Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Veronica Mars. Seriously. Not even the teensiest part. It's very sad.
"I can't believe you!"
"Doesn't matter."
"Don't you want justice? Help? For the person who did this to you to pay?" Confusion was written all over her face. Her eyes were spitting with fire, and her lips were set in a thin line.
"God, I love it when you're angry." He teased reaching out to grab her waist. She held back, fury crossing her features.
"Logan! What?" The sheer force in her voice made even her pause. Shaking her head glanced down at him, disbelief written all over her face.
"What? I don't want to press charges. I'll be fine. Everything will be fine. I have you don't I?" Her world was suddenly slipping. She was losing balance, losing grip, and nothing seemed to make sense.
"Yeah, you have me." She whispered, leaning over him and lightly brushing her lips over his. "But I'm not sure you want me." Her voice broke, and she turned to compose herself.
"What are you talking about Veronica? I don't want you because I don't want to press charges? How does that make sense?" He paused, his voice wavering a little. "You don't know what this could do. I'm just trying to cut off the fighting before it explodes into a full on war. I don't know why you're so upset about this." He rolled his eyes, and she gasped.
"You really don't know?" He shook his head. "You have no clue why this bothers me so much?" Her voice is laden with disbelief. He shrugged, slightly wincing from the pain in his stomach.
"No. And frankly? It's getting to be a little…much. It's my decision. And I've decided that I'm going to press charges, or release the name. I don't know why you care so much even though you seem to think I should." The glare he shot her sent her stomach down to her shoes. This can't be happening. Biting her lip to steady herself, she closed her eyes, and breathed deeply.
"Do you want to know why I'm…upset that you're not pressing charges? Why I'm shocked that you won't even tell-" her voice broke a little as she stumbled over her words. "…that you won't even tell me who did it?" Tears had sprung into her eyes and were now coursing down her cheeks. "It's because I'm afraid for you! Don't you get it? I almost lost you. You were gone-" She slumped into the chair, her hands covering her eyes. "You were so close to being gone…I don't care about who did it Logan. I don't care who they are, or why they did it…I just can't bear the thought that they might try it again." She sniffed, and breathed out shakily. "And that the next time, we won't be so lucky." She got up to leave, her shoulders shaking with her silent grief, and just as the door was opening he stopped her.
"'Ronica?" He called out, his voice scared and young. She turned, gazing at him, her cheeks red from the tears, trying to stifle back her sobs. "The shot," He swallowed again, looking away from her. "It wasn't meant for me." The words held a quiet certainty, and her brow furrowed as she backtracked to the bed.
"What? What do you mean?"
"It was meant for you. I think the bullet was meant for you."
A/N: I was all set to start proceeding with this new story that I've been rolling around in my head for a while until I got struck with this fabulous piece of intrigue. Now what do you think about that, hm? I love it!