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Veronica fell down on Logan's large, and doctor prescribed, bed. He wheeled himself as close as he could. The only thing that could have made the moment perfect was if he could have been able to have sex with her. That wasn't possible though, not anymore. He just looked at her, thinking about the things she used to do to him. Before he was a vegetable, when he was able to physically enjoy it. He wished he still could, and for a moment he forgot about the problem. He simply sunk into the daydream, and in the dream, he could feel it.
Veronica's jaw dropped, as she finally understood why he was eyeing at her so heavily.
" Logan. Are you thinking about me? "
He soon jumped back into reality.
" No. "
" Yeah. Okay. "
" What if I was? "
Veronica smiled, licking her lips slightly. Logan nearly went crazy; his brain falling onto ridicules ideas.
" I'd just have to teach you a lesson. " Was what she replied as she started to slowly unzip the hoodie she had been wearing.
Logan soon shook his head.
" Don't tease me, Veronica. "
" You like it. "
As she let it slide off of her arms, her nipples were visible through her shirt. This was when Logan began to feel a mild sensation, very mild, and to Logan, it was almost painful.
" Veronica, please. "
Once she had pulled her top off, Veronica crawled her way to Logan. Unwanted memories began to pester through his head, memories that he could never share. She was now sitting on him, her face only centimeters away from his. This would have been the first kiss they had in over three years. Veronica wanted it to be something they'd both remember. She slowly let her lips touch his, but only soft pecks, this continued for a short while. Logan couldn't handle it anymore, he pulled her closer and the whole situation began to heat up. He missed it, her taste. It was his favorite thing in the entire world. Veronica broke away for a second.
" You jumped the gun. "
" I couldn't help myself. "
The whole problem soon dawned on Veronica.
" I don't know ... what to do. "
Logan let his head fell down slightly. The memories were filling up now. He even recalls a time an inmate said those exact same words to him. He soon figured it out. That would be something Logan would never forget. His head dropped further, in some attempt to hide tears. Veronica heard it, but she didn't say anything, not until he started to get loud and she knew something was wrong. That was when she asked him if he was all right, when he didn't reply she just held him.
" I ... I can't Veronica. " Was all he managed to say.
" It's okay. That's okay. "
She'll never admit it, but when Logan said that to her, she nearly cried. She felt so sorry, so guilty.
*****
Logan sat in his bathtub, allowing water to run through his hair from a nearby tap. He proceeded by rubbing soap into the heavy stubble on his face, as he washed it out, he wondered how he was going to get to work that day. It was quarter after eight; he had about a half hour. He soon finished washing and started to exit out of his bath. Placing himself in his nearby wheelchair, he quickly made his way to his bedroom. He took a towel as he did so and began drying himself on the way. As he threw on some clothes, he looked at his clock. Shit. He knew his boss would spew at him for being late, no matter how fucked that sounds it's the truth. Logan quickly ran a comb through his hair and made his way through the door, taking a hat as he did so.
*****
Logan quickly made his way into the loud and busy factory, where Logan was soon approached by a rather old and rough looking man.
" You're late. "
" Sorry, sir. "
" If I got a dime every time you said that to me, " he said mockingly " get your ass to your post. "
He didn't like this place. He didn't like his job, he couldn't do any of the physical work, and they had him on intercom. Giving out bullshit announcements, either way, it paid all right. That was really all that mattered. Logan was soon at the top of the elevator that he had just got on. He took a quick turn as he rolled out heading for the intercom office. Just another day, he thought to himself. He's been doing this for too long.
*****
A pale and unfocused Logan sat behind the glass of a prison visiting room. His lawyer sat across from him. Some paper work in his hands.
" We need to discuss the money Logan. "
" What about it. "
" If you don't figure out what you're going to do with it, then it's gone. "
" What are you saying? "
" I'm saying your bank account will be frozen in roughly three days. "
" When will I be able to get it back? "
" My guess is, you won't. I really doubt you'll ever see it again. "
Logan's head fell down. He knew what he was going to do.
" Logan? "
" Veronica Mars. "
" What? "
" Give it to her, everything. "
" That'll look a little suspicious. What about Trina? "
" She has enough. I want it to go to Veronica. "
" Logan- "
" I said that it was going to Veronica! "
*****
Veronica was placing dishes in the expensive dishwasher that came with her ridicules house in Westwood, an area that might as well be Neptune, just slightly further away. Daniel came up from behind her, swaying her side to side once he had hold of her, for a brief second she has a slight flashback.
" We're never being normal are we? " Logan asked swaying Veronica side to side in his kitchen.
" Hey. "
" Hi. "
" What you want to do today? "
" I don't know. You have something in mind? "
" It's my last day, sweets. We should do something nice. "
Veronica turned to face him. She rested her hand on his chest.
" Do you really have to go? "
Daniel nodded.
" I'm only going to be a few weeks. "
" I know, but I feel like we haven't celebrated enough. "
Daniel brought his hands down to Veronica's waist.
" We'll have plenty of time to celebrate. We're married now. "
Daniel started to walk towards the stairs.
" Besides you have Caleb to keep you company. "
Veronica smiled.
" Is he still asleep? "
" He won't be in a minute. "
" Wait. "
Daniel turned around.
" Let me get him. "
*****
Veronica walked into one of the bedrooms of the house. The walls were dark blue and there were toys tucked into one corner of the room. Veronica set her eyes on the six-year-old boy who was still asleep. He looked slightly like his father Daniel, but mainly, his mother. Her name is Brook or something. Daniel doesn't like to talk about her. She can't be too nice a person if she'd take off without giving her child a second thought. Veronica knows exactly how that feels; thank God Caleb was too young. Veronica sat at the side of the little boys bed. Gently putting a hand on his head, running it through his little boy like hair. Caleb's eyes slowly open.
" Morning bud. "
Caleb quickly sat up, giving a Veronica a hug. She doesn't know when she'll get used to that. He soon stops, leaping off of his bed and running off to go be with his dad. If you had asked her about where she thought she'd be seven years ago. This wouldn't have been the answer.
*****
Logan found himself back home at six o'clock on the dot. He threw his hat off and wheeled towards the fridge, taking out a beer. He stopped in front of his television flicking it on. The first thing that came on was some Simpson's re-run. He watched that, not really paying attention. He thought about what he was going to do with the life he had left. Lets face it; he wasn't going to end up working in that dump until he couldn't call announcements anymore. Who wants to live like that? It was that moment when he needed to talk somebody. He turned the television off, no longer interested. Logan wheeled himself over to the phone. He was going to call somebody, who hopefully, still wanted to talk to him.
*****
Veronica lay on Logan's bed, while he just sat feet away from it staring out of his bedroom window. He looked so down.
" What's the matter with you? "
" I don't know. I guess this just isn't how I pictured it. "
" I know what you mean. "
" Who knew that we'd switch places. "
" What? "
" You'd be the one with the money, and I'd be the guy living in an inner-city apartment. "
Veronica fell onto the bed, letting her whole body rest.
" Don't worry, one day we'll live in a beautiful beach house in the south of France. Somewhere we can grow old together. "
Veronica looked up at him.
" Like the sound of that? " She asked after.
Logan did his best to hide his tears, those fucking tears.
" Yeah, of course. "