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Veronica Mars Fic: Post Partum
A Veronica Mars FanFic
Title: Post Partum, Part 8/?
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count:
Rating: R (this part) for language and adult concepts
Summary: motherhood changes Veronica
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: This may turn fetishy in future...
Parts 1 to 6
Part 7
Nine Months Earlier
Veronica approached the front desk of the Ritz Carlton Dana Point with a look of determination on her face.
"Can you ring Jeffrey Lewbowski's room for me please?" Veronica said to the concierge. The woman checked her computer and looked up at Veronica, amused. "I'm afraid we don't have anyone registered under that name staying here with us," she said. "Well, at least not today."
Veronica thought for a second and said, "How about Douglas Mortimer?"
The woman checked the computer again. "Well, yes, we do have Douglas Mortimer, but, he's put a privacy block on his account. I'm afraid I can't ring his room for you."
Veronica's ire with her husband increased exponentially. She pulled her Justice Department identification from her purse and showed it to the concierge. "I'm a federal agent," she said, (telling herself that this was technically true). (She was an ATTORNEY for the federal government, so, arguably, she might be described as such). "I'm in the middle of an investigation," she continued. (Technically true, her OWN investigation, of course, not the federal goverment's.) "I need you to ring Col. Mortimer's room and tell him that Veronica Mars from the United States Department of Justice is standing in the lobby and needs to speak with him. I'm sure the Ritz Carlton would prefer that to my calling for back-up," she lied through her teeth, shamelessly.
It had been a long time since Veronica had spun a tale in order to gain access to someone or someplace that she shouldn't. It gave her a rush of adrenalin as the concierge picked up the house phone and dialed five numbers. Veronica made a note of the number ~ 41101 ~ probably eleventh floor, room 1, she surmised.
"Colonel Mortimer," the concierge said, in a completely serious tone, and Veronica decided that the woman was either not a fan of Clint Eastwood movies or had seen enough eccentric Hollywood types come through her hotel to be unphased by any pseudonym. "Colonel Mortimer, I'm very sorry to disturb you, but, there's a Veronica Mars here from the Department of Justice. She says she needs to speak to you, urgently." The woman paused to listen, and continued, "Certainly, sir. I'll send her right up."
"He's in room 1 on the 11th floor, you can take that elevator," she pointed to a bank of elevators to the right of the front desk.
Veronica seethed as the elevator took her to the eleventh floor. She knocked quickly and angrily on a door marked with a ornate brass numeral "1". Logan opened the door sheepishly. He looked both sullen and embarrassed.
Veronica shoved him into the hotel suite and angrily demanded, "What the hell, Logan? WHAT. THE. HELL? How could you? How could you think...HOW COULD YOU THINK I CHEATED ON YOU? How could you NOT TELL ME about this?" She shook her head as he shrugged his shoulders and hid his face in the palms of his hands.
"How could you...do you realize that I've been putting chemicals IN MY BODY for the past FIVE YEARS to keep from getting pregnant and you never once had the decency to tell me that MAYBE that wasn't NECESSARY?" She shoved him again. And once more for good measure. She was so much smaller than him that the physical force of the act was negligible, but her frustration was more than evident.
"How could you just, how could you just refuse to talk to me and disappear for three days? THREE DAYS, Logan? For what? What did I do to deserve that from you?"
Veronica sank down into a love seat that faced a set of sliding glass doors, leading to a balcony with a stunning view of the Pacific. She crossed her arms in front of her and sat for a minute, watching the surf.
Logan came and sat down next to her. He put his hand on her shoulder but she flinched away from him.
After several minutes of silence he finally spoke. "I felt really guilty about the birth control pills," he said. "I felt really guilty that you were taking medicine you didn't need to take. I was afraid that if I told you...I was afraid that if I told you that I couldn't...give you a family...I was afraid you would leave. I was afraid you would think I wasn't whole. I worked so hard to get past all the shit that Aaron did to me, to you, to Lilly, to my mom...I worked so hard," he choked a bit and turned away from her.
"When were you going to tell me?" she asked quietly.
"I was going to tell you when...well...I figured eventually you would want to have a baby and then I would have to tell you."
She was quiet for a while and then said, "If you had told me from the beginning it wouldn't have mattered, you know. I'm not even sure I WANT to be a mother. It's not like I had a great roll model."
"What do you mean you don't want to be a mother...did you...are you...what?" He stared at her, confused and concerned.
"It's not like the pregnancy was planned, Logan. It's not like it hasn't been as much a shock to me as it was to you," she said. Logan looked at her pointedly.
"Okay, it's probably NOT as much a shock to me as it is to you. I never thought it was an impossibility. But, all the same, it's a surprise, and instead of being able to think about what this is all going to mean for us, I've spent the last three days wondering if you were going to come home, wondering what could have been so awful about this baby that it made you want ot leave me. It's not like we're teenagers with no money and no prospects."
"I just...I went crazy thinking...thinking that our life was a lie, that you were...that you were sleeping with someone else, I wanted to kill someone. I wanted..." Logan said, looking away from her.
"Logan," Veronica said firmly. "Either this baby is yours, or I'm not pregnant. I'm furious that you would even think that I slept with someone else. I'm really, I'm beyond furious, but I have not been with anybody but you. You. Only you," she insisted. "I wish you would have jumped to the conclusion that the pregnancy test was wrong, rather than jumping to the conclusion that I was sleeping with someone else."
"Are you trying to tell me you're not pregnant? You just said you're not even sure if you want to be a mother," Logan asked.
"These tests are pretty accurate, but I did make an appointment for a blood test tomorrow. And I made an appointment for us to see Dr. Gallagher tomorrow. He can tell us how this happened."
Logan looked at her and nodded.
"You want to tell me what happened on the set of your dad's movie?" Veronica asks gently. As angry as she was at Logan, she was more interested in getting to the bottom of what led to Logan's distress.
He took a deep breath and began to speak.
To Be Continued.
To Part 9
A Veronica Mars FanFic
Title: Post Partum, Part 8/?
Author: Zaftig_darling
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica
Word Count:
Rating: R (this part) for language and adult concepts
Summary: motherhood changes Veronica
Spoilers: All three seasons
Warnings: This may turn fetishy in future...
Parts 1 to 6
Part 7
Nine Months Earlier
Veronica approached the front desk of the Ritz Carlton Dana Point with a look of determination on her face.
"Can you ring Jeffrey Lewbowski's room for me please?" Veronica said to the concierge. The woman checked her computer and looked up at Veronica, amused. "I'm afraid we don't have anyone registered under that name staying here with us," she said. "Well, at least not today."
Veronica thought for a second and said, "How about Douglas Mortimer?"
The woman checked the computer again. "Well, yes, we do have Douglas Mortimer, but, he's put a privacy block on his account. I'm afraid I can't ring his room for you."
Veronica's ire with her husband increased exponentially. She pulled her Justice Department identification from her purse and showed it to the concierge. "I'm a federal agent," she said, (telling herself that this was technically true). (She was an ATTORNEY for the federal government, so, arguably, she might be described as such). "I'm in the middle of an investigation," she continued. (Technically true, her OWN investigation, of course, not the federal goverment's.) "I need you to ring Col. Mortimer's room and tell him that Veronica Mars from the United States Department of Justice is standing in the lobby and needs to speak with him. I'm sure the Ritz Carlton would prefer that to my calling for back-up," she lied through her teeth, shamelessly.
It had been a long time since Veronica had spun a tale in order to gain access to someone or someplace that she shouldn't. It gave her a rush of adrenalin as the concierge picked up the house phone and dialed five numbers. Veronica made a note of the number ~ 41101 ~ probably eleventh floor, room 1, she surmised.
"Colonel Mortimer," the concierge said, in a completely serious tone, and Veronica decided that the woman was either not a fan of Clint Eastwood movies or had seen enough eccentric Hollywood types come through her hotel to be unphased by any pseudonym. "Colonel Mortimer, I'm very sorry to disturb you, but, there's a Veronica Mars here from the Department of Justice. She says she needs to speak to you, urgently." The woman paused to listen, and continued, "Certainly, sir. I'll send her right up."
"He's in room 1 on the 11th floor, you can take that elevator," she pointed to a bank of elevators to the right of the front desk.
Veronica seethed as the elevator took her to the eleventh floor. She knocked quickly and angrily on a door marked with a ornate brass numeral "1". Logan opened the door sheepishly. He looked both sullen and embarrassed.
Veronica shoved him into the hotel suite and angrily demanded, "What the hell, Logan? WHAT. THE. HELL? How could you? How could you think...HOW COULD YOU THINK I CHEATED ON YOU? How could you NOT TELL ME about this?" She shook her head as he shrugged his shoulders and hid his face in the palms of his hands.
"How could you...do you realize that I've been putting chemicals IN MY BODY for the past FIVE YEARS to keep from getting pregnant and you never once had the decency to tell me that MAYBE that wasn't NECESSARY?" She shoved him again. And once more for good measure. She was so much smaller than him that the physical force of the act was negligible, but her frustration was more than evident.
"How could you just, how could you just refuse to talk to me and disappear for three days? THREE DAYS, Logan? For what? What did I do to deserve that from you?"
Veronica sank down into a love seat that faced a set of sliding glass doors, leading to a balcony with a stunning view of the Pacific. She crossed her arms in front of her and sat for a minute, watching the surf.
Logan came and sat down next to her. He put his hand on her shoulder but she flinched away from him.
After several minutes of silence he finally spoke. "I felt really guilty about the birth control pills," he said. "I felt really guilty that you were taking medicine you didn't need to take. I was afraid that if I told you...I was afraid that if I told you that I couldn't...give you a family...I was afraid you would leave. I was afraid you would think I wasn't whole. I worked so hard to get past all the shit that Aaron did to me, to you, to Lilly, to my mom...I worked so hard," he choked a bit and turned away from her.
"When were you going to tell me?" she asked quietly.
"I was going to tell you when...well...I figured eventually you would want to have a baby and then I would have to tell you."
She was quiet for a while and then said, "If you had told me from the beginning it wouldn't have mattered, you know. I'm not even sure I WANT to be a mother. It's not like I had a great roll model."
"What do you mean you don't want to be a mother...did you...are you...what?" He stared at her, confused and concerned.
"It's not like the pregnancy was planned, Logan. It's not like it hasn't been as much a shock to me as it was to you," she said. Logan looked at her pointedly.
"Okay, it's probably NOT as much a shock to me as it is to you. I never thought it was an impossibility. But, all the same, it's a surprise, and instead of being able to think about what this is all going to mean for us, I've spent the last three days wondering if you were going to come home, wondering what could have been so awful about this baby that it made you want ot leave me. It's not like we're teenagers with no money and no prospects."
"I just...I went crazy thinking...thinking that our life was a lie, that you were...that you were sleeping with someone else, I wanted to kill someone. I wanted..." Logan said, looking away from her.
"Logan," Veronica said firmly. "Either this baby is yours, or I'm not pregnant. I'm furious that you would even think that I slept with someone else. I'm really, I'm beyond furious, but I have not been with anybody but you. You. Only you," she insisted. "I wish you would have jumped to the conclusion that the pregnancy test was wrong, rather than jumping to the conclusion that I was sleeping with someone else."
"Are you trying to tell me you're not pregnant? You just said you're not even sure if you want to be a mother," Logan asked.
"These tests are pretty accurate, but I did make an appointment for a blood test tomorrow. And I made an appointment for us to see Dr. Gallagher tomorrow. He can tell us how this happened."
Logan looked at her and nodded.
"You want to tell me what happened on the set of your dad's movie?" Veronica asks gently. As angry as she was at Logan, she was more interested in getting to the bottom of what led to Logan's distress.
He took a deep breath and began to speak.
To Be Continued.
To Part 9
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Oh and just a note, where you wrote "I've spent the last three days wondering if you were going to come home, wondering what could have been so awful about this baby that it made you want ot leave me", you wrote "ot" instead of "to"
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I think you're doing a good job of unraveling the mystery. The part that I'm most interested in, as I told you, is Veronica reinventing herself as a mother and the struggle that is for her, so I hope you continue to explore that. I like that she brought up her anger about the bc pills, because she doesn't usually let things like that slide, and the exploration of Logan's insecurities. Veronica can bring out the best and the worst in him.
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I thought it was really important that Veronica bring up the fact that she had been medicating herself for no good reason.
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But seriously, this story is great--I can't wait for the next part!
(P.S. It should be "role model," not "roll model.")
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and just in case you couldn't interpret the madness....I love this story, keep up the good work!!
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Somehow I missed chapter 7 so I went all the way back and reread this fic from the beginning. Guess what, it's still good. LOL!
I like the way you're going back and forth unravelling the mystery of story. I really hope that V can come out of this depression and LoVe can be happy together again. Depression is a very scary thing to deal with for the sufferer and their family members. You depict it well in your story.
Well done. Update quickly.
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Logan," Veronica said firmly. "Either this baby is yours, or I'm not pregnant. I'm furious that you would even think that I slept with someone else. I'm really, I'm beyond furious, but I have not been with anybody but you. You. Only you," she insisted. "I wish you would have jumped to the conclusion that the pregnancy test was wrong, rather than jumping to the conclusion that I was sleeping with someone else."
"Are you trying to tell me you're not pregnant? You just said you're not even sure if you want to be a mother," Logan asked
That's not really the response Veronica wanted or needed. I wanted Logan to apologize for exactly what she brought up: he should have questioned the validity of the pregnancy test instead of assuming she was sleeping with someone else. He needs to apologize for that!
I know because of the present chapters that they eventually got past that particular screw-up on his part, but it still irks me.
And I really hope that Logan can help Veronica get past her depression and irrational fears about Jonah.
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Thanks for reading and for the encouragement!