Disclaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars, but sometimes in the dark of night, like it is now, I feel like I could-and that I'd do a great job or owning it. I would write really great scripts, and treat the actors well-especially Jason Dohring…now who doesn't want that?
Gun show, Waco, scores of like-minded misfits…bomb threats? Could Norris Clayton have orchestrated something so huge? And the more importantly would he have? She looks up and Logan is there, leaning against the paneling, waiting for her, just as he'd said he would he would be.
"You Ok?" He asks, genuine concern filling his voice, and she nods, an unintelligible sound escaping her lips. But she's not Ok, not really. Despite her familiarity with violent cases, this has hit close to her core, and she barely suppresses a shudder as she gazes up at him, relief and eternal gratitude flowing out of every pore. The urge to be closer to him overwhelms her, and without thinking, she stands on her tiptoes, and lightly flutters her lips against his. The shock on her face is palpable, and warning bells flash in her mind. That was dumb Veronica, she thinks, shaking her head in humiliation. What would ever possess you to kiss Logan Echolls-but she can't think, she can barely breathe, when he spins her around, drawing her into his arms.
Nothing can prepare her for the onslaught of emotions roiling through her. Passion…. heat…exploding tension, it's almost as if this has been boiling up between them, aching to reach the surface, since he'd asked for her help. Maybe even before that. She wraps her arms around him, trying to pull him closer, deeper, father than anyone has ever been. A light breeze flutters her hair, and shocked, she breaks away first, gazing up at him with guileless eyes. His arms are barely holding her, and she wants to close her eyes-relish the feeling of safety and warmth that he instills within her, but she takes as step back unable to process these new feelings and the hundreds of thoughts rushing through her head. As she reaches her car she can't help gazing at him one last time. The disbelief on his face surely matches her own, and she can feel the entire stability of her world crashing down. You just kissed Logan Echolls, screams the voice inside her head. But as she drives away, she finds she can't regret it.
A/N: So this is the second installment. Things have gotten so sad and complicated between these two on the show, that I figured why not have a throw back to the beginning? It remains one of my favorite VM moments, and totally one of the hottest TV kisses ever. I hope you enjoyed my little fic. I had a ton of fun writing it.