Disclaimer: Unfortunately, the fates are not kind, and I own neither Veronica Mars, nor Jason Dohring. But Christmas is coming, so if anyone wants to be really nice and do some kidnapping, I wouldn't be opposed. Oh oops, did I just say that out loud?
"Were you just speaking to Veronica?" He calls out as he walks onto the patio; he's not even looking at her. He's flipping through the mail, with his back to her, and although she is numb all over she can feel her anger bubbling to the surface, and all at once realizes that she'll be Okay.
"As a matter of fact, I was, Donut." There is a devious smile playing across her lips as she stands up from the lawn chair she'd been lounging on and winds herself around him.
"And is she Okay?" He asks, looking into her eyes for the first time. They are guarded, but there is amusement lurking at their corners.
"She's fine. She and Logan are having a grand old time." Her answer is cryptic, and causes him pause. Veronica and…Logan?
"What is she doing with Logan?" He turns away from her again, and unbidden a memory he'd pushed aside sneaks up on him. Logan and Veronica wrapped in each other's arms, sleeping peacefully in the guest suite of Shelley Pomeroy's mansion.
"I don't know, Donut. Maybe touching, and kissing, and doing all those things that people in love do!" He feels the room spinning. Logan and Veronica? His best friend and his girlfriend. Ex girlfriend. No.
"Lilly, what are you talking about?" His voice has hit a nervous hitch, and although he doesn't want to believe her, the look in her eyes tells him otherwise. "They're not in love! They can't be!" She shrugs her petite shoulders, pouting her lips and shimmying around him, making kissing noises and gestures. "C'mon, stop it. Veronica and Logan are not…they're not together." There are tears in his voice now, his throat is constricting by the second, and she stops teasing for a moment to glance up at him shocked at his fragility-his weakness. "Aren't you more upset about this?" She turns back to face him, her face a mask of pity…and if he looks deeply enough, hurt. She shrugs her petite shoulders, her blue eyes guarded again.
"Veronica Mars is my best friend, Duncan. And Logan and I were so over anyway. So I mean, it's better this way." She turns away from him, so he can't see the pain in her eyes.
"How can you say that Li-" He starts, but she whips around to glare at him, a glassy sheen darkening her eyes.
"Duncan! How can you not? Obviously, in each other they've found something that we," She pauses and gestures in between the two of them, her despair evident. "That we can't…provide for them." She swallows as she says this, turning her head again, so he can't see the lone tear streaming down her cheek. Lilly Kane did not cry. "Logan's probably been dying to bang a virgin for months." Her tone is petulant, and she glares straight into his eyes, an unspoken challenge rising in them.
"What can't I give Veronica that he can, Lilly?" He asks, voice breaking. She's laughing, and his world is suddenly going black about the edges.
"God, Donut. I don't know, SEX? Every girl needs a little chocolate in her life." She pauses and turns from him, bending at the waist and arranging the towel on her chair. "I guess Logan is Veronica's." She shrugs as she turns back to face him, her eyes twinkling. "So to speak." She grins again, and bites her lip, smirking up at him, her eyelashes batting. "It's Okay, Donut." She pats his shoulder mockingly. "Maybe after they've had their fun, and Logan's done something stupid, she'll crawl back to you. You never know. Second times the charm and all that." She bites the corner of her lip. "Maybe you'll actually be able to…satisfy her this time." She giggles to herself, and he shoves her, slightly. Just to make her go away, to feel his pain. Losing her balance a little, she straightens, and laughingly pushes him back. His mind is all black now, he doesn't know what he's doing, doesn't realize that as he slams her down against the concrete again and again, the ground is stealing her very essence, and the discarded red ashtray-filled to the brim with her ruined, half finished cigarettes, is slowly filling with her blood.
A/N: Well! That was fun in a slightly-who am I kidding, TREMENDOUSLY disturbing way, but all the same, I hope you guys like it, because I worked really hard to make sure that you did.