Title: "Dreaming into Reality"

Author: libducky

Rating:M (language/sexual situations)

Spoilers/Warnings: During Episode 17 (eventually all of season 1)

Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica

Length: Not sure exactly how far this will go….

Summary: When dreams no longer become an escape, you have to face the inevitable reality.

A/N: Italics are dream sequences.

Nothing happens unless first a dream.

Carl Sandburg

She's on fire, and burning up fast. The flames seem to lick up and down her body. She feels like she's being consumed by the heat and burnt to the core. All sorts of sensations swirl around her, her senses kicking into overdrive. Gasping for air, her head tilts back as her mystery lover kisses her neck. His hands caress her back and waist while his mouth moves over her breast and applies a soft suction to her left nipple. She pants, flushed all over like a blazing furnace, as her hands pull at his hair.

She tries to pull him up to see his face. But he resists, and his hands only further distract her by sliding down to rest on her hips. One hand slips between her thighs and begins to glide upward. She shutters in anticipation and her heart pounds like an out of control locomotive. Higher and higher, closer and closer, almost there….

The alarm clock screeched loudly in the silent room. Veronica shot straight up in bed, sweat drenching her body. He heart was racing and her body ached in frustration. She turned and gave her pillow a good whack before lying back down to stare at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. With everything going on in her life, why couldn't her dreams allow her any refuge?

It's the same dream every night. She can never see his face but she knows his body. He's a mix of muscle and skin, hard and soft, and light and dark. He's always driving her to the edge of crazy but never revealing his face. She always woke up before anything really happened. All she knew was that she wanted him, her mystery lover, to touch her, make love to her, just plain fuck her.

She wished that she could remember exactly when the dream had started. But it has been going on for so long. It had begun about four years ago. She was having it when Lilly was alive. It had stopped when she and Duncan had gotten together but resurfaced almost nightly since the rape and Lilly's death.

Veronica rolled back over to look at her clock. She sighed and threw back the covers. As she dragged herself out of bed, she thought about how much she didn't want to go to school. She had to confront Logan about what he had seen on her computer when he stopped by her office the other day. She still remembered the look on Logan's face when she ripped up the check. She only hoped that he would keep quiet until she could do a bit more digging.

As for Logan, she couldn't help but feel sympathy and even a bit of understanding. Ever since she had taken the case to find his mother, she had seen a different side of Logan. They had managed to build a shaky truce, with a glimmer of that old friendship sneaking back. Like the time Logan had stopped her in the hall, put his hand on her arm and actually thanked her for helping him. And when she had replied that she knew what it was like, Logan had given her a small smile. She couldn't help but think that with that small glance, they had formed a bond that no one else could understand. But then, he had confronted Trina at the Sunset Regent and realized that his mother was truly gone. Veronica had never seen Logan cry. In fact, she was so startled, that for a second she had no idea what to do. All she could think was to hold him, rub his back, and whisper soothing words into his ear.

Maybe that was why when Logan showed up at the dance drunk, Veronica took it upon herself to try to help him. Only she knew why he had gone out and gotten wasted. Grief manifested itself in many ways, especially when hopes that high came crashing down. Thankfully, Leo didn't haul him in for underage drinking. Trina had showed up and got Logan to go with her. Veronica couldn't help but remember the last look Logan threw at her as he left. Little boy lost was what it said and she couldn't help but feel a tug at her heart.