Drunk Logan
Chapter 30

A/N: Okay, here's the deal. I said that I would reply to all of your reviews today...I still will...by midnight my time. :-). I am going on a day trip tomorrow to the ocean with my girlfriend and our 7 kids between ages 2 - 6. Anyway, I don't know when I will be around and cannot promise to post a chapter tomorrow. Therefore, my plan, is to submit another chapter before going to bed tonight.

A/N2: I will be moving this to a rating of M tomorrow. I wanted to give you a chance to see this so you would know where to find it. The story is already written so I'm not going to be adding or subtracting any sexual situation, but with the help from the reviews, I think it's time to rate it an M. Thank you so much.

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Keith left the hotel extra early that morning so he could be at the police station first thing. He'd only gotten about four hours of sleep, but he didn't mind. He would do whatever it took to make sure that Troy got back to Neptune securely. He'd called from the police station to check in with Logan and Veronica. He let them know when he'd be leaving with Troy so that they could get a head start. None of them wanted Veronica and Troy accidentally crossing paths on their way back to Neptune.

"Well, your dad must have some sort of hormone-related sixth sense 'cause I was going to suggest..." he trailed off as he waggled his eyebrows at her and jerked his head toward the bed.

She smacked him on the arm and laughed loudly.

"Ow, what?" He rubbed the offended area.

"Perv." She smiled playfully at him.

"It's not my fault!"

"Oh really. And just whose fault is it?" She had her hands on her hips and was looking at him expectantly.

"Well, no man should have to endure the treatment that I've had to for the last two weeks. Being with you every day, holding you, sharing a bed with you, seeing you in a towel! Any of this ringing a bell? And if that wasn't bad enough..." He looked at her pointedly.

"What?" She looked down at the shirt she was wearing that was obviously huge on her and covered her every curve. He couldn't be talking about that shirt.

"Do you have any idea of how much self-control it takes for a teenage boy to see the girl he loves in sexy lingerie? Or to see said girl dressed in his shirt, especially knowing that there is not a stitch of clothing underneath? Or to have her positioned on top of you, kissing you like you were the only two people in the world." His eyes were beginning to darken and Veronica knew that the tide was changing from playful to something more serious.

She blushed at the thought that she was, in fact, nude under the shirt and realized just how close they'd been that morning in bed. She blushed fiercely as a small smile fell across her lips.

"But, I don't want to have to explain to your dad why we showed up in Neptune hours after him when we were supposed to leave before him. As much as it pains me to say, I think that you'd better go get cleaned up and dressed so we can hit the road." He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

Veronica relaxed into him and let out a contented sigh. She knew he was right, but she didn't want to move from her place at Logan's side.

"I told you that you'd feel better once we'd talked." She could hear the smirk in his voice and she pulled back to look up at him.

"Why were you so sure that I'd feel better after our talk? How did you know that I loved you back?"

"Well, I had a good idea, but wasn't positive." He told her about Duncan's admission that Veronica was in love with someone else and about finding his shirt under her pillow. "I wasn't sure if you'd forgive me for Jenny or if you'd want to be with anyone after Troy."

Veronica had so many emotions rolling around in her head. She was embarrassed at being 'caught' with his shirt and glad that she hadn't been there to have to explain stealing it.

She was also filled with love and sorrow and guilt at what he must have gone through when she was missing. If it was half of what she would have felt had the situation been reversed, then she knew it had been excruciating. The description of him tearing through her room like mad proved to support her line of reasoning.

"You should have been scared when you found your shirt." She said seriously. Then she continued in a quiet and calm voice. "Good thing you didn't find the rest of my collection."

"That's NOT funny, Veronica." He was feigning light-hearted, but she could tell that he really wasn't ready for obsession-based humor.

"I'm sorry, Logan. I was just trying to make a joke." She felt horrible.

"I know, Ronnie. You just, you didn't see that room. Just thinking about it makes me want to beat the crap out of him. I just don't even want to think about him anymore. You're dad's got him and you are safe and we're together. This is what I want to focus on, not him."

"That sounds good to me, too." She leaned in and placed a quick peck on his cheek, then grabbed her bag and walked to the bathroom.

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They had been driving for an hour and had spent much of it in comfortable silence. Both of them were caught up in their own thoughts.

Veronica wondered what it would be like when they went back to school. How people would react when the truth about Troy came out and when they found out about her and Logan.

Logan's thoughts drifted to the night before. She had asked him to leave so that she could talk to her father alone about why Troy had gotten so upset with her. It was eating him up inside that it might have something to do with him.

The first time she'd been attacked by Troy, it was because he was set off by rumors about Logan and Veronica. Logan couldn't stand thinking that she'd been hurt again, because of something to do with him.

"Veronica?"

"Hmmm?" She turned her attention to him.

"I need to ask you about something." He waited for her reply. She just continued to look at him expectantly, her eyebrows knitting in concern.

"It's about yesterday with Troy." Logan proceeded slowly. He didn't know how she was going to take his line of questioning, but he couldn't leave it alone.

"Well, about what you told your dad when I was out of the room. Why did you want me to leave? Did something happen that you didn't want to tell me about? Did he do something else to you?"

Veronica sighed and looked away from him. She worried her bottom lip for a minute before looking back at him. Luckily, he was still driving so he couldn't stare at her with his normal intensity.

The reason she had not wanted Logan to hear what she was saying was mainly because she thought, at the time, that he liked Jenny. She didn't want him to know that she was fantasizing about him. Now that she knew the truth and they were together; she didn't mind, for the most part, telling him about it. She was still a little embarrassed. These were her deepest thoughts at a time when she was at her most raw. It was a very vulnerable position for her.

She took a deep breath and opened and closed her mouth several times before snapping it shut again. She blushed just thinking about talking to him about it. She trusted Logan, now more than ever. She knew that he wouldn't use the information against her like he would have just weeks earlier. It was still difficult for her to open up so much. It had been a long time since she'd been so open with anyone, and yet, the last three weeks with Logan had been a constant exercise in doing just that.

"It's stupid really. You have to promise not to laugh at me, okay?" She knew he would treat the situation discreetly, but it was a disclaimer you always use when you're about to bear your soul.

"O-kay. I promise." Logan spoke slowly, unsure of what she could possible say that would make him want to laugh. He didn't find too much humor in the details of her kidnapping at all. So he waited patiently while he watched her internal battle between vulnerability and strength, fear and resolve.

"Well, it started earlier in the day. The closer and closer we got to getting married, the more and more sick and afraid I was feeling. I knew that I wasn't in a position to escape at that point, but I was hoping that if I went along with Troy, I would get the chance. That I would earn enough of his trust for him to leave me alone long enough to figure something out." She looked at Logan to see if he was following her.
"That makes sense. Sounds like you were really trying to keep a level head in horrible circumstances. Your dad told you that you were right to go along with Troy." He nodded as he spoke. He knew that she was having trouble talking about it, and he wanted to encourage her as much as possible.

"Well, throughout the day, everything Troy did was so sweet and romantic and thoughtful and planned out. I started to imagine myself in the situation with someone else. I figured that if I had been there with someone that I really DID love, that I would've been really happy. It would have been a wonderful day, if it weren't for the whole being kidnapped by Troy thing." She chuckled and shrugged.

Logan's eyes widened. "Yeah, I don't know why that would put a damper on things," he said sarcastically. The truth was that this was the third time he'd listened to her talk about how sweet and thoughtful Troy had been, and it was driving him crazy. It was a sick game that Troy had been playing in his mind and Logan wasn't sure that Veronica fully understood that. He and Keith had kept a lot of the details of Troy's obsession from Veronica. They had told her only enough to let her know that it was serious and that she needed to be cooperative when they took steps to protect her.

It's not that he thought she was with Troy willingly or having fun with him at all. He just thought that her seeing Troy's actions as caring and loving was skewed. It was a sickness, an evil sickness and he didn't want Veronica sucked into Troy's fantasies.

"Yeah, weird, huh?" Veronica's words brought his attention back to her.

"Anyway, after we passed the border and no one stopped us and then when no one ran in and stopped the wedding, I knew I was on my own. While I was getting ready for...to go into the bedroom with Troy, I was so scared. I was trying to figure out what to do. Should I fight him off and try to escape or should I just go along with what he wanted and bide my time for a better opportunity. I tried everything I could to stall him until I realized that there was no way of putting it off any longer.

Then, I had an idea. It was just a continuation of how I'd gotten through the beginning of the day. I figured that if I imagined myself with someone else, I could let myself be with him. I had to try to convince myself that I wasn't giving my first sexual experience, that I remembered, to Troy." She looked at Logan, hoping that he was filling in the blanks and that she wouldn't have to spell it out for him.

"O-kay, that's good thinking." Logan still had no idea what this had to do with Troy's demeanor changing so drastically.

"When I went into the bedroom, I just kept chanting the same thing over and over in my mind. I was trying to keep focused on the fantasy I'd created in my own head of spending the day with someone else, then giving myself to that person on our wedding night." He nodded for her to continue.

"When things started to...heat up, I got more and more nervous and I didn't know if I was going to be able to go through with it. So, I was screaming in my head and I must have said something aloud because the next thing I knew he stopped everything. He asked me what I'd said and when I tried to cover, he knew I was lying because he had heard me. He was talking in the same low voice he used before he attacked me last week. I knew it was going to be ugly, so I prepared to fight back." She hadn't said one word about it being 'Logan' that she was chanting. She was hoping he'd put two and two together.

He pulled the car over and she got nervous. When he turned to her, his brow was furrowed and he was looking at her like he was trying to figure out something.

"Okay, so he got mad at something you said, right?" She nodded. "But, when your dad and I were coming through the house, we heard him yelling my name. Why would he be yelling about me?"

"Because..." She looked at him, pleading with her eyes for him to understand. All of the air left his lungs as the truth hit him like a brick.

"You...you were saying my name," he gasped. It wasn't a question. It was a statement, simple in words, but complex in meaning. He thought back over everything she'd told him and everything he'd heard her tell her father about the kidnapping. His mind was reeling.

His look turned into an intense stare. "You were, weren't you?" He knew it was true, but wanted her to give him confirmation.

She couldn't tell what he was thinking. Was he upset, scared about her admission? She didn't want him to think that she was planning out their wedding just yet.

She looked into her lap and nodded slightly. She closed her eyes and tried to explain herself.

"Look, I, I don't know what to say. I know it's weird and seems a little extreme. I'm not planning our nuptials, just so you know. I just needed something good to get through that day and what I thought might last days." She was speaking quietly, embarrassed by her need to hang onto such a fantasy and afraid of his reaction.

"You're not?" He said.

"What? I'm not what?" She had no idea of what he was talking about.

"You're not planning our nuptials? I'm disappointed, you know. I was thinking a Spring wedding would be nice." A slow smile spread across his face and he grabbed her hands, letting her know that everything was okay. She was happy for his joking. It was nice release of the pressure she'd been feeling.

"Well, we'll have to see about the Spring thing. Dad may want me to wait until I'm 18." They laughed.

"How weird would it be to be married in high school." Veronica said dramatically. Logan rubbed his thumb over her hand and ran over her wedding ring. Veronica felt it move on her hand and she looked down at it. Her face fell.

"Pretty weird..." She added. Logan could tell he'd lost her and her mind was a million miles away.
"Hey, I don't know what kind of a guy you think I am..." She looked at him, unsure of what was coming. "But, I don't let my fiancé wear other guy's rings."

"Why don't we remedy that little problem," he added as he gently wrapped his fingers around her ring and slipped it off.

Veronica let him take the ring and watched as he bent down and kissed each of her fingers starting with her ring finger.

"So, I think there is something else we need to do," he said as he kissed up her arm. "We need to start..." he reached her neck and brushed her hair back as he continued to place kisses across her skin. "Replacing some of those," he bit gently on her ear and was whispering softly, igniting a ravenous fire within her. "Fantasies of yours...with reality."

Logan grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss. She moaned, which only spurred him on further. He pulled her toward him so that their upper torsos were as close as they could be, separated only by the clothes they were wearing.

When they separated, both of them were panting and their eyes were filled with a combination of love and lust.

Logan put his forehead on hers and whispered, "I love you, Ronnie. We're finally together, and I don't plan on letting you go."

"Good," she smiled. "Cause I don't want to go anywhere. I love you so much, Logan. It's scary that I feel like this after just a couple of weeks. I don't understand it. I never thought I'd fall in love like this. After Duncan and Lilly, I just figured I wasn't the type."

"Well, you just needed some real lovin'. Some Logan lovin'." They cracked up.

"Yeah, way to ruin the moment, you ass."

"Hey, now! I take great pride in my God-given talents. Which, by the way...being an ass...only one of my many talents." He waggled his eyebrows at her and she laughed.

"Yeah, I've heard. Discretion...not one of Lilly's talents." She giggled as he turned beet red.

Of all the stories that Veronica must've known about him because of Lilly. Normally he would have been proud of his many escapades. With Veronica, though, he wanted everything to be fresh and new, like his feelings for her were.

He'd loved Lilly, but he really felt like he'd wasted years between dating Lilly and hating Veronica. He wished that he would have just asked Veronica out when he first met her. Of course, there's no telling that he would have really appreciated her then, but in his dreams he did.

"We'd better get going again. I don't want to be pulled over on the side of the road, making out, when your dad and Troy drive through. We're going to have to stop getting into these positions when we don't have very much time."

"Yeah." She just smiled, knowing that she wanted to be alone with him as much as he did her. She wasn't sure what would happen when they finally had the chance to be alone without any interruptions, but she sure wanted to find out.

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