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20 February 2006 @ 08:05 pm
Fic: Are You Ready to Give Up Everything - Chap. 7  
Title: Are You Ready to Give Up Everything
Author: tinkabell007
Rating: R (just to be safe for language)
Pairing: LoVe
Summary: Set during Logan’s kidnapping scene in 2.08. What if someone came for his rescue? But that’s just the beginning of a night full of life-threatening danger
Disclaimer: RT, you’re the man…everything belongs to him.
Spoilers: Up to Ahoy Mateys (2.08)



And a huge THANK YOU goes out there to moirariordan!! :)

A/N: Guys, I’m so sorry about the delay! I had some trouble figuring out this chapter and had a hard time getting the dialog right. As always, thank you that you all stick with this story and give me so wonderful reviews! It’s all for you!!

Previous chapters:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6



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Chapter 7

They’d thought that they would be safe on Logan’s yacht, far away from any danger. But now they could see how naïve that thought had been. Veronica stared at the threat in front of them. She didn’t recognize the man, but according to Logan’s puzzled look and disbelieving question, she was pretty certain that he’d met him before. She stepped closer to Logan, her elbow slightly meeting his arm. One look at his chocolate-brown eyes and his tense stance and she knew that the stranger was a big threat - and of course the fact that he was aiming a gun at her was also a helpful clue. What was it with her and guns these days anyway?

“Finally we meet, Miss Mars. I heard a lot of things about you. Well, not really nice things, but, you know, you can’t be everyone’s darling,” The man sneered. With two steps he was on the boat. “Get over there.” He gestured to the right corner “The both of you.”

They did as ordered, never letting him out of sight. Logan grabbed Veronica’s hand and squeezed it softly. It was his way of trying to comfort her. Although Veronica had tried to maintain her composure, he didn’t fail to notice the concern lurking behind her mask.

“Should I know you? I mean, you seem to know me so well and I don’t even have a name. A little rude, don’t you think?” Veronica tried to give the stranger her perkiest smile and challenged him with her eyes, raising her eyebrows.

The man accepted her dare and stared back, smiling. But he didn’t say anything.

“Meet Mister Harvey Greenblatt,” Logan replied dryly, glaring at the man. But as Veronica didn’t respond, he added “My dad’s former agent.”

“Oh” was the only sound that escaped her mouth. Okay, she needed to digest the new information. Aaron Echolls’ former agent was here, trying to what? Kill her? Kill Logan? Or, worst case scenario, to kill the both of them? Her mind was racing with questions. In the end, was the answer to all the events of the last months really that simple? Was Aaron Echolls still after her and this was his way of eliminating a witness? But she couldn't finish her thoughts as the man spoke again.

“Yeah, that’s right, the operative word is ‘former’. Since you, you little bitch,” he gestured with his gun towards Veronica, “sent my best client to prison.”

“Hey!” Logan yelled and let go of Veronica’s hand. He tried to close the gap between him and Greenblatt but stopped dead in his tracks as he caught his gaze. He knew the look Aaron had always given him right before he had taught him another ‘lesson of behaviour’(how Aaron had labelled his actions) Logan was used to cold and crazy eyes. But Greenblatt’s ice-cold hatred even topped Aaron’s outbursts.

“Uhm, if I were you, Logan, I wouldn’t try anything. I mean, you don’t wanna be responsible for the death of that little birdie over there, right?”

“Man, what’s wrong with you?” Logan was full of anger. The urge to smack Aaron’s former agent’s head into the wall nearly became unbearable. He gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists.

“What’s wrong with me?” Greenblatt echoed Logan’s question playfully. “You should ask Blondie here what’s wrong with her! I mean, when you send a bus over a cliff, you suppose that the person you want to kill with it is actually on the fucking bus.” His features shifted from amusement to anger. “But no, seems like our kitty here has seven lives.”

Veronica gasped at his words. Suddenly, her knees were weak and threatened to betray her. But she refused to give in and focused all her willpower on forming the next question without a shaking voice. “So, the bus crash was really meant for me?” She caught her breath and feared the answer she already knew.

“Of course.” The corners of his mouth curled up as he saw her fighting for composure. “What? You think I wanted to kill Santa with that?” He pushed her even further. “Such a tragedy to lose all those innocent students and good members of the society. It’s really a shame.” He licked his lips and waited for her to respond.

It was one thing to suppose that the bus crash was meant for her. But if you have the absolute certainty that other people just died because of you, because they were in the wrong place at wrong time, it was a whole difference. Veronica’s throat closed up and tears pricked her eyes, but she shook it off. She had to focus, they had to make it through that night. But did she even deserve to go on living? Now with the sureness that other lives were destroyed just because of her? Anger crept up her body at the silliness of her thoughts. It wasn’t her fault that someone had tried to kill her and she was definitely not responsible for his craziness. ‘You can deal with your guilty feelings later, Veronica. Now, focus!’ She reminded herself mentally. ‘Don’t give in – never give in.’

She clenched her fingers and continued. “So, Aaron Echolls has instructed you to finish up his dirty work?” She asked, avoiding his eyes.

“Well, no. Not exactly. Haven’t spoken to this little piece of shit within months,” Greenblatt answered. “You have to know, when your client is charged with murder and attempted murder, it’s kinda hard to book jobs for him,” He said sarcastically. “And the fact that he had fucked my wife while I was on business trips didn’t encourage me to meet with him again much either.”

“Oh, we feel for you, buddy,” Logan snapped back. His focus was still on the gun and his mind was working on a plan to disarm the bastard. But so far, his brain refused to work with him on their escape.

“Shut up, you ungrateful son of a bitch!” Greenblatt yelled. “You had everything. But no, instead of being thankful, you’ve preferred to organise fights and tried to corrupt your dad’s reputation on a regular basis. You always loved to jeopardize his public status.”

“Well, I guess, he destroyed his fine reputation all by himself, when he’d fucked and killed my girlfriend and then tried to kill another girlfriend of mine.” Logan’s eyes sparkled with anger. Memories of Lilly flashed through his mind – her smile, her laughter, her cracked up skull. No, there was no way he would let Greenblatt get to him so easily. Not when Veronica’s life was at stakes.

“No one was supposed to find out. Ever! We’d planned everything. There was no way that this would ever go public.”

Logan’s jaw practically fell to the floor.“What?” He asked, gasping.

“But no, your little slut just couldn't stop searching for the truth. Do you have any idea how much you have screwed up my life?” His gaze wandered back to Veronica.

“I screwed up your life? You’ve tried to cover up a murder.” She yelled back at him, still taken aback by the knowledge that he’d known about Aaron killing Lilly.

Greenblatt ignored her objection and continued. “Aaron was my best client .Without him, there is not much left for me in the biz. And that’s all your fault.”

“Your best client?” Logan chuckled and scratched his forehead with his thumb. “I have a newsflash for you. In case you haven’t noticed, Aaron backed out of the movie-biz even before the truth ever went public.”

“Oh Logan. As always, you had no idea what was going on right under your nose.” He shook his head, smiling. “You really think that the great Aaron Echolls could just step out of the glamorous Hollywood spotlight?” He challenged him with a knowing look. “The plan was that he would stay at home for a little while, but then return like a phoenix from the flames. Bigger and better than before – no longer an action hero, but a serious actor. A heartbroken, but devoted dad, still grieving over his wife’s death.” He spat the last words at Logan. “We would have owned everyone. We would have been unbeatable and the studios would have thrown their checks without even asking at us.”

Logan chuckled again, shaking his head. “So that’s what this is about? Money?” He laid emphasis on the last word. “Oh, I can give you money.” Maybe this was their way out of this situation. Maybe money was everything Greenblatt really wanted. Maybe…

“See, Logan, that’s the problem with you. You think money can change everything, don’t you? Just throw a bundle of dollars around yourself and all problems disappear into nothing. Didn’t help you much with your little murder case, did it?”

Disbelief was displayed on Logan’s features. His eyebrows went up to his hairline. “You’re the one who framed me for the murder?”

Greenblatt grinned devilishly. “Unfortunately… no. But I really enjoyed watching the whole hustle and bustle about your person. Finally you received the ultimate punishment you deserved.” He gave him a satisfied smile. “I, however, was left with nothing. Money is not the cure for everything. It doesn't buy back trust, nor reputation. All I want now is revenge.” His eyes were back on Veronica. “Revenge for everything I’ve lost because of you.”

Veronica didn’t respond. She snuck a glance at Logan before returning her attention to the threat in front of them. She had noticed her bag just lying a few inches away from their feet. If only she could reach for her weapon. Right now, they needed time to form a plan.

“So, you see, Logan, money won’t save your girl’s life.”

“Sorry, that’s not an option.” He snapped back.

“But see,” Greenblatt answered playfully, pointing at the gun in his hand. “I beg to differ.”

“Stop it!” Veronica intervened, knowing that they had to be very careful by pushing his buttons. Because, annoying a crazy person with a gun? Never good. “So what? You just kill me and get your revenge?” Her voice was calm, as she took one step towards him. “Or is taping dead rats under school bus seats and recruiting mechanics a hobby of yours?”

Logan shot her a nervous glance, but remained silent. His first impulse was to grab her and pull her back to his side. But then again, he remembered her. Veronica never did anything without a purpose. So, what was she trying to do? Then, his gaze fell on her messenger bag, just lying a few inches away. ‘The gun,’ Logan thought. But he was too far away to reach for it without Greenblatt noticing it.

“Sorry, honey, I don’t know anything about a dead rat, but yes, Curly was indeed a big aid in this matter.”

“Sure.” Veronica crossed her arms over her chest. “You admit that you’ve tried to kill me but you claim that you know nothing about taping a dead rat under the seats? Oh, Greenpeace would be so proud of you.”

Greenblatt gave her a bittersweet smile. Suddenly, cold calculability replaced amusement in his eyes. He straightened his arm, finger placed firmly on the trigger, ready to shoot. “Logan, say goodbye to your sweetheart.”

“No!” Logan screamed desperately as he tried to throw himself between Veronica and the enemy.

But was he fast enough? Could he save Veronica one more time? Could he return the favor of her rescuing him the night earlier or was she also doomed to die? Just like Lilly, just like his mother. Every woman, in his entire life, that he had ever loved had left him forever. Would Veronica fall into line and prove his painful curse?

Logan could feel time slow.

A bullet cut through the darkness of the night – sharp and ready to slice through human flesh, through human bones. Ready to kill someone – anyone.

It hit its target.

A forcedly silence encompassed them. A silence so loud, so full of unspoken words and racing minds, pounding hearts and abandoned hope. A glimpse of a second that could change the world forever. Like the infamous, single swing of a butterfly that could shatter the world into pieces.

And then, the blood started to pour.

TBC

A/N2: Yeah, I know, another cliffy. Sorry about that, but isn’t it so much more fun this way? No? Okay, well, maybe not. More good stuff is coming up, so stay tuned and please, let me know what you think :)


Chapter 8
 
 
 
Marionfaith_mars on February 20th, 2006 10:56 pm (UTC)
Oh my goodness. You brought up Grennblatt! I can't believe it. That's brilliant. But the cliffy at that moment? How can you do this to me. Do you really think, that I can sleep tonight? *gg* Great job. Amazing. Please hurry otherwise I ... I I don't want to think about that, so hurry *gg*
die_of_laughterdie_of_laughter on February 21st, 2006 12:42 am (UTC)
so this was definatly awesome, and you need to update like really soon!
Lalala623 on February 21st, 2006 08:51 am (UTC)
OH wow....that last part was just so powerful..I love this story!
rubie_so_horubie_so_ho on February 21st, 2006 02:46 pm (UTC)
I can't wait to read more! Post again soon! This was awesome :)
im2cool4love on February 22nd, 2006 12:46 am (UTC)
NO!! AHHHH!! Update Soon!! Please I need to know what happened!!!!!!!!!!
(Anonymous) on March 5th, 2006 02:33 pm (UTC)
The Cliffy's not too scary considering I have absolute faith in Keith... love love love, wish VD was over so they could have already been romancing on the boat!
Marionfaith_mars on March 6th, 2006 02:43 pm (UTC)
Just want to let you know that I'm still having sleeping problems. Are you happy now? *gg* Just, kidding. BUT: When do we get the next chapter? :hugz:
tinkabell007: trusttinkabell007 on March 8th, 2006 12:43 am (UTC)
Awww, sweetie, I don't wanna be responsible for your sleeping problems! (only Logan or Lamb... or, you know, both of them, should give you hard times sleeping lol ) Anyways, according my internet-less time the last two days, I nearly finished the next chapter *g*
(Anonymous) on May 9th, 2006 07:15 am (UTC)
I love this story! It's full of suspence and intrigue.

But was he fast enough? Could he save Veronica one more time?
I love that line,it's very 1960's Batman! I can hardly wait for the rest!