Courtney (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} tradegy_solace) wrote,@ 2006-06-13 14:50:00 |
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[mood| 
nervous]
[music| AFI - Prologue 12/21]
Title: Erase
Author:tradegy_solace
Part: 6/?
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Lilly/Logan/Veronica/Weevil
Word Count: 907
Summery: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
Spoilers: Up until 2x19, this is AU
Warnings: Underage substance abuse, language
PART SIX: SCAR YOU
When Logan Echolls wakes, he had a terrifyingly horrendous headache and no alcohol in his bedside drawer. Strange. Because he knew he kept his flask in there. Squinting through his bleary eyes he spies the flask on the floor. It’s empty, surprisingly enough; he usually leaves it for the morning after hangovers.
Starting to get vaguely annoyed, Logan runs a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. He doesn’t remember much of the night before. Except… except veronica showed up… he groaned loudly. That’s the right chemicals for a guaranteed explosion.
He couldn’t think straight. Stumbling out of his bed, he fumbled his way out. Weevil was curled up on the couch. Logan blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. But sure enough, Weevil was still there, although fuzzy around the edges, sleeping peacefully.
His head pounded and Logan groaned again, closing his eyes. Where the fuck had all his alcohol gone? He kept the penthouse stocked with it.
He hears the sound of someone moving. And he opens his eyes. Weevil’s up and watching him intently.
“Hang over?” He asks.
Logan nods feebly. “Any alcohol?” he replied. His voice is all scratchy and his mouth feels like it’s full of cotton wool.
Weevil shook his head. “V threw it all out.”
Then something slammed.
******
Eli Navarro knows the panic on Echolls face is genuine. He knows the fury in Veronica’s face is every bit as genuine as well. She stands behind Echolls with an expression that almost instills fear in Eli and would make other, lesser people, wilt in her wake. And right now… Eli sure as hell wishes that apparition or trick of his imagination that looked like Lilly Kane hadn’t convinced him to stay to see this.
“WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!?!”
She’s holding that vodka bottle from the night before. If Echolls says the wrong thing Eli has no doubt that she’ll take a swing at him with it. Eli could hardly believe he’d just heard Veronica yell… and would probably witness her lose control. Echolls was the thorn in her heart. She couldn’t live with him and she couldn’t live without him. It’s not as poetic as it sounds, Eli thinks, the reality of their relationship was far more fucked up than anything Eli could ever say he’d experienced. Even whatever it was that he had with Lilly all that time ago.
Echolls slowly turns, his hands held up in what could be taken as mock surrender but it’s more of a real surrender than Eli thinks Echolls would ever admit. “Veroni…”
He doesn’t even make it through her name before she holds up her hand to stop him. “Don’t even bother Logan.” She spat out viciously. “Do you really think it’ll make it any better?” Her voice is beginning to crack. She waves the bottle in front of his face, furiously.
“I’m done. You’ve made your decision. If you love the bottle more than life…” She drops the bottle to the floor. “… I hope you fucking drown in it.”
It’s a devastating sight, seeing Veronica Mars choke up. And Eli prayed and prayed that she wouldn’t fall apart. He would never admit it, but Veronica was something of an idol to him, she was strong, witty, tough… when all those so-called 09er friends of hers came down on her after Lilly’s death. He wanted her to stay his strong, witty, tough Veronica.
*****
Veronica Mars couldn’t handle it.
She couldn’t handle Logan with his hangover. She couldn’t handle Eli with his guarded but slightly wide-eyed expression. She couldn’t handle whatever it was between Logan and her. It was too intense. She couldn’t handle whatever this thing was with Eli; it was too new, the nowhere land between friendship and something more. Yet her and Logan always seemed to be in that state of limbo as well.
Guaranteed her and Logan could never be just friends, but the way he was going, Veronica refused to involved herself with someone who was so intent on destroying themselves. Perhaps she could force Eli back into his ‘friend’ role, but she didn’t know if she wanted him there at all. First of all she’d have to stop thinking of him as Eli. When had that started?
She was so frustrated she wanted to cry.
“I can’t do this anymore.” She says suddenly.
She walks past the dropped bottle, a mildly dumbfounded Logan and Eli (Weevil, she reminds herself furiously. He’s called Weevil.) Picks up her bag and keys, proceeds to the door, where no matter how much she pulled… it would not open.
“Okay!” She yells, turning back to them. “This is NOT funny!!”
*****
Lilly Kane hadn’t realized that in her exuberance to prevent Weevil from leaving the night before that she’d locked the door.
Now Veronica couldn’t run away, and if she could Lilly would clap, squeal and dance with glee.
Now let’s see if they couldn’t work this out. Veronica would never work with just Logan; it was too explosive, too unpredictable. They needed the mediator. Weevil’d be perfect. He kept his head during a fight. His dark possessiveness would be balanced out by Logan’s light-heart, fucked up, jovial idiotic-ness.
They needed each other.
Lilly thought she was especially awesome just for seeing what they clearly couldn’t. And this time her Donut brother wasn’t there to fuck it up.
Thank God.
******
A/N - To all the ppl that comment on this story... I really, really, really, appreciate your thoughts etc and I don't always have time to reply to everyone. Sorry... just thought you should know that.
nervous][music| AFI - Prologue 12/21]
Title: Erase
Author:
tradegy_solacePart: 6/?
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Lilly/Logan/Veronica/Weevil
Word Count: 907
Summery: The POV's of Logan, Veronica, Weevil and Lilly.
Spoilers: Up until 2x19, this is AU
Warnings: Underage substance abuse, language
PART SIX: SCAR YOU
When Logan Echolls wakes, he had a terrifyingly horrendous headache and no alcohol in his bedside drawer. Strange. Because he knew he kept his flask in there. Squinting through his bleary eyes he spies the flask on the floor. It’s empty, surprisingly enough; he usually leaves it for the morning after hangovers.
Starting to get vaguely annoyed, Logan runs a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. He doesn’t remember much of the night before. Except… except veronica showed up… he groaned loudly. That’s the right chemicals for a guaranteed explosion.
He couldn’t think straight. Stumbling out of his bed, he fumbled his way out. Weevil was curled up on the couch. Logan blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. But sure enough, Weevil was still there, although fuzzy around the edges, sleeping peacefully.
His head pounded and Logan groaned again, closing his eyes. Where the fuck had all his alcohol gone? He kept the penthouse stocked with it.
He hears the sound of someone moving. And he opens his eyes. Weevil’s up and watching him intently.
“Hang over?” He asks.
Logan nods feebly. “Any alcohol?” he replied. His voice is all scratchy and his mouth feels like it’s full of cotton wool.
Weevil shook his head. “V threw it all out.”
Then something slammed.
******
Eli Navarro knows the panic on Echolls face is genuine. He knows the fury in Veronica’s face is every bit as genuine as well. She stands behind Echolls with an expression that almost instills fear in Eli and would make other, lesser people, wilt in her wake. And right now… Eli sure as hell wishes that apparition or trick of his imagination that looked like Lilly Kane hadn’t convinced him to stay to see this.
“WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING?!?!”
She’s holding that vodka bottle from the night before. If Echolls says the wrong thing Eli has no doubt that she’ll take a swing at him with it. Eli could hardly believe he’d just heard Veronica yell… and would probably witness her lose control. Echolls was the thorn in her heart. She couldn’t live with him and she couldn’t live without him. It’s not as poetic as it sounds, Eli thinks, the reality of their relationship was far more fucked up than anything Eli could ever say he’d experienced. Even whatever it was that he had with Lilly all that time ago.
Echolls slowly turns, his hands held up in what could be taken as mock surrender but it’s more of a real surrender than Eli thinks Echolls would ever admit. “Veroni…”
He doesn’t even make it through her name before she holds up her hand to stop him. “Don’t even bother Logan.” She spat out viciously. “Do you really think it’ll make it any better?” Her voice is beginning to crack. She waves the bottle in front of his face, furiously.
“I’m done. You’ve made your decision. If you love the bottle more than life…” She drops the bottle to the floor. “… I hope you fucking drown in it.”
It’s a devastating sight, seeing Veronica Mars choke up. And Eli prayed and prayed that she wouldn’t fall apart. He would never admit it, but Veronica was something of an idol to him, she was strong, witty, tough… when all those so-called 09er friends of hers came down on her after Lilly’s death. He wanted her to stay his strong, witty, tough Veronica.
*****
Veronica Mars couldn’t handle it.
She couldn’t handle Logan with his hangover. She couldn’t handle Eli with his guarded but slightly wide-eyed expression. She couldn’t handle whatever it was between Logan and her. It was too intense. She couldn’t handle whatever this thing was with Eli; it was too new, the nowhere land between friendship and something more. Yet her and Logan always seemed to be in that state of limbo as well.
Guaranteed her and Logan could never be just friends, but the way he was going, Veronica refused to involved herself with someone who was so intent on destroying themselves. Perhaps she could force Eli back into his ‘friend’ role, but she didn’t know if she wanted him there at all. First of all she’d have to stop thinking of him as Eli. When had that started?
She was so frustrated she wanted to cry.
“I can’t do this anymore.” She says suddenly.
She walks past the dropped bottle, a mildly dumbfounded Logan and Eli (Weevil, she reminds herself furiously. He’s called Weevil.) Picks up her bag and keys, proceeds to the door, where no matter how much she pulled… it would not open.
“Okay!” She yells, turning back to them. “This is NOT funny!!”
*****
Lilly Kane hadn’t realized that in her exuberance to prevent Weevil from leaving the night before that she’d locked the door.
Now Veronica couldn’t run away, and if she could Lilly would clap, squeal and dance with glee.
Now let’s see if they couldn’t work this out. Veronica would never work with just Logan; it was too explosive, too unpredictable. They needed the mediator. Weevil’d be perfect. He kept his head during a fight. His dark possessiveness would be balanced out by Logan’s light-heart, fucked up, jovial idiotic-ness.
They needed each other.
Lilly thought she was especially awesome just for seeing what they clearly couldn’t. And this time her Donut brother wasn’t there to fuck it up.
Thank God.
******
A/N - To all the ppl that comment on this story... I really, really, really, appreciate your thoughts etc and I don't always have time to reply to everyone. Sorry... just thought you should know that.
