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07 April 2006 @ 03:54 pm
Fic: Are You Ready to Give Up Everything 8/9 - LoVe  
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)

Thank yous to moirariordan for being the best Beta in the world! :) What would I do without you!

Previous chapters:
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7


Chapter 8

A statue made out of stone was nothing compared to Veronica. She knew Greenblatt was about to shoot, to shoot her to be more specific, and most likely kill her in the process. She saw it in his eyes but she was paralyzed. In her entire life she’d never felt like this before. She’d always been a runner, avoiding problems was her specialty. But now, as she had every reason to run and hide, she couldn’t move. Logan’s scream echoed in her ears and she felt him rushing towards her.

Then, she heard a bullet being discharged and she knew, everything, her 18 year young life, could end here and now. She caught her breath as something sharp twisted in her gut. Slowly, she lowered her gaze, looking down her body, prepared to face a red flood of blood pouring out her body. With one hand she reached unbelievably to her stomach and felt her hot skin radiating through the fabric of her shirt.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing. No torn-away flesh, no shirt soaking up her blood. Just nothing. For a few seconds, she was confused. She was pretty certain that the feeling she had felt in her stomach was caused by a bullet, but eventually it was just the knot of incredible fear that pained her. But, if she wasn’t the one who got injured, who took the bullet?

“Logan,” she whispered, turning towards him. Again, fear crawled up her spine. Her eyes were wide open, searching for Logan’s gaze.

Concern was washed all over his features, mixed with pale skin and a heavy breath. Veronica reached for him and gripped his arm tightly. She felt him flinching as she said his name again.

Slighty, he turned his head towards her and their eyes locked; intense chocolate brown met her green/blue sparkled eyes. “Veronica, I’m…” his voice nearly broke away “I’m fine.”

It was then that they heard a sharp breath escaping Greenblatt’s mouth. They both jerked their heads in his direction, watching him swaying and reaching to a spot just above his belly button. The gun he’d been gripping so tightly loosened in his hand and dropped to the floor in front of him. Slowly, his whole corpus followed the motion. His knees connected with the wood, then his body fell, like in slow-motion, to the ground. Pain battled with anger on his face. Eventually, he gave in and the pain absorbed every fiber of his body.

Logan released a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding. Veronica was okay, he was okay, so who…

“Dad,” Veronica breathed as Logan felt her hand leaving his arm.

Just a few footsteps away from them, Keith Mars, saviour of the night and indeed cape-worthy, was standing on the footbridge. Slowly, he lowered his arm and consequently also his gun. The expression on his face was a mixture of shock, fear and relief. Finally, his lips curled up to a small smile “You know, I just thought to step by, say hello, shoot a bad guy and… well, I guess, that’s it.”

“Dad!” Veronica cried, leaving Logan’s side and closing the gap between her and their rescuer.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Keith grinned even wider as his daughter wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly and burying her head in his chest.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” she whispered into his shirt, not even thinking about letting go of him.

“Me too, sweetheart. Me too,” He answered in a smoothing voice, stroking her locks.

Logan was still standing on the deck and watched the little reunion scene played out in front of him. He loved the relationship Veronica and her dad had. Of course he would never admit it out loud, but he really loved it. In fact, he was a little jealous of how great they work together – the perfect father/daughter team. He never had a father who cared that much about him and he would have done nearly anything to feel just as half loved as Veronica must feel right now. But nope, there would definitely never be such fatherly love for him in Logan-land.

His gaze was still on them as he realized Keith’s head was no longer buried in the crook of Veronica’s neck. His eyes were on Logan, searching his. First, Logan didn’t know what to do. Should he say something? Should he just look away? Keith was most probably royally pissed at him for bringing his one and only daughter in a life-threatening situation like this. But then again, he’d never asked her to save him earlier that night. It wasn’t totally his fault. At least, that’s what his brain was telling him over and over again. Greenblatt would have tried to kill her anyway. So, maybe it was good how the scene had played out in the end. And after all, didn’t that night bring Veronica and him a little bit closer again? Making revelations about shit they would’ve never shared with each other under different circumstances. Logan wasn’t exactly happy about the progress of the night, but he was definitely thankful for finally having the talk they would have needed a couple of months ago.

Lost in thoughts, Logan realized he was still staring in Keith’s intense eyes. He was just about to draw his gaze away, as Keith smiled slightly and nodded in his direction. Unsure of his answer, he just returned the smile, shoved one hand in his pocket and moved slowly forward and towards them. As he passed Greenblatt he grabbed the gun and took it with him.

Reaching them, he witnessed Veronica pulling back from her father and disentangling her arms from Keith’s body. She released a heavy sigh and rubbed both of her palms over her eyes.

“Logan,” Keith said with a confident, strong tone. But before he could continue he was interrupted by Logan’s muffled voice.

“Mister Mars, I don’t know how to say this so that the endresult’s not you pushing me against a wall again, but I’m so sorry for…”

“Save it, Logan,” Keith cut him off.

“No, really, I just meant…”

“I said, save it, Logan,” Keith repeated, voice still strong, but then hesitated for a second. As he spoke again, his tone was much softer and there was no hint of irony lying underneath it. “Thank you.”

And now, Logan had to count this very exact moment to his other ‘being left speechless’ experiences. If the whole situation wouldn’t be so serious, he would have laughed out loud. He involved his daughter into a night adventure with the prospects of being killed or… being killed, and Keith thanked him? Were they in the Twilight Zone or something?

Keith must have noticed the puzzled look on the boy’s face and continued quickly. “I saw what you were trying to do, you know, when he was about to shoot Veronica. You were trying to protect her, no matter what. That was very heroic of you.”

For a few seconds, Logan had to process the compliment directed towards him. Keith Mars, the man, who never really wanted him around his daughter, never trusted him and thought that he was a killer, thanked him. Not to mention the little run-in they’d had in the apartment after he had lost his temper. Again, Logan wasn’t quite sure how to react. He always supposed, if there would be a situation like this, a decision about his life or Veronica’s, he wouldn’t even have to think about his choice. A long time ago, or at least it felt like it was a long time ago, he’d told her that all he wanted to do was protect her. It didn’t matter that they weren’t together anymore or that they weren’t even on a being friends level right now, but in his heart, he knew, he would always watch out for her.

These were the thoughts he wanted to say out loud. To tell Keith, and most importantly to tell Veronica, that he cared, that he would always care. But then again, he wouldn’t be Logan, famous for being snarky and sarcastic, if his comeback would be an emotional, heartbreaking confession. So, he chose the only possible way for his character.

“Or plain stupid,” Logan joked, trying to avoid Keith’s eyes. Yes, it was definitely easier for him to joke about serious stuff like this.

One look in Logan’s eyes and Keith could tell that his heart wasn’t in his answer. Now, after seeing Logan in an emergency situation like this, he knew he really would have done anything to protect Veronica. And most importantly, he would do it all again in a heartbeat. But, Keith also recognized Logan’s discomfort of being complimented and decided not to deepen the topic – at the moment, at least. So, he took the hint of the new direction of their conversation and just answered “Yeah, or that.”

They both looked at each other and nodded slightly. Logan even seemed to be a little shy as he ran his hand through his spiky hair and smiled remotely.

“But…” Keith went on, with a little sarcasm in his tone, “that doesn’t mean we’ll not talk about the other events either.”

Again, Logan nodded, lips set in a small line. He knew, Keith was not just referring to the incidents of this exact night.

Veronica had followed the little conversation between her father and Logan in silence. She, of course, didn’t fail to notice Logan’s heroic attempt to protect her and she definitely had to talk to him about it. But not here and not right now, and most definitely not in front of her father. Though, she didn’t really plan to do anything her father shouldn’t hear or see, but there were things on her mind, private stuff, just Logan was supposed to know.

Suddenly, a very familiar sound cut through the fresh air of the night. Sirens were rushing nearer.

Turning to her dad, Veronica gave him a questioning look. “So, you called Lamb, huh?” She shouldn’t be surprised, but she was. She didn’t expect her father to call Deputy… er… Sheriff Lamb.

“Me? Most definitely not. I mean, not that I don’t trust our absolutely one-hundred percent competent Sheriff’s department in Neptune,” he said with so much sarcasm in his voice that Veronica thought even Lamb wouldn’t fail to notice it. “But I thought we didn’t need authorities in this matter… well, at this point anyway.”

“Guess someone from the marina placed the call as they’d heard yelling and/or the gunshot.” Logan offered the answer to their question. “See, told ya the marina is well guarded.” He smirked, satisfied at Veronica.

“Yeah, seems to be this way. And when there is a call about a disturbance in the ‘oh so precious’ 09 neighbourhood, Lamb has no other choice than work it fast,” Veronica retorted as they watched four cars with blue lights hurrying into the parking lot.

“So, where’s Weevs?” Logan asked out of the blue and drew their attention back from the arriving sheriff. His hands were clenched to fists and his jaw was set tightly.

“He’s not here,” Keith answered casually, but knew exactly why Logan was asking for him.

“Uh, well, I figured that out all by myself since I couldn’t see him,” he returned curtly.

“Apparently, he decided to take matters in his own hands…” Keith’s voice trailed off, just to be interrupted by Logan.

“Oh, so now he’s getting is hands dirty, too? Hm, I guess, I just wasn’t worthy enough of his own appearance earlier tonight.”

“…so…” Keith continued, not even considering to offer an answer to Logan’s interruption. Though he would never admit it, but he understood Logan’s reaction just too well. “…he went after them alone.”

“Alone?” Veronica asked concerned, even before Logan could say anything else. “You let him go after them alone?” Sure, she was still pissed at Weevil, but she also didn’t want him to get seriously hurt or even killed.

“Well, first of all, I’m not his babysitter, Veronica. And secondly, I think he’s very capable of taking care of himself. You know, with all the mean biker attitude he has.” He made some air quotes and gave his daughter a small smile. Despite, he couldn’t erase the concern on her face. “Hey honey, if it makes you feel better, we…” But then, the words died in his throat because of the sudden movement he captured in the corners of his eyes.

For a second, all of them had forgotten about Greenblatt. He was shot, nearly passed out and disarmed by Logan. So, not really a big bad threat anymore, right?

Keith kicked his ass mentally for being so naïve and stupid. He had been sheriff, goddamn it, he should have known better than this. Bad boy gets shot, bad boy seems to be out of the picture, hero celebrates but suddenly, bad boy strikes again. And if not his long time sheriff’s experience had taught him that, then there were millions of action movies out there with just the same theme. Yes, it was very cliché-y but if it really happens to you, the cliché looks lesser than a cliché and more like a cold and disillusioning reality.

Seeing his daughter alive and unharmed, and hugging her senseless, made Keith forget about this little, but so important, fact.

With a pained face, Greenblatt lifted his arm again. Another, much smaller handgun, which he must have had stuffed away in a pocket, had appeared in his hand. How goody that the bad guys out there signed up for the ‘thinkers-club’ now and pack another weapon as a security net. You know, just in case they would fail the first time but preferred to exit the scene with a big showdown.

Greenblatt’s unspoken statement, that he was absolutely not content with the idea of leaving this world alone, was displayed all over his face.

Keith pushed Veronica out of the way, even before she saw what was going on. She stumbled sideways into Logan and both hit the ground hard, just in time, as Greenblatt fired.

This time, there was no silence and no breath-holding. No slow-motion or even racing minds. There was just the screaming pain crawling deep inside of Keith as the bullet connected with his flesh.

“Nooo!!” Veronica cried out loud, finally seeing what just has happened. She was still lying on top of Logan as another gunshot echoed through the night and Greenblatt slumped down on the deck, his head hitting the wood hard.

Veronica didn’t notice Lamb approaching them, holding his gun with that he’d shot Greenblatt. She didn’t see him checking for a pulse and telling another deputy that he was dead. She didn’t know how she had made her way to her father and didn’t feel Logan kneeling besides her, rubbing her back. Her absolute focus was on her father’s pained face. Tears were pressing hard against her eyes, demanding their way out, but Veronica pushed them back. Her small hands were tightly pressed on her father’s bleeding shoulder, preventing the blood from pouring out any further.

She didn’t hear another deputy coming over to them, announcing that the ambulance was already on its way and would be here any minute. She even didn’t hear Logan’s smoothing words whispered in her ear.

She knew, it was only a wounded shoulder – nothing lethal. But still, it was her father lying on the ground, struggling in pain. Again, he had saved her and got hurt in the process.

A deep sob escaped her mouth but the stare never left the blood-drenched hands on her father’s shoulder.

A/N: Well, there is only one more chapter coming! Is Keith going to be okay? What happened to Weevil? What’s in Duncan’s letter? And most importantly – will LoVe reunite? :D I know, you have the questions – and I have all the answers. So, stay tuned *g*

Chapter 9

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Mackenzieziebra on April 8th, 2006 05:14 am (UTC)
oh, the suspense!
Malloryruniechica on April 10th, 2006 01:21 am (UTC)
I don't think you could keep me from staying tuned!!! Great fic and great series!
die_of_laughter: Simplicity [Veronica]die_of_laughter on May 8th, 2006 10:08 pm (UTC)