Drunk Logan

Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this fanfiction belong to Rob Thomas and his creative team at The C.W./U.P.N. The story is my own creative work and my intention is to pay homage to the universe they created, not to profit from it. If I owned these characters, I would be much nicer to them

A/N: Okay, stupid question. This is the first time I've ever posted on I don't know where my story is. Apparently people are seeing it, because I've gotten reviews, but when I go onto the site, I don't see it. If you could help this illiterate person out, that'd be great. Thanks!!

Chapter 2

Veronica stared at Logan for a moment longer before finally giving in with a growl and cranking the engine. They had about a 10 minute drive ahead of them and she knew that it would be the longest 10 minutes of her life. Just as she was thinking that this night couldn't get any worse, Logan showed her the error in her judgement.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as he rolled the window up and down, played with the door locks and then finally settled on playing with the radio. It was when he started changing the preset stations that she couldn't take it anymore.

"Logan, stop!" Veronica cringed, knowing that he would just revel in the fact that he had gotten to her. She was surprised when he actually stopped.

This is when he chose to begin singing along with the radio...and not very quietly...and not really in tune. To add to it, he started drumming his fingers on the dash...and not to the beat. She was getting ready to push him out of the car while it was still moving, but then he stopped everything and opened his mouth to speak.

Logan was quite pleased with himself. He wasn't sure if there was anything more that he could do to irritate Veronica. He's pretty sure that he had done it all. Now, singing away he begins to think over the night. As he does, he remembers what it is that brought him to this point and like a Mack truck, it hits him. Suddenly, he finds himself battling for control of his emotions. His mind is replaying the times that Lilly would cheat on him and how easily he went crawling back to her, wanting to bask in her light. As much as he put up a front, always the showman, he really had loved her. Then there was Caitlin. Again, not that he cared so much about her, but she cheated on him. What was it about him? Why was he so easily run over, so easily forgotten?

If he really thought about it, he could add his family to the equation. Not that they were necessarily cheating on him, but they had each abandoned him in their own way. His father was an abusive SOB and only showed him love when he was selling himself to the paparazzi. His mother abandoned him every time his father needed to teach him a lesson. She turned her back on Logan and turned to the pills and alcohol. Trina, well, she was just a selfish wench. She didn't care about anything that didn't advance her career, which made her definitely "Daddy's Girl."

'If someone would just tell me what makes me so easily discarded...but, of course not. I couldn't ask any of my friends because their too busy kissing my butt to tell me the truth about anything. Dick might if he saw beyond booze and babes..oh, and surfing. Duncan is too diplomatic, wouldn't want to burn any bridges he might need to cross on his Presidential campaign tour. There is no one who knows me well enough to answer the question, but cares so little about my reaction to answer it honestly.'

Then lightening struck. 'Wait just one minute. There is someone who fits that exact description and she happens to be stuck in a car with me right now. She is actually perfect because she has experience with turning her back on me and not looking back. I thought we were great friends and that the Fab Four couldn't be broken amidst all of the fake adoration that surrounded us. After Lilly died, though, it was so easy for her to forget, forget me.'

'Now, how do I go about asking something like that without completely opening myself up to this girl that I hate, who hates me just as much? And, how do I get her to answer and answer honestly? I have to bait her into it. The only way to get a reaction and make that stoic facade of hers melt is to bait her.'

"So, Ron-nie." Logan slurred and then waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Done the baseball team recently?"

'Wait for it, wait for it...' He sees her lips form into a tight, thin line and her eyebrows scrunch together. 'Here it comes.'

"What the heck Logan? You, of all people, know that those stupid rumors aren't true. Heck, you've started most of them! Why don't you just shut up about who I've been with and concentrate on keeping track of your own business. It seems to me that you are projecting what is happening in your own relationships on to me and what I do. What are you, just blind to the fact that all of your girlfriends seem to want to sleep with everyone else?" Veronica couldn't help but yell. Sure she was used to hearing these kinds of remarks and normally she could handle them a lot better. There was just something about tonight and being in this situation.

When she was at school, she was always ready for battle. Before she even left the house she would adorn herself with a kick-butt attitude. She used to walk the halls with her head down, just trying to make it to her next class without making eye contact with anyone. Now, she held her head high and was prepared to pitch back any of the crap that people sent her way.

On occasion, she would need a reprieve. She was always able to escape to her car if needed. It was her sanctuary in the midst of the hell called school. Tonight, though, it seems that hell had invited itself into her sanctuary, in the form of "Demon Spawn Echolls" himself. If he thought he could get away with this crap in her car, while she was giving his sorry drunk butt a ride home, he had another thing coming.

'Hook, line and sinker.' Logan smugly thought to himself. 'And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it's done. Pay attention, kiddies, because phase 2 is where you really grab them.'

Logan furrowed his eye brows, put his hand on his chin and spoke with a mock-serious tone, "So then, Dr. Freud, since you seem to have such a good handle on my situation, what is my problem? What is it about me that makes, as you put it, all my girlfriends want to sleep with everyone else?"

Logan made sure that he did the air quotes while referring to what she had said, but made sure that his hand coordination was just a bit off and slowed. He had to play this one very carefully. They were starting to get to the meat of the matter and he couldn't risk dropping the drunk act now. If he didn't watch everything he did, she would figure it out. She's just too smart for her own good.

Veronica didn't answer, but he could see it behind her eyes. There was something she wanted to say, but wasn't willing to say it. Not yet at least.

"Come on, Ronnie. You're the smart one here, Ms. 4.0, future Stanford-Alum-nus." Logan added a little hiccup at the end.

'I can not believe I am biting my tongue. Logan, Jackass, Echolls is offering me the perfect opportunity to tell him what a moron he is, and I'm not taking it? What is this world coming to?'

'Saved by the bell or the gate.' Veronica thought as she pulled up to Logan's gated driveway.

"Okay, your home, safe and sound. Now get out. Don't let the door hit ya on the way out." She was so close to getting this night over with, she could almost taste it. Just one last step and he would be out of her car and she would just drive away.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Ronnie. You didn't actually think you could do me like that, did you. This is curb to curb service. Now just go right ahead and punchy in the little codey and we'll be on our way. It's 55734(hiccup)69." Logan added.

'Now I know that he is beyond drunk.' Veronica mused as she pulled through the gate. There is no way he would ever offer up the code of his security gate to her. It wasn't that he valued what was behind those gates so much. It had more to do with his arrogant attitude and him using something like a gate code to represent the vast divide in their social status. By giving her his gate code, he was letting her have access to that life, to the unattainable.

"Nighty-night, Ronnie." Logan slurred as the car came to a stop in front of his front door. Then he grabbed for the door handle and pulled just far enough so that when it slipped out of his hand, it made a nice thumping sound. He tried again, but again the handle just sprung back into place.

'This moron is killing my door.' Veronica thought as she watched him clawing at the door and tugging on the door lock that was already unlocked while slamming his shoulder against it. She quickly leaned over and gently tugged on the door handle, letting the door swing open as Logan was pushing against it.

In his inebriated state, he couldn't keep his balance against the shifting weight of the door and found himself flat on the ground giggling like a 12-year old school girl.

Veronica groaned and pushed her own door open. When she made it to his side of the car, she considered just slamming the door shut and driving off. Unfortunately, his head was in the way. Not that she would mind shutting his head in the door, but truth was, it was just too big and she would never be able to get her door closed.

She reluctantly bent down and started to help him up. He wrapped his arm around her and continued to giggle as she struggled to stand him upright.

"Wow, Ronnie, if you wanted to wrap me in your arms, all you had to do was ask. Where are my keys? What did you do with my keys? I can't get into my house without my keys, Ronnie, so hand 'em over." Logan was ranting as he smacked his pockets looking for his keys. Of course he was too drunk to notice that every time he hit his left front pocket, you could hear the keys jingle.

Against her better judgement, Veronica reached into his pocket to pull out his keys. 'We'll be here all night if I let him continue looking for them.' And that is when she remembered why it was against her better judgement to reach into his pocket.

"Why, Ronnikins, I do declare. Do I need to be on guard to protect my virtue around you tonight?" Logan played totally exasperated. "You're a sly one there."

Veronica just rolls her eyes as she unlocks the door and leads him toward the staircase to his room.

As they make their way up the stairs and into his room, Logan is bugging her to answer his earlier question.

"What question, what are you talking about?" Veronica insists.

"You were going to set me straight, enlighten me, solve all my problems. You were going to tell me why it is that I can't keep a girl satisfied." Logan is being over-the-top dramatic now.

"You're being ridiculous!"

"No, Veronica, really. Tell us, inquiring minds want to know."

"Shut up and get to sleep, Logan."

"Well, folks, I never thought I'd see the day. The great Veronica Mars is backing down, running away...pulling a Mama Mars on us." Logan spoke in an announcers voice with stilted hand movements and a swaying body.

'That's it, I'm sick of this! I'm not a saint, you know. If he wants it, he's got it. It's not as if he'll remember this conversation in the morning. Heck, he probably won't even remember how he got home, let alone who got him here.' Veronica remembered all the times that Lilly, Duncan and her would spend the day telling Logan about all the things that had happened at the party they were at the night before. He was there too, he would just get too drunk and pass out, then remember next to nothing the next day.

"It's your fault! It's because you're so dang STUPID!!" Veronica blurts out before she can stop herself.

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