Kayla (klawick003) wrote in fic_by_kayla,
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The Steps (Dick/Veronica, Logan) R (6/?)

Title: The Steps (6/?) WIP
Author: Kayla
Rating: R (for language)
Character/Pairing: Dick/Veronica, Veronica, Dick, Mac, Logan. Mentions of Logan/Veronica, Duncan/Veronica.
Word Count: 1,400
Spoilers: Through 2x18 (I Am God)
Summary for Chapter: Logan and Dick finally talk -- or ya know fight-- about what’s going on between Veronica and Dick. Dick get’s honest with everyone.
Summary for Story: Step One: Stop being an asshat to her. Step Two: Ask Logan how he ever got her to date him. Step Three: Get her to say my name without disgust.
A/N: To those of you who are still reading, sorry this took so long to get out. I kinda left LJ for awhile. My apologies. Huge thanks to rindee for the beta job. None of this would have been possible w/o her. And big thanks to little_linds for the feedback! Both of you are amazing. X-posted to fic_by_kayla. Onwards...

Previous Chapters: Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five


DICK’S POV

My feet are moving, they so are, but I just know I’m going to turn around, and I kind of hate myself for it.

“Veronica, look, I know I haven’t treated you the best, but I want to like, make up for it or something. Anything.”

She sighs.

Fuck.

“Look, Dick, it's weird, okay? You hated me for so long, and now, all of the sudden you have real feelings for me? It’s just…it’s a lot to take in.”

“I get it, okay? I fucked up, I know it.  I hate it.  God, it’s not even like I want to be here, having this conversation. I’d rather be fucking or drinking, but I can’t, and it’s driving me crazy…knowing you’re the reason why.”

She looks at me like maybe I’m making some sort of impact, but I kind of stop caring.

Fuck this, I just… I laid it all out there.  If she acts like a bitch about it, I’ll fucking get over it. I will.

Or at least, I’ll convince myself I will.

“I appreciate that, I do…but I just don’t think I’m ready to jump into a relationship.”

Great. Is she still mooning over Duncan? God, how long is it going to take her to realize a dildo would have given her more entertainment.

“Yeah, okay.”  What-the-fuck-ever.  I tried.  In my head, I'm already planning my night when I hear her voice.

“But if you’re serious about what you said, I think we should be friends.”

Bon Jovi.  Beer. Emo night cuz I was rejected by a girl.  I guess I can forget my plans for tonight.

<<>>

LOGAN’S POV

What the hell? They’re eating lunch together now?  Fan–fucking-tastic.

Dick Casablancas is making Veronica Mars laugh???

It kind of makes me sick. I need to figure out what the hell is going on. 

<<>>

“Mac, right?”

She looks at me like maybe I shouldn’t know her name.

“Uh, yeah.  What do you need?”

“You’re Veronica’s friend, right?”

“Sorta, yeah.”

This is all kinds of awkward and I probably shouldn’t even be here, but fuck - Dick Casablancas?

“Well, I looked for her after school, but she was gone.  Any chance you know where she went? Her car’s still here.”

“Yeah, I know.”

So it seems like Veronica’s playmate is going to keep her mouth shut on Mars’ whereabouts. When did things stop being simple for me?

“Look, just tell me where she is. It’s important.”

She sighs as she looks up from her computer.

“She’s kind of happy, Logan. And you know Veronica. Happiness isn’t something that comes easy to her. But she’s smiling more, and I just, I think you should leave it alone.”

Leave it alone? Does she have any fucking idea what I’ve been through with this girl?

“I can’t leave it alone, okay? Where is she, with Dick?”

I say it as a joke, but judging but the look on her face, this is far from funny.

“She is, isn’t she?”

Mac averts her eyes as I stalk out of the room.

<<>>

Kendall equals sex equals distraction.

It sounds like I just found a plan for tonight.

Knock Knock


Nothing. 

I let myself in.  Kendall is nowhere in sight. Hearing giggles from the entertainment room, I venture that way. 

As I enter the room, Halo2 is playing on the screen, and two heads of blond shouts insults at each other.

“Fuck, Ronnie, you can’t shoot him.”

“I’m owning you, Dick.”

He smirks. I want to vomit.

“Un-fucking-believe,” I say, making my presence known.

They whip around and stare, at a loss for words.

“Logan,” Veronica starts.

“I don’t even care anymore, Veronica, really. I can’t bring myself to care.”

Lies. Fucking lies. I need to get out of here.

<<>>

DICK’S POV:

I see the uneasiness, the detachment, and the worry in her eyes, and it’s fucking me up.

Things were fine. God, we were doing the fucking friend thing.

And yeah, like, I kinda wanted to kiss her the whole time, but whatever. I was trying to listen to her and back the fuck off.

But Logan. He just storms in and starts saying shit that completely effects Veronica.

It’s like she still cares about what Logan thinks of the whole situation? But, dude, why? If anyone should care, it’s me. He is (was?) my friend. 

She owes him nothing.

But, apparently, she thinks she does.

“I better get home.”

“Veronica, you said you wanted a friendship. Be honest with me.”

I push my hands through my hair and sigh.

“It’s about him, isn’t it? God, I just—“

“Look, Dick.  I think maybe we should just take a break from the friend thing, at least until this all blows over.”

She’s serious?

“You’re serious? God, that is rich coming from you. You want to stop being friends to please Logan? What about when you were dating Duncan? Did you stop dating him to please Logan? Damn, Veronica, the answer is no. And that’s fucking low.”

I’m getting anger, I know, but fuck, she’s being so fucking selfish.

“I'm trying. And yeah, maybe it’s too late and maybe I never really gave you a reason why, but I'm trying. I can’t even figure out why, and dude, it’s fucking me up. I’m taking chances with you, Veronica. I’ve stopped talking to my only friend for you. But fuck, when things don’t go your way, you just run, don’t you?”

She looks at me with sad eyes and sulks out.

Bon Jovi.  Beer.  Emo night.   

My plan back on.

<<>>

God, I’m drunk.

And angry.  

And I know this is totally stupid. But I’m knocking on the door anyway. 

“Well, I’m surprised to see you here,” Logan says with attitude as I let myself.  

“I came by to tell you that you fucking suck at life,” I know I'm slurring, but fuck.

“Sober up, Dick. Maybe we can have this conversation later,” he says, taking a seat on the couch. “Let the door hit you in the ass.”

I’m swinging my bottle of vodka and cursing, and I know I’m so going to regret this,  tomorrow.

“No, no. I wanna do this now. What the fuck is your problem? You couldn’t let me have a friendship with her because your psycho jealous ex-fucking-boyfriend persona came out?”

He smirks.

“You’re drunk, Dick, and you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I fucking do. You want her. I get it, dude. Whatever, but what gives you the fucking right?”

“I do, okay?” he says, raising his voice.

“That’s not even an answer.”  I realize I kind of sound like a child.

“You just, you can’t let her be happy can you?”

“She was happy with me. And don’t think I don’t get this fucking charade you’re playing, Dick. You hate her. I know better than most people.”

“You made me hate her. God, I remember it. 'Slash her tires, Dick. Write slut on her locker, Dick. Fuck with her food, Dick. Super-glue her locker shut, Dick.' You made me fucking torture her. You trained me to hate her. And yeah, it’s on me for going allow with your psychotic fuck-fest—“

“You fucking – you shut the fuck up, Dick.”

The look in his eyes tells me he’s not kidding anymore. He’s through with laughing, but so I am. I keep pushing.

“You made us all hate her. Every last one of us. Every horrible thing that ever happened to her happened because of you.”

<<>>

LOGAN’S POV:

“You made us all hate her. Every last one of us. Every horrible thing that ever happened to her happened because of you.”

Including the rape. 

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House.”

“The truth hurts, huh, Logan?”

My fist connects with his face before I have the chance to stop myself. But he’s grabbing me to steady himself, and trying to hit me back.

Our sanity flies out the window as we scramble on the floor, punch after punch.

Veronica Mars has ruined us.




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