Title: beautifulgarbage

Author: Modern-Insomniac1138

Pairing/Character: Logan, OC, hints of LoVe, V/D and Logan/Lilly

Word Count: 1,160

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Logan's adventures in therapy. Season 2.

Disclaimer: Rob Thomas, the creator, owns Veronica Mars. I am merely a fan. Lauren Dohring, the wife, owns Jason Dohring (Logan). I am merely his mistress. lol. j/k... really I am! Also, beautifulgarbage is the album title of the band Garbage's 2001 album. The chapters' titles are also the titles to the songs on the album. At the beginning of each chapter there is a sample of the songs' lyrics, which I do not own. I do not own the album, the songs, the lyrics, or the band, but Shirley Manson kicks major ass.

Shut your mouth

Try not to panic

Just shut your mouth

If you can do it

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Dr. Audrey Barton sits down in her office as she stares at the clock. Her new client is late for his appointment. She hates the sound of the damn clock that hangs on her wall. The sound is starting to annoy her.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

It's almost as if it's taunting her. She looks at her new client's file, and sighs. "Another crazy, messed-up rich kid." she says to herself. A piece of her curly brown hair gets in her face. She tucks it neatly behind her ear as she stares at the file. She slowly reads the name over and over again. She then reads the comments of past therapists.

"Troubled, physically and emotionally tormented, doesn't listen."

"He can't be helped, he doesn't want to be helped. He doesn't talk about himself nor does he listen."

"I quit."

Tick Tock Tick Tock

"Enough with that damn clock!" she yells angrily, still staring at the file.

"Oh, now I know what not to get you for Christmas." a deep, male voice says mockingly.

She quickly looks up and sighs. It's her new client, Logan Echolls.

"Hello, Mr. Echolls, it's nice of you to finally arrive." she says sarcastically as she gets up from where she is sitting.

"Yeah." he mumbles as he plops down on the couch.

Audrey walks over to where he is laying down and introduces herself. "I'm Dr. Audrey Barton. You can call me Dr. Audrey or Dr. Barton, whatever you feel more comfortable with." she says as she extends out her hand.

"Why don't I just call you Audrey?" he asks sarcastically as he waves to her.

She clenches her jaw tightly as her hand drops to her side and she takes a seat across from him.

"Logan, I know why you're here. You're here because you were arrested for quote, "punching a cop under the influence of alcohol", unquote. The judge let you go and gave you two options, therapy or anger management. Why exactly did you pick therapy?" she asks curiously.

"Because I liked the word," he answers flatly.

"Logan, you came to me. Now, I'm going to give you two options. If you want a full session, then next time you should come on time. I'm going to give you another week to think over why you picked therapy and you can come back and we can get through this, or you can go to anger management. It's your choice. How does that sound?" she asks.

He sits up and looks at her square in the face and says huskily, "You have the most beautiful brown eyes that I've ever seen. How old are you?"

"I'm 37 and I'm leaving," she says as she gets up from where she was sitting. He falls back on the couch again and sighs.

She goes over to her desk and picks up her backpack and stuffs papers and files into it. Logan watches and asks, "Where's your briefcase?"

"What?" she asks.

"Your briefcase. I mean, aren't therapists supposed to have briefcases and be all "professional" like? Shouldn't you be wearing five hundred dollar suits and have you hair in a tight bun?" he asks as he looks at her from head to toe.

Audrey stops what she is doing and answers, "I like backpacks better and I like what I'm wearing. Look, I'm just too busy to care if I look like the "ideal therapist". I don't need to pretend to be good at my job. I am good at my job. My clothes don't need to reflect that."

"Ah, so you're one of those free spirit type of therapists. I had one of those when I was like ten. He threw me out of his office because I kneed him in the groin." he says.

"Logan, why did you knee that poor man in the groin?" she asks.

"Because he called me Satan's little fucked-up spawn," he answers sadly.

She bites her lip as she makes her way back to the chair next to where he is laying.

"Oh, so now you want to join me?" he asks smiling.

"Don't get me wrong, I am going to leave in five minutes, but I just want to know one thing." she says.

"Shoot." he says flatly as he plays with his fingers.

"I've read about you. I've read all the things you've done and I just want to know why you insist on pissing off every therapist that enters your life." she asks.

Logan chuckles and answers, "I don't mean to piss of every therapist that I've seen, it's just that they don't get me. They don't try to like me or try to reach out to me. They were just in it for the money and the fact that they could have the achievement of fixing Aaron Echolls' troubled son. I was just another plaque to hang in their office. They didn't care about me, nobody really cares about me."

"I'm sorry, but I want you to know that I'm different. I want you to know that I can help you if you just let me." she says sincerely.

He slowly drops his fingers and looks over at her. Their eyes lock and he slowly gets up from where he is sitting and starts for the door. "Everybody says that, but they never do. They say they can help, but instead all they give me are broken promises and lost hope. Thanks for the short session Audrey, maybe I'll see you around sometime." he says over his shoulder as he walks out of her office.

Audrey sighs as she closes her eyes in frustration as the clock, once again, rings in her ear.

Tick Tock Tick Tock

Author's Notes: I hope you liked the start of the story. I'm sorry that it's kind of short; I promise the next chapter will be longer. Please read and review so I can continue. Also to all the "Home Sweet Home" fans, expect a new chapter by Saturday or possibly earlier. I have not gotten my computer fixed yet, so keep praying please!