Drunk Logan
Chapter 6

A/N: I hope that you enjoy this update. If you can picture it happening, then it's pretty funny. I'm not sure that my writing did it justice, though.

In case you haven't noticed, I feel that pretty much all scenes should be LoVe scenes. It's more of a deeply held belief than anything else. Any scenes that do not involve both V and L, should serve only to further their storyline. hee hee
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Logan had looked everywhere for Veronica. Unsuccessful, he decided to just go to the Journalism room and wait for class to start.

He entered the room and stopped dead in his tracks. The room was completely empty save one elusive petite blonde. She was sitting with her back to him, working on her computer. One of her feet was propped up on the base of the chair next to her which made her mini-skirt ride up her thigh just a bit more. Logan's mouth began to water.

She had not turned around yet and he stood there for a moment wondering what he should do. He slowly walked over to her.

"Hey, Veronica." He didn't recognize the tremble in his own voice.

Veronica didn't turn around and didn't respond to him.

"Veronica, come on, you don't have to ignore me." Logan prodded.

When she still didn't respond, he noticed that her propped up leg was bouncing. Looking closer, he saw the wires from her MP3 player.

'She can't hear me. Oh, good. I thought this was going to be really hard if she was going to completely ignore me.' He slowly reached out his hand to tap her on the shoulder. When his hand was just a couple of inches away, she turned around and moved to get up. The movement was so quick that Logan didn't have a chance to move completely out of her way.

When Veronica's face came into contact with a hand, it scared the crap out of her. She yelled and flew back trying to get away from whoever was in her personal space. Unfortunately, she forgot there was a chair behind her. She was in an awkward not-quite-standing position on shaky legs so when the backs of her knees hit the chair, she went falling backward. There was no grace or control to the act at all.

In the split second before she fell, she saw Logan lunging after her, grabbing her waist trying to save her from the fall. Because of his off balance position when lunging for her; instead of catching her before she hit the ground on the other side of the chair, her body weight ended up pulling him with her. With them, came the chair tumbling to the ground loudly. Luckily Logan was able to think fast enough to slip his hands from her waist and up her back to rest behind her head. Unluckily, when they hit the floor, their heads smacked into each other.

"Ow, oh, ooowww!!" Veronica half yelled, half growled as she grabbed her aching head.

Logan closed his eyes, grabbed his head with one of his hands and sucked in a hard breath.

After about 30 seconds of trying to soothe what would surely be huge bruises on their heads, they realized the position they were in. He was on top of her, his arms wrapped behind her back, one hand cradling her head softly. The other had been moved from her head and was now grasping at his head, but his arm was still wrapped under her arm from its previous position. His head was just slightly above hers and their upper torsos were completely pressed together. They were both breathing hard and Logan could feel her chest moving beneath his.

"Logan! Get off of me!" Veronica started to squirm and tried to push herself up by her legs which were still hanging on the side of the fallen chair.

'Bad idea.' She thought to herself as she ground into his crotch. She blushed immediately as she realized that he was a little hard. When she looked down, her face turned the color of a tomato. Logan's groin had come to rest right between her legs; the action forcing her skirt all the way up to her hips. She was so glad no one else was in the room. She would have been flashing everyone.

'Dang miniskirt. At least Logan can't see anything from his position...ON TOP OF ME!! Oh no, I've got to get him off of me now!' Veronica was dying of embarrassment over the entire situation and just praying that no one would walk in before they were upright. She knew that this scene would only serve to solidify her current reputation as school slut.

Meanwhile, Logan was frozen. He couldn't believe it. His mind was screaming for him to say something, do something, get off of her.

He heard her yell for him to get off of her, but her voice disappeared from his head as soon as he felt her squirm below him. He could tell by the blush on her face that she had felt his reaction to the closeness of their bodies. If he were honest with himself, his body had started responding to her the minute he walked into the Journalism room. Being this close to her, feeling her breath on his face, the fast rise and fall of her chest and now her attempt to push him off, didn't help the problem he was having. He knew that he was going to be getting off soon, one way or the other. He preferred to extract himself from her and avoid all of the humiliation.

Now, Logan wasn't very bashful normally. Any other time, he would have taken full advantage of the situation and made some sort of sexual innuendo while smirking and waggling his eyebrows. This, however, was not any other situation. This was Veronica Mars and he just wanted to get away from her.

Unfortunately, Logan's legs were also caught up on the chair, arching his body into hers. If he had fallen by himself, he could've just plopped onto the ground and rolled himself over. Because he fell with her, it would only serve to hurt her if he used her to maneuver himself up.
After they both struggled for a couple of minutes trying to get their bodies out of the awkward positions they were in, Logan suddenly let his body slump and his head fall to the side.

"Logan, what are you doing?" Veronica sounded a little frantic.

Logan released a long breath, knowing that this was not going well. "Look, Veronica. This isn't working. Why don't I push up on my arms and you can slide out from under me. Then, I can get up without crawling on you." He looked into her eyes and awaited her answer.

"Yeah, I guess that'll work."

"You ready?" Logan asked. At her nod, he carefully pushed himself up on his hands. "Quick, Ronnie, this is killing my shins." He was so focused on the pain in his shins and keeping himself up, that he didn't notice the look she shot him. It was almost one of longing mixed with confusion.

It had been so long since Logan had called her 'Ronnie' without intending it as a slur. He used to call her that all the time when they were friends. It was his special name for her, not even Lilly and Duncan tried to use it. She used to love to hear it. It made her feel protected and cared for by Logan.

With everything that Veronica had been through in the last year, she was sure she didn't need protecting anymore. 'That was for the weak, dependent, the soft Veronica I used to be. I don't need anyone to make me feel protected anymore. I can take care of myself. If all else fails, I've got Back-up and my trusty friend, Taser.' Veronica figured it was a slip of the tongue on Logan's part. 'He's probably so flustered, he doesn't even know he said it.'

Veronica had to scoot on her back away from Logan. She was trying to move quickly, but with trying not to knock into his arms and with her legs still being caught on the chair, it was going slower than either would have liked.

Logan was shaking a bit from the odd angle and the intense pain of the side of the chair cutting into his shins. He closed his eyes so that he didn't have to watch her breasts move from side to side as she arched her back and wiggled out from under him. To his chagrin, he opened his eyes just in time to see her lacy panties right in front of him. Although her movements had started to return her skirt to its proper place, he could still see way too much for his liking.

'Yeah, this is really gonna help me calm down and get Veronica out of my head! If there is a God in heaven, please make this stop!' Logan thought as he gulped hard.

Finally, she was out and he collapsed onto the ground with a grunt. He rolled himself over and just laid his arm over his eyes while he tried to catch his breath.

"Logan, are you okay?" Veronica asked timidly. Usually, they'd be trading barbs, but this was so far from usual for them.

Logan chuckled a little and released a huff of air. "Yeah. Are you?" He sat up and began to look her over a bit. "You fell pretty hard."
Veronica was taken aback by his concern. It seemed totally genuine, but she knew she couldn't let her guard down with him.

"I'm alright. A little sore, I'll probably have bruises in places I didn't even know existed, but I'll be fine." Veronica said trying to lighten the mood. Then, she remembered what started it all. He had been right behind her when she tried to stand from her seat.

"Did you need something?" She asked him as she stood and started dusting herself off. Logan followed her lead.

"Huh?" Logan had no idea what she was talking about. In his most recent dreams of her, when she asked if he needed something, he'd always had an answer. He was pretty sure his answer wasn't what she was looking for with her question.

"Before all of this," she motioned to the chair and the floor, "you were standing behind me. Were you needing something?"

"Uh, oh yeah. Well, I, er, I just wanted to say thanks." Logan fumbled his words all over the place.

'Thanks? Thanks for what?" She looked at him like he had just escaped from the nearest mental facility. She couldn't remember the last time Logan thanked her for anything. 'It must be some cruel joke.' She told herself.

"Well, I know you gave me a ride home on Saturday night and th-that the cops had shown up. I could've gotten into a lot of trouble, so thanks." He finished lamely. 'Okay, kill me now.'

Veronica looked at him long and hard for a moment waiting for the punch line. When none came, she softened a little. "You're welcome." She whispered as she looked at her feet.

Just then, they were interrupted by the bell ringing and kids filing into the room. Logan quickly righted the chair and went to work at the table in the center of the room. Class began and they were able to effectively ignore each other until the 'Navigator News' came on the television.

"...the dedication of the Lilly Kane memorial fountain. The Kane Family would like to invite all students and faculty to attend the tribute and celebrate the memory of one of Neptune High's most beloved students..."

Logan and Veronica couldn't help, but look at each other. After Lilly died, the school mourned. She was after all, the Queen of Neptune High. Everyone knew who Lilly Kane was, but very few people truly knew Lilly. She really only let three people into her life; Duncan, Logan and Veronica. For everyone else, she put on a show. She entertained her masses and they, in turn, served as her entertainment. Her name was rarely mentioned, but when it was, there was an automatic need to be near someone who knew her as well as they did. Veronica and Logan knew that no matter what they had been through in the last year, they had both truly loved and lost her. They each had a Lilly-sized hole missing from their hearts and their lives. You just can't share that kind of loss with anyone who isn't feeling it in the same way.

(A/N: Taken from the show)

That night, Veronica went to dinner with Troy. They had a great time, talking and laughing and flirting. Veronica felt great, better than she had in a long time. After dinner they stood by her car talking and then Troy bent down for a kiss. Veronica flinched, not because she hadn't wanted to kiss Troy, nor was she surprised by his attempt. She flinched because as soon as she realized what he was doing, a vision of Logan's face inches from hers popped into her head.

Troy backed off and gave her an awkward hand shake. He opened her car door for her and said goodnight before going to his car. Veronica watched him go.

Veronica was laying on her bed that night thinking about what had happened on her date.

'Brain, check. Dead sexy, check. Devilish charm, check. Formidable scrabble opponent...who cares. What's wrong with you, Veronica? What are you waiting for? And why in the world would you picture Logan's face?' She hugged her pillow and shook her head in disbelief.