, her eyes slowly found his own deep brown ones and locked. She saw the vulnerability hidden in them, something that she had rarely seen. He was opening up to her and showing her that she had nothing to fear of him. They were no longer a secret. He had told everyone they were together and had informed them that they meant nothing to him if they didn't accept it. She saw now that all of that had been the absolute truth. She felt the wall she'd put up to keep him, or anyone else with similar intentions, out start to crumble. There was still much work to be done to demolish it, but there was some light shining through it now as he took a few bricks out with just a look.
Logan recognized what was happening in that head of hers and could hardly contain himself. He could almost physically feel her giving him a little piece of herself. She had saw in him exactly what he'd wanted her to, that he was giving her everything. He understood that she wasn't ready to give it all yet; he couldn't blame her for that. Just the fact that she was giving him anything was a big step in the right direction.
He brushed a strand of hair off of her forehead, moving to caress her cheek. He leaned down and kissed her briefly. Pulling away just slightly he decided to break the beautiful silence they'd shared, "Still thirsty?"
Veronica smiled, and he melted, "I don't think thirst was the primary motivator in you going upstairs for 'refreshments'."
"You're probably right… Still want to drink away the agony of walking into the very full, unwelcoming house an hour ago?" Logan chuckled, rolling over onto his back. Veronica didn't skip a beat before rolling so that they'd simply switched positions and now she was on top.
"That was, to say the least, incredibly disappointing. I was almost looking forward to your dad's gourmet dinner. Something normal in our unconventional relationship," she said with a somewhat wry smile.
Logan returned that smile with one of his own and cupped the side of her face with his hand, "It'll get more normal. I promise. Like I said, secrets are kind of sexy, but this… you deserve to be more than a secret. Much more…"
She sighed and lay down to rest her head on his chest, "It's definitely not a secret anymore. Everybody knows now…"
"Don't say it like it's a bad thing. We can do this Ronnie. We're stronger than them," he assured her, running his fingers through her hair.
"I know… but what are we going to do about Duncan? He's your best friend. I don't want to be the reason he isn't anymore," she said peeking up to look him in the eyes.
Logan's lips curled up slightly in that goofy smile of his, "Duncan and I have been through a lot. We'll work this out. I'll talk to him, explain how it is. And he's with Meg now… so he can't really claim you anymore." He looked deep into her eyes, showing her that while Duncan couldn't, he definitely did, "It just sucks he had to find out like this. My dad sure has great timing."
"Yeah… that's the worst part. That he found out along with the rest of the school. We should have been the ones to tell him. Finding out the way he did…" she trailed off, looking down at Logan's shirt.
"It'll be alright. I'll take care of it… I'm going to take care of you," he said softly, in a caring tone that she'd so rarely heard pass his lips. It made her breath catch in her throat, just as it had when he'd said he was moving on, and when he'd said how he couldn't stand having hurt her when all he wanted to do was protect her. Veronica snapped her head up to meet his gaze, seeing the honesty in it, fully believing that he would do whatever he could to protect her, and take care of her. She tried so hard to be independent and take care of everything herself, not including all of the favors she enlisted, those were different. She asked for favors, but the deed was always done by her and usually her alone. She used to feel safer that way, barely letting her dad help her, even when she knew she needed it. But Logan made it seem safer to let him take care of her. Her heart told her she needed this, that she needed a break from doing it all alone. Logan was willing and able to take some of the weight off of her shoulders, and she should be willing and able to let him. Trusting him was going to be the scariest and potentially the most fulfilling thing she'd done in a long time, if ever. She knew she didn't have to, that she was risking everything she'd worked for the past year by doing it, but she was going to let him take care of her. She didn't want to be alone. She needed someone…. No… She needed Logan.
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