Title: beautifulgarbage

Author: Modern-Insomniac1138

Pairing/Character: Logan, OC, hints of LoVe, V/D and Logan/Lilly

Word Count: 1,810

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.

I just don't care anymore

I've reached the end of the road

I just don't care anymore

Won't cry these tears anymore

Two Weeks Later

"Dr. Barton, I'm so glad to have you back. All your patients missed you." Zoe exclaims smiling.

"Well, I'm glad to be back." Dr. Audrey Barton says.

"Did your break give you time to think?" Zoe asks.

"Yeah, it did. So who's my first client, today?" Audrey asks as she and Zoe head to her office.

"It's Mr. Echolls." Zoe replies as they enter her office, only to find Logan sleeping on the couch.

"Zoe?"

"Yeah, Dr. Barton?"

"Why is he sleeping on my couch?"

"Well, he said that he needed time to prepare for your session today, so I let him in."

Audrey looks incredulously at Zoe and says sarcastically, "Thanks, Zoe."

Zoe looks down at her feet as she walks out of Audrey's office. "Bye Dr. Barton."

Audrey sighs as she makes her way to her desk and unpacks all her paperwork and files. She, then, walks over to the window behind her desk and opens the curtains, letting the bright California Sunshine through.

Logan grumbles and shouts groggily, "Five more minutes, mommy!"

Audrey shakes her head in amusement as she walks over to where he is. She leans down and whispers into his ear. "Logan..."

Logan grunts in response.

"Logan, wake up." she says into his ear.

Logan just rolls over on his side. Audrey rolls her eyes and yells loudly, "Logan!"

He jumps off her couch and shouts loudly, "What?"

Audrey just giggles and he says, "What the hell is your problem, lady? I was trying to sleep over here!"

"Yeah, well if you sleep then what am I supposed to do?"

Logan just smirks as he sits back down on the couch. Audrey looks over at him in disgust. "Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Sorry, sweet heart, but my mind's been in there ever since the sperm hit the egg." Logan says smiling as he fixes his clothes.

"Logan, are you ready to talk yet?"

"Nope."

"Why, not?"

"Because you haven't answer my question, yet."

Audrey sighs heavily as she makes her way to her desk to get her notebook and pen. "Logan, this is about you. You're not paying me to talk about myself."

"Well, the sooner you answer my questions, the sooner we begin with yours."

Audrey just sits down in her familiar chair across from him and says reluctantly, "Fine, I'll answer your little questions."

"Okay, so why were you gone last week? Why did you cancel all your appointments?" he asks.

"Because, I needed some time to think some things over. You know reanalyze some stuff." she answers.

"Wow, you can get a week off just to "reanalyze" your life? I seriously should think about taking up psychology, next year." Logan says sarcastically.

"Logan... just ask the next question."

"Fine, fine. So, why did you freak out last week? You know when I asked you about your parents, what happened to them? Why did you have to live with your Aunt Tracy?" he asks.

Audrey just stares at him. For the past week she's been trying to get ready for this moment. She's been trying to cope with the night her parents died, once again. For many, many years she's pushed the dark memory into the back of her mind, but now it's resurfaced. Now, she has to cope with the haunting memory all over again.

Audrey, then, looks at her hands as if they were deadly weapons and starts to fidget with them. "They died." she says flatly.

Logan looks over at her and says, "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Yeah, I am too."

"How did they die?" he asks.

Audrey looks down at the floor as flashbacks of that night enter her mind. She shakes the violent thoughts out of her brain and whispers softly, "I used to be a happy kid."

Logan looks at her in confusion as she continues. "I used to do everything that normal children should do. I had a normal family, I had normal friends, I went to a normal school, and I was just normal. Then, when I was about six, my dad, Peter started to act a little funny. He stopped bringing me to the park, stopped hanging out with his friends, and stopped his life. He started to have violent outbursts. He started to strike my mother for no apparent reason. My mom just thought it was some sort of phase or something, but when my dad lost his job, he just snapped. After that, nothing was normal." She looks up at him and he looks back at her with compassion and understanding.

She looks away and gets up from where she's sitting and starts pacing back and forth from her desk to the door. "One night when I was eight, I was sleeping and he came home drunk. He barged into my bedroom, grabbed me out of bed, and threw me into the hallway. He then... he then..." she tries to choke out. She then leans her back on the wall and slides down until she's slumped against it. Logan goes over to where's she's sitting and sits down next to her.

"He then started to beat me." she manages to say as she closes her eyes and one tear slides down her cheek. Logan just looks at her, open mouthed in surprise. "He beat me like I was just his own, private punching bag. He called me a worthless piece of shit and that I didn't deserve to live. He did this every night until my nightgown was red. I came to school every morning with bruises, cuts, scrapes, and broken bones. The more and more he called me worthless, the more and more I started to believe it. So I just thought that I was being beaten because I had done something. I felt like I had done something wrong. I felt like I deserved it." she says as she starts to sob violently.

He rubs her back soothingly with his hand as he tries to calm her.

"Then one night when I was nine, while I was sleeping, I woke up to a loud crash coming from the living room. I didn't know what had happened; I didn't even notice that my dad didn't come into my room for my daily beatings. I just slipped out of my bed and walked cautiously out of my room and down the hall. I remember that I felt something wet and sticky under my feet. I looked down and saw little red drops all over the floor. I followed the little red drops. As I started to walk closer, I smelt a strange scent. It smelt like metal. I followed it and I saw my dad lying down on the floor in a big pool of the red sticky stuff. My mom was crouched over him. Her hands were all bloody. "Mom?" I asked quietly. She just turned around and stared at me. She looked sad, very sad. She had a butcher knife beside her. I'll never forget that sight and what she said." she says as she stares at the opposite wall. She stares at the wall as if she was in some sort of a daze. Her cascading tears continue to stream down her face.

"What did she say?" he asks as he, too, starts to tear up.

Audrey swallows hard and answers, "She said to come over and to look what she had done. So I came to where she was. She told me to kneel down beside her, so I did. She then whispered into my ear. She whispered, "Honey, it's over now. You're safe from the bad man. He won't try to hurt you anymore." She then told me to run to the neighbor's house and get help. She kissed me and hugged me and told me that she loved me and that she'll always be with me. I then ran out of the house and headed toward the neighbors. When the neighbors and I went back to the house. We found my mother's dead body across from my fathers. My mother had stabbed herself to death." She continues to sob.

Logan doesn't know what to do. He just looks at her with sympathy and realizes that they're both alike in more ways than he could've ever imagined. He then realizes that she's different and that she can help him. She was meant to help him.

"Audrey, are you alright?" he asks as he rubs her back soothingly. He desperately wants to take all that pain away from her. He has now developed tears of his own from hearing what she had gone through as a child.

She wipes her tears away and tries to regain her composure. She then stares at him square in the face. "I am now. I'm not that little girl, anymore. I've grown up. I'm 37, and I'm still learning how to deal with the pain and the memories of what happened years ago, but I've learned to cope. I'm not going to live in the past, and neither should you. I've never told anyone this except for the police and my aunt. I've never told Zoe, my friends, or any of my clients until now. Logan, I am desperate to help you. I want you to know that if I can get through something like that, that you can get through something traumatic as well. I can help you, doesn't that mean anything?"

He just stares at her and nods his head in response. "Yes, it does."

She smiles weakly and asks in disbelief, "Logan, are you ready to talk, now?"

"Yes, I am."

Author's Notes: I thank everyone who's reading "beautifulgarbage" and all my other stories. It really means a lot to me. I appreciate all the feedback, also. I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. I, also, hope you liked it! It took me a while to write, so I hope it wasn't just a waste of time and effort.

Ally