Disclaimer:
Don't own VM. Rob Thomas does.
Rating:
R potentially NC17.
Length:
WIP
Description:
Angst/ Romance. Starts off from the car scene in the Pilot. Slightly
AU; Lilly is dead but Veronica was not raped at Shelley Pomroy's
party. Everything else will become clear later.
Chapter 1:
Veronica's P.O.V.
"There's Veronica."
He acknowledges this loudly enough for me to hear just in case I hadn't already noticed the bright yellow monstrosity of a car creeping up beside me. Or the crooked tilt of that familiar smirk shining my way.
As if he hadn't already caught me flinch.
I suppose it's the closest to a warning I'll get.
Deep breath, Veronica.
I arch my back and brace myself for what's to come as the X-Terra pulls up to keep pace with my steady step.
That familiar flutter of fear and… well, of something else in my belly.
I'm half-inclined to run but I tell myself I'm too strong to. I tell myself, I'm not afraid.
But then, I tell myself a lot of things.
"Hey Ronnie. Hey, we've decided that we'd, uh, we'd rather surf than study today," it's Logan's trademark mischievous grin I'm getting right now "…you wanna come with? Duncan will promise to take his shirt off."
I tell myself, I really shouldn't be surprised. But then, I always am.
"Does that sweeten the pot?"
He glances back at his appreciative audience and I try to keep from bolting. I'm a bit too unnerved to be clever right now but at least I can manage to muster up some indifference.
"Does it make you horny?" he turns to Duncan in the passenger seat and sneers. "Hey DK, flex for your ex."
"Shut up, Logan"
Oh. Wow. Chivalry is not dead. He'll defend my honor if my name is spoken in association with his.
"All right, all right," Logan concedes, only to halt and pull out a flask from his pocket. "Hey. Hey. Hey!"
We both come to a stop and I turn to face him.
"What do you say to a little hootch, huh?"
His knuckles are white as he clutches the flask tightly.
"What's the matter, aren't you your mother's daughter? Hmm?"
The grin is gone and the hand resting on his steering wheel is shaking so slightly that no one else notices.
"Now there was a woman who could drink." He narrows his eyes.
"Hey, what's she up to nowadays, maybe she'll join us… Do you know where she is? Any clue?"
Duncan abruptly grabs him by the shoulder and mumbles, "Leave her alone, man."
"Ooh, chill pill, man. All right." He gulps discreetly and smiles at me one last time before driving away.
"Aw, she used to be fun, man…" I hear distantly as he races off.
I look after the retreating X-Terra and swallow over the rising lump in my throat.
(-)
I walk by the girl's bathroom near the art hallway in the middle of my lunch hour the following day and pause briefly to look at the 'Out of Order' sign hastily taped up on the door before walking in.
He's sitting on the countertop by the sinks, dangling his legs languidly off the edge.
And he looks up at me, eyes shining like globs of melting chocolate and he tugs at the ends of his long sleeves and he shrugs.
I walk over to him and slowly raise my hand to graze the curve of his cheek. He gulps and rests his fingers on my hips to pull me closer as I rise on the tips of my toes to kiss the edge of his jaw.
Slowly, he takes in a deep breath and lowers his forehead to meet mine and he bites his lower lip. And I take his mouth into mine and slip my tongue between his lips as he pulls me up into his lap, scooting backwards to rest on the mirror behind him.
He tucks my fingers between his and kisses me earnestly and we stay that way for a while.
