Dark days: Patience


She basically ran off of the lear jet.

"Veronica!" Logan followed her reaching out and grabbing onto her arm to turn her back to him, "you didn't answer my question."

She looks down at his hand on her skin.

Ten hours minus a couple naps and they have talked about nothing else but his question.

She can't give him the answer he obviously wants. She sighs and watches as his hand slowly moves from hers.

"My answer is the exact same as it was when we got on the plane ten hours ago."

"Oh come on Veronica."

"No, no way would superman win in a fight with Batman."

"Come on!" Logan's arms are moving wildly, in a way she hasn't seen since pre high school. It's childlike and it warms her heart that after everything he's still capable of that, "he's Superman! Super is in the title, he is obviously superior."

She shakes her head and follows him to the airport, "Superman has a rigid set of rules, and Batman's pragmatic."

She honestly can't believe that Logan prefers Superman over Batman when he has so much more in common with the dark knight a flexible morality for one.

She would have rather talked about something other than the grand Superman v Batman debate of their childhood but it was better than spending ten hours sick to her stomach over the impending, possibly already tragic, union of their best friends. Personally she doesn't think that Logan is taking this seriously enough.

Then again his bestie would be getting the better end of the deal. Mac would be the one tied to an unstable jackass, what did Dick have to offer other than money? Something Mac could have all her own in a few years or a few keystrokes if she was feeling naughty.

She's getting worried again, their more then ten hours ahead of them, they could have gotten married the second they landed, they could already have moved onto drunken honeymoon and sight seeing.

"It's okay, it'll be okay Veronica, Mac's smart. Too smart to let anyone convince her of doing something she doesn't want."

"I know..." Its just that she's been distant recently and she's been worried and it looks like its been with good reason since she's fled the country with Dick Casablancas.

She follows Logan through customs and out to the other side where a town car is already waiting. Seriously travelling with rich people is something she could get used to. It had taken her a good twenty minutes to flag down a cab when she'd been in NYC, and she was pretty sure she had accidentally stolen some businessmen's cab.

Her leg is bouncing violently in the back of the car as Logan talks amicably with the taxi driver in French. Logan's hot hand goes to her knee and stills it, pressing into her skin firmly. It's a left over intimacy that heats up her skin. Back before Lily...back before her world had ripped apart this kind of thing was just a friendship thing. It warmed and calmed and brought about laughter and secret telling...but now, after everything, the laughter didn't want to bubble up in her, the heat and weight of his hand just seemed to ground everything.

She looked at her phone, no messages from Mac or even Dick. A message from Wallace and one from her father and another from Parker.

Parker and Wallace wanted to know why the hell Dick was on Mac's phone telling them that she was getting married. Her father wanted to know why she thought it was okay to leave a message like 'went to Paris to stop Mac from marrying Dick' and thought that didn't warrant a phone call and he hoped to god she meant Paris Texas.

She'd call with answers as soon as she laid eyes on Mac and not a second before. They would all forgive her, she couldn't forgive herself if she let Mac go through with whatever crazy plan she had going.

Marrying one did not erase the acts of the other. Having Dick love her, need her, want her, was not the same as hearing it from Cassidy. It wouldn't give her the closure she so obviously needed.


She has to admit that the hotel room is absolutely fabulous but she sits heavily on the white and French blue couch, a couch she is positive cost more that her car, because after all the confidence talk they went through to get into the presidential suite it is completely empty. Absolutely devoid of life save for the fabulously fresh cut flowers.

"They aren't here." she sighs and watches as Logan goes through the desk for some sort of clue.

"Yeah...but they've been here. look." he tosses a bunch of papers at her and she fumbles a bit but only one manages to fall to the floor.

It's all in French.

She looks at Logan and hopes she is properly portraying how very not funny he is being. He knows her French is limited to dirty song lyrics and where's the bathroom.

"And what pray tell are these?"

He takes them from her and his sigh is not missed and not appreciated.

"It's their legal documents."

"and..."

"They aren't even notarized and they are missing a couple of documents."

"Why exactly do you know so much about what you need to get married in Paris?" she can't help but asking, even though she is trying to focus on the Mac/Dick problem it's pretty hard to stop that tightening in her chest at the thought that he had done actual research to get actual honest to god real married.

That's a lot of paper in his hands and apparently not all of it, which means that this thing isn't a spur of the moment drunken Vegas wedding, this is the kind of thing that's premeditated that has forethought.

Mac had been distant for a month tops there was no way that she had started having an affair with Dick in that time and had decided to get married, like good and proper forever and ever married.

"Lily wanted to get married here." He tells her quietly and the whisper of her name settles all the whirling thoughts in her brain.

Lily.

She grabs hold of Logan's hand, pushing her fingers through his and they sit in silence because they have to come back for the these papers if they want to get married. They just have to wait it out. She can do that. She can be patient. After all it's not nearly as uncomfortable waiting here in the presidential suite of the Paris Four Seasons then her piece of shit car with her telephoto lens stuck to her eye.


A/N: just a little shortie about Logan and Veronica's great european adventure. Not sure how long they'll last in the patience department, neither have really struck me as very calm and patient. Next up is Mac. The Mac and Dick chapters will probably end up being longer just because I feel I have more to say with them than Logan/Veronica. Please don't forget to tell me how much you love me. More love means quicker chapters!