Hey Dudes and Dudettes. I don't know if anyone will actually remember what this story is about, but hey, that's all my fault. I'm not too sure if I should apologise for not updating because I read this House fic awhile ago that was painful to read. The author said the grammar etc. would get better. So, completely against my nature, I gave it a second chance and found that yes, it did get better, albeit so slowly most people (I'm not most people) would have given up on it. One chapter, in the author's notes, the author apologised for not updating in so long and I thought 'Where does this dude get off?'. And I use 'dude' as a unisex term, so I wasn't being sexist. Anyway, my point is that I'm not sure I should apologise 'coz my story might suck and I wouldn't realise. But if you do care and did/do want an update, thank you and I apologise. I also apologise (that is, if anyone cares) for the shortness of the chapter.
Dream sequence in italics. Thoughts also in italics and/or underlined..
Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars. If I did, Veronica wouldn't have been such a bitch in the second and third seasons. And she wouldn't have broken up with Logan.
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As a way of coping with his mother's alleged suicide, he drank himself into a stupor. Oh, the irony. Eventually he passed out in his bedroom, far away from the camera's prying eyes.
"Logan!" A long-haired Veronica squealed as he picked her up, caveman style, and threw her into the pool. Dripping wet, her innocent white one-piece when that little bit more see-through. Don't stare, He told himself, trying to dispel the heat flooding through him by bomb-diving into the pool himself. He recognised the area as the courtyard in his own house.
"Come here." She told him. Oh, how very glad he would be to do so. "You've been bad." She said casually. He waded over to where she was sitting on a step."So very bad." Her tone changed to extremely sultry. He had never heard her voice like that before. All of a sudden, she launched herself forward, pushing him underwater. Hands sliding everywhere, fumbling, grasping. When they resurfaced, she was pushed up against him, hands around his neck while his left hand rested on her waist, his right just grazing the swell of her breast. Then she was gone and he was alone. Logan looked around desperately, not finding her anywhere.
"Why did you do it, Logan?" He spun around to find short-haired Veronica in a red and black bikini. "Why did you push me away?"
"No! I didn't!"
"Yes, you did. I could have helped you. And you could have helped me. Not left me alone at Shelley's."
"What?"
"That's when it happened. You know that's when it happened."
"What happened?"
"You know what, Logan. You know what." Veronica flickered back to innocent-Veronica, wearing the dress she had worn to Shelley's party. She stepped to the left, leaving another Veronica in the same dress. The other Veronica was dishivelled. One strap on the white, virginal dress was torn, her mascara smudged, her hair a mess. Then one Veronica stepped to the right, the other to the left, leaving short-haired Veronica in the middle.
"You know what happened." The Veronicas said together, then they all disappeared, leaving the 12-year-old Veronica he had first met (and first loved) standing there in her soccer uniform and knee-socks.
"How did it happen, Logan?" She asked sadly. "I thought we were friends, but I guess I was wrong."
"NO!" Logan yelled into thin air, waking with a jolt. Realising it had been a dream didn't ease the feeling of discontent. It hit him like a ton of bricks. I know what happened. A fierce storm arose within him. That someone he knew could do that to sweet little Veronica... It made him sick.
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Veronica threw herself into finding the Tritons, forgetting about Logan for a few hours. Just when all the pieces fit together perfectly, she heard the news segment of a radio show.
"And, of course, everyone has heard about Lynn Echolls' suicide. We're opening the lines now for your thoughts on why she jumped." Veronica felt a feeling of sadness settling within her. Mrs Echolls' had always been nice to her, grateful for her treating Logan as a person, not affected by his parents' fame. She wondered how Logan was feeling, what he was thinking about. It was a good thing her dad was away. Who knows what would have happened if he'd walked in on her and Logan. Making out. On the sofa. Or finding them asleep together. That would have been catastrophic. She pulled into the carpark, and parked. Her dad's car was there. No more impromptu sleepovers with Logan then.
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The next day (after his hang-over had worn off), Logan planned to find Veronica and... well, he wasn't sure what, but he had to do something.
"Logan." His dad called out his name just before he could leave. "Where were you the other night?" Logan shivered. Any answer could be the incorrect one. "I was at Veronica's, dad."
"Veronica's, huh? I didn't know you two were hanging out again." Aaron was smiling.
"I'm not sure what we're doing." Logan said as he tried to leave.
"Well, hang on there, son. You know, if you ever want to talk, I'm here."
"Thanks, dad." Logan said psuedo-gratefully before getting the hell out of there. Now, He thought, to see Veronica.
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Logan was almost at Veronica's apartment complex when he realised that it was only up 'til a few days ago he was the one leading the slandering of Veronica Mars. She wouldn't want to talk to him about one of the most traumatic events of her life. He needed to do something. A feeling of protectiveness had settled over his chest. He needed to do something and he couldn't stand to see Veronica ocstracised any longer. Perfect. When her suspension was over, he'd give the command to cease fire. Actually, no. She'd think something was up. It needed to be something obvious. Yes, something so extremely obvious no one could miss it. His lips curved into a smile. Perfect.
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It was Veronica's first day back at school after her suspension and nothing was different. Apart from the 'SLUT!' written on her locker. She retaliated by writing 'MADISON SINCLAIRE IS A' above it.
"Hey." Wallace sat down across the table from her.
"Hey Wallace." He eyed the mystery meat on her tray.
"You sure that's safe to eat?"
"No. I think it's radioactive. With any luck, I'll get superpowers. Hmmmm. 'The Super Sleuth'. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Wallace laughed and nodded. He looked like he was about to say something, but was distracted by Logan Echolls standing on the 09'er table. Veronica followed his gaze. Logan met her eyes and she looked down, blushing. It was a moment not lost on Wallace.
"Attention students of Neptune High!" He yelled. Everyone fell silent. "Raise your hand if you have ever said anything unpleasant about one Miss Veronica Mars!" He instructed. About 99% of the students raised their hands. Veronica groaned. "Now, keep your hand raised if it was an element of truth behind it." Now, only a few hands were raised. All of them 09'ers. "Now, put your hand back up if it was a rumour started by me." About 80% of the students in the quad had their hands up. "Students of Neptune High; witness me apologising to Veronica Mars, who is sitting right over there." He pointed to her. Everyone's eyes kept moving between her and Logan. "Veronica. I'm sorry." Veronica didn't know what to do, other than sit there turning red and converting oxygen into carbon dioxide. But Logan wasn't done. "I'm sorry for all those times I ridiculed you. For all the times I hurt you. I'm sorry for all the flat tyres and the slander. For all the names and rumours. For everyone turned against you and everything that's happened, I apologise. And," He sucked in a breath. "And I don't want to fight anymore. So, what do you say?" Everyone was staring at her as if Logan had just proposed marriage. She left her food, took her bag and practically ran away. Logan's face fell. A fact that didn't unnoticed by the student body. He jumped down and took off after her. Silence reigned supreme in the quad, followed by a burst of chat and questions.
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A/N: So there we have it. The next installment. It's undignifyably short and overdue, but I've decided to start writing deadlines in my diary and actually planning chapters so they're easier to write. Although, please keep in mind that the new school year starts tomorrow. I have no idea why, but I chose to do year 11 German (even though I'm in grade 10) so things are getting serious. I hate German. Or, more specifically, my German teacher. She tried to hug me. Ew.
