Disclaimer: I of course am in no way affiliated with Veronica Mars. I just love it so.
A/N: I was just hit with inspiration; this is set in the first episode of the new season.
"I'll miss you." He whispers, and her world positively spins. She blinks, and though she can feel Duncan's hand on her forearm tightening slightly, she can't quite bring herself to move. Their eyes have caught and held, and there is so much she wants to say, but Duncan's burgeoning presence stops her. She lets herself be pulled along onto the bus, her eyes still caught with his as she walks back to her new life.
"I have to-," She mumbles incoherently as she clumsily turns, crashing into Duncan's downy smelling chest. She runs her fingers through her hair, gazing up at him, trying without words to express her emotions. "I'll be right back." Standing on her tiptoes, she brushes her lips against his and smiles tightly, hurrying off the bus. "Logan!" She calls out, turning a corner and stopping him dead. He turns, his shock tangible and thick, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip.
"What do you want, Veronica; to break up with me again? Or ooh, did the bus not run? Maybe you can accuse me of tampering with its insides." She frowns at his words, taking a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. As her fingers brush the material of his shirt, he flinches. "What're you doing?" He asks, and everything about him is cold. She stands back with an attitude of being stung.
"I don't…I don't even know. I'm sorry I bugged you." She mutters, turning slowly and heading back towards the bus.
"Wait, Veronica. Why did you get off the bus?" Her shoulders tighten and fall in a deep exhalation of breath mingled with a shrug.
"I don't know. I don't want it to end this way, Logan." He can't contain the cynical laugh that is ripped from his throat.
"You broke up with me. You didn't believe in me; in us. And the kicker? You start dating the guy who was supposed to be my best friend. Or I guess the person who was my best friend. Before my father killed his sister, anyway." His tone is flat and passionless, and she closes her eyes in anguish.
"Logan, you were hurting yourself. I just didn't-"
"You didn't what, Veronica? Didn't want to put some work in? Or you didn't want to be the girl dating the guy whose father killed Lilly Kane." She stiffened again, started to protest, but his voice stifled her words. "Come on, you know, I'm just dying for an explanation." He starts to walk away, his anger so hot that she can feel it from where she stands.
"I don't have one." She's looking down at her hands, biting her lip, anything to keep her from looking at him. She can't handle the pain she knows will be in his eyes.
"Then why?" Suddenly, he's closer than he's been in weeks, and his presence overwhelms her. She looks up, and she's lost in his eyes.
"Logan-I-we-we can't do this." She whispers, as he bends his head closer to her.
"I know," He murmurs as his hands come up and cup her face, giving her every opportunity to break free. "I love you, Veronica." He murmurs as his lips brush against hers.
A/N 2: So yeah. I really needed to write what would've happened, if Veronica had done what I needed her to do, gotten off that damn bus, and kissed Logan. Because I love them. And they belong together. I hope you liked it, and you'll tell me if you want me to continue.