Little Old Neptune

Rating: PG 13

Disclaimer: I do not own Veronica Mars, the characters, canon story lines, etc.

Summary: Veronica Mars left Neptune 5 years ago. Now, her newest assignment, involving two 5-year-olds, daughters to a few of Hollywood’s top stars, who are kidnapped, brings her back. Veronica must deal with the past and fight for the future.

Notes: Sorry for the long delay of getting this up and sorry for the shortness of it. I could list out a bunch of excuses, such as I was in England for awhile, school has been crazy as there is one week left of classes, misplacing my loose-leaf pages that I write on during class, then found again and had to type it up… anyway. Here it is. Hope you enjoy!

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CHAPTER TWO

I’m sure you’re wondering why I gave up my shot at a perfect family picture filled with money, gorgeous house, celebrity husband, and adorable daughter, right?

Veronica Mars made her way to the bathroom, although she did not need to use it. This was her escape route. If she was smarter, she would have realized this house had no escape routes beyond the front gate.

As she was about to push the door in, Veronica hear a familiar voice echoing down the hall.

“Vanna, come on, don’t be shy!”

Veronica’s feet slowly followed the sound of the man’s voice to an open door. Silently stepping in ,Veronica cursed herself at what she saw.

Her blue eyes fell to the source of the sound: a wide screen TV dancing to life with a very small girl.

“Daddy!”

A small smile played on Veronica’s lips as the child’s face filled with pink and a small hand attempted to block her face.

Am I even allowed to smile at this? At her? My little girl- but I’m just watching from the sidelines.

A quiet voice interrupted Veronica’s fixation on the screen. “Lilly, my mom, you, and now Vanna, you’d think I would be given a break.”

At first, Veronica didn’t see him, then, her eyes slipped past the TV and saw a mirror directly above it. Inside the mirror, Veronica saw her own guilty face and a few feet in front of her, lying on a green couch was a man she knew all too well, his light brown eyes looking straight at her.

“I’m sorry, Logan,” her voice came out quietly, barely above the sound of a whisper. Logan’s head knocked back ever so slightly as Veronica’s pain filled words hit him. A look of shock came to his face. It was as if he had not expected her to reply back to him.

And Logan hadn’t expected her to answer. In fact, he hadn’t believed she was truly there at all. His belief held on to the idea that in his emotional state, he was seeing things- and now apparently hearing them too.

Logan continued to stare at her, blinking occasionally and looking away only to snap his head back to the mirror. Veronica dared the few steps to reach the couch. Looking down, she scanned the coffee table in front of the couch- looking for the bottles and glasses of alcohol that she just knew would be there. Finding none shocked her. From what Jennie had cautiously said, Veronica had assumed Logan was dealing with this problem as he dealt with all others- with lots of alcohol and, occasionally, drugs.

When Veronica looked directly down at him, she found his eyes staring into hers.

“Logan, are you drunk?” Veronica found herself asking despite the gnawing in her stomach urging her away. Director Hendricks, Callie, and Jennie would be wondering why she was taking so long. Wasn’t that a big enough reason for her to jet from the room now?

A playful expression crossed Logan’s ragged face. “Drunk? Nope,” Logan answered, popping the p on nope. “Jennie’s no fun and threw them all out.”

Veronica knew exactly what would come next.

“Hung over?” Logan continued. “Probably.” Leaning in, he attempted to whisper, his voice however not changing in pitch at all, “But sh, Ronnie, Jennie won’t let me go over to Dick’s again if you play tattle tale.”

Despite him using the ridiculous nickname, the five years that had separated them seemed to vanish. Veronica’s many experiences with a drunk Logan made it as if they were in high school yet again. Veronica spotted a mini bar in the corner of the room and made her way to it.

As Logan said, Veronica saw no alcohol bottles in the cabinets as she searched for a glass. Finding one, she filled it up with water before walking walk to Logan and handing it to him. Logan looked at the glass and her hand curiously. Carefully and unsure, Logan slowly brought his hand up to the glass. Veronica pushed the glass into his hand, forcing him to take it. His fingers brushed hers as they took hold. His eyes widened and darted to look straight into Veronica’s.

Realization finally formed in Logan’s eyes and very quietly he asked, “Veronica?”

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