#also ofc i had to callback to their most underappreciated moment

[thelillykane]

i’m so full of love i could barely eat 

Logan/Veronica. What should’ve happened in 4.08. 

title taken from work song by hozier. the “come on, lover boy” is, obviously, a reference to dirty dancing. 

“Oh, shit,” Logan scrunched his face up at the alert on his phone. “that street cleaning thing is today.” 

Veronica glanced over amused. “Since when do you care about street cleaning?” 

“Since someone gave me a very long lecture on wasteful spending,” he tossed his phone onto the bed and kissed her dizzy on the lips. “I’m gonna go move your car, I’ll be right back.”

“You’re just doing this because you know I’m winning and you need a chance to regroup your argument.” 

“Sedona does not count as a real honeymoon,” Logan said flatly. 

“It’s a renowned relaxation destination!” Veronica countered. “People go there all the time.” 

Logan rolled his eyes and pushed the window open. “Sedona’s a total joke, it’s just republicans pretending to commune with nature.” 

“That’s ridiculous —“ Veronica started, but Logan interrupted her with a peck on the lips. 

“I’m going down to move the car. You can shout your argument at me through the window. You know,” he waggled his eyebrows at her. “like we’re an old married couple.”

Veronica couldn’t contain the smile that broke across her face. “You’re gonna lose!” She called out after him as Logan disappeared through the door, tossing her an affectionate smirk over his shoulder as he went. 

Logan raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun and headed straight for Veronica’s car. 

“Sedona’s one of the most beautiful places in the world,” Veronica called through the window. 

He snorted. “Arizona’s not part of the world.” 

“Are you kidding me? What about the grand freaking canyon?” 

Logan laughed, loud and bright, nearing the car door and reaching out for the door handle. 

“Psssst,” Veronica whispered behind him, and he turned to look, sure she was leaning half of the window, showing him a picture of the grand canyon and smiling triumphantly because she knew she had him. 

Veronica wasn’t at the window.   

Lilly Kane was standing at the street corner, shimmering, a  wicked smile on her lips. 

“Come here, lover boy,” Lilly commanded, and then she turned and slipped around the corner. 

Logan followed.

// 

“Look at this,” Veronica ran to the window, a picture of the grand canyon pulled up on her laptop. “Look at this and tell me Arizona’s not part of the world.”   

She leaned out the window, eager to demonstrate her being right and his being wrong, but the street was empty. She frowned, placing the laptop on the floor beside her, and stretched out on her tiptoes, craning her neck out the window and scanning for any sign of Logan. 

She knew he didn’t care about a seventy dollar ticket for street cleaning! Which could only mean that he had a surprise planned for her. 

Veronica smiled. 

The world blew up.

// 

The EMTs wrapped them both firmly in shock blankets and told them in no uncertain terms that they were to remain in the ambulance, which was kind of a relief, since Veronica’s nerves were shot to absolute hell and she could feel Logan pulsating next to her. 

The explosion had knocked her backwards, against the bed, and she’d thought-- 

Veronica reached over and squeezed Logan’s hand firmly, grounding herself on his touch. Nothing had happened to him. He was here and he was safe and nothing had happened. 

Logan knocked her gently with his shoulder, responding to the desperation in her touch. Then, tentatively, 

“You really....didn’t check the car after giving him a ride?” 

“What kind of detective do you take me for?” Veronica spat, wounded. “Of course I checked the car.”

Logan was still a moment, taking that in, and then he jerked next to her, scrambling to try and exit to ambulance, but Veronica gripped his arm tight. 

“Don’t,” Veronica urged. “Let’s worry about it later.” 

“Somebody tried to fucking kill you and you want me to worry about it later?”  

“Yes.” 

Logan looked her face over and relented, scooting back to sit next to her, his leg pressed up against hers, radiating his warmth and his life.

Veronica wiggled herself under his arm and laid her head against his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat and relaxing against the steadiness of his breathing. “Hey,” she said, remembering. “Where’d you go anyway? How’d you know to get away from the car?” 

Logan rubbed his palms together and shifted anxiously beside her. “I saw Lilly.” 

Veronica was silent. 

“What? Nothing about how therapy’s clearly a scam?” He raised his eyebrows at her. “I don’t even rate a you-see-dead-people joke?”

Veronica smiled and shook her head. “I used to see her all the time,” she confessed. “Lilly’s the one who stopped me from getting on that school bus.” 

Logan tried to laugh, shaky, and sagged against her with relief, pressing a fervent kiss at the top of her head. 

Veronica grabbed his hand and pressed a kiss quick into the palm of his hand. She could’ve lost him today. Would’ve lost him, forever, and never been able to get him back. Tears rushed her and she blinked hard trying to will them away. 

“I’ll try. The therapy thing. I’m not making any promises and I’m not saying it’ll work but,” her voice broke. “if it’s so important to you I’ll try. I’ll go.” 

Logan said nothing, just wrapped his arms tight around her and pulled her close against his chest, gently brushing her tears away. 

“I can’t believe I finally got off of Lilly’s shit list,” he joked, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, and then to her jawline, and then to her earlobe. 

Veronica shifted so that she could see his face —drink in the freckles smattering across his nose, the crinkles around his eyes, the dimples he got whenever he smiled, and that stupid. fucking. mouth.

She reached out and placed her hands gentle on either side of his face. “She must’ve known you were gonna be okay.”

Logan drew in a sharp, ragged breath and started to cry. 

“I love you so much,” Veronica told him, still holding his face so he couldn’t look away. “So much. And I know these past few months have been hard and I’m sorry, but I promise I’m gonna be better.” 

Logan let out a watery laugh. “You’re stealing my material, Mars.” 

Veronica surged up against him, kissing him frenzied and hungry and sweet. 

Logan responded in kind, his hands anchoring at her hips while she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and kissed every inch of exposed skin she could get to until she was breathless from it. 

“Just you wait until we’re out of this EMT van,” Veronica promised, nipping at his jaw. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”  

Logan grinned and kissed her soft on the tip of the nose. “Looking forward to it.”

“I can’t believe I almost lost you.”

Logan shook his head. “You’re never gonna lose me.”

“But I almost-“ 

“You know,” Logan cut her off. “a long time ago this pesky girl told me that everything was gonna be okay, that she could feel it.” 

Veronica rolled her eyes, jabbing him gently in the stomach with her elbow. She could almost remember the conversation, they were spinning in a hallway and Logan’s hands were warm and wide. 

“And was she right?” 

“The pesky girl? No, she was a total idiot.” 

“Logan!” she gasped, swatting at his arm, scandalized. 

He grinned down at her, fond and wholly unrepentant. “Yes,” he amended, swallowing his laughter. “She was right.” 

“Damn straight she was,” Veronica grumbled and then poked Logan hard in the chest before he could retort. “And no- I didn’t just call myself pesky.” 

“Whatever you say bobcat,” Logan preened and then kissed her, slow and sweet, melting like honey against her mouth.