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Title: Intoxicated
Author: Snuffybaby
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas owns the VM universe.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: LoVe
Word Count: 7,404
Spoilers: All of season 1
Summary: Logan was the first to find Veronica at Shelly’s party. What if he never got the chance to set up the body shots?
Author's Notes: I had removed this story since some people took offense to it. Given all the positive reactions I have received since, I have decided to repost this story to share. But in order to prevent causing further offense, I'm adding a warning for readers

Warning: Some readers found the premise of this story offensive. They viewed certain situations as date rape. Read at your own risk.


“Well, if it isn’t Veronica Mars?” Logan smirked when he found the blond laid out on the lawn chair.

Her eyes slowly opened, a smile spreading across her lips when she registered who it was. She whispered huskily, “Logan.”

More than a little drunk, he sat down beside her legs and glared at her. “What are you doing here, Ronnie? You weren’t invited.”

Ignoring his words, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him.

Logan wasn’t quite sure what was happening, so he sat there stunned for a minute. He felt her lips moving against him, trying to coax him into responding. It was when her soft tongue slipped out and swept across his lips that he finally reacted. His mouth fell open and his hands rose to her shoulders, pushing her away. “Ronnie.”

“Logan,” she answered, before tightening her grip around him and pulled herself back against him.

Not one to protest when a willing blond threw herself at him, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as their lips moved in concert. His entire concentration was centered on her lips until she suddenly climbed into his lap. Straddling him, her core was pressed delightfully up against him. Unwilling to put on a show for the entire 09er zip, Logan stood with her in his arms, groaning when her legs lifted to wrap around him. Their lips never parting, he stumbled his way into the house and up to the guest bedrooms.

Kicking the door closed behind him, Logan leaned back against it when Veronica began to rub against him. He reached behind her and undid the zipper of her dress, pulling it down.

Unwinding her legs, she set her feet on the ground, allowing her dress to fall.

Logan shrugged out of his jacket and lifted his shirt off, breaking their kiss for just a few seconds. He toed off his shoes as he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. Falling on the bed together, Logan made quick work of her bra. He tried to pull back a little to remove her underwear, but Veronica wouldn’t give up his lips and sat up with him, helpfully lifting her legs to unhook her panties. Her busy hands unbuckling his belt along the way, unzipping his pants.

Once they were both naked, it wasn’t long before Logan positioned himself and entered her.

Veronica’s drug fogged brain didn’t register the pain of losing her virginity. Instead it wound her body around Logan’s, trying to get closer.

His lips finally removed from hers, Logan nuzzled her neck, letting her gasps and pants urge him on. He could feel her tight sheath begin to pulse around him, as it clenched him. Her scream of ecstasy almost caused him to come, but it was the feel of her entire body gripping him that threw him over the edge. He groaned out her name before he embedded himself to the hilt inside her and had his release.

Gathering himself, Logan tiredly opened his eyes to find Veronica sleeping peacefully. Feeling too languid to move, he relaxed and succumbed to sleep as well.


Veronica’s eyes popped open. Alert, she tried to find her bearings.

The first thing that registered was the heat pooled in her middle. The second thing was the hot body that was laid across her. The third was the soreness that she felt coming from between her legs.

The slight tensing in her body caused Logan to stir. Not fully awake, he lowered his mouth and began suckling on any skin within reach.

She gasped when his mouth closed around her nipple. Her hands lift to push him away, but not following her commands, they rested on his head, brushing through his hair. As his lips trailed lower, she felt him pulling out from between her legs. She would have blushed with embarrassment if she hadn’t flushed with arousal when his tongue swept out, dipping into her belly button. She would have protested when his lips descended on her core if she hadn’t gasped in delight, her eyes rolling back in her head with pleasure.

Veronica felt his soothing tongue flicking at her clit, dipping inside her sheathe. Her legs fell open a little further, her hands pressing his head a little deeper against her. She moaned and gasped at his ministrations until she screamed when he guided her over the edge into an orgasm.

She laid slumped on the bed as he crawled back up her body. Her eyes finally fluttered open so that she could look into his face. She squeaked out, “Logan?” as he pushed into her.

He smirked at her cheekily. “I have needs too, Ronnie.” He kissed her sweetly before he began thrusting into her.

Her body remembering the moves, lifted to meet his every thrust, her thighs gripping his hips tightly.

This time he came first. She could feel him ejaculate inside her, flooding her core with warm sperm. She cried out his name when he managed to reach between them and pinch her clit, that last little push needed for her to climax.

Logan rested his forehead against hers as they panted, trying to catch their breaths. Kissing her on the cheek, he rolled off her and out of bed.

Sitting up, she held the sheet to her chest and watched as he dressed. She didn’t know what to say or do in this situation. Looking around slowly, she found her bra and her underwear. Slipping them on, she climbed off the bed with the sheet still wrapped around her.

He laughed at her. “Veronica, I’ve seen you naked. You don’t have anything to hide from me anymore.”

She blushed.

Seeing that she wouldn’t drop the sheet, Logan walked up to her and pulled the sheet from her body.

Veronica was embarrassed to have him studying her so intently, so to distract herself, she studied his half naked body. She’d always admired his body. He was so defined… and muscled.

“Why aren’t you embarrassed to see me naked?” Logan asked her curiously. “It’s like this isn’t the first time you’ve seen me.”

Finally something she could respond to, she answered, “It isn’t.”

“Veronica, you peeping tom,” he grinned.

“It isn’t like that,” she argued. “You tend to lose clothes when you’re with…” she trailed off when she realized who she was talking about.

He nodded somberly and finished for her, “Lilly.”


His hands lifted to cup her head as he leant down and kissed her softly on the lips. “Now, I’ll be getting naked with you.” Seeing her flush further, he kissed her forehead. “Get dressed. We need to find us a shower.”


They slipped out the back of Shelly’s house and climbed into Veronica’s car. Driving over to Logan’s, Veronica followed him up to his room. She stood there awkwardly as he gathered stuff from around his room.

Walking back over to her, he handed her a pile of clothes. “Here. There’s some clothes that you left here.”

She gave him a small smile and then ducked into the bathroom. Stripping, she climbed into the hot shower. Veronica shrieked in surprise when she felt Logan’s hands wrap around her from behind.

“I thought you might need some help washing your back,” he smirked.


Dressed in her jeans and one of Logan’s button up shirts with the sleeves rolled up, Veronica sat on his bed trying to dry her hair. Giving up, she braided her hair into pigtails. She looked up when Logan came back with a tray.

“Breakfast is served,” he announced as he set the tray down between them.

They ate in silence. Logan watching her the entire time.

Veronica looked up at him and asked, “What does this mean, Logan?”

He frowned, “Your cereal?”

She rolled her eyes. “This.” She pointed at the two of them. “We had drunken sex… and then not so drunken sex… and then-”

“You gave me a hand job in the shower,” he smirked.

She blushed. “So what does this mean?”

“I thought that was obvious.”

She waited for him to explain.

He huffed, “Contrary to popular belief, I don’t sleep with all my friends.”

“You hate me, Logan. I didn’t think I was your friend anymore.”

“Veronica, I don’t hate you.”

“The constant ridicule and insults say different.” She crossed her arms over her stomach defensively.

“I don’t hate you,” he repeated. Shaking his head, he looked down at his hands. “I blame you.”

“For what? For Lilly?” she said softly in disbelief.

“If you hadn’t told Lilly about Yolanda, we would’ve been together that week. Lilly wouldn’t have been alone that day.” He shot to his feet in anger. “I blame you for ratting me out. You were my friend too. So, yeah, I blame you.” He paused, deflating a little, “And I blame myself for being stupid and I blame Lilly for being a bitch that week.” Logan looked down at her, “But that’s stupid, isn’t it? You did nothing wrong.”

“Logan, you can’t blame yourself.” She slid off the bed to stand in front of him. “You weren’t even in Neptune when Lilly was murdered. There was nothing you could have done all the way from Tijuana.”

He swallowed hard before saying, “I wasn’t in Tijuana.”

“What? That’s ridiculous. Dick and his brother both said that you went with them.”

“I did, but I came back early.”

She backed away from him. “Did you see her?”

He nodded his head. “At the car wash. I parked across the street.”

“Why did you lie?” she whispered.

“I don’t know.”

Veronica sat down on the floor, leaning back against the wall.

Logan crouched in front of her. “You know that I would never hurt Lilly.”

She didn’t even need to think about that statement. She knew it was true. Logan would have given anything to make Lilly happy. He wouldn’t have been happy about it, but he’d do it. So Veronica nodded at him and allowed him to wrap his arms around her, pulling her toward him until he fell back on his ass with her sprawled against him.

Logan smiled at her. “I guess it’s a moot point since Lilly’s murderer is already in jail, but it’s nice to know that you don’t think I’m a killer.”

Veronica smiled weakly at him. She didn’t want to bring up the fact that she didn’t believe that Abel Koontz had actually killed her best friend.


Veronica walked through the halls at school, ignoring the stares and whispers that were floating around her. She’d gotten used to the ostracism since Lilly’s death and had learned to phase it out. Standing at her locker, she spun her combination into the lock and slipped the metal door open. Grabbing her books, she shut it again and turned around only to be met by a chin. She took a step back and looked up. Smiling, she said, “Morning.”

Bracing his arm on her locker, Logan leant down and kissed her cheek, “Morning,” and then kissed her lips.

She sighed against his mouth, winding her free arm around his waist. “You’re going to make me late for class,” she complained.

Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers. Taking her hand, he sighed, “I’ll walk you.” Stealing a quick kiss, he turned to lead her to her first class. Twining their fingers, he asked, “We still on tonight?”

“Yeah, I cleared it with dad. As long as you get me home before eleven.”


“It is a school night,” she said coyly.

“Right, school.” Logan stopped when he saw Dick and Beaver standing in front of them. “What can I do for you this fine morning?”

“Dude, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to class, Dick. Something you should try sometime.” His grip on Veronica’s hand tightened.

“What the hell are you doing with her?”

“I don’t see a problem with walking my girlfriend to class,” Logan responded, his voice tight. “Now, if you’ll step aside, we have things to do.”

Dick didn’t move.

Logan was losing his patience. “Move, Dick.”

Shaking the hair off his forehead, Dick nodded obediently and walked away.

Veronica looked worriedly up at Logan. He saw her expression, and so to ease her, he kissed her softly on the top of her head.

“Don’t worry about Dick,” he reassured.

“I don’t want you to fight with your friends.”

“You’re more important.”


Logan found Veronica at lunch. “Hey, are you okay?”

Veronica, who had been poking and prodding her lunch, looked at him, a smile spreading across her face. “Hey.” She tilted her head back to receive a peck on her forehead. “Can I trade lunches with you?”

He winced, “Not a fan of cafeteria food myself.” He moved to straddle the bench beside her. “But I’m willing to share.” He dropped his delivery in front of her.

“What’d you get?” She grabbed the sack and started rifling through it. “Ooh, Greek food.”

“Stay away from the garlic,” Logan warned.


He leaned in toward her and whispered against her lips, “Bad breath.”

“Does that mean no garlic for you either?” she asked.

“No such thing.” He grinned, kissing her quickly before pulling all the take out boxes out.

“Double standard,” she pouted.

Kissing her temple, he simply pushed the carton in front of her, handing her a fork. He was about to dig into his food himself when an arm wrapped around his neck, dragged him over the bench, and threw him to the ground. He scrambled to his feet to find out who his attacker was. “What the hell is your problem, Duncan?”

As an answer, he received a punch in the face. Not one to just sit there and take it, Logan gave back as good as he got.

“Logan! Duncan! Stop!” Veronica cried from her position on the side lines. She tried to move between them to stop them, but was knocked away by Duncan. She fell to the ground.

It was her cry of pain that finally got through to the two of them.

Logan got to her first. Drawing her into his arms, his fingers gently grazed her reddened cheek. “Are you okay?”

“Veronica?” Duncan crouched, reaching for her.

Logan knocked his hand away. “Stay away from her.” He turned his attention back to Veronica. “Are you okay?”

She nodded, “I’m fine.”

“Come on. I’ll take you to the nurse's office. Get you some ice.”

“We should get you patched up too.” She reached up and lightly touched the cut by his eyebrow.

“Mr. Echolls, Mr. Kane, what is going on here?” Vice Principal Clemmons finally arrived on scene.

Logan helped Veronica to her feet. “Why don’t you talk to Duncan?” he sneered, as he led Veronica passed. “We’ll be in the nurse’s office.”

“Mr. Kane, come with me.”


“You’re supposed to keep it on to prevent swelling,” Logan lifted her hand with the icepack back up to her cheek.

Veronica pushed his hand away. “And you’re supposed to stay still so the nurse can clean up your hands.” She smiled apologetically at the nurse, since Logan had been moving around for the last half hour while she was trying to clean his wounds.

“I’ll stay still if you keep that icepack on your face.”

“Are you saying you won’t love me anymore if my face is all puffed up?” she pouted.

“Of course not. I just don’t want your dad to kill me.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll explain what happened to him.” She held his free hand. “Now sit still.”


“Honey, what are you doing home? I thought you were going out with Logan,” Keith said as he walked out of the kitchen. The instant he saw her, his cheerful demeanor disappeared. “What happened?” He reached Veronica and tilted her head back to study the shiner that was on her left cheek.

Veronica looked up hesitantly at Logan before answering her dad. “It was an accident. Duncan dragged Logan into a fight at lunch. I was trying to stop them. I guess I got too close and Duncan shoved me away. My cheek hit the bench on the way down.”

“Duncan did this to you?” Keith said in disbelief.

“Not on purpose. He was too busy trying to beat up Logan.”

Keith glanced at Logan, taking in the cut on his eyebrow and the bandaged hand. “You’re okay?” he asked the pair.

“We’re fine,” Veronica reassured.

Logan smirked, “Duncan looks worse.”

“You haven’t been suspended or anything, have you?” Keith asked.

“No,” Veronica responded. “Duncan got suspended for two days. He was the one that started it.”

“What was the fight about?”

“I don’t know. Logan and I were eating lunch when all of a sudden Duncan dragged Logan off the bench.” She shook her head, “I can’t imagine what provoked him.”

“You can’t?” Keith arched his eyebrow. He brushed her cheek lightly. “Are you and Logan still going out?”

“No, we decided to order take out. We’re having Chinese.”

“She ordered enough to feed an army,” Logan said, “you’re welcome to join us.”

Keith smiled at the invitation. “Thanks, but I’ve got some work to do.”

“Work?” Veronica asked curiously.

“I got my private investigator’s license. I’m going downtown to look into renting some office space.”

“That’s great, dad,” she smiled happily.

He grinned, “You might not think so when you’re drafted into working for me. I’m going to need an assistant.”

She narrowed her eyes, “How good is the pay?”

His grin widened, “We’ll discuss this later.” He waved heading toward the door.

“Oh, is mom home?”

“She’s out. Left a note on the fridge.”

“Bye, dad!” She called after him. The instant the front door closed, Veronica wrapped her arms around Logan’s neck. “So, the place is ours.”

His arms went around her, dragging her up against him as he lent down to kiss her cheek. “Until your mom comes home,” he reminded.

“We can hide up in my room. She won’t know.” Veronica looked up at him, pleadingly.

“I’m convinced.” Lifting her up, he headed toward the stairs.

She kissed him as they went. “Excellent. We can christen my room before I move.”

Kicking the door shut, Logan tipped them on to the bed. “Move?”

“Since my dad got fired, we can’t afford to live in our house anymore,” she answered. “We’ve rented an apartment on the other side of town.”

He nuzzled her neck. “It’s that bad?”

She shrugged. “It could be worse. Mom wants to move away from Neptune.”

Freezing, he looked at her, panicked. “You’re not though, right?”

“No. Dad won’t be run out of town.”

Logan sighed in relief before going back to the task at hand. Sucking on her earlobe, he commented, “Maybe it would have been better if he hadn’t gone after Jake.”

It was Veronica’s turn to freeze. “What?”

“He wouldn’t have lost his job if he hadn’t gone after the wrong man.”

She pushed him off of her before climbing off her bed. “Jake Kane was hiding something.”

“He didn’t murder his own daughter.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Abel Koontz confessed. Lilly’s murderer is in jail.”

“No, he’s not.”

“You really think that Jake would kill Lilly?”

She didn’t respond.

Logan shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you. You and your dad are determined to pin this on the Kane family.”

Veronica pulled her bedroom door open. “I think you should leave.”

“Yeah, maybe I should.”


Lynn looked up when she heard the front door slam. “Logan, is that you? I thought you were going out with Veronica?” When she noticed his angry expression, she pouted, “Did you two have a fight?”

“You think?” he asked bitterly, making his way up the stairs to his room.

Lynn followed after him. “What was your fight about?”

“Her father.”

“Keith? He doesn’t approve of you?”

He threw himself on his bed.

Lynn studied her son. “You didn’t say anything about his removal from office, did you?” Seeing him sulk, she sat down on the foot of his bed, “Oh, Logan.”

“I didn’t say anything that she didn’t already know,” he muttered.

“You don’t insult your girlfriend’s father.”

“But it was the truth. If he hadn’t harassed an innocent man and actually investigated Lilly’s murder, he would still have his job.”

She placed her hand on his leg. “Let me ask you something. You know Mr. Mars?”

He nodded, rolling his eyes.

“Before Lilly’s death, did you respect him as the Sheriff? Did you believe that he was an intelligent man?”

Hesitating, he nodded his head slowly.

“Do you really think that this intelligent man – that you respect – would suspect someone of murder unless he had a really good reason to?”

He looked at his mother. “Do you think that Jake was hiding something? That he murdered Lilly?”

“Do I think that Jake was hiding something? Possibly. Do I think that he murdered his daughter? No, I don’t think so.”

“But what about Abel Koontz? He confessed. They found Lilly’s things in his houseboat.”

She looked at him sadly, “People would do a lot of things for money. Even confess to a crime they didn’t commit.”


“You didn’t return any of my calls last night.”

Veronica closed her locker and turned away from him. “I didn’t feel like talking to you.”

Logan followed after her. “If you don’t return my calls, how am I supposed to apologize?”

She shrugged, continuing to walk away.

Grabbing her elbow, he pulled her against him to a stop. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “That’s not going to make it better, Logan. I’ve had enough of people looking down on my dad. I don’t need that from my boyfriend too.”

“I know and I don’t. I respect your father and I believe that he did what he thought was right.”

Although she could see the honesty in his statement, she knew it wasn’t enough. “But you don’t think what he did was right.”

“How can I? I don’t know all the facts. I don’t know what was behind his reasoning,” he said desperately.

“No,” she looked down at the floor. “I guess you don’t.”

“Maybe I’d understand more if you told me.”

Veronica hugged him close. “I don’t even know why. All I know is that I believe him.”


“Will you be okay here alone for an hour?” Veronica asked nervously.

Logan rolled his eyes. “I’m not three. I can handle being alone in an apartment for an hour by myself.”

“It’s just that there’s nothing for you to do here. The TV’s not set up… neither is the internet.”

“Just go get the rest of your stuff,” he said in irritation.

“I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Veronica,” he said warningly.

She gave him a quick kiss before heading out the door. “I’ll be back as fast as I can.”

Logan stood in the middle of the tiny apartment. Cardboard boxes were scattered everywhere since the Marses were in the process of moving in. He was left here because Keith had neglected to give Veronica a key before he and Lianne left to deal with some paperwork and Veronica had to clear the rest of their things out of their old house within the hour so that she could hand over the keys to the real estate agent. Logan was left alone to watch the place and Backup.

Instead of standing idly by, he began to move the labeled boxes to their appropriate rooms – which weren’t many. Veronica’s room, Keith and Lianne’s room, kitchen/living room, bathroom. In the process of sorting the boxes, he stumbled upon one that caught his interest.

“Playboys.” Logan smiled as he flipped the lid off the box. Imagine his surprise when he didn’t find naked pictures of women, but files pertaining to Lilly’s murder investigation. His smile fell quickly as he dropped down on the sofa. Sifting through the files mechanically, he skimmed through the information, absorbing as much as possible within his limited time frame – police reports, witness statements, interrogation transcripts, crime scene photos, Keith’s notes on his investigation. Logan saw quickly the discrepancies in the evidence that was gathered by the County Sheriff’s Department.

Lilly was still alive at six o’clock as evidenced by the traffic light camera that had caught her running the red light. The coroner said that time of death was four in the afternoon.

Celeste was doing laundry – more specifically Duncan’s soccer uniform – while the Sheriff’s department responded to her 911 call. She had two full time maids. Why would she start a load of laundry the night that Lilly died?

Jake and Celeste’s statements didn’t match.

Weevil was stalking Lilly.

Abel Koontz was dying of stomach cancer… standing weekly appointment for phone sex with some prostitute. There were phone records.

Dozens more tiny little details that didn’t add up.

He heard Veronica calling his name from outside. Quickly sliding the files back into the box, he replaced the lid and then slid the box under the table. Opening the door for her, he managed to put a smile on his face when he saw her parents coming up behind her. “That was fast.”

“I was afraid you’d die of boredom waiting here by yourself.”

“It’s alright. Backup kept me company.”


“I believe you.”

Veronica looked over at Logan in confusion. “That’s nice,” she said slowly, slightly perplexed.

“Abel Koontz didn’t kill Lilly. I mean, why would he? He didn’t even know her and killing her wouldn’t have helped his case against Jake.”

Veronica set her things down and went over to sit beside Logan who was lying on her bed. “What made you change your mind?”

He tore his eyes away from the spot on the ceiling he’d been staring at. “I read your father’s files.”


“He has files on his investigation hidden in a box.’”

Hearing this, she pursed her lips. “You went through my dad’s things?”

“He labeled the box ‘Playboys.’”

“Logan,” she started.

“It’s not like I purposely went looking through his stuff.”

She shook her head, indicating that she wasn’t scolding him. “What did you find out?”


Veronica joined Logan at the hood of his car, his hand taking hers as they walked into school together.

“I hate that we can’t do anything,” Logan complained.

“There’s nothing we can do,” she responded softly. “If there were any leads, dad would already be pursuing them.”

“Her killer is still out there.”

She rubbed her hand up and down his arm. “We’ll stop him.”


“I haven’t thought of that yet, but give me time.”

He studied her serious expression and he suddenly felt calm. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her close. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For promising the impossible… and meaning it.”

She looked up at him. “If I mean it, doesn’t that make it possible?”

“I think even this is beyond your abilities.”

“Do you doubt me?”

“I would never.” He kissed her bruised cheek lightly.

Their path to Veronica’s class was blocked by Dick and Cassidy. She looked up at Logan worriedly.

“What’s up, boys?” Logan asked as if nothing new had happened.

“Party,” Dick responded. “Enbom’s having a pre-Christmas bash.”


“Last day of class.”

“You should come,” Cassidy said softly to Veronica.

“Definitely,” Dick added, “everybody who’s anybody will be there.”

“And who am I?” Veronica asked dryly.

Dick smirked, “That’s between you and your therapist.”

Logan narrowed his eyes.

Veronica returned his smirk, “Then I guess that makes me Catwoman.”

Chuckling, Logan kissed the top of her head. “Does that make me Batman?”

She eyed him. “I don’t know. Where’s your cape?”

He snapped his fingers. “Darn. I must have left it in the Batmobile.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “So are you coming?”

Exchanging glances, Logan answered, “We’ll get back to you.”

“What’s there to decide?” Dick tried to cajole. “Free booze and drunk chicks.”

Logan saw Veronica’s glare as he rolled his eyes at Dick. “I think we’ll pass.”

“You know what,” she interjected, “we’ll see you there, Dick.”

“You sure?” Logan looked at her curiously.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” she smiled.

Dick grinned, nodding. “Alright. I’ll catch you later, man.”

“You really want to go?” Logan asked her.

Veronica patted his arm. “We can spend some time with your friends.”

“They’re your friends too.”

She shook her head. “They’re not my friends. The only reason they ever talked to me was because I was friends with Lilly.” She looked up at him. “That’s not the case anymore, is it?”

He didn’t know how to respond, but he was saved from having to since they’d reached Veronica’s class. He accepted a soft kiss on the lips as he watched her walk into the classroom and take her seat. The 09ers might not be her friends, but they were his. He was going to have to do something about their behavior.


Dick looked up with a smile when he found Logan alone at his locker. “Finally lost the trailer trash, didn’t you?”

Placing his books calmly into his locker, Logan shut it and turned to face his friend. “Let me see if I can say this in such a way that will get through even your thick skull.” He leant forward with a glare on his face. “Veronica Mars is my girlfriend. She is not trailer trash and if I hear anyone else call her that or any other derogatory term, they’re out.”


“That’s right. They’re out. Bye bye, 09erville.”

Dick swallowed, knowing that he was completely serious… and that he actually had the social influence to follow through with his threat. Nodding, he said, “Got it.”

“Spread the word.” With one final look, Logan walked away.


Logan squeezed Veronica’s hand as they approached the house. “Are you ready?”

She laughed, “You’re more nervous about this than I am.”

“I just don’t want them to hurt your feelings.”

“I don’t care what they think about me. Nothing they say bothers me anymore.”

“But it bothers me. They’re supposed to be my friends. I can’t have them treating my girlfriend like crap.”

Kissing the back of his hand to sooth him, she smiled up at him. “Just promise me you won’t be glaring at everyone all night. We’re here to have a good time.”

“I’ll try, but if one person even looks at you the wrong way, I’m punching them in the face.”

“What if it’s a girl?” she asked curiously.

“I’ll punch their boyfriend in the face.”

“And if the girl was single?”

“I’ll think of something if it comes to that.”

She giggled as she reached the door with him. “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about it. Things have been pretty quiet lately.”


“It’s like I’ve developed the plague or something. Dick was walking toward me in the hallway. When he spotted me, he almost fell over trying to turn around and run the other way. Funny, but odd.”

Logan smirked, “That’s exactly how I’d describe him.”

Entering the house, they pushed their way through the party goers, scoping out the entertainment. Logan held firmly on to Veronica’s hand, afraid that she’d get lost in the crowd of 09ers jammed into the first floor of Enbom’s house.

“Logan!” Dick called. “You made it.” His smile froze on his face when he saw Veronica. “And you brought your special lady friend too.”

“Dick,” she said dryly. She added more happily, “Cassidy.”

“Hey, Veronica,” he waved shyly.

“So, how’s it looking?” Logan glanced around at their surroundings.

“Slim pickings,” Dick complained, “and I think Enbom’s about to run out of booze.”

“Enbom never did know how to throw a party.”

“Rams and Friedrich are gonna go on a beer run. Do you need anything?”

“I’m good.” Logan grabbed a can of soda and passed it to Veronica. “We’re gonna go mingle.”

“You’re not going to drink tonight?” Veronica asked curiously.

“Maybe a little, but I’d rather have your dad see me drive you home than me puking on your shrubs.”

She pressed up against him. “Didn’t I tell you? My dad thinks I’m staying over at a friend’s place tonight.”

“I thought you didn’t have any friends,” he teased.

“I do.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, “You’re my special friend, aren’t you?”

“You told your dad that you’d be staying over with me tonight?” he said skeptically.

“No. I’m staying at Violet’s place.”

“Who’s Violet?”

“My imaginary friend.”

A grin spread across his face. “Imaginary friend, huh?”

“She listens to punk rock and has a more cynical view of the world than I do.”

“You, cynical? Never.”

Veronica giggled, “Dad likes that I can hang out with someone like that and still stay naïve and innocent.”

“If Lilly couldn’t corrupt you, I don’t think anyone could.”

She kissed him softly. “You don’t think you could?”

He pulled her flush against him. “Do you want me to try?” Thinking about it for a minute, he shook his head, “Never mind. I like you just the way you are.”

Her eyes locked with his, as she leant up, joining their lips.

Their heavy make out session was interrupted when Dick shouted, “Get a room!”

Panting slightly, Logan smiled, “Not a bad idea.” Still kissing, Logan maneuvered them out the door, all the way back to his car. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss so that she could climb into the passenger seat, while he went around to the driver’s seat. “My place?”

“Are your parents home?”

“Don’t worry. I can sneak you in.”


Hand covering her mouth to muffle her giggles, Veronica smiled as Logan practiced his Bond moves to get them up to his room without anyone noticing. They had tip-toed passed his mom and sister and managed to completely miss his father.

Closing and locking the door, Logan turned to find Veronica had fallen back on his bed. He studied her for a moment, knowing how right this moment was.

Tilting her head, she smiled at him, “What?”

“This is exactly where you should be.”

“In your bed?”

“With me.” He joined her. “I know it’s crazy, but I know this is exactly the way it’s supposed to be. You and me… together.”

She stared up at him with sparkling eyes. “I feel the same way.”

Kissing her softly, he tucked her hair behind her ear. “I love you, Veronica Mars.”

“Logan…” she whispered in awe, lacking the words.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just need you to know. I love you. I think I’ve always loved you… from the moment I first saw you in your shorts and knee socks.”

Burying her face against his shoulder in amusement, she reminded, “That was my soccer uniform.”

“There was just something about you.”

“I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to catch up.” She moved to gaze at him with love glowing in her eyes. “I love you too, Logan Echolls. I have since the moment you didn’t judge my dad the way everyone else in this town has. I love you for your strength of character… and you ability to form your own opinions… and most especially because you would do anything to protect me… even threaten your friends.”

He looked at her in surprise. “You knew about that?”

“Wasn’t hard to figure out.” She trailed her fingertips across his cheek. “Everyone started acting civilly towards me… some times even politely. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that my boyfriend had a hand in that.”

“You said that what they say doesn’t bother you, but I know that it still hurts. I couldn’t let them continue to put you down like that… especially when your father is right.”

“You know as well as I do that even if dad were vindicated, the 09ers still wouldn’t treat me the same as they did before. The moment Duncan dumped me, I lost my status with them.”

“But you’re dating me now.”

“And you have the clout to make them be nice to me… but I don’t want or need that.”

“Do you expect me to just sit back and let them insult you on a daily basis?”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean?”

“Why are you jumping down my throat when I’m trying to thank you?”

Startled, he said, “Thank me?”

“For going to the trouble to make my life easier when you didn’t have to.”

He hugged her close. “I wanted to.”

“I know,” she pouted. “That’s why I love you for it.”

“I love you so much.”

They laid there together in silence, basking in their embrace and the feeling of love surrounding them. The atmosphere was only ruined when Veronica’s wandering hand smoothed down Logan’s back to pinch his butt.

“Ronnie!” he said in surprise delight.

“What?” she looked at him, batting her innocent lashes.

Grinning, he responded with an attack of his own. Targeting her sensitive neck, his lips began to ravage her smooth flesh, drawing moan after delighted moan out of her.

In retaliation, she slipped her hands under his shirt and glided her cool hands across his heated muscles. She was pleased by the stiffening of his body as he reacted to her touch. She was pleased further when he pulled away to rip off his shirt, leaving his torso bare for her devouring eyes and questing hands. She hummed, raising her knees to cradle him close, “Eye candy.”

“I’m here to please,” he said in a deepened voice.

“Then get to it already,” she huffed with mock impatience. She smiled when he dove down and quickly tugged her tight jeans off, taking her panties with them. She released a low moan when his fingers found her wet and welcoming.

“You’re so wet.” He marveled at the sight of his fingers sliding easily inside her. His face level with her core, he worked her over with three of his fingers, occasionally swiping at her clit with the blade of his tongue.


He stole her words with a twist of his thrusting fingers. “Come for me, Ronnie.”

“I-” She was cut off by the sudden tensing of her body, her back arching, as her head and feet dug into the mattress.

Logan’s head rested on her chest, moved with the rise and fall of her panting. His fingers drawing circles on her bare belly as she calmed. When her breathing slowed, his arm went under her, dragging her up to her knees. Pulling her shirt off, he lips moved to caress hers. One hand cupped her breast, while the other moved to undo his jeans.

Veronica heard his zipper being lowered, the rustle of shifting clothes and the sound of foil tearing. She lifted her head to look into his eyes as he entered her.

It was like coming home. Logan dropped his forehead against hers, loving the feel of her gripping him, surrounding him. His gaze was steady on hers, gauging her every reaction, making sure she enjoyed everything he did to her.

Moving in tandem, they reached their peaks together, slumping against each other in exhaustion.

Disposing of his condom, Logan returned to his bed and rearranged Veronica under the covers. Slipping in behind her, he curled around her, holding her close.

Nestling into him, she drifted into a peaceful sleep.



“Ronnie, get you butt out of bed already.” Logan stepped out of his bathroom.

Dragging the covers over her head, she moaned, “Sleep. Need more.”

“We’re going to be late.” He shook his head, knowing full well that Veronica would take another five minutes and a lot cajoling before she actually climbed out of bed. She was not a morning person.

“I don’t want to go.” She snuggled deeper into the warm bed. After more than two years of sleeping over, the bed had molded to her body shape, making it extremely comfortable.

“You have to. You’re part of the wedding.”

Flipping the duvet off her head, she dropped her arms heavily on the bed. “I don’t see why I am. We’re not even friends.”

“We’ve been over this. I told Dick I wouldn’t be his best man if you weren’t the maid of honor.”

“Shouldn’t Madison be able to choose her own maid of honor?”

“Not when I’m the best man.”

Veronica muttered, “This stupid 09er pandering is going to have to stop.”

“Not likely.” He wrapped his arms around her waist when she finally climbed out of bed. “Don’t you like dating the top dog?” He kissed her neck.

She leaned back against him, a small smile on her face. “It has its perks.”

“And that’s not likely to change… ever. At least not until everyone’s graduated from college.”

“So four more years?”

Logan smirked, “Probably about as long as Dick’s marriage is going to last.”

“Why are they getting married, anyway? They’re not exactly the most devoted couple.” She pulled away, heading toward the shower.

“You didn’t hear it from me, but Dick’s about to have a little Dick.”

“Are you serious? Dick got Madison pregnant?” She shouted from inside the bathroom.

“Dick almost skipped the country when he found out. Cassidy had to lock him in his room for a week to keep him from running. Madison screamed for an abortion the minute that she found out, but her parents won’t let her get one. The Sinclairs are against abortion. Madison’s only argument was that she’s going to get fat.”

“Well, I guess they deserve each other.”

“A regular match made in hell.”

Logan was dressed in his black suit by the time Veronica stepped out of the shower. Fully made up with her hair wound up in rollers and wrapped only in a towel, she padded into his closet and grabbed her dress. Tossing it on the bed, she grabbed her underwear from the dresser.

“You know, I think I’m gonna have to bring a suitcase over here to get my stuff when I pack for college.” She smiled, “I think half my wardrobe is over here.”

He grinned, “Lucky for me that your dad is out of town chasing bail jumpers so often.”

She hummed, leaning up to peck him on the lips. “Lucky for me too.”

By the time they were ready to leave, Logan was suited up in classic black with a silver tie and Veronica was encased in a simple spaghetti strapped, silver column; her hair left down in waves.

She sighed, “At least I don’t have to wear a hideous bride’s maid’s dress. Although, I don’t know what possessed her to pick silver and black as her color scheme.”

Lynn walked passed them on her way out the door. “Well, don’t you two look nice?”

“Thanks,” Veronica blushed.

Logan smirked, “I know.”

“Have a fun time at the wedding. You can tell me all about it tonight.” She waved to them before climbing into her car. Lynn had been a lot happier ever since Aaron went to prison. Though still married, she coped with a murderous husband much better than a cheating one. After all, since Aaron was serving a life sentence in a maximum security prison with no chance of parole for murdering Lilly Kane, she didn’t have to worry about him anymore, did she?

Checking her hair one last time in the mirror, Veronica turned to Logan and announced, “Ready. You?”

“That reminds me,” he snapped his fingers and began patting his pockets, “I have something for you.” Finally finding it in his breast pocket, he smiled, “A little accessory.”

She gasped, “It’s beautiful.”

Logan looped the platinum lariat necklace around her neck. Two thin tassels hung from the hollow heart that rested just at her throat. He kissed her cheek. “Now you’re all silvered out.”

“You got me earrings too?” She reached out and took the matching tassel earrings from his hands. She slipped them on, flicking the long tassels in amusement. “I love them.”

“I love you.” He cupped her face, brushing his thumb along her cheek.

“You’re going to make us late,” she whispered she stared up at him.

“Who cares? They can start the wedding without us. Cassidy can be best man.”

“I love you,” she said huskily as their lips joined.

They never made the wedding.


The End


Hehe, loved the ending. And the fact that Logan can even control Dick's wedding is hilarious! I just wish this was the way it went on the show. Awesome story, as always!


LoL. When I saw this post, I completely flipped out. I love pre-pilot fics! This was awesome! You did a great job,I loved the LoVe interaction. LoL.Although I was afraid that Aaraon would never get convicted for murder, because LoVe was together the whole time. I like the fact that you revealed that at the end, and had a happy Lynn at the end also.

*again,Great Job*



O yeah, and I am soooooo adding this to my memories! I LOVE all of your work! What can I say, I am a fan!?!Hehe, it's a little weird because recently I was reading the fics on your journal.
WOW, creepy! Well, HAPPY NEW YEAR!


Very good. Very entertaining. Very cute.
Fic by you! ::squee:: Everything by you is love. All your AUs are great. The idea of an Aaron-free Lynn is awesome, too.

You are amazing. I bow to the coolness that is you. XD
The premise for this fic is pretty offensive and the characterization is just bad. What on earth made you think ambiguous date rape leading to immediate forever love was anything but creepy and disgusting, especially given Logan and Veronica's relationship at the time.
I agree. There would probably be awkwardness, anger and a multitude of other emotions, but I skipped over all that. This was a story written for fun and entertainment, meant to be fluffy and nice.

I'm sorry if it offended you.
Looooooooved it. Seriously, I needed my LoVe fix so bad, so thank you so much for that! That was awesome :)

I LOVED this. He didn't leave her the next

morning. Sigh. Man I wish this was a WIP. I am going to have to re-read this a few times.
This was appalling. There is nothing romantic or sweet about date rape. It certainly doesn't bring people together. Your characterization was nonexistent, your dialogue wasn't in voice, and your plot (other than the date rape element) were pedestrian. Frankly the entire thing was offensive without having a single redeeming element.

And admitting to "skipping the multitude of emotions" for the sake of a fluff piece does not excuse this fic - it just means that you knew your characterization was bad and didn't bother to do anything about it. Which, in some ways is worse. If you want to write fluff, pick a fluffy topic. Don't pretend a serious one has no repercussions just because you don't want to deal with them.
Date rape? I didn't get the impression that Logan raped Veronica.

But anywho, this was really cute, *adds to memories* Great job :)
Veronica was drugged. By definition she couldn't consent. That makes it rape. Was it an intentional violation? Apparently not. Would it be consequence free? Hardly. This is not a fluffy subject and treating it as such does none of the characters any favors. This story is frankly insulting.

Not to mention that even if she hadn't been drugged, drunken sex would hardly lead to "you are my true love". There is nothing cute about this, and nothing at all resembling the characters from the show it purports to fanfic.
Maybe the beginning wasn't perfect, but like she said, she wanted to skip over that unless she wanted a never-ending fic. The rest of it was cute, at least I thought so.
One can't just skip over the elements one specifically put into play. If she didn't want to deal with the repercussions of date rape, she shouldn't have written it. Pretending there WERE no repercussions insults the intelligence of her readers. It is not a fluffy subject. There are numerous things she could have chosen to write about if all she wanted was for Logan and Veronica to get together. Check out any romantic comedy in the history of ever.

She chose DATE RAPE as her vehicle and then chose to ignore its inherent issues. The rest CANNOT be cute because it was built on a creepy premise. (And its not like the rest of the story was such a prize that it made the appalling setup worth it. It didn't.)
I'm not saying it was okay to do, I just think we should be a little less harsh on her.

Well, you do what you see fit, and I'll do what I deem necessary. I will not deem this a great job when it wasn't, and I won't pretend it was inoffensive when it wasn't. And I really don't care if you think that's too harsh.
Okay, sorry... I didn't mean to come off bitchy.
I found this story after a friend sent me the link. I totally understand why you went with the setup you did. After all, it is canon. Veronica went to an 09er party, she was drugged and she woke up without her underwear. It is all about Veronica’s perception. She decided she wasn’t raped when she found out she had been with Duncan. Veronica trusted Duncan would not hurt her so she decided it could not be rape.

Your version is kinder than canon; Veronica does not wake up alone, Logan stays with her, they both accept responsibility for the act and Logan takes her home. Then he protects her from his friends, just as he should.

This isn’t the only story I’ve read where Logan was the ‘not-rapist’ but this is the harshest criticism I’ve read about this premise. Of course, every reader is entitled to his own opinion but I assure you that not everyone is offended. This story is based on canon, then it becomes your interpretation, which is what fanfic is designed for.

Keep writing, I’m a fan of your work.
Veronica came to terms with Duncan's actions that night in canon. There is a BIG difference between learning she was with the boy she loved and learning she was with the boy who was currently making her life a living hell. There is absolutely no way this storyline would procede in the way it did in this story.

My objection was not the premise. Logan as the not-rapist is a potentially interesting story and could certainly have powerful results. My objection was to the handling of said premis. To use date rape as the vehicle to cute fluffy bunny love is offensive and appalling - and the author ADMITTED she ignored the repurcussions that should have been there.
I agree with skk670 and just wanted to add my thoughts.

Isn’t this like – canon? Didn’t Duncan sleep with Veronica and then leave her, only for them to get back together without talking it through.

Logan didn’t rape Veronica in this fic. He slept with her while not knowing she was drugged. They didn’t really discuss what happened, it is true, but then she didn’t discuss it properly on the show either.

I think everyone has the right to write what they like without being trashed. I always feel there is a fine line between constructive criticism e.g. (I have to say I found the subject of your fic an uncomfortable read, because I don’t think date rape is an issue to become fluffy in any way…) and what was written here – a flame. I don’t think flames are ever appropriate in a fandom that people are here for fun, not to be ripped apart.

I enjoyed your fic snuffybaby and found a nice AU to season one. Good job!
No, actually, it isn't like canon. Because in canon, Veronica slept with the boy she was in love with, not the guy determined to make her miserable. She slept with someone she had a romantic attatchment to - her ability to compartamentalize that makes a lot more sense.

And I wasn't trying to be "constructive" in the general terms of trying to help her improve her work. My entire concern was conveying how very appalled and offended by her handling of the subject matter (and the author herself was very gracious on the subject of my concerns). Term it a flame if you like - although, strictly speaking, being blunt and/or hostile is not the same as flaming - but if you post such a fic to a public community (which was where this was originally linked) than you should expect strong reactions. Everyone has a right to write what they like - but the readers have a right to give their honest opinion on the matter.

Freedom of speech works both ways. She can say whatever the hell she wants, and I can choose not to approve.
I understand your concerns and I never meant to treat the issue lightly. I'm sorry to say that when I was writing this, I never considered this being about date rape. The thought never even entered my mind that this would be considered date rape. If it had, I definitely would have had the characters reacting differently, because date rape is a very serious subject. I thought of this story as two people getting drunk, which is why I glossed over the awkwardness that should have occurred next.

As for Veronica's and Logan's relationship, I think that Veronica's character changed so drastically because of her rape in the show. Without the rape, she would be more forgiving. I also considered her behavior at Shelly's party the major source of ammunition that Logan and others used against her.

I apologize again for offending anyone and from now on will be more careful and make better judgements on what people might find offensive.
I admit, I too had a problem with Veronica at Shelly's party just being ok with the drugged out night with Logan. But I guess the way I reasoned it (a bit) was, what if in-canon Duncan hadn't left after he'd slept with Veronica? The boy she loved had finally returned to her, showing that he still cared about her, wanted her...would she have ever called it a rape? I don't know. Even now in canon, when he DID leave, she still doesn't call it rape.

However, it is a pretty big suspension of disbelief that V would be ok after sleeping with Logan, especially given the hostile and hurt interaction we saw between them after Lilly's death.

Perhaps if you'd started the fic not with the drugging and rape, but with some other pre-S1 event causing a softening of the interaction between L & V (which could have, in turn, avoided the rape completely), it would be more believable. V's date rape is a such a traumatic event that it is almost impossible to find any way to evolve from it into something positive, much less fluffy.

For instance, what if Logan had found V drugged/out-of-it at the party, but instead of doing the body shots, his conscience or former friendliness toward Veronica had come out of nowhere, and he'd taken her home or to his house and slept on the floor beside her to make sure she was ok. Just a thought.

But there were elements I liked to your story too. Specifically Logan alone in the Mars apartment looking at the cardboard boxes, I thought, "OMG, he's going to find the box of Playboys!" That is typical teenage boy and typical Logan.

Also, I liked the idea of an Aaron-less Lynn -- still providing a somewhat stable family for Logan.
I was not offended at all because I didn't see what happened as date rape. I saw it as two teens having drunken sex. While Veronica would have had more issues after the fact, I don't think it was as extremely OOC as some other people seem to. I did like that Logan found the box, read through everything and made his own decisions based on the evidence. I also loved that Lynn was still alive and happy at the end, and that Aaron had been convicted of Lilly's murder.
(Before I begin, english is not my first language)

Ok, it was fun, and very cute. I didn't find it offensive at all, and not because I take the date-rape issue lightly.

To me, Veronica's rape was the point when everything changed, since that moment she became the Veronica we met in the pilot, and the fact that she woke up alone and without underwear the worst of all. In a world where a drunk Logan (and oblivious to the fact that Veronica was drugged) and a drunk Veronica (or one that looked like it) end up in bed together, and she wakes up, with him, and at least having and idea of what happened, it's not sooooo bad.

It's bad, but he was there, being sweet. Yes, he probably was a total jerk before, but after that he defend her. And this is fanfiction, if the author wants to skip some things, it's ok. I liked it, it would have been good to look more into the drug issue, but Veronica didn't had the urge to do so, she knew what happened, and that's way better than wake up alone and without your underwear.

Really loved how Logan found the "playboys" and your take on the rest of the first season, would've like a bigger confrontation with Duncan though... I love to see Logan fighting with him over Veronica....

And that's it...