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Veronica Mars Fic: Post Partum
A Veronica Mars FanFic
Title: Post Partum, Part 5?
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
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Rating: R (this part)
Summary: motherhood changes Veronica
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: This may turn fetishy in future parts. I'm posting what I have written in an effort to shake loose some writer's block.
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of Veronica Mars. No copyright infringement is intended.
Logan had been missing for three days. The e-mail from his assistant with the newspaper clippings attached had been the last communication from him.
Veronica had given up on calling his cell phone, and had started calling their condo in L.A., but there was no answer.
There was also no answer at the apartment they kept in Chicago, or the one in New York. She ransacked the safe in his den, finding his passport, so she knew he had not left the country. She was dismayed to find about $10,000 in cash missing. (More dismayed by the fact that she was unable to track his credit card purchases if he was using cash instead of his Black Amex, than she was about the cash itself. Money was something that came with the territory when she married Logan, but, it wasn't something that she spent a lot of time thinking about.)
Out of desperation she had phoned Trina, and tried to subtly ask if she had spoken with Logan. Trina, suprised, told Veronica that she hadn't spoken to her brother in over two months. In typical clueless-Trina fashion, she didn't appear to pick up on the fact that Veronica hadn't spoken to him either and was actually looking for him.
While she had her on the phone, Veronica surprised herself by asking Trina if she remembered anyhing about Logan being injured by a horse on the set of one of their father's films. Trina was uncharacteristically quiet for a few seconds, and then said, "That's just something we don't talk about, Veronica. Ever. I've got to go, so, um, give my brother a big kiss from me, okay?"
Logan had pulled a disappearing act on her once before, almost six years ago. After leaving the Hearst cafeteria, after bringing the wrath of the son of a Russian mobster on his head, after sharing a look with her that Veronica had interpretted to mean that they would probably be naked in his bed at the Grand within a few days time, Logan had taken off without a word to anyone.
Veronica would later learn that he had left Neptune with no real idea of where he wanted to go, or why, but simply knowing that he needed to come to grips with everything that he had lost - Lilly, his mother, Aaron...(to the extent that he gave a damn about Aaron). He had gotten into his Land Rover and he just drove. And kept driving. He had ended up weeks later in Montreal, a city his mother had always loved.
He holed up in a hotel in the old quarter, and began to write, obsessively, sometimes for more than fourteen hours a day. He told her later that he had never pursued anything with such purpose. He didn't stop writing until two months later, when he emerged with a screen play that he tried to sell to any number of Hollywood studios through a contact his mother's old agent had given him, using a pseudonym.
One studio offered to buy the screen play after learning it was, in fact, written by Aaron Echolls son, but, they insisted that Logan relinquish creative control over the project. Logan had turned them down, and instead had taken a loan against his Trust Fund and inheritance, and LillyLynn Productions had been born. Calling in favors from people in the industry who had liked and respected his mother, Logan put together a cast and a crew and, on shoestring budget over a ten week period, his movie had come to life. Taking an enormous creative risk, they shot the film in black and white, with a deliberate film noir feel.
In the meantime, Veronica, who had tracked Logan's location by following his credit card charges, assumed that he was drinking, partying, and, probably snorting coke off the bellies of French Canadian hookers. (Her feelings towards him, and his abandonment of her (as she saw it), were rather unkind at the time). She had thrown herself into her sophmore year studies, broken up with Piz, and spent most of her free time with Wallace and Mac, who had, inexplicably, begun dating Eli Navarro.
Then one night, in May of 2008, after final exams had just ended, Veronica, Wallace, Mac and Eli were preparing for a mindless movie night, when a news blurb on Entertainment Tonight caught them all by surprise.
It seemed that the son of murdered (and murderous) Aaron Echolls had premiered his movie and his new production company at the Cannes Film Festival to overwhelming and instant acclaim. The movie ~ the story of the viciously abused daughter of a US Senator, who discovered that her father had orchestrated her mother's alleged suicide by forcibly throwing her off a bridge into the Potomac ~ had received Canne's prize for best screenplay and had been considered for the Palme D'or, although it had lost out to a French film about a Parisian high school.
The Entertainment Tonight clip showed Logan Echolls, standing on Cannes famed red carpet, with his arm wrapped around the shoulders of his film's star, an actress who was, without a doubt, a dead ringer for Veronica.
As they stared, dumbfounded at the television, Mac had looked at her friend and asked, "Veronica? Did you go to France last week and not tell us?"
Veronica, surprised at the jolt of seeing Logan again, even just on television, after all these months, shook her head. "No, that's that actress from Heroes. Kirsten Bell or something. What's Logan doing with her? She's WAY too old for him," she had huffed, denying the extreme jealousy that had overcome her. (In fact, the following week, PEOPLE ran a cover story featuring the shot of Logan with the actress, as well as file photos of two other stars, with a headline that read, "THE BARELY LEGAL ROMANCES OF NBC's HEROES." The actress later sent out a press release stating that she was not romantically involved with Logan Echolls, that they were friends and that she 'greatly admired his astonishing creativity.' (Veronica had actually growled when she read that statement, assuming (wrongly) that the actress was alluding to Logan's undeniably creative skills in the bedroom.)
For weeks afterward, Veronica had poured through news articles ("Echolls Films Brings New Life to American Noir"), and time and time again she had dialed his cell number, but always hung up before hitting "SEND".
In midsummer, she had received an email of only one line, "Please come to L.A. to see my movie," with a time, and a date, and the address of a small theater that would be the site of Logan's film's US Premiere. Veronica had arrived to find him waiting for her in front of the movie theater, and the next day numerous paprazzi had run photographs of the lip-locked couple, proclaiming, 'Echolls and Bell have teary and passionate reconcilation on sidewalk at the site of film's premiere." (The Bells's boyfriend, a comedian, had released an angry statement insisting that the HEROES star had been in Rome at the time and demanded a retraction.)
Since that afternoon in L.A., when they had watched his movie, alone, together, she and Logan had rarely been separated for more than a few days. And they were always in contact by phone and text. The last three days had been the longest period of time they were incommuicado since the year they had spent apart so long ago. (Veronica also reflected on the fact that they were MARRIED now, so, his choice to vanish at this point seemed significantly more hurtful, not to mention his accusation of her unfaithfulness.)
And so Veronica sat in her kitchen, staring into a bowl of Rocky Road, trying to decide what to do next to locate her wayward (and clearly confused and misguided) husband, when she heard the doorbell ring.
A few moments later, Mrs. Navarro came looking for her.
"Mrs. Veronica, there is a man here. He says," Mrs. Navarro looked concerned and made the sign of the cross over her chest, "he says that he is a doctor and that he needs to speak to you about Mr. Logan."
Veronica's eyes widened in fear. "Where is he?" she asked.
"In the sitting room, at the front of the house."
Veronica made her way towards the front of the sprawling Spanish style mansion that she and Logan had called home for the past two years. They rarely used the front entry way or the formal sitting room, where she found a thin, distinguished looking man of about 60.
I'm Veronica Echolls," she said hurriedly. "Do you know something about where Logan is? Is he okay? Has he been hurt?"
The man extended his had to shake hers. "I'm Dr. Eugene Gallagher," he said. "Logan is fine. Well, physically, Logan is fine. He arrived at my office yesterday afternoon, in state of great distress. After speaking with him for some time, he asked me to come and talk to you. I hesitate to get so personally involved in a private matter, but...to be honest, I do feel some sense of obligation to Logan."
Veronica stared at the doctor without a word, and raised one eyebrow as if in a question.
"There were...things...in Logan's medical history...I probably should have asked more questions."
"What kind of doctor are you, exactly, Dr. Gallagher?" she inquired. "And where is my husband?"
"Your husband told me yesterday afternoon that he was going to get a room at the Ritz Carlton in Dana Point. I imagine that's where he is right now. But, my history with your husband goes back many years. I'm a pediatric urologist. Logan came to me as a patient after he returned to California after being released from Memphis Children's Hospital when he was 14 years old. He had been, or so I was told, attacked by a horse."
To Be Continued
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And also: Mac and Weevil? That's a new one. :)
Off to read part 6!
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I just posted this story to veronicamarsfic and veronicalogan.
Thank you for all the encouragement!