"I'll call you as soon as I get home." Those were the last words Veronica spoke to Logan before she had backed her way out of his suite, hurried down the corridor, and exited his life for two whole months. It was a simple announcement. There really wasn't anything extraordinary about it at all, and yet.. Logan had taken this small phrase as more than just a declaration. Instead, he actually saw it more as a promise.
A promise that they two of them had a future. A promise that they would be together as soon as she came home. And a promise that she was finally going to give them another chance. Yet Logan quickly realized as the days passed on that it really did not matter at all how he interpreted her words. No matter how hard he hunted for veiled meanings or searched for hidden implications it simply did not matter. For after two months and five days passed…Veronica still had not called him.
This had caught Logan almost completely off guard, though he eventually realized that the Great Detective Mars had, indeed, left clues. He had just failed to notice them..or perhaps he simply had not wanted to find them in the first place.
Every single one of these 'clues' could be found in the way she corresponded with him while she was away. At first, the two of them had been in very close contact. She had called him almost every night, giving him a play by play of just about everything and everyone she saw. No insignificant detail was left unsaid, but Logan had not minded. No, he had actually loved her calls and the fact that the two of them would crack jokes and make amusing sarcastic comments about their daily lives for hours. Admittedly, he was even fonder of the fact that she clearly wanted him to be apart of her life. Why else would she tell him every detail about her day if this wasn't true?
Over time, the phone calls became scarcer and scarcer but Logan did not mind. For Veronica assured him that she had become really busy as life as an intern wasn't exactly glamorous. Instead of a gun, she received mountains of paperwork everyday along with specific directions on just how they should be organized. It was boring, and it was tedious, but in her mind… it was worth it. For she had already picked up on quite a few tricks just scanning through those papers and secretively listening in on those meetings her superiors held. Yes, this internship really was doing wonders for her.
Logan was supportive of all this, relieved that her FBI hopes had not been bitterly dashed away. No, clearly Veronica was living her dream so he was not about to resent her busy schedule. Of course, his own life had become significantly more demanding as well over the summer while he set about straightening himself out.
Yet before his personal 'winds of change' began to brew, Dick and him flew off to Australia to surf as planned less than a week after Veronica left…and their trip had been nothing short of amazing.
The waves there had been absolutely incredible, and of course, the chicks were rather outstanding as well. Dick essentially had a smorgasbord with them, feasting on a new one every night. Yet Logan withstood all temptations, even though far more than one beautiful girl had shamelessly tried work their magic on him. But whenever it felt difficult to ignore their advances, Logan would recall in dry amusement the way Veronica had raised her brows at him and told him to resist 'riding more than just waves.' Somehow, that memory just made it so much easier to say no.
And of course, during the entire timespan that he was in Australia, Veronica and him would talk nearly every night on the phone. That definitively made behaving himself not so difficult at all. Yes indeed, as the days passed one, there certainly seemed to be hope that the name Logan Echolls would one day not be synomomous with the phrase "Bad Boy." Or "psychotic jackass" for the matter.
Eager for this day to finally come, Logan was actually rather impatient to return home to Neptune, which shocked even himself. Dick seemed even more surprised, as the blond had just blinked and said. "Dude" when Logan had told him he wanted to come home after just two weeks. He had then proceeded to nod in the direction of the ocean before nodding in the direction of a group of attractive females dressed in nothing more than skanky bikinis.
But Logan had just grinned at his wayward friend before booking them a pair of tickets home. Dick didn't say a word to him about this…instead, he just proceeded to sulk like a ten year old who found coal in his Christmas stockings. And of course, every once in awhile Logan would hear him make quiet cracks about how "Ronnie' had gone and 'lassoed his balls again.' But he didn't exactly feel a need to respond to these accusation. Dick had never really grasped the concept of a dedicated relationship…much less an epic one.
When the surfing pair finally returned home to Neptune, Logan was pleased to say Australia had done wonders for him as he had realized while he was out paddling through the ocean exactly what he wanted to do with his life. This epiphany occurred at a rather random time actually…right after a pretty tourist girl had set about trying to seduce him by making painfully awkward small talk about his family life.
Logan hadn't even really looked at her while she chattered on, instead focusing his gaze on his board which he was attempting to wax without distraction. In the background, the girl continued to babble on about how she used to have such a huge crush on his father . She then suddenly paused before she flirtatiously trailed her finger down his muscled arm and told him that though Aaron had been hot, his son was a lot better looking than he had ever been.
Logan had gritted his teeth together at this, never wanting to be compared to his dear old father, no matter what the circumstances. The girl, finally detecting that she had annoyed him then tried to smooth things back over by saying. "And besides, your dad killed a girl too. I mean, he should have gone to jail, right? Like, he was a murderer."
With an intense look in his eye, Logan had lifted his surfboard and replied. "Yes. He was." in an edgy tone before he curtly walked right by the girl and straight into the ocean. Taking out his long standing aggression with the whole Aaron Echolls trial out on the waves, Logan began to contemplate time and time again just how unjust it was that his dad had walked.
Sure vengeance had finally been served, but it still tortured Logan to no end that it had to be done outside the law. With thoughts of 'justice' mulling through his mind while he battled through the waves, Logan suddenly realized exactly what he wanted to do with his life.
He wanted to be a Prosecutor. A District Attorney. If he could do this, he then would actually have a chance to make a difference by putting horrible people, like his Father had been,. who didn't deserve to walk the streets back behind bars.
He knew it was an ambitious goal and that he would have to seriously raise his GPA if he had any intention of getting into law school…yet none of this intimidated Logan. Now that he had a goal in life and a straight path to walk down, he wasn't going to let anything get in his way…especially his own self.
Though Logan was feeling rather inspired, he decided not to tell Veronica about his ambitions just yet. Instead, he'd let her see for herself that he now had a purpose and was working on straightening himself out. Even more importantly, it seemed he was well on his way now to finally becoming a contributing member of society. What an astonishment for Veronica that would be that would be.
Now determined, he returned home and contacted none other than Cliff McCormack and asked him if they could have a little chat. Cliff was surprised by Logan's sudden contact but even more astounded when the boy asked him if he could act kind of as an assistant to him in attempts to familiarized himself with the law.
Cliff accepted this proposition partially because he was simply amused by the idea of the pampered son of a movie star finally doing some work, and partially because he could see that intense look of determination in Logan's eye. And of course, Cliff did have perhaps a small smidge of affection for the boy. Sure, he was an obnoxious, smug smartass, but no one could deny he had wit and a keen sense of observation.
After just a few weeks, Cliff was shocked by just how much potential there truly was beneath Logan's cocky smirk as the boy proved to be a very quick learner. In addition to this, he actually showed he was capable of being helpful as well and in return, Logan learned quite a bit from the seedy lawyer. An understanding was quickly formed between the unlikely pair and soon enough, they actually had an impressive alliance.
With the idea of surprising her still in his mind, Logan left out any details of this in the phone calls and emails he and Veronica exchanged which were growing fewer and fewer everyday. Admittedly, Logan did grow anxious about this at times, and found himself sitting on his couch staring off into space while he waited for a call more than just once. Yet he reasoned she was simply busy and so he set about filling up his own time up, as well.
His summer was a perfect blend of both work and play for almost everyday after leaving Cliff's side, Logan and Dick would meet up for a guy's night. What originally started as Dick sleeping over a couple times a week after having six beers too many eventually turned into him moving back into the suite once again.
Logan didn't mind as he liked having his buddy there, especially since he didn't have to worry about Dick bursting in on his 'personal time' now that Veronica was gone. Yet as the days turned to weeks, and the weeks just continued to pass by, Logan became very edgy and restless as he eagerly and anxiously awaited for the day Veronica would come home.
Her last email to him said her plane would land on Friday, and that particular week, the days crept by painfully slow. Yet finally, Friday arrived and Logan spent the day looking down eagerly at his phone about every five minutes waiting for her to call. She didn't.
Friday passed by as did Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday..and still nothing. Not a word. Logan had tried to make contact, of course. He called her twice everyday and left her at least three voice messages…and yet still there was nothing.
Veronica had told him she'd call him as soon as she returned home but eventually, Logan was forced to face the sad fact that this was a promise she did not intend to keep.