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veronica_mars ([personal profile] veronica_mars) wrote2005-05-16 04:25 pm

pretty soon you'll be able to remember her

It turns out that answers are overrated when they come at the price of one father's near-demise in a heroic effort to save his only daughter, one current(?) boyfriend's complete loss of confidence in girlfriend as a direct result of girlfriend's loss of confidence in boyfriend, and one former-boyfriend-slash-almost-brother's sanity, which is already hanging by a thread. Throw in a near death experience at the hands of the more current boyfriend's psychotic-actor-father, and you'd be amazed at how quickly you find yourself longing for the blissful ignorance of "Abel Koontz did it."

Funny that all these things can happen within a twenty-four hour period and it's still impossible to get a decent night's sleep. Between the dreams (Lilly, Lillies, Me) and the knocking, and the tossing and the turning, my blankets are lying in a rumbled heap at the foot of my bed and my pillows are a lumpy mess a few feet a way. Even after I open my eyes the knocking continues, and it eventually occurs to me that somebody's at the door. It's still dark, so I can't imagine who it might be -- but it's no use pretending that I'm surprised.

After what happened today with Mr. Echolls (and even that failed to properly shock me, though it did a stellar job of scaring me to my almost-death) there are very few things that are going to provide a jolt to my system -- least of all a middle of the night visitor on easily the most traumatic evening of my life.

I grab a sweatshirt from the back of my chair and slip it over my head to cover the bruises on my arms and shoulders. Even if it's Wallace (it's probably Wallace) I don't feel like showing off my battle scars. Not yet. I'd rather wait for them to fade.

As I walk into the hallway, Backup trots to stand beside my ankles. I pause and glance down at him, surprised that he started barking yet. "I'll let you off this time, but characteristically, you're supposed to be making some noise." He looks at me disdainfully and presses his wet nose into my palm. There's another rap at the door and Backup growls; I shake my head and smile. "Good dog."

He keeps pace with me as I approach the doorway and I open the door without peeking through the curtains. And there, standing in front of me, is Logan Echolls. Boyfriend or ex-thereof, and I can't help the warmth that spreads through me. "I hoped it was you," I say, and I realize that it's true. I hoped it was him.