Disclaimer: I don't own, nor am I affiliated with Veronica Mars, or Rob Thomas, but boy, do I wish I was.
The apartment was quiet. Too quite she realized, for Duncan to have stayed. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen his car in the lot when she'd pulled in, but she'd been too distracted to notice. She and Logan had kissed. Sighing, she leaned against the door, sliding down to the floor, cupping her head in her hands. What a mistake that had been. What had she been thinking? You weren't thinking, her subconscious whispered, and Veronica had to acknowledge that it was right. Logan's touch had set something powerful off within her, and she hadn't been able to let it go. Now, as she stood, walking to the couch where Duncan had slept, she smiled at the indentation his body had left. Duncan was strong, and constant, and he loved her. That was what mattered. Not some heated, volatile romance that would only break her heart, but stability. She could live on stability, it was what she needed. She flopped back on the couch, pulling the knit blanket to her chin, and tried to believe that she could still feel his warmth. But as she fell into a deep slumber, it wasn't Duncan's face she pictured.
A/N: I know, it's supershort. But it's going to be quickly followed by the superlong. I know it's sometimes frustrating for you guys to deal with such short chapters, but I love the show so much, and I just want to depict it correctly. I can't write if I don't feel it, and with the last few things I came up with before this short little chapter had just been too much, or too little, and I can't stand it if it isn't the best I can do, y'know? And it wasn't the best I could do. So, haha. I hope you enjoy this little snippet, and tune in for more!