A/N: Wow. I feel bad. I had every intention of finishing this story quickly, but ... well, the road to hell and whatnot. ;) I'm posting this short little bit as a "teaser" if you will. A lil something just to let you cherished readers know I'm still here and still working (albeit, slowly) away at the story. I think the problem is that it may be becoming a longer story than I originally thought when I'd begun. Now I'm either not sure where I'm going or I'm blanking on where to end it ... haven't decided which one of those options it is yet. :P I'm sure it will come to me the more I type. I'm not 100% in love with where I've left this little bit for now, it seems overly cheesy and I may end up changing it when I post the full chapter ... but it any case ... Happy reading! Thanks for the feedback - your reviews mean more than you'll ever know!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Not even the shirt I'm wearing - I stole it from my roommate. ;) All errors are mine ... I guess I own them.
*** Veronica's POV ***
The bright, early morning sun wakes Veronica as it streams in the window. Squinting against the brightness she wishes she had the foresight to pull the curtain shut before falling asleep last night. With a small scowl, she turns her head into her pillow in an attempt to block the light.
Dimly she thinks it a little odd how the pillow beneath her head has a steady rise and fall to it, but is too comfortable and content to dwell on this thought.
She's drifting back off into sleep ... when ...
Veronica's eyes pop open, almost panicked as the realization hits her - Pillows don't rise and fall. They also don't have heartbeats.
Moving as little as possible she takes stock of her situation. In her sleep she had moved over to the other side of the bed. Logan's side. Her head is resting on his chest and she can now feel his arm around her, cradling her into his side gently.
Not wanting to wake him (or so she tells herself) Veronica lays there for a few minutes trying to determine what her next move should be. Unsure how Logan will react to waking up in such a intimate position with his worst enemy, she makes the decision to extricate herself from his embrace as carefully as possible.
She makes her first move, but as soon as her head leaves his chest she feels the arm around her tighten ever so slightly, holding her firmly in place.
"Not yet, Ronnie. " Logan mumbles sleepily, eyes still closed tightly. "Five more minutes."
Veronica freezes surprised by Logan's words. Two things stand out to her and she's not sure how to take either. 1) Logan knows it's her he's snuggling with and is still holding her there and 2)The use of her old nickname minus the hurtful, mocking tone that usually accompanied it nowadays.
Slowly, she lets her head settle back down knowing if she leaves now it would make more of a scene than she wants. She steadfastly ignores the odd feeling she suddenly has welling up inside her. A feeling which tells her, even if she doesn't want to listen, that she's missed hearing Logan say her moniker from days long past in such a fashion.
She closes her eyes vowing to never examine how comfy and content she felt when first waking. She'll admit it's been a long time since someone has held her like this, since Duncan in fact, and she can try to chalk it up to just missing the contact with another human being, but there's something needling at her from deep within - a voice quietly screaming there is more to it than that.
How it's weird that it's not weird.
Almost as quickly as the thought came, Veronica pushes it from her mind. She decides to give him his five more minutes, if only because by then Logan should be back into a deep enough sleep allowing her to make her escape. Only, before that five minutes is up, Veronica herself has fallen back asleep, lulled into comfort once again by the steady rise and fall of Logan's chest.