Ok, set somewhere in the middle of season one, this is just a little one parter, a first away from another couple, and another show (PW please forgive me) 
I have to say I dont feel I know these two anywhere near enough to do them justice just yet, but it was exciting to have a go .and I just hope its not so bad that it puts you all off them for life .or at least until season 2 starts anyway.
A big thank you first of all to Katie who read through it for me and helped highlight areas to improve. You were a big help Vegas.
As for why I did it well a certain person asked and I feel I sort of owe her so much, just for everything right now .. that I couldnt say no. She was the one to bring the world of VM to me, to introduce me to the concept of Logan Love. But she knows it goes beyond that.
So Mac this is all yours .. with love.
Folding himself into the corner, Logan tried to block out the sound of the music his mind desperately trying to blank out the words. Pressing his head into his hands he rocked slowly back and forth, his stomach churning with that same god damn awful fear. The bastard knew what he was doing, he always knew .but then that was the whole point, thats how he got his kicks knowing.
Bile rose in his throat, the acid burning. Curling up tighter, he tried to escape but wherever he ran, it followed, its insidious beat slipping inside his head. And with it came him. God .he could see him . stood in the other room looking out of the window, could see the travesty of the smile that would be plastered on his face as the song played on regardless. Ashamed of his fear, he wiped furiously at his damp cheeks. How many times .how many fucking times was he going to do this, sit here , listening to that damn tune . waiting.
Shaking slightly, he could feel the blows already, feel the sting of the belt as it stripped his skin away , feel his body tense beneath its stinging caress. Laughing bitterly, he recognised the irony of it all. In here by himself he was that small boy again, the boy his father could beat down with a mere look, a mere word .but once that bloody door opened .his laughter died, replaced by a grimace of disgust. Once he came, the tears would be gone, replaced by a false arrogance, bravado. He may not have much left but shit he had some pride and there was no way hed let him win ..ever. Each beating fed his resolve, made the man who resorted to it, diminish further in his eyes. Each welt left on his body, on his soul was his own personal victory against the bastard who tried to destroy him.
But that would come later now he was eight years old again, alone, afraid, paralysed, beaten. Leaning into the coldness of the wall, he began to gather himself in, knowing it was nearly time. But still he prayed, even though he knew it was useless .prayed that the song would never end, despite his hatred of it because when it ended then he would come as he always did, as he always had .
Big brown eyes stared fearfully up into the cold face as it loomed above, while in the background, music played, that same song over and over again.
Huddling further back against the wall, he tried to make himself smaller, invisible, to sink so far into himself that no one would ever find him .but the eyes followed, made his efforts useless. Helplessly, tears stinging, his small shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.
You hear the words, Logan?
Nodding his head, not daring to do any other, he began to cry in earnest, quiet wrenching sobs that stripped him bare. He sank lower, his knees buckling under the weight he carried. There had to be somewhere, somewhere quiet and safe ..somewhere where he could go where the man in front of him wasnt. The touch of the hand on his chin shattered his thoughts, made him flinch, as his face was captured in a punishing grip, dragging him slowly upright once more.
What do the words mean, .think you can you tell me that?
Forced to keep his head up, there was no escape from the calculating stare and he swallowed hard, his breathing coming in short gasps that hurt his throat. Frantically he tried to use his eyes to scan the room, searching for some kind of deliverance, hoping against hope that this time his mom would come .and save him as she once used to. Seeing nothing his last flicker of hope died, leaving his chest hollow, empty.
The words, Logan for Christs sake youre eight years old, old enough to remember the answer to a simple fucking question.
His head was suddenly slammed back against the wall, making his vision falter as pain raced through his skull. Desperately he tried to gather his senses .to pay attention.
Sniffling, feeling blood pool in his mouth, he tried to breath. Thats Thats ? Frantically he tried to remember but the words became jumbled, lost even as they echoed around him. Fearfully his eyes lifted, searching for any softening in the cold gaze that held him. Still sobbing, he saw the cruel slant to the lips, which turned his fathers face into that of a stranger and made him want to throw up.
Thats love, you pathetic piece of shit ..You remember now?
The face came closer until warm breath brushed his cheek, the softness of the voice making his stomach clench.. Without warning, once more his head was pushed back against the rock hard surface, blackness threatening to overwhelm him.
Are you fucking stupid how many times do we have to play this game before you understand?
Through the haze of pain, despite his fear, he felt the slow sweep of a thumb against the column of his throat, a gentle caress, full of malice. The smile that accompanied it was almost loving .almost.
Oh God, Logan you have to understand ..you have to see why Im doing this. You do get it dont you? A gentle kiss was placed on his forehead. You know its for your own good, .that this is for you? This is love .Logan .amore?
The calm monotone words made his muscles lock. He knew this part off by heart knew what was coming next. But then he had always known, from the minute the music started. With a final squeeze the hand left his face as his father stood, beginning to walk without a backward glance towards the door.
Now get up .you know how I hate to be kept waiting. His footsteps were lost in the softness of the carpet. Oh and Logan .dont forget the belt.
Oh God. Leaning his head tiredly against the wall, he stared at the door . seeing the small boy he had once been. He watched as in his mind the past replayed, the boy he had been that day stumbling on legs that could hardly function, holding on tightly to a strip of leather. He wanted to yell at him to run .to just turn and get the fuck out of there not to go through that door, not to see the wreck of the woman sat drowning herself in alcohol on the other side, pretending to see nothing And more importantly not to give the bastard who had broken her the satisfaction of breaking him.
But he couldnt .he couldnt do anything to save the boy he had been .Jesus he was only just hanging on to some semblance of himself in the present. He saw the boy pause as the image began to waiver.
His chest hurt. Fuck, when had breathing become so painful.
Pushing himself up, he forced oxygen into his lungs, forced it past the pain that lodged there. In, out he focussed on the gentle sound .the only sound.
And then it hit him. It had stopped! Shit. His eyes swung to the door, his legs as weak as they had been all those years ago. He wasnt ready for this, he hadnt locked himself firmly enough away. Struggling to contain the overwhelming panic he edged backwards, all his so called victories now meaningless.
The small boy turned, blurred maybe but still there, his hand on the door handle. In slow motion he pushed it down, but it was the look in his eyes that nearly killed Logan. They were filled with helplessness, but even worse pity . for the one that watched him, filling his older self with shame . And then he was gone .lost as the door slowly opened and the past became reality.
Aaron Echolls entered the room, his face set, his words ready, well rehearsed ..
Logans feet slammed hard onto the ground, the shock reverberating through his body. Stumbling slightly he ignored the wave of pain and began to move, his steps hurried, his eyes trained on the window above, even as he sped away. Rounding the corner, he felt laughter rumble through him, a glorious sense of freedom taking hold, only for it to be cut short as he crashed into a body. His breath froze.
Shit.
Fear almost blinded him but her voice brought him back from the edge he teetered on.
Jesus Christ, Logan!
Slowly he smiled as he focussed in on her, sprawled at his feet, her expression slightly pissed but mixed with the deadly humour that always hit him in the guts. Shaking his head slightly, he saw her brush her hair away from her face, her eyes searching his. Seeing them widen slightly, a question in their depths, he quickly wiped a hand across his cheeks, knowing that the traces of the hell he called his life, still lingered there.
Falling back on anger, to mask his embarrassment, to mask the fear that was still too close to the surface, he began to pull her to her feet. His father left him nowhere to hide, hed be fucked if Blondie was going to strip him bare too.
Well lookie here. I really wish I could say having you at my feet was the stuff of dreams but Id be lying. Do you spend your life prowling around where you are not wanted? Get the message Veronica and move on.
He watched as the hard smile she wore so well these days, fell into place. Oh if me at your feet meant youd get some youd so want it. Suddenly as if with effort her body relaxed. But I guess thats something well never know for sure, because you know what despite youre belief to the contrary .Im too good for the likes of you.
As she spoke she reached up to pat his cheek, unaware of the pain that was still raw inside him, unaware that the facade hed hid behind most of his life was dislodged right now.
So whatever adolescent thoughts you carry in that head of yours .dream again rich boy.
Hiding her hurt behind a mask of her own, she made to turn. Fuck Logan Echols . but she was stopped as his hand gripped her wrist. Raising her eyebrows she stared with disdain into his face. Her cutting words faltered however when she saw what was written there.
Distracted momentarily she failed to respond swiftly enough as she was wrenched forward, her body falling into his.
Logan .dont be an ass ..I was joking alright.
His arms, like bands wrapped her closer, turning her, pressing her back against the wall.
Well maybe Im not in the mood for fucking jokes and as for whats in my head right now ..you so dont want to go there.
Expecting her to struggle he was surprised at her stillness.
Awareness hit him. Her body, her scent. Not really knowing what he was doing his anger and something else driving him, his head slowly lowered, his eyes fixed on her mouth. He needed something right now .someone .maybe her .
Logan?
Her whisper fell against his lips and suddenly he grinned. He might not know a lot but he recognised desire when it was in front of him, even if it was well disguised. His emotions still heightened, his heart already vulnerable, he captured her lips beneath his own, not allowing any more words. They wounded each other too much with fucking words but not tonight. Tonight he was wounded enough already.
His hands moved lower, caressing her ass, bringing her hips closer in to his, as his mouth played along hers. Her gentle moans encouraged him to increase the pressure, before he moved back slightly to see if she would follow.
Shit. Her groan made him laugh, as she reached for him, accepting the challenge she knew hed set.
You want something, Sugar Puss?
Her laughter settled his stomach, filled it with other things so that fear no longer had a home there. Lifting her slightly, he met her tongue with his, as they duelled for dominance, neither wanting the other to have the upper hand.
Once more they both retreated, their breath mingling.
What the hell is this, Logan?
Youre asking me? Youre the bloody detective.
There mouths crashed together again, hot and demanding, their need for each other taking over, surprising them both with its ferocity. Hands brushed through hair, clung, held the other close.
This is crazy .. Swallowing with difficulty, she watched his head dip once more, his boyish grin almost touching her skin, as she shivered in anticipation .. Why tonight Logan, why now?
Suddenly he stilled, his body becoming tense. Shifting back slightly, she stared as his shoulders seemed to slump, his face become hidden in shadow. She felt him try to move away but her hands stopped him.
What s wrong? .. Earlier . you were running werent you?
His mouth worked but no words came. Carefully she let her fingers lace through his, offering comfort, reassurance.
We used to be friends once Logan ..You know that. And despite everything that may be separating us right now .. Or not as the case maybe. She saw the slight twitch of his lips and smiled too. Im still sort of here for you right now.
His eyes lifted slowly, something in their depths saddened her, although she couldnt quite put her finger on what it was.
Yeah you are .arent you. He grinned , although it didnt quite chase the shadows away. His thumb followed the outline of her bottom lip in a slow sensuous caress. His mouth met hers again, its pressure sweet, fleeting.
Closing her eyes, she breathed him in, slightly stunned at how natural all of this felt. Finally they rested against each other, heads touching, eyes locked.
Logan?
Shush Veronica some things just stay unsaid, alright. The warmth of his expression took away the sting of his words. And you never answered my earlier question either .why the hell are you here, even my egos not big enough to think you came for this?
Sighing, she gave him a half smile.
I just wanted to talk to you, about what you saw on my computer about Duncan . I kind of thought
She sensed his withdrawal before he moved.
Ha and suddenly it all makes sense. He backed away, this time too quickly for her to stop him, his arms spread away from his body. Youre here because youre scared Ill tell him .. Go figure Well it seems we both got more than we bargained for. Seems I might have more to tell him than you originally thought, huh?
Logan, stop it, its not like that, I just wanted needed to know what you planned on doing thats
The light spilling out from the doorway cut off her words as Logan, his eyes never leaving hers began to laugh, a soft, sarcastic mockery of real humour.
Hello Veronica .I was wondering where Logan had got to. I didnt realise he had company. Giving her a warm smile Aaron Echols stepped forward a little, never once letting his eyes travel over to his son. You know I can never keep track of him but I guess thats what your father says too huh? Not waiting for a reply his gaze suddenly swung over to where Logan stood, a grin still plastered on a face, devoid of all colour.
Veronica watched, forgotten as something passed between them, something she couldnt read but that left her feeling uneasy. For a moment there was an almost eerie stillness before the deep voice began again.
Ill be waiting inside when youre ready, Logan .when you have finished your . A knowing smile was thrown her way .. business out here. Dont be too late though, I have an early start tomorrow and we still have our little . discussion to finish.
As quickly as hed appeared, he was gone but the mood had shifted, altered. Logan seemed frozen, the laughter now nothing more than a distant echo, although his eyes seemed to be begging her for something she couldnt quite decipher.
Ok .its seems I have to leave you. My father requests the pleasure of my company. The bitter sound erupted again. But that thing that brought you here .hell I dont know, hes my best friend .. whereas us . He stopped, his hand outstretched for the door already. Twisting his head, he tilted it slightly, giving her a half grin. Well whatever us is .whatever this was, it was fun while it lasted.
And thats it thats all you have to say?
He opened the door, allowing the soft sounds of an old Dean Martin song to drift out from inside. Watching him move away from her, the distance seeming greater than the few feet that separated them, she saw him straighten his shoulders as if bracing himself for something beyond what she could see.
What more is there .you wanting flowers and god damn violins here . He smiled at her mockingly. Well thats love for you I guess, one great big bloody disappointment ..
Winking at her he shut the door, leaving her with her confusion and the feeling that her heart had just been laid siege too. Placing a hand over her lips, still warm from having him there, she fought the tears as the vulnerability in his face left her frozen, just as the words of the song that echoed around her, somehow left her cold.
I have to say I dont feel I know these two anywhere near enough to do them justice just yet, but it was exciting to have a go .and I just hope its not so bad that it puts you all off them for life .or at least until season 2 starts anyway.
A big thank you first of all to Katie who read through it for me and helped highlight areas to improve. You were a big help Vegas.
As for why I did it well a certain person asked and I feel I sort of owe her so much, just for everything right now .. that I couldnt say no. She was the one to bring the world of VM to me, to introduce me to the concept of Logan Love. But she knows it goes beyond that.
So Mac this is all yours .. with love.
Folding himself into the corner, Logan tried to block out the sound of the music his mind desperately trying to blank out the words. Pressing his head into his hands he rocked slowly back and forth, his stomach churning with that same god damn awful fear. The bastard knew what he was doing, he always knew .but then that was the whole point, thats how he got his kicks knowing.
When the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie
Bile rose in his throat, the acid burning. Curling up tighter, he tried to escape but wherever he ran, it followed, its insidious beat slipping inside his head. And with it came him. God .he could see him . stood in the other room looking out of the window, could see the travesty of the smile that would be plastered on his face as the song played on regardless. Ashamed of his fear, he wiped furiously at his damp cheeks. How many times .how many fucking times was he going to do this, sit here , listening to that damn tune . waiting.
Shaking slightly, he could feel the blows already, feel the sting of the belt as it stripped his skin away , feel his body tense beneath its stinging caress. Laughing bitterly, he recognised the irony of it all. In here by himself he was that small boy again, the boy his father could beat down with a mere look, a mere word .but once that bloody door opened .his laughter died, replaced by a grimace of disgust. Once he came, the tears would be gone, replaced by a false arrogance, bravado. He may not have much left but shit he had some pride and there was no way hed let him win ..ever. Each beating fed his resolve, made the man who resorted to it, diminish further in his eyes. Each welt left on his body, on his soul was his own personal victory against the bastard who tried to destroy him.
But that would come later now he was eight years old again, alone, afraid, paralysed, beaten. Leaning into the coldness of the wall, he began to gather himself in, knowing it was nearly time. But still he prayed, even though he knew it was useless .prayed that the song would never end, despite his hatred of it because when it ended then he would come as he always did, as he always had .
..
When the world seems to shine
Big brown eyes stared fearfully up into the cold face as it loomed above, while in the background, music played, that same song over and over again.
Huddling further back against the wall, he tried to make himself smaller, invisible, to sink so far into himself that no one would ever find him .but the eyes followed, made his efforts useless. Helplessly, tears stinging, his small shoulders began to shake uncontrollably.
You hear the words, Logan?
Nodding his head, not daring to do any other, he began to cry in earnest, quiet wrenching sobs that stripped him bare. He sank lower, his knees buckling under the weight he carried. There had to be somewhere, somewhere quiet and safe ..somewhere where he could go where the man in front of him wasnt. The touch of the hand on his chin shattered his thoughts, made him flinch, as his face was captured in a punishing grip, dragging him slowly upright once more.
What do the words mean, .think you can you tell me that?
Forced to keep his head up, there was no escape from the calculating stare and he swallowed hard, his breathing coming in short gasps that hurt his throat. Frantically he tried to use his eyes to scan the room, searching for some kind of deliverance, hoping against hope that this time his mom would come .and save him as she once used to. Seeing nothing his last flicker of hope died, leaving his chest hollow, empty.
The words, Logan for Christs sake youre eight years old, old enough to remember the answer to a simple fucking question.
His head was suddenly slammed back against the wall, making his vision falter as pain raced through his skull. Desperately he tried to gather his senses .to pay attention.
When the stars make you drool
.
Sniffling, feeling blood pool in his mouth, he tried to breath. Thats Thats ? Frantically he tried to remember but the words became jumbled, lost even as they echoed around him. Fearfully his eyes lifted, searching for any softening in the cold gaze that held him. Still sobbing, he saw the cruel slant to the lips, which turned his fathers face into that of a stranger and made him want to throw up.
Thats love, you pathetic piece of shit ..You remember now?
The face came closer until warm breath brushed his cheek, the softness of the voice making his stomach clench.. Without warning, once more his head was pushed back against the rock hard surface, blackness threatening to overwhelm him.
Are you fucking stupid how many times do we have to play this game before you understand?
Through the haze of pain, despite his fear, he felt the slow sweep of a thumb against the column of his throat, a gentle caress, full of malice. The smile that accompanied it was almost loving .almost.
Oh God, Logan you have to understand ..you have to see why Im doing this. You do get it dont you? A gentle kiss was placed on his forehead. You know its for your own good, .that this is for you? This is love .Logan .amore?
The calm monotone words made his muscles lock. He knew this part off by heart knew what was coming next. But then he had always known, from the minute the music started. With a final squeeze the hand left his face as his father stood, beginning to walk without a backward glance towards the door.
Now get up .you know how I hate to be kept waiting. His footsteps were lost in the softness of the carpet. Oh and Logan .dont forget the belt.
..
..
Oh God. Leaning his head tiredly against the wall, he stared at the door . seeing the small boy he had once been. He watched as in his mind the past replayed, the boy he had been that day stumbling on legs that could hardly function, holding on tightly to a strip of leather. He wanted to yell at him to run .to just turn and get the fuck out of there not to go through that door, not to see the wreck of the woman sat drowning herself in alcohol on the other side, pretending to see nothing And more importantly not to give the bastard who had broken her the satisfaction of breaking him.
But he couldnt .he couldnt do anything to save the boy he had been .Jesus he was only just hanging on to some semblance of himself in the present. He saw the boy pause as the image began to waiver.
His chest hurt. Fuck, when had breathing become so painful.
Pushing himself up, he forced oxygen into his lungs, forced it past the pain that lodged there. In, out he focussed on the gentle sound .the only sound.
And then it hit him. It had stopped! Shit. His eyes swung to the door, his legs as weak as they had been all those years ago. He wasnt ready for this, he hadnt locked himself firmly enough away. Struggling to contain the overwhelming panic he edged backwards, all his so called victories now meaningless.
The small boy turned, blurred maybe but still there, his hand on the door handle. In slow motion he pushed it down, but it was the look in his eyes that nearly killed Logan. They were filled with helplessness, but even worse pity . for the one that watched him, filling his older self with shame . And then he was gone .lost as the door slowly opened and the past became reality.
Aaron Echolls entered the room, his face set, his words ready, well rehearsed ..
Logans feet slammed hard onto the ground, the shock reverberating through his body. Stumbling slightly he ignored the wave of pain and began to move, his steps hurried, his eyes trained on the window above, even as he sped away. Rounding the corner, he felt laughter rumble through him, a glorious sense of freedom taking hold, only for it to be cut short as he crashed into a body. His breath froze.
Shit.
Fear almost blinded him but her voice brought him back from the edge he teetered on.
Jesus Christ, Logan!
Slowly he smiled as he focussed in on her, sprawled at his feet, her expression slightly pissed but mixed with the deadly humour that always hit him in the guts. Shaking his head slightly, he saw her brush her hair away from her face, her eyes searching his. Seeing them widen slightly, a question in their depths, he quickly wiped a hand across his cheeks, knowing that the traces of the hell he called his life, still lingered there.
Falling back on anger, to mask his embarrassment, to mask the fear that was still too close to the surface, he began to pull her to her feet. His father left him nowhere to hide, hed be fucked if Blondie was going to strip him bare too.
Well lookie here. I really wish I could say having you at my feet was the stuff of dreams but Id be lying. Do you spend your life prowling around where you are not wanted? Get the message Veronica and move on.
He watched as the hard smile she wore so well these days, fell into place. Oh if me at your feet meant youd get some youd so want it. Suddenly as if with effort her body relaxed. But I guess thats something well never know for sure, because you know what despite youre belief to the contrary .Im too good for the likes of you.
As she spoke she reached up to pat his cheek, unaware of the pain that was still raw inside him, unaware that the facade hed hid behind most of his life was dislodged right now.
So whatever adolescent thoughts you carry in that head of yours .dream again rich boy.
Hiding her hurt behind a mask of her own, she made to turn. Fuck Logan Echols . but she was stopped as his hand gripped her wrist. Raising her eyebrows she stared with disdain into his face. Her cutting words faltered however when she saw what was written there.
Distracted momentarily she failed to respond swiftly enough as she was wrenched forward, her body falling into his.
Logan .dont be an ass ..I was joking alright.
His arms, like bands wrapped her closer, turning her, pressing her back against the wall.
Well maybe Im not in the mood for fucking jokes and as for whats in my head right now ..you so dont want to go there.
Expecting her to struggle he was surprised at her stillness.
Awareness hit him. Her body, her scent. Not really knowing what he was doing his anger and something else driving him, his head slowly lowered, his eyes fixed on her mouth. He needed something right now .someone .maybe her .
Logan?
Her whisper fell against his lips and suddenly he grinned. He might not know a lot but he recognised desire when it was in front of him, even if it was well disguised. His emotions still heightened, his heart already vulnerable, he captured her lips beneath his own, not allowing any more words. They wounded each other too much with fucking words but not tonight. Tonight he was wounded enough already.
His hands moved lower, caressing her ass, bringing her hips closer in to his, as his mouth played along hers. Her gentle moans encouraged him to increase the pressure, before he moved back slightly to see if she would follow.
Shit. Her groan made him laugh, as she reached for him, accepting the challenge she knew hed set.
You want something, Sugar Puss?
Her laughter settled his stomach, filled it with other things so that fear no longer had a home there. Lifting her slightly, he met her tongue with his, as they duelled for dominance, neither wanting the other to have the upper hand.
Once more they both retreated, their breath mingling.
What the hell is this, Logan?
Youre asking me? Youre the bloody detective.
There mouths crashed together again, hot and demanding, their need for each other taking over, surprising them both with its ferocity. Hands brushed through hair, clung, held the other close.
This is crazy .. Swallowing with difficulty, she watched his head dip once more, his boyish grin almost touching her skin, as she shivered in anticipation .. Why tonight Logan, why now?
Suddenly he stilled, his body becoming tense. Shifting back slightly, she stared as his shoulders seemed to slump, his face become hidden in shadow. She felt him try to move away but her hands stopped him.
What s wrong? .. Earlier . you were running werent you?
His mouth worked but no words came. Carefully she let her fingers lace through his, offering comfort, reassurance.
We used to be friends once Logan ..You know that. And despite everything that may be separating us right now .. Or not as the case maybe. She saw the slight twitch of his lips and smiled too. Im still sort of here for you right now.
His eyes lifted slowly, something in their depths saddened her, although she couldnt quite put her finger on what it was.
Yeah you are .arent you. He grinned , although it didnt quite chase the shadows away. His thumb followed the outline of her bottom lip in a slow sensuous caress. His mouth met hers again, its pressure sweet, fleeting.
Closing her eyes, she breathed him in, slightly stunned at how natural all of this felt. Finally they rested against each other, heads touching, eyes locked.
Logan?
Shush Veronica some things just stay unsaid, alright. The warmth of his expression took away the sting of his words. And you never answered my earlier question either .why the hell are you here, even my egos not big enough to think you came for this?
Sighing, she gave him a half smile.
I just wanted to talk to you, about what you saw on my computer about Duncan . I kind of thought
She sensed his withdrawal before he moved.
Ha and suddenly it all makes sense. He backed away, this time too quickly for her to stop him, his arms spread away from his body. Youre here because youre scared Ill tell him .. Go figure Well it seems we both got more than we bargained for. Seems I might have more to tell him than you originally thought, huh?
Logan, stop it, its not like that, I just wanted needed to know what you planned on doing thats
The light spilling out from the doorway cut off her words as Logan, his eyes never leaving hers began to laugh, a soft, sarcastic mockery of real humour.
Hello Veronica .I was wondering where Logan had got to. I didnt realise he had company. Giving her a warm smile Aaron Echols stepped forward a little, never once letting his eyes travel over to his son. You know I can never keep track of him but I guess thats what your father says too huh? Not waiting for a reply his gaze suddenly swung over to where Logan stood, a grin still plastered on a face, devoid of all colour.
Veronica watched, forgotten as something passed between them, something she couldnt read but that left her feeling uneasy. For a moment there was an almost eerie stillness before the deep voice began again.
Ill be waiting inside when youre ready, Logan .when you have finished your . A knowing smile was thrown her way .. business out here. Dont be too late though, I have an early start tomorrow and we still have our little . discussion to finish.
As quickly as hed appeared, he was gone but the mood had shifted, altered. Logan seemed frozen, the laughter now nothing more than a distant echo, although his eyes seemed to be begging her for something she couldnt quite decipher.
Ok .its seems I have to leave you. My father requests the pleasure of my company. The bitter sound erupted again. But that thing that brought you here .hell I dont know, hes my best friend .. whereas us . He stopped, his hand outstretched for the door already. Twisting his head, he tilted it slightly, giving her a half grin. Well whatever us is .whatever this was, it was fun while it lasted.
And thats it thats all you have to say?
He opened the door, allowing the soft sounds of an old Dean Martin song to drift out from inside. Watching him move away from her, the distance seeming greater than the few feet that separated them, she saw him straighten his shoulders as if bracing himself for something beyond what she could see.
What more is there .you wanting flowers and god damn violins here . He smiled at her mockingly. Well thats love for you I guess, one great big bloody disappointment ..
Winking at her he shut the door, leaving her with her confusion and the feeling that her heart had just been laid siege too. Placing a hand over her lips, still warm from having him there, she fought the tears as the vulnerability in his face left her frozen, just as the words of the song that echoed around her, somehow left her cold.
Thats Amore
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Inspiration in a box.
Keeper of the magic
God, you broke my heart with this!
