Hit Me Where It Hurts
Disclaimer: Not mine. Veronica Mars and Angel belong to their respective owners.
The doctor has bandaged him up, clucking his tongue and asking all sorts of personal questions. “Tell you what, doc. I’ll tell you about my sex life if you dish on yours,” Logan said, smirking. He was sitting bare-chested on an exam table, bandages strapped tightly around his ribs and his left fingers in plaster.
The doctor frowned, brow furrowing, and looked pained. “I think we’re done here, Mr. Echolls,” he said firmly, obviously uncomfortable with Logan’s special brand of go-the-fuck-away.
“Oh, goodie,” Logan said flatly. “I can’t wait to go home and have all the other kids sign my cast. I bet none of the other kids have a cast like this. Woo-boy.”
Angel rolled his eyes. The doctor left the room, feathers successfully ruffled. “They’re on their way,” Angel said casually, as if he not just sent Logan’s world at the moment into turmoil.
“Great,” he muttered.
“Don’t sound so excited,” Veronica said acerbically, standing in the doorway with a Kendall Casablancas clone.
“Veronica, I hope I don’t have to make any introductions,” Logan said flippantly. Inwardly, his heart was racing and his palms were sweating.
Veronica nodded to Angel, a silent Thank You, and went to Logan’s bedside. Cordelia tactfully grabbed Angel by the arm and announced, “We’ll be in the food court!” before leaving. The door slammed closed.
“Those two…” Logan said, waggling his eyebrows.
Veronica shook her head. “Don’t start.” She swallowed and try to quell her nerves. “Umm…how are you feeling?”
“Considering I was just tortured for several days by my dead ex-girlfriend, not bad.” He looked at her shrewdly. “This isn’t going to be one of those times where you start sobbing or smacking me in the head is it?”
Veronica smiled sweetly. “Not if you don’t get on my nerves.”
“Ah, that old Mars charm. I remember it well,” Logan said, sighing dramatically.
Veronica sighed. “I didn’t come here to trade barbs with you,” she said. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. And now, my mission is complete and I can go home.” She didn’t sound at all happy about this.
“Stay.” It was one word, but it caused an avalanche of emotion. She sat back down and laced her fingers through his with a tentative smile.
“I’m glad you’re okay,” she said quietly.