Author: Girl With The Dandelion PM
This is how I envisioned season 4. It picks up right where the finale left off. Veronica has to deal with everything from lost love, to secret societies. From mob bosses to old biker gangs. From disappointment to absolute realization; all with her usual charm and sarcasm. Old characters return, while current characters might just take off for good.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Drama - Veronica - Chapters: 8 - Words: 21,295 - Reviews: 64 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 51 - Updated: 11-20-12 - Published: 10-01-12 - id: 8572462
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I'd voted. I'd done my part. And now I have to wait. I'm sick to my stomach, feeling I already know the results of the election. I have no one but myself to blame though. If Dad loses again, this time it's on me. I couldn't stay away. I had to find out who sent out that video. And once I did, that wasn't good enough. It isn't my fault that I stumbled across something bigger, right?
No, it's just my fault that Dad's being accused of destroying evidence. It's my fault that Logan has a death threat looming over him. My fault Wallace was tortured. My fault Piz is still black and blue. My fault. My fault. My fault.
If Vinnie wins this election, I don't know what I'll do with myself. He's going to be terrible at being Sheriff. Maybe they'll vote him out of office. But the chances of Dad being brought back in are slim. Not a third time.
There's only one reason I can think of that allowed Jake Kane to press charges against Dad. He knows that I won't go public with the information I've got. I can't. If they're pressing charges without me having told anyone anything, imagine what they'd do to the people I care about if I did? There's no way I'd come out alive. And I sincerely doubt they'd just leave Dad alone. My hatred for the Kane family had subsided for the most part, until now.
Duncan being the exception, I want the Kane family to go down. I want them fallen from the high of society. I want Dad to win this election more though. So I'll keep quiet. Mum's the word, right?
I can't skip class today. Not again. I'll sit idly by, praying Dad wins. I try to distract myself with things I know I have to do. I debate on whether or not I should get the list back from Nish. All she has are names, not the crimes connected with the name. I think her having the list will be alright. She needs names for a lawsuit. Nothing like a little poetic justice to put some of these Castle people to bed.
I have to make sure the information on Wallace never ever sees the public eye. He doesn't need that kind of controversy coming to light.
I need to talk to Parker; assure her there's nothing between me and Logan.
Finally, my list ran short. By my third class, I must have checked my phone at least a hundred times. Nothing. No missed calls. No text messages. Zero activity. Why? The results had to be out by now. Why hadn't Dad called me? By the time lunch came around, I knew something had to be wrong. No one had said anything to me. Not even the people at school; someone had to know. Before I could dial Dad's number, my phone started buzzing. I didn't even check the caller I.D.
"Veronica? I did it. I won. I can't talk right now, but I wanted you to know!"
"I'm so proud of you dad! I love you."
"I love you too sweetie. I'll call you later."
I set the phone down, grinning like a madman. I don't know how he did it. I don't know how he was able to win with charges against him, but right now I don't care. And then like a storm cloud covering the sun, a blonde surfer intruded into my life.
"Veronica where's that boyfriend of yours?"
"Why do you wanna know, Dick?"
Dick sat down across from me, mild concern etched in his face.
"I haven't seen him since yesterday. It's kind of weird of him to not show up at all."
"Wait, are you talking about Logan? He's not my boyfriend Dick. You know I'm dating Piz."
He sniffed. "For now. Either way, have you seen Logan?"
My stomach dropped. "No. Not since in the cafeteria yesterday." When he beat up a guy connected to the mob who then threatened his life.
"Yeah well Parker hasn't seen him either, not that she seemed to really care. If you see him, let him know I need his half of the money for the beer run. No way am I paying for it all again."
I rolled my eyes. "Your best friend's missing and all you care about is beer?"
"Your ex-boyfriend is missing and all you care about is my alcohol consumption? That's cold Veronica." Dick smirked and walked away. Dick. He lives up to his name.
So less than 24 hours after beating a guy who's dad's in the mob, Logan's missing. Maybe I'm just jumping to conclusions, but those are never good odds.
If I was a brooding millionaire boy, where would I hide? Knowing Logan, he's surfing so I'll start at the beach. As I reach my car, I notice a tall figure leaning against the side.
"Piz, whatcha doin'?"
He looked over at me and smiled; I winced as his bruises came to light. "Just waiting for my quirky detective girlfriend to get out of class."
"Quirky? I prefer feisty, thank you."
He laughed and bent down to kiss me. "While I'd love to stay, I actually have to go," I said.
"Where are you heading?"
I have to tell him. Especially if this does have something to do with the mob, I'd rather someone knew where I was going. "I'm looking for Logan. No one's seen him since yesterday in the cafeteria and Dick's worried. I'm going to try the beach first."
"I'll come help you. God only knows what kind of mood he's in."
That's the last thing I want. I don't want Piz getting involved in all of this. "No, it's okay. I got it."
He looked away. "Veronica, you and Logan-,"
"Shh. There is no me and Logan anymore Piz. It's just you and me, alright?"
I reached up and kissed his cheek. I opened the door to my car and got in, rolling the window down for my final farewell to Piz.
"Veronica, I think we both know there will always be a you and Logan." He kissed my forehead and walked away. What do I say to that? I've made it very clear where I stand with Logan right now. What he did to Piz is unacceptable. He can't just go picking fights with whoever he thinks did me wrong. Look where it's got him now! I'm looking for him, afraid the mob has him? This is ridiculous! I have half a mind to just get out and ignore this whole thing. But if it is the mob...it's my fault.
When I make it down to the beach, I scan the parking area for Logan's car. Aha. There it is, just sitting there. How could he just disappear and not tell anyone? It's infuriating how he can just ignore everything around him while the world panics because he's missing. Whatever. Just as I turn around to leave, I slam on the brakes. All four tires on Logan's car are flat. Someone had to have flattened them. Quickly parking the car, I run down to the beach, one hand on my tazer.
I see him though, sitting in the sand, watching the waves.
He turns at the sound of his name. "Veronica? What are you doing here?"
Breathing heavily, I reach his side. "Looking for you. You've got Dick freaked out. Needs his beer money. Where have you been?"
"I've been here. Just thinking about stuff."
"You can't just disappear like that! God Logan. You had me- I mean Dick worried!"
He chuckled. "Actually, I think that's exactly what I'm going to do. I can't keep screwing up Veronica. I already lost you as a girlfriend; I don't want to lose you as a friend, alright? I screwed things up with Parker. I didn't stop Cassidy from jumping off that roof. I just think it'd be better if I left. For awhile at least."
No. I need him here. I need to keep an eye on him. I need to make sure Gory doesn't come through on his threat.
"Logan that's ridiculous. You can't just leave. You have a life here. You have school; friends." I took a deep breath and continued.
"It wasn't your fault with Cassidy. I didn't stop him either. I think you and I both know that version of Cassidy up on the roof that night would have found a way to kill himself, regardless of you or me. He was sick. He'd had terrible things happen to him. He had done terrible, awful things. It wasn't your fault Logan. It wasn't. And you didn't lose me as a friend, alright? We're still friends." As pissed off as I am at you.
"Veronica, don't do me any favors, okay? I know you hate me now; you have every right."
I sat down in the sand next to him. "I don't hate you Logan. I'm not overly fond of your temper, but I don't hate you. I could never hate you, no matter what stupid thing you've done."
He didn't say anything so I got up to go. "I still think it'd be better if I just disappeared."
Something inside me started to hurt a little. More like sting. His words stung me. I decided not to dwell on why. "Logan you won't be doing me any favors by leaving. Don't leave. I mean it. And if you think I can't find you, you're dead wrong. So don't even think about it."
"I can't keep looking at you, knowing I hurt you the way that I did. And I know you're still angry about it. I mean, I left you that message and you didn't even acknowledge it."
So we're on the topic of Madison Sinclair now. I hate this conversation.
"Oh you mean the message where you were drunk and yelling at me?"
Logan looked confused. "Did you listen to the whole thing?"
"No. I never got the chance. Something came up and I deleted it."
Looking less confused now, Logan said, "So you never got the entire message. I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse."
"What do you mean?"
"Just, I said a lot on that message. A lot I wish you'd heard, although I'm kind of glad you didn't. I wasn't at my manliest. If you didn't hear the whole thing, at least I know you don't hate me as much as I thought."
"Yes, your macho is what's important here. And I already said I don't hate you Logan." Although I am desperately curious to know what was on that message.
He looked up at me and smiled. "Yes ma'am."
"Logan, promise me you'll stay. Promise you won't disappear. It's not what I want."
He stared at me for what seemed like hours, but in all honesty probably wasn't even a minute. He smiled again. Getting to his feet, he said, "I guess I'll head back then."
Trying to block what just happened, I snapped my fingers. "Oh about that…your tires are flat."
The car ride back to the Neptune Grand was awkward and uncomfortable. Once we finally reached the drop off, Logan broke the silence.
"All four tires, huh? I'm guessing you think it's because of that guy yesterday?"
I exhaled a breath it felt like I'd been holding since the beach. "I don't think its coincidence, no."
"Is that why you came looking for me? Veronica, if something happens, it isn't your fault either. You told me to stay away from him. I chose to ignore you."
"Logan, he has mob connections. THE mob. Why'd you do it?"
He opened his door to get out. "Because you don't deserve to be treated that way. I don't care who it is, you're better than that and they're going to know it one way or the other."
With those final words, he turned and left. The small smile on my lips quickly turned into a frown once I'd realized it was there. Had Piz been right? Would there always be a me and Logan? I shook my head. Nope. Not after what he'd done with Madison. He'd seen to that. He arranged our finality. He aced my heartbreak with flying colors.
Once I'd seen him walk safely through the front door, I turned on the car and was about to head back to Hearst when someone climbed into my passenger seat.
"We meet again Weidman. Dinner and a movie this time? You spring for the popcorn, I'll get the drinks." Maybe being sarcastic with a known killer and kidnapper wasn't the best of ideas, but hey. A girl's gotta get her kicks wherever she can get them.
Clarence barely glanced my way. "Drive to the Kane residence. Now."
Determined not to show any fear, I wordlessly obeyed. Once I pulled into the driveway, Clarence was pulling me by my arm and into the house. A scruffy man sat on the sofa, drinking gin. I glanced at my watch. Barely even noon. What the rich do with their time is disturbing.
"Veronica, have you seen the news?"
I glared at Jake Kane. The man who made a mockery of my father 3 years ago. The man continued to make a mockery of my father today. I hate him.
"No sorry, I was being dragged around by your butler. Didn't have the time."
"Oh, well then let me show you."
Jake turned up the volume on his television, a smirk on his face that I'd give just about anything to wipe off.
"And now we bring you with the latest on the Sheriff Election controversy. Earlier today, it was announced that Keith Mars had won the election for Balboa County Sheriff. However, in light of recent allegations against Mars, the election seems to be moot as Vinnie Van Low was ushered in as Sheriff just moments ago."
Jake muted the TV. I stared at the screen, hatred running its course in my veins.
"I can make this go away Veronica. I can make him Sheriff again. All I have to do is drop the charges."
Nothing in this town is free. "What's it going to take?"
He shrugged. "I want to know where Duncan is."
Author's Note: Alrighty, so I have this story planned out for the most part. This is my first Veronica Mars story, and I mean I literally just finished the show like an hour ago. But in my defense, I've been planning on writing a story ever since the first season; I just didn't know what to write it about. But now I have it all planned. So this is going to be my version of what would have been season 4. I'm going to try and answer any unanswered questions the show left us with. I may forget a few along the way, but I'm going to try my hardest.
Let me know what you think, and if you'd like me to continue! I mean I'm going to continue regardless, but it's always awesome to hear you want it to. :)