Scared
AN: Let me know what you think…I'm trying to figure out how deep into this I'm going to go…
Disclaimer: Still don't own VM or characters.
Forget concerned, Logan was downright scared. For all his dreaming that she would admit that she needed him, this scenario had never crossed his mind. Veronica had never shied away from him. Hell, she'd barely ever cried in front of him. He had no idea what to do and as he stared at his closed bathroom door listening to her being violently ill, it occurred to him that she was probably as terrified as he was. The look on her face while she cowered against his wall minutes earlier was a look he rarely saw in her…what had her so scared?
"Veronica? Unlock the door, baby, let me in," Logan figured he'd try being calm at first. Maybe she just wasn't feeling well, and that triggered her reaction earlier. When he didn't hear anything, retching yelling or otherwise, a nervous feeling grew in his stomach. "You're scaring me, Ronnie…let me in".
Veronica was finally starting to feel a little better after throwing up just about everything and then some from her stomach. The images of Mercer and Moe were slowing down and the past couple minutes were starting to clarify in her mind. While everything up until this moment seemed like a blur, she could clearly hear Logan and the words, "you're scaring me" float through the door. Slowly she got up and turned the knob, enabling Logan, who had been leaning against it to tumble less than gracefully into the small space.
"Veronica," he breathed as he grabbed onto her arms and brushed her hair out of her face. He was too relieved to be in front of her to notice the shutter than ran through her body as he touched her.
"I'm sorry, Logan. I didn't mean for any of that to happe…"
"My God, Ronnie, I don't care. Are you ok? What the hell is going on? Come on, let's go sit down, you look like you're about to tumble over". Logan led Veronica to his couch and left her to go get some water. He could still see her from his spot at the bar; she was sitting slouched over staring into space. She looked exhausted, with dark circles rimming her red eyes and the occasional tremor shaking her small body. Her breaths were still coming in ragged bursts, like she was holding in sobs and barely able to breathe around them. He still didn't know what to do, and figured if she didn't visibly relax and calm down in the next few minutes, he was going to suck it up and call her father. Even Logan, self-centered though he could be, knew that whatever was happening right now was bigger than him or their relationship.
He walked slowly back to Veronica, not wanting to scare her or rattle her obviously shaky nerves. After handing her the glass, he let his hand linger on her face, testing the waters and seeing if she would allow it. When she didn't pull away and he realized his hand was slowly getting damp with new tears, he took the opportunity to pull her into a hug, hoping she'd let him try and comfort her. She fell into his chest willingly, and only when his arms were tightly around her did he realize how badly she was still shaking.
"You're safe, Veronica. I promise you, you're safe with me. Please relax, you're shaking so badly," she allowed his arms to gently caress her back and his calm mumblings and warm body finally helped her to regain her bearings and shut out all noise and images which were previously invading her every thought.
"Thank you," Veronica managed to croak out, followed by an extremely uncharacteristic, "please, just hold me," and Logan was more than happy to oblige. He took the water glass from her hand, and lay down on the sofa, with Veronica safely nestled against him.
He figured he could search for his answers tomorrow. As her body finally completely rid itself of its shaking and her breathing became more relaxed, Logan slept contentedly with her, knowing that at least for tonight, she came to him, and trusted him enough to take care of her.