Title: Mutual
Author: brencon
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Veronica, ensemble
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Rating: PG-13, so far.
Summary: What if Logan and Veronica got together before everything went to hell?
Spoilers: Set pre-series, but is now including season one plot.
Warnings: Swearing.
Disclaimer: Veronica Mars belongs to Rob Thomas and the nice people at the CW
Author's Note: Italics represent Veronica's thoughts and/or voiceovers. Song used is "Into Dust" by Mazzy Star.
Author's Note #2: The end is here. Finally!
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Three hours had passed since the tragic events of the evening. Logan had been discharged and Lynn and Veronica had aided him in getting into the car. Once buckled in, Deputy Sacks escorted them home and Veronica had him settled into his room. Lynn left them to their own devices as she finished her own packing before deciding to make dinner.
At the present time, the young couple were encased in each others arms, listening to some soft music to take away the stress of the past few months.
Logan kissed the top of Veronica's neck, enjoying the scent of promises that surrounded her.
"How you feeling?" Veronica asked, her voice lilting as Morpheus encased her in his arms.
"Better... just being away from that awful bed and the smell of ammonia is better. And being in this comfortable bed, you in my arms... It's like my life is already better." Logan replied.
He waited some time for a reply when he suddenly realised that she had fallen asleep in his arms. He smiled, kissed her crown once more before reclining into the bed.
–
Lynn was chopping at onions and the definitive known fact of onion's was occurring – her eyes were running.
She retreated to the sink and was washing her hands when the door opened and the owner of the home she was in returned from his hard day's graft.
"In here Keith," Lynn announced to his call of where everyone was. He appeared in the doorway, loosening his tie and sitting at the island.
"How is Duncan now?" She asked, drying her hands with the wash cloth.
"He's withdrawn into himself, it's as if his mental wall is up. But, apparently, he's been receiving treatment for a form of epilepsy, one that causes him to black out and go into violent streaks."
Lynn nodded in reply before returning to the task at hand. She tossed all of the chopped vegetables into the wok and began to continue the stir-fry.
Keith cleared his throat before moving onto his next task. "Lynn, I've got some other news... you may want to sit down."
Lynn stared at him for a moment before taking his advice and sat across from him.
"It's about Aaron. He's been murdered. Assassinated, to be more accurate. It happened a half hour after we left his home this afternoon. Two shots from army standard riffle."
And Lynn just stared, and the dinner continued to burn, drowning in it's oil, the food now inedible and spread began to siphon through the kitchen.
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Celeste paced inside the room as Jake tried to talk to their son. But Duncan was frozen, set in stone, and he couldn't be broken free.
Jake was shouting his voice reverberating around the room. Duncan was glazed over. And Celeste was distracted. She had received a message from a number she didn't recognise that said the deal is done. And as her mind rolled over what had happened, how her meeting with Wiedman only four hours previously could already have created a result. She looked out the blind-covered window to the office of the sheriff and saw it in a hive of activity.
And just as she was even understanding her own actions, Duncan was on his feet, the table tossed into the glass that surrounded the door, smashing it into smithereens, his hands encased around her husband's throat as Duncan screeched.
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Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today
Around broken in two
till you eyes shed
The lovers had awoken and were soon living through each other, their lips crashing together as the very survival of their lives depended on it.
Logan's hands had delved beneath the top of Veronica's t-shirt as his girlfriend's hands made quick work of his pyjama tops.
And they were gasping and rolling. And in love, and it was as if the sun was shining down on them alone and their love was overpowering them and soon they were naked and a choice was made and the sun kissed couple were in the throws of their passion and they reached a crescendo of illuminating lights and their passion overflowed.
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Into dust
Like two strangers
Turning into dust
till my hand shook with the way I fear
I could possibly be fading
The monitors beeped as the breathing apparition rose and fell for the comatose body in the darkened room.
The nurse checked the vitals and compared them to the recent printouts from previous days.
But then a machine began to beep and the previously lifeless body situated on the bed quickly sat up, pulling at her throat, at the breathing tube that was affixed to her mouth and down her throat.
And the nurse, shocked to her bones, fell into action as if it were second nature and pressed the call button for the patient's doctor.
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Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate
The scotch was harsh as it burned its route down her stomach. Her panda eyes were once more swimming in tears and she was clutching her chest.
The former movie star was laughing. Laughing so hard she was shaking to her feet. Her mind was running fast. All the battles she had prepared herself were never coming. Her life was, for the first in a long time, her own.
She was free.
And then her son encased her in his arms, his still wet hair dripping onto her expensive blouse. And she explained she was fine and offered to order pizza as her unofficial landlord explained the reason for her situation.
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Veronica retired to her bedroom, having made out for over twenty minutes with her boyfriend in his room. She fell into bed. And she dreamt. Of a future that she had one constant.
A smile.