Author's Notes: Yeah I know, you all hate my guts for not updating in forever and I am sorry, really I am. I was about half-way through this chapter when I got sick and I've missed at least 4 weeks of school, all up and I still don't feel very well. Sory four ani speeling/gramer miztackes. I'm just messing with you. Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes. There you go, much better. How funny would it be if there were any mistakes in the non-mistake-y version?Anyway, I know it's short my bad! I don't really think it would fit to have anything more. You'll understand what I mean when you get to the end. Oh yeah, this is a re-post. See, 'coz I don't have a beta and I can't be stuffed to get one, I usually write something and then re-read it the next day but I didn't do that last time I updated, so, um, yeah.
Disclaimer: Mummy, do I have to? Okay. I don't own it. There, I typed it, can I have dessert now?
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Logan was surrounded by whispers and points as he carried Veronica through the halls. He was carrying her bridal-style through the hallways of Neptune High. Through the main corridor, up a flight of stairs and close to the administration area. Just before the office was a small room, clinically white and equipped with some basic medical equipment. Logan half-kicked the door open to reveal a woman of around 40 or 50 sitting on a chair decked out in a nurse's uniform and reading Woman's Day. She was up as soon as the door opened. She gasped and began to fuss over the unconcious Veronica.
"Oh my! Put her down over here." The nurse fussed, gesturing to the med bay lounge. Logan set her down and stepped back to let the nurse fuss over her. Logan began making bets with himself. He'd let himself have a beer for each minute that passed before someone came to see if the rumours were true. His gaze kept moving between the clock and Veronica. She now had a small guaze bandage over a large wound on her forhead. He was up to the stage that he would be a bit fuzzy before a black kid showed up at the doorway, knocking politely.
"Wallace, come in." The nurse, her name escaped him, called 'Wallace' in. "I suppose you were wondering about Veronica."
"Yeah, she alright?" Wallace asked, a hint more emotion in his voice than any other kid in the school would've had. Where had Logan seen him before? Oh yeah, he was almost always there when Veronica pulled something off. He'd been standing behind her when the bong was found in his locker. And at the beach. And frequently sat with Veronica.
"I think she'll be okay. It seemed like she hit her head pretty bad. How'd it happen?" The last was directed at Logan who had only just come out of his thoughts. If he told the truth, the others would think there was something going on, and it seemed like something Veronica was dealing with, the guys who dragged her out of the car seemed to have an actual reason beyond 'I hate you', so he lied through his teeth.
"Uh, I found her in the parking lot, next to her car. It looked like she'd been dragged out or something." The nurse frowned.
"Maybe she should go home or get checked out by an actual doctor." Both boys nodded.
"I can take her." Wallace suggested. Logan had the impulse to disagree, but supressed it. He just nodded and left as the nurse and Wallace made arrangements to get her home safely. As soon as he was out of the door, he was swamped by students, mainly 09'ers wanting to know why he of all people was the one who found and carried her but there were a few he didn't know. They were probably just gossiping misfits that had befriended Veronica.
"She, uh, she was passed out by her car but, uh, the nurse thinks she'll be okay." He made a statement before practically sprinting away from the hoards. What a bizarre day it'd been but for all he knew, things like this could be usual for Veronica. His mind drifted towards the subject of Veronica. Maybe he should check in with her later, see how she was doing. He subconciously smiled at the thought of seeing her again. Yeah, dropping by later seemed like a good idea.
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Veronica lay on her couch watching an old made-for-TV movie from the 70's. Daytime TV was so dodgy. At first she'd freaked when she woke up in the Med Bay, but as soon as Wallace told her what had happened, her confusion had been directed in another direction. Logan helped her? What was Logan thinking? Although, remembering what she had done just a few hours ago... Anyway, she didn't need his help, she'd had everything under control. Veronica had insisted she'd be fine after Wallace dropped her home, so now she lay alone, pondering more on what had happened with Logan than who had attacked her. To make things worse, she'd gotten a message from her dad saying that he'd be back tomorrow. An unexpected visitor knocked on the door. Slowly, she got up and opened the door, ready to defend herself.
"Woah Ronnie, no need to be so tense." She visibly relaxed and almost smiled when she saw Logan.
"I hear you're to thank for saving me."
"Yeah, well, I guess I am pretty great." Veronica faux-laughed, content that her greeting served as a 'thankyou'. "Are you okay?" Logan asked, seemingly with nonchalance.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"If that had anything to do with a case, you should drop it." Veronica's jaw almost dropped open. Logan Echolls though he had a right to tell her what to do? Where did he get off? "I'm not telling you what to do." Logan continued quickly, as if sensing her anger. "But who knows what those guys were gonna do to you?"
"Someone probably just thought it would be funny to lock me in my own trunk or something." Veronica answered, still slightly prickly from Logan's last comments.
"No one's ever physically hurt you, have they? I mean, I know a lotta people hate you, but no one's harmed you before, right?" Logan asked, only just realising that something similar may have happened before.
"No, not unless you count-" Veronica cut herself off quickly. He didn't need to know. For a second he looked like he might press her, but loud music playing from the TV caught his attention. A newsreader, on more an Entertainment Tonight style show than an actual news program was making an 'exciting' news announcment.
"And this just in, Lynn Echoll's car has been found on the Coronado Bridge near her home in Neptune, California. It is suspected that the star jumped, leaving behing her husband and two children." Logan was gone before Veronica could say anything. A minute later, she could hear his car start and drive away while she kept watching. Mrs Echolls? Jump? Veronica knew she was an alcoholic and there was a lot of stress in her home, but she wouldn't jump, would she?
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Veronica sat in her car outside the school. She had looked everywhere for Logan, save his house, and had been calling him every 5 minutes. She leaned over to her phone which was on the passenger front seat. She accidentally knocked the radio which turned on to the bug's frequency. A loud chanting echoed through the car. Driving up as close as she could to the school, Veronica prepared to take down the Titans one spoiled rich boy at a time.
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Logan sat outside Veronica's apartment. Her car wasn't in the parking lot and no one answered the door so she must be out. He leaned back against the door, wishing she'd come home soon. When he'd got home, Sheriff Lamb was waiting with his dad. After a short questioning, Logan disappeared, driving around aimlessly until he'd ended up here. At Veronica's. The girl who he engaged in verbal battles with almost everyday. He held his phone in his hand, debating whether to turn it on or not. He pressed the little power button, deciding that he could easily turn it off if the paparazzi were the only ones calling. Woah. 15 missed calls from Veronica? The itty-bitty blonde who'd kissed him randomly just that afternoon before admitting she'd bugged Miss James' office before getting knocked out and who was now, most likely, nailing her assailant's ass to the wall. Speak of the devil, there she was, pulling up in the car park. He waited a minute before standing up, waiting for her to come to him. When she reached him, no words were spoken. She hugged him, as if to comfort him, and led him inside. They parked themselves on the couch, Logan was still holding her hand while Veronica made no effort to let it go. He kissed her cheek, carefully letting his free hand brush over the gauze bandage on her head before coming down to settle on the side of her neck. This was Veronica: The girl he hated, the girl who'd planted a bong in his locker, the girl who'd shattered their 'We hate each other' understanding in an instance and the girl who'd reawakened the feelings he'd had for her in a ludicrously short amount of time. He gently moved him lips away from her cheek and moved his head, coming in to kiss her. As his lips brushed against hers, the troubles in his prematurely messed-life fell off the radar. When Veronica began kissing back, Logan felt like he was flying. This tiny blonde with her lips attached to his made him feel normal again. He gently pushed her against the couch so that they were lying down before moving his lips to her neck. No mothers committing suicide, no fathers out chasing bail jumpers and no social hierarchies were stopping him tonight because tonight he was healing and Veronica's simple, almost chaste kisses were the balm.
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A/N: So there you have it. Any suggestions for the next chapters? Anyone? Anyone? I'm talking to myself again, aren't I?
