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Fic: L/V Untitled 
23rd-Jan-2008 08:36 pm
Gaz and Janey's wedding
Title:  TBA                                                                                                                                                     
Author:
Princess Orchid (Lucie)                                                                                                                                             
Rating:  Uh, PG.  No one gets it on, but I swear a bit.                                                                          
Disclaimer:
I do not own the characters of Veronica Mars.  I don’t even own a pony…
Spoilers: Up to 2:17 (Plan B)                                                                                                               
Pairing:
Logan/Veronica  
Word Count: 2,442W                                                                                                               

Summary: Characterisation is a real bitch. I was attempting to finish writing the last couple of chapters of my first ever attempt at fic when this little idea came swimming into my brain and decided to Eat It (my brain, that is). So what else could I do? It’s a one-shot, set during 2:17 (Plan B), so I’d say spoilers up to then. Slightly AU from 2:11 (Donut Run).

A/N: Anyone willing to cast an eye over a wee one-shot? It’s set during the Sadie Hawkins Dance in 2:17 (Plan B), going a bit AU from there. Just a little plot idea I had stuck in my head and needed to get out. I was thinking more in terms of characterisation, narrative and flow than spelling and grammar, but if you spot any of those mistakes let me know as well.


Hi, welcome to the Sadie Hawkins Spring Fling. Enjoy!”

Gia Goodman. So chirpy she’d set your teeth on edge – and so eager to please. The kind of girl who volunteered for every school committee, helped out with every fundraiser, the first up the ladder to throw streamers around the otherwise dreary school gym. Oh wait, the streamers didn’t help. Of course I found her annoying, I can’t think of one student at Neptune High who didn’t at some point, but there was also something endearing about the girl. She was 100% oblivious most people ignored her, even the kids handing over money for tickets barely looked at her, or maybe she just pretended not to notice. Sure, she hung around with some of the shallower 09er girls, but no one seemed to pay any special attention to her.

Don't worry, gang, if she's a two at ten, she'll be a ten at two.”

Ah, Logan. Not someone I’d ever expected to see working the dance committee table, and I wasn’t sure why the hell he was there now. Logan was never a school function sort of guy. Who knows, maybe he was being punished for something. He handed over tickets to the couple who’d just given Gia their money, and the female half of the pair flashed him a sly smile. She probably would have slipped him her phone number if her date hadn’t been standing so close.


This is cool, huh? It would've been cooler to have, like, a date, but, actually, I'm kind of proud of myself that I came alone. It's kinda huge for me, don't you think? It's like I'm evolving. Hi!”

One day, Gia will make a very presentable senator’s wife. Not distractingly bright, but inoffensive, pretty, and always smiling. Somehow, I got the impression Logan didn’t agree with that sentiment – well, from the look on his face, he probably wouldn’t agree to any sentiment that Gia Goodman would make a good…anything. He just stared off into the gym, at nothing at all. Logan never had a lot of patience for inane small talk. I could almost feel him inwardly rolling his eyes. Bet he regretted volunteering for whatever it was he’d thought he was volunteering for. He’d counted the contents of the cash box about twelve times, trying to retain his sanity. It made me laugh, and I was glad he couldn’t see me.

The demolition ceremony's gonna be fun. Are you nervous? What if you push the plunger and nothing happens?”

You mean like if there were total silence? Let's try to imagine it.”

Gia was totally oblivious to Logan’s growing irritation towards her. I wouldn’t say it was animosity, exactly. He probably didn’t care enough either way – unless she was standing right in front of him, chattering away inanely and driving him rapidly batty. Her very existence probably didn’t piss him off enough for him to rip his own head off, for example, though he probably felt quite close. She really brings that side out in people…

I watched Veronica move behind them, camera in hand, ready to snap pair after pair of dancing couples for the yearbook. She sensed Logan’s rapidly mounting irritation, and her head turned momentarily to catch what was pissing him off, instead she ignored him and moved on to take more photographs of dancing students. She looked as pleased with her job as Logan was with his. I watched them skirt around each other. Veronica was intensely aware of him and she tried to pretend he didn’t matter.

I talk to you as to a friend
I hope that’s what you’ve come to be
It feels as though we’ve made amends
Like we found a way eventually
It was you who picked the pieces up
When I was a broken soul
And then glued me back together
Returned to me what others stole
I don’t wanna hurt you
I don’t wanna make you sway
Like I know I’ve done before
I will not do it anymore
I’ve always been a dreamer
I've had my head among the clouds
Now that I’m coming down
Won’t you be my solid ground?
I look at you and see a friend
I hope that’s what you wanna be
Are we back now where it all began?
Have you finally forgiven me?
You gathered my dreams in
When they all blew away...”

I think you use sarcasm and anger as a way to keep people from getting too close to you.”

Oh Gia, why must you insist on psychoanalysing Logan? Don’t you know it’s just going to piss him off?


Tell me what you think about me. Seriously. Be completely honest.”

There’d be nothing left of her but shreds of party frock and quivering tears. Poor girl. I’d almost feel sorry for her, if she wasn’t so goddamned stupid. Maybe stupid wasn’t the right word. Perhaps a bit misguided or incredibly naïve. Oh who was I kidding – anyone who asked Logan to hit them with his best shot, both literally or figuratively, had to be a little stupid. Just as I flinched, anticipating the onslaught, Veronica eased up to the Dastardly Duo with the cash she’d collected for the photos. For a moment, I felt like the world (well, the gym) stood still. I waited with bated breath for Logan to let loose with his tirade. Of course, hardly anyone actually noticed. Nothing spells oblivious like high school kids. Logan announced his intentions with a flourish of is hand, his mouth half open and ready to let rip, tearing poor Gia verbally to pieces. It was the sort of moment when you half expect someone to jump between them, shouting Nooooooo in slow motion.

And then nothing happened. Veronica grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the unsuspecting Gia.

Dance with me.”

Wordlessly, he let her pull him from his chair to dance with her, a slightly surprised look on his face. Gia looked disappointed, still expecting some form of constructive criticism on the various charming aspects of her personality. She stared after them, but Veronica had already led Logan onto the dance floor.


When I dreamed of this moment, "I've Had the Time of My Life" was always playing. Well, what can you do?”

I always wondered how he managed to do it. How he managed to say something that was probably true (how much deeper was their relationship that I’d originally guessed? I must have been blind) and palm it off as a joke. I never managed to do that believably; people just gave me funny looks. Maybe I’m just not as amusing as Logan.


Veronica seemed to be over her sudden burst of initiative, and she looked less and less confident that this was a good idea. She hesitated. She probably wished she’d left him to the joys of Gia and the Dance Committee table. She pulled his hand to her waist, putting her own arms around his neck; he couldn’t believe it was happening; she was actually dancing with him. For the first time, in a very long time, Logan was silent. She was dancing with him; she wasn’t telling him to fuck off or shooting him one of her abrasive comebacks. Whatever it was that he hadn’t said was somehow working and he was speechless.

... And then tricked them back into me
You saved me I was almost dead…”

Then I noticed something. Veronica no longer looked uncomfortable or like she was about to squirm away. Logan just couldn’t tear his eyes away from her, and though she was trying, her gaze kept drifting back to him. It felt intensely voyeuristic and almost intrusive, watching them from where I stood – though of course they couldn’t see me. They couldn’t see anyone. It was like there was no one else in that room. I could almost feel the electricity coming off them, and I realised it had always been there. I’d just been too blind to see it or too stupid.

I don’t wanna hurt you
I don’t wanna make you sway
Like I know I’ve done before
I will not do it anymore
I’ve always been a dreamer
I've had my head among the clouds
Now that I’m coming down
Won’t you be my solid ground?”

I watched them dance from where I stood in the shadows, taking care to avoid Gia (she’d recognise me in a second, and she would have been dangerously vocal about it). Watching Veronica as she danced with Logan, oblivious to everyone around them, I saw for the first time what I should have seen before. I could never have won her away from him, and even if I didn’t have to leave Neptune, she still would never be mine. Not really. Not like this.

“Do you miss this?”


“This? We never had this. This is easy.”

I had to admit, we were never that couple. When Veronica and I got back together, it had been like we were still 15 years old, holding hands in the hallways and chaste kisses outside class. No emotional confrontations, no turning point in our relationship. The only thing that signalled the transition from being just friends to being a couple again was her agreeing to sleep with me – then running away the next morning without a word. She didn’t want to be with me, she just wanted to be…normal. I guess I should be flattered, that she considered me to be normal. The only time Veronica and I had a big emotional confrontation was when she accused me of raping her at Shelly’s party – not exactly the stuff great romances are built on.

After Lilly was killed, I was really fucked up for a long time. It only started to get easier when Veronica solved the mystery of who’d murdered my sister (evil sonofabitch). Sure, I went through the motions, but anybody who spent any time around me could tell. Logan could tell, even though he was broken as well. So in my head, V was this amazing hero, and I had her up on a pedestal. I had this image of the Veronica I knew (but she wasn’t that person anymore), who was also this kickass crime fighter or something. But I convinced myself they were one and the same person, and I wanted to be with that girl – too bad she didn’t actually exist. I started to think of us as a tragic love story, about how we were meant to be together. I thought it was the outside world (my mother, my father, Logan, Meg) that was keeping us apart, and it never once occurred to me that we were apart because we really weren’t meant to be together. Not in the end.

We went to Homecoming together. The year we got back together, before Baby Lilly, when we both aspired to “normal”. What a perfectly normal thing for a couple of teenagers to do, right? We did all the customary Homecoming things to make up for all that fucked up stuff that happened after Lilly died. I was nominated for Homecoming King (the things you realise are completely inane and unimportant when you’re out in the real world). I “officially” asked her to accompany me to the dance, and she graciously accepted. It was all very cute and sweet, like an after-school special. I picked her up, had the obligatory awkward moment on the doorstep with her dad (former or not, it would always be nerve-wracking to stand face-to-face with the Sheriff when picking his little girl up for a date), gave her an appreciative once-over in her party dress. It was all very…nice. No danger of anyone’s clothes being ripped off in a sexual frenzy, but we looked pretty together.

I told her she looked gorgeous, and I kissed her. It would have been the kind of moment high school dreams were made of, only it wasn’t. Like I said, we were just going through the motions. And then of course, the moment was ruined, and all I can remember was Veronica launching her angry self across the gym to peel Jackie Cook off Logan. Even when we were having a moment, and I was staring meaningfully into her eyes (or so I thought), she was distracted by Logan. Of course she was. She claimed she couldn’t just stand by and watch Jackie break Wallace’s heart, which was commendable, it really was, but we all knew that wasn’t the only reason she was so furious. Of course I pretended she was just being a good friend – I was glad she had a best friend like Wallace, after all the drama of Lilly, even when she was alive, someone with his moral integrity was just what she needed. But I knew. It’s really easy to pretend you’re not seeing what you don’t want to see, especially when you’re as bull-headed as I am. Sorry, was. "You really can't make up your mind, can you? Just pick one of them! How many guys here do you expect to want only you?" I thought she’d picked me. Logan was right; I was the fool on the hill.

Nothing could have distracted the two of them from each other right at this moment. I could have appeared, held aloft in a sedan chair by the ghostly apparitions of Lilly and Meg, dressed as King Kong in a tutu and they still wouldn’t have been able to tear their eyes away from each other.

Strangely, I wasn’t sad. Maybe it was because I knew it all along.

I slipped out of the auditorium quietly, exactly as I’d come in. She never noticed me there anyways, and it was too risky for me to stand there all night. I thought about giving a little wave, not that she’d see me, but then thought that was more something Logan would do.


“You ready to go Duncan?” A voice whispered softly beside me, and I turned to smile at her. There was something in her voice, nervousness, fear we might be caught out by someone who’d recognise us and blow our cover. I nodded. It’s been almost four months since I snuck across the border with Lilly, and I still get antsy about being recognised. My hair was longer and bleached by the sun, I’d changed my mother-approved Argyll sweaters in shades of blue and khaki pants for a wardrobe of blacks and browns in an attempt to blend into any scenery.


There was just somebody I had to come back for.


Lizzie took my hand and we walked away from Neptune High, probably for the last time.


A/N: I originally got this idea from something that was posted on the VM board at fanforum, and it just stuck. I was really intrigued by the idea of Duncan coming back to see L and V together.




Comments 
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24th-Jan-2008 11:37 am (UTC)
Originally the idea I had in my head was just of Duncan seeing Logan and Veronica at the Sadie Hawkins dance. Someone had posted on the VM board at fanforum that the two of them were so wrapped up in each other at that dance (though they weren’t together at the time) they probably wouldn’t even have noticed if Duncan had turned up at the dance with Baby Lilly. That's what spawned the idea for this. I couldn’t work the baby in though (a baby at the Sadie Hawkins Dance?! Uhhh…maybe not), so that’s why Lizzie was in there. I didn’t set out to have them romantically involved or anything, and I’m not *too* attached to having her there except as a a surprise at the end. What I mean is, she doesn’t need to be at the dance, so I’ll change some stuff round. I needed something to snap Duncan out of his staring and move him along (away from the dance, away from Logan and Veronica, etc), which is where the voice asking him if he was ready to go was for. You’re right though, I definitely need to tweak that!

I’m going to work on the description of Duncan a little more (and how he’s changed in appearance) – like him or no, he is quite distinctive-looking and he’d probably be conspicuous – I reckon Logan and Veronica might not have noticed him (being so wrapped up in each other), but I never really factored in the other kids at the dance, who probably weren’t staring at L and V so intently they missed the fugitive standing in their midst! I had in a bit near the middle about nobody being as oblivious as high school kids, but you’re probably right about Duncan being recognised without some more of a “disguise”. I’ll work on that… ;-)

I’ll take out the majority of the song lyrics, add in “Duncan’s” (ok, my ;-)) opinions on why the song is so perfect for L/V. I kinda felt it making the text a little awkward, but wasn’t sure so I left it all in there to start off with.

I think what intrigued me about the idea to begin with was that L and V weren’t technically together at this point, and though everyone else at school probably knew that, Duncan (who’d been away from Neptune for almost 4 months at this point) didn’t really know that they hadn’t gotten back together. So it’s obvious to him (as an outsider) that they’re meant to be together, only they don’t know it yet themselves. I didn’t want to reveal Duncan as the narrator until fairly close to the end, mainly because I wanted the element of surprise, and also because I wanted to stick in that bit about him (D) being aware that Logan and Veronica would never notice he was there in the shadows, because they only could see each other.

Ok, you’ve given me a lot to think about and some very helpful suggestions – if it’s still alright would you be up for reading the revised draft when I’ve finished with it? I do have quite a few changes to make though. xx
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24th-Jan-2008 03:46 pm (UTC)
Fantastic - thanks! xx
26th-Jan-2008 05:15 pm (UTC)
Hey, I've finished my revised version - you ok to read it? Being totally long-winded and incapable of brevity, I've also got an explanation for why I've completely changed the ending. xx
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