A/N: Thanks to lex and forcedmovent, my official muses. Every gal should be as lucky to have them for inspiration. As always, italics are VMVO.
Veronica finished touching her hair under the red wig she was wearing. It wasn't really her color, but Duncan had already seen the black, curly wig, and the last thing she needed was Duncan Kane having her thrown out of Logan's hospital room. She inspected herself in the mirror and then turned around to show her audience.
"What do you think?" She asked. Weevil grinned from where he sat perched on her desk.
"I think that you're going to an awful lot of trouble to see him." Weevil replied, getting serious. "Is he worth it?"
"How can you ask me that?" She answered, her tone soft. "I'm the reason he's in the hospital right now, Weevil."
"Is that a fact?" He questioned, getting up and walking over to her. "Did you push him off that bridge?"
"No, of course not." She denied, staring at him with a confused expression. "You know I didn't."
"Then his condition is not your fault. It's his." Weevil said, putting his hand on her shoulders, and looking her in the eye. "You're not responsible for the way Logan chose to handle the things going down the other night."
"Maybe not." Veronica countered. "But I'm responsible for turning him, and in his eyes, betraying him all over again." Weevil shook his head.
"I can't make agree with me." He replied, letting go of her as she slipped a pair of glasses on her face. "I just wish that..."
"What?" She asked, staring at him. He shook his head, shrugged, and made an 'after you' motion with his arm. Veronica narrowed her eyes at him before picking up her bag and leading the way out of Mars Investigations.
Weevil dropped her off by the rear entrance of the hospital, nodding at her smile of thanks. She watched as he drove off, and then headed for the uniform closet she'd seen earlier that day.
The hallway was deserted, and she sighed with relief.
Finally, something that's gone right today.
Veronica slipped her lock pick out of her bag, and picked the lock quickly. She turned the handle, checked both ways to make sure no one would stop her, and slipped inside. She flipped the switch, turning on the light.
"Booyah." She whispered, smiling. Veronica quickly searched through the rows of scrubs, finding a pair of pants and a shirt that would fit her. Her jacket hit the floor, followed by her shirt and pants as she hurried into the uniform. Veronica picked her clothes up from the floor and shoved them half-haphazardly into her bag. She peered out of the closet, searching for anyone in the hallway.
Empty. Let's hope my luck holds.
Leaving the closet, she made sure it was closed all the way. She approached the nurse's station with a sunny, confident smile.
"Hi." She leaned conspiratorially over the desk to the nurse on duty there.
"What can I do for ya?" The nurse replied, looking up for a second.
"I'm new." Veronica began, smiling sheepishly. "They forgot to give me a locker, and it's this whole big thing." She continued, incorporating some annoyance. "I was hoping I could leave my bag here at the desk until my brother picks it up for me." She looked hopeful, and the held her breath as the nurse smiled back.
"Sure thing, hon." The nurse replied, as Veronica handed the bag over.
"Thanks, you're a lifesaver!" She exclaimed, granting the woman a big smile.
Wow. Maybe I should give up the P.I. Work and look into acting.
She blinked at the memory of Aaron Echolls that appeared before her eyes at that thought.
Or, maybe not.
She shuddered as she walked down the hall, already able to find Logan's room with her eyes closed.
Face it, Mars. You got it bad. Just a shame we never got to experiment with outfits. Logan would've loved this one.
She smiled, nearing Logan's room. Veronica peered around the corner, noticing that Duncan and Meg had left for the time being. She checked out the deputy posted at his door, and was thankful that it wasn't Leo. The outfit would fool anyone who didn't get a good look at her, but up close, he'd know her in a heartbeat.
Veronica approached the door warily, giving the guard a cheery smile. He barely glanced at her before returning to the paper he was reading, no doubt engrossed in the headline.
Aaron Echolls Arrested For Lilly Kane Murder.
She shook the thoughts away as the door closed behind her. Cautiously, she neared the bed, gasping at how pale he was.
Damn it, Logan. Why'd you have to be so impulsive?
She wouldn't love him any other way, of course.
"I believed you, you know. After you told me about the letter, I believed you." It took her a moment to realize she'd spoken out loud. Her voice seemed loud over the absence of machines. Now that he'd stabilized, all they could do was wait for him to wake up. "I wanted so much for you to be innocent, that I went looking for proof that it wasn't you...and I got it."
And somehow I made things worse. Good to know you can count on me in a pinch.
"You'll never know how sorry I am, Logan." She whispered, leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. "I hope that one day you can forgive me.:"
A tear fell from her eye and landed softly on his skin.
"You take all the time you need." She sniffed, trying to stop her flooding emotions. "I'll be here when you're ready to wake up."
Logan sat up then, his eyes open wide, and a scream erupting from his throat.