Title: beautifulgarbage
Author: Modern-Insomniac1138
Pairing/Character: Logan, OC, hints of LoVe, V/D and Logan/Lilly
Word Count: 1,155
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Logan's adventures in therapy. Season 2.
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas, the creator, owns Veronica Mars. I am merely a fan. Lauren Dohring, the wife, owns Jason Dohring (Logan). I am merely his mistress. lol. j/k... really I am! Also, beautifulgarbage is the album title of the band Garbage's 2001 album. The chapters' titles are also the titles to the songs on the album. At the beginning of each chapter there is a sample of the songs' lyrics, which I do not own. I do not own the album, the songs, the lyrics, or the band, but Shirley Manson kicks major ass.
Boys in the girls room
Girls in the men's room
You free your mind in your androgyny
Boys in the parlor
They're getting harder
I'll free your mind and your androgyny
One Week Later
"Thanks Dr. Barton for another great session." Danielle Matthews says happily as she strolls out of Dr. Audrey Barton's office.
"It was my pleasure, Danielle, I'll see you next week." Audrey says smiling as she waves her client good-bye.
"Dr. Barton?" Zoe Tyler, Audrey's assistant, asks timidly.
"Yes, Zoe?" she asks.
"There's another client here to see you ma'am." she answers shyly.
Audrey scrunches her forehead in confusion, but then realizes who it must be.
"Alright, Zoe, just send him in." Audrey says.
"Yes, ma'am." Zoe says hurriedly as she walks past Audrey.
Audrey shakes her head in amusement at the young, red head as she re-enters her office.
A few moments later, her client arrives.
"I've got to say Doc, the birds are chirping, the animals are free, this is how it truly feels like to be happy again." a familiar deep, male voice says mockingly.
"Hello, Logan. I'm glad you chose to continue therapy sessions." Audrey says smiling.
"Yeah, well I kept thinking over in my mind if I wanted to be in a room with creepy, angry people or if I wanted to be alone in a room with a hot, older woman. That isn't what I call a choice." Logan says as he plops down on her black, leather couch.
"I'm glad you like my couch." Audrey says as she takes a seat in a chair across from where he is laying. She opens her notebook and gets a pen from her pocket.
"Yeah, well what can you say, I have a couch fetish." Logan says smirking.
"Okay so Logan, did you think over what I asked you last week?" she asks.
"Yeah, and I already gave you an answer, I'd rather be in a room with you." he answers flatly.
"No, I asked you why you picked therapy. I want to know the honest truth." she says.
Logan says nothing. Audrey sighs and says, "Logan, I can't help you if you don't participate."
Logan remains silent. Audrey sighs once again and asks, "Would it make you feel better if you could ask me a few questions, first?"
Logan finally answers, "Yes."
Audrey jots down a couple notes in her notebook as she says, "Okay then, ask away."
Logan looks up at the ceiling and asks flatly, "What's your favorite color?"
"Red."
"What's your favorite television show?"
"I don't watch TV."
"Are you married?"
"No."
"Do you have a pet?"
"Actually I do. It's a small, female Yorkshire terrier named Shirley."
Logan looks up at her in amusement and asks, "Shirley? Who the hell names their dog, Shirley?"
"Me." she answers. Logan shakes his head as he continues to stare at the ceiling.
"What's your favorite kind of music?"
"Classic rock."
"Do you read books?"
"Yes."
"What's your favorite book, then?"
"Night By Elie Wiesel."
He looks over at her and asks curiously, "What's it about?"
She smiles as she writes more notes into her notebook and answers, "It's about this young, Jewish boy who witnesses the death of his family, the death of his innocence, and the death of his God in a horrifying Nazi death camp during the Holocaust. It's penetrating, powerful, and very personal. If you want to read it, I could lend you my copy."
"Next time, I guess, so what's your favorite movie?"
"Soylent Green."
"What's your favorite flower?"
"White tulips."
"What's your favorite sex position?" he asks smirking.
Audrey smiles weakly as her face turns a strawberry red. "I guess that's enough about me for today." she says.
Logan cocks an eyebrow and says, "Well, I thought therapists and doctors were prudes, but I guess you escaped their similar fate."
"Logan, we're here to talk about you." she says.
He looks at her and smiles. "Aw, you do care. What do I owe you? A kidney?" he asks mockingly.
"Logan, it's already halfway through our session and we still haven't gotten anywhere, yet." she says looking at her watch on her wrist.
"Where's your clock?" he asks staring at her intently.
"What?" she asks as she meets his gaze.
"I mean the clock on your wall that you were screaming at last week. Where is it now?" he asks curiously as if he was a small child asking his mother a question.
Audrey stares at him in disbelief and writes a couple of notes in her notebook. "You noticed that clock?" she asks.
"Yeah I did, what happened to it?" he asks.
"I threw it out the window a few days ago, it was driving me nuts." she answers.
Logan chuckles as he smiles in amusement. "Nevermind that I asked." he says as he resumes staring at the ceiling.
"Do you want to talk about yourself?" she asks.
"No, I want you to talk about yourself." he answers.
"Why?" she asks as she writes a few more notes in her notebook.
"Why not?" he fires back.
Audrey sighs in defeat and asks, "Okay, where would you like me to start? From the womb, from birth, from childhood, what?"
Logan thinks for a moment and answers, "I just want to hear about you. I mean if you're going to be my therapist and we're going to have this "bond" then I should at least know a little bit about you. Come on, let me be the therapist."
"Okay, fine." she says reluctantly as she closes her notebook and stands up. He gets up from where he is laying and heads over to where she was sitting and sits down. She lies down on the couch that he was previously occupying.
"Okay, Audrey. Tell me about yourself." he says.
"Okay, my full name is Audrey Juliet Barton. I was born on April 17, 1968, in Richmond, Virginia. My parents, Cynthia and Peter Barton, were both hippies. I guess that's why I'm an only child." she says.
"And?..." Logan trails as he motions for her to continue.
"And I lived in the Richmond with my parents until I was about nine. I moved to San Francisco to live with my Aunt Tracy after that." she says.
"Why? What happened to your parents? Did they get tired of you and ship you off to your dear Aunt Tracy?" he asks mockingly.
Audrey looks down at her fingers and remembers what happened. "No." she whispers.
"Then why?" he asks insistently.
"I think that it's time for me to get back to my job." she says suddenly as she gets up from the couch.
"No, tell me." he says demandingly as he gets up from where he's sitting.
"Logan, you're the one I'm supposed to be helping." she says as she walks over to her desk.
"If you answer what happened then we can move on and I'll talk." he says.
"Just drop it!" she snaps angrily.
He stares at her in surprise and says, "Fine."
"Okay, let's just get back to what we're both supposed to do. I'll be the therapist from now on." she says.
"Okay." he says flatly.
She looks at her watch and lets out a deep breath. "Our time's up. I'll see you next week, Logan." she says.
"Okay." he says flatly as he heads for the door. As he reaches for the doorknob, he stops abruptly and turns around. "How dare you claim that you can help other people if you can't even help yourself!" he yells accusingly.
"What?" she asks.
"You heard me, how dare you claim that you can help other people if you can't even help yourself!" he yells angrily.
Audrey stares at the ground and says nothing.
"The only way you can help me is if you help yourself, first. How are you supposed to solve everyone else's problems if you can't even solve your own? Why don't you think about it and give me an answer next week." he says bitterly as he exits her office.
She is left standing by her desk in shock. She goes to the private bathroom, in her office, and washes her face. She looks at her reflection in the mirror and starts to cry. She can't believe that Logan is right.
Author's Notes: Thanks for reading! Please R&R. I'm glad that I'm getting a positive response from everyone; please don't let those become negative! I'll try to get the new chapter uploaded as soon as I possibly can.
Ally