Title: Are You Ready to Give Up Everything
Summary: Set during Logan's kidnapping scene in 2.08. What if someone came for his rescue? But that's just the beginning…
Disclaimer: RT, you're the man…everything belongs to him.
Spoilers: Up to Ahoy Mateys (2.08).
Note: This is my first VM fic! I hope you enjoy it and leave some feedback.
Thank you Meagan for the beta:)
For the first time in his entire life, Logan was scared. Really scared. He was scared to his bones. He never felt like this before – ever! He got worried sometimes, yes, but he never really thought about death – his own death, that is. Not even when he was standing on the bridge last summer. He always thought that he was invincible – that he could do everything without getting seriously hurt, because he was the great Logan Echolls. But right then, especially in this situation, all his faith in the 'great Logan Echolls' vanished in just one single second.
He didn't see it at first. After being unconscious his eyes were just getting used to the brightness again. But then, he noticed it.
A gun was pointed straight at him. He wanted to move, wanted to fight back, but he couldn't. He felt the ropes wound around his body, trapping him.
He didn't know who they were. They hid their faces behind black masks. Every time one of them came near him, two cold eyes peered down at him. He could see the hate and the anger. And most of all, he saw the willingness to kill him.
But then he realized that only a few days earlier he was acting just like them. Pulling a gun and pointing it at some stranger and making his best 'I'll kill you if you don't do exactly what I say' face. But he was just acting. The gun was never loaded in the first place. He was a good actor – sometimes. But here and now, as much as he tried to stay confident and unafraid, fear was written all over his face.
They were asking him about Felix. He didn't know what to say because he already told them everything. But apparently, they were not pleased with his answers.
"Look I..." his voice trailed off.
"What happened?" The man in the black mask asked again.
"I can't remember, okay? I swear to God, I can't remember." His voice was cracking again and he could feel the tears pressing against his eyelids. "Damn it, man, I'm telling you the truth, I swear to God!" Suddenly he could hear Veronica's voice in his head. She was telling him that he'll get himself killed one day. But he had shrugged it off, because after all, he was 'invincible'. But now here he was, probably facing his final hour on this earth.
"You're a killer, aren't you, boy? Just like your old man." With these words the man cocked the gun, which was still aimed at Logan's hand.
"No, please. No, God, stop it, please! Please! No! Nooooo!" Logan screamed and trashed in his bondage.
The man pulled the trigger. Again, there was a click but the gun didn't discharge a bullet.
"Ahh…! Oh, stop, please, okay, I don't know anything! Damn it, man, I swear!" Logan hissed and closed his eyes for a second, relieved that he still had a whole hand.
"Know what I think the problem is? This boy don't care about his hand. Let's try some more valuable real estate." He lowered the gun and aimed for Logan's kneecap.
The panic in Logan increased again. He was screaming and struggling. 'This is it, man,' he thought. 'You're not gonna be that lucky this time. The gun will go off.'
Suddenly he heard a scream - desperate and full of fear. But it wasn't his.
The kidnappers jerked their heads around and saw Veronica standing in the doorway, aiming a 9 mm at them. Logan also looked up. He didn't know what to feel. Relief? Of course, maybe he will walk out of this with both of his kneecaps intact. But he also was worried about Veronica. 'What if… no!' He didn't want to think about what the other option was.
"Don't you hear me, butthead? Lower your gun and throw it over to me." She looked around. "Same invitation for everyone, by the way." She glared just one second at Logan and their eyes met. In this single moment, she saw all his fear and she knew that now he was really scared. She never saw him like this before.
The man in the black mask lowered his gun but it didn't seem likely that he would give up that easy. "Oh, little girl, playing with the big guns. I bet the toy in your hands isn't even loaded." He smirked.
Veronica stayed confident. "Oh, I see. You want a demonstration" She aimed the gun at the nearest bulb and fired twice. It immediately exploded in a thousand pieces. After that, she pointed the gun at the man again. "See?" Now she was the one left smirking.
Logan was shocked. How did she know to handle a gun? And why was she so angry with him having a gun (one that wasn't even loaded), when she apparently had the full package? Logan stored these questions for later as he watched the man throw the gun to Veronica. The other kidnappers followed.
She reached for them, never letting anyone out of her sight, and tucked it in her bag. "Thank you," she said. "See, that wasn't that hard. And now, I want you to go slowly over to Logan and untie him. And if I see just the slightest wrong move…" She grinned again. "Well, let's just say, you will find out how the bulb felt." She could see the anger in the man's eyes and felt fear crawling up her own back. But she had to pull it together until they were out of there.
The man did what he was told and Logan was free in no time. He rubbed his hands and ran over to Veronica.
"Let's go," he said, and gave her a small smile.
They both slowly moved backwards. Veronica was still pointing the gun at the kidnappers.
"Well…Veronica." the man said, just before they were out of the warehouse.
Both stopped immediately at the tone of his voice. It was much colder but completely calm.
"Yeah, right. I do know you, Veronica Mars." The other men gathered behind him and folded their arms. "I know much more about you than you can imagine. Your best friend…"
For one second Veronica thought she would drop the gun. The shock was written all over her face. They knew her? Logan just stared at her, then looked back at his kidnappers.
They registered her shock, because something in their stances relaxed. They were gaining the upper hand again and they really liked to show it. "Shocked, little girl?"
She didn't respond.
"Uh-huh, that's rich. Playing with guns but then being shocked by some measly words? Well, what would Wallace say about his best friend, if he could see her playing with the fire?"
She flinched as the man mentioned Wallace's name. 'So, they were not just bluffing. Great!' Veronica thought.
"Or what would your precious loving daddy would say?"
All of a sudden, her face hardened. Logan registered the shift at first. And he knew that look, because hell, she gave him that look a lot.
"What he would say?" Veronica snapped. "Well, I guess something like 'Good, honey, kick their butts up to Alaska.'" She laid her index finger over her lips. "Or maybe down to Florida. Because, you know, the weather is much more friendlier there. But then again, why would you deserve to go to such a nice place when…"
"We will kill you."
She silenced immediately.
"Well, don't worry, we won't kill you first. We will make you watch when we'll kill your best buddy Wallace, your boyfriend..." he gestured toward Logan. "…make a nice coat out of your doggy and finally put a bullet right between your daddy's eyes."
Finally, the air became thicker and thicker. Veronica couldn't breathe anymore.
"Uh… shocked again?" The man brought his hands to his hips.
Veronica blinked quickly as tears formed behind her eyes. 'No, Veronica, don't! Be strong, you have to get out of there, you can't let them see how much their words got under your skin.'
Logan, who watched the scenario in silence, grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the warehouse. He heard them shouting, but couldn't understand what they were saying. He turned around and saw the big metal slide door of the warehouse. He grabbed it and closed the entrance with one swing. He locked it up and turned back to Veronica.
She was just standing there and waiting for him. Her gun was gone. He guessed she had packed it back in her bag. Her face had some color again and also the tears were nowhere to be seen. But he still could see the fear behind her eyes and his heart ached. Again, she had to suffer because of him. He wanted to say something to her – anything. But the words just couldn't form on his lips.
"My car is parked across the street. We have to go." She gripped her bag tighter and started to run.
Logan just nodded and joined her. Veronica fumbled in her bag for the keys as they both sprinted as fast as they could.
"Damn it," Veronica muttered.
"You can't find your keys?" Logan asked, breathing heavily from running.
"No, not that. We should have forced them to take off their masks."
They heard sounds behind them – definitely coming from the warehouse door.
"Yeah… well, next time then." Logan answered, but also kicked his own butt mentally for not thinking about that.
Finally they reached the Le Baron. She threw her bag on the backseat as she started the engine.
"Seatbelts," she said and Logan grabbed for it.
"Where do we go?" he asked her quietly as he registered her shaking hands on the steering wheel. She pulled the car out of the parking lot.
"I don't know," she answered in a shockingly calm voice. "Can you hand me my phone?" She glimpsed at him. "I… I have to make a call."