Disclaimer: Don't own Veronica Mars. Wish I did. Therein lies the problem.
Despite the comfort she feels with Logan's arms wrapped around her, it's 3 in the morning and she still can't sleep, the certainty in his eyes and the timbre of his voice resonating through her mind. He didn't do it. Aaron hadn't killed Lilly. It's a small comfort, that. But as the memory of her best friend's battered body flits through her mind, she shudders. Not so comforting. A movie montage of Lilly memories flashes through her mind, and suddenly; she can't quite quell the ache that builds in her chest. I will find out who did this to you, Lilly. Logan mutters something incoherent in his sleep, tightening his grip around her waist, and she turns to face him, pulling him closer, trying to dash his demons away. And I'll make them pay.
"Shh baby, it's Okay." She murmurs, kissing his eyelids. He shudders involuntarily, his entire body tensing, and fleetingly she wonders what it is that's torturing him. Oh wait, Veronica. That's easy! Could be that his girlfriend was murdered in cold blood? And as an added bonus his father slept with her at some point as well? Gosh, I didn't think so. She shudders again, wrapping herself around him and squeezing her eyes closed. The gruesome details are almost too much to bear. I can't go through this again. But of course she can. She will. She does every day when she runs through the details of the Lilly Kane Murder Investigation over and over again. She's even dedicated her laptop to it. Sighing, she burrows into him again, wishing that there were something she could do to make her awful hallucinations go away.
"V?" He whispers a few moments later, when her breathing has steadied and he's almost positive she's asleep. When she doesn't respond, he slips out from beneath her, pulling up the covers around her to keep out the cold. After pressing a quick kiss to her temple, he slips in front of her computer desk, tapping on the keys to wake it from its sleep. An old Homecoming picture of the girls assaults him as the computer sputters to life, and though the familiar ache at the loss of Lilly hits him square in the gut, it is Veronica's understated beauty that really draws him in.
"Hey," She mumbles from behind him, and he freezes, his fingers stilling above the keys. "What're you doing?" She asks sleepily, stretching and padding to him, dropping a kiss on the crook of his neck. He shivers.
"Would you believe me if I told you that I had a dire urge to check my horoscope?" He asks, not turning to face her. If she's upset, he won't be able to handle the disappointment looming in her eyes, and if she isn't he doesn't know how he'll be able to lie to her.
"Well, now that you've put it that way, no." She responds, laughing a bit and leaving another peck on his shoulder. "What's going on? And why the sudden interest in horoscopes?" She's pulled herself into his lap now, wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips connecting with his on a soft sigh.
"Veronica," He murmurs, breaking contact, which he instantly regrets after looking into her eyes.
"Logan," She whispers back, leaning up and kissing him again, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. "This is a perfectly good make out moment." She murmurs, dotting the tiniest of kisses on his collarbone. "Don't ruin it."
"Veronica. I wasn't going to look up my horoscope." He mutters, his eyes telling her just how serious he is. Scoffing, she leans back, arching a perfectly sculpted eyebrow as she glances at him.
"Wow, Logan!" She says, dropping into the faux cheerleader voice he hates, and swatting him on the arm. "I had no idea." She giggles, and it takes everything he has to not grab her up in his arms and kiss her senseless.
"V, I'm serious. I was…I was going to look at-I know you're carrying on your own investigation. And I just…I was going to read things. Try and get some more insight. Please don't be mad."
"Mad?" She asks, her voice catching at the end. Her eyes are a bit wide, but she doesn't move. Doesn't slap him. Doesn't turn away. He's too scared to hope that she won't end things completely. As she presses her lips to his, he's lost.
"Veronica-I'm so sorry-I-" She nods once, breaking the contact of their lips, and as she rests her head against his shoulder. He can feel her tears.
"It's Okay." She whispers, then kisses him lightly to prove it. "What did you want to see?" She asks, slowly detangling herself from his arms and facing forward. Bringing up Lilly's file, she stands, and gestures down to it, tilting her head. "There it is." She bends and places the softest of kisses on his temple. "All of it." She turns back to the bed, stretching again and burrowing under the covers. Her pulse is jumping and she feels as though her heart is about to catapult itself right out of her chest, but just as the panic really starts to set in, the sound of his breathing steadies her. Even from across the room she can sense his presence, and although he's the cause of her anxiety, he also makes it better. Just by being Logan. A feeling of warm contentment replaces her fear-finally she's safe. He's turning towards her, and she starts to tell him so, but the look on his face stops her, shaking her to the core once more.
"I know what happened."
A/N: I won't lie to you. While there are certain things that I like in this chapter, I am a firm believer that the majority of it sucks. But since I've been working on it since about 7, and it's now 1 in the morning, this is the best you're going to get. I really hope you guys enjoy it, because I wrote it for you.