Veronica Mars

Back Up for the stick they were playing fetch with on the beach. “What do you mean let it slide, we’re strangers, and besides, I want to believe him. I believe him,” She continued with more conviction, “If he has a reason I can’t know… so be it.” Watching Veronica chase the loosed stick, Veronica smoothed wind-blown hair behind her ears. “Besides, he sort of accidentally on-purpose inspired me to start writing again. It’s not like a don’t have savings, and I really have always talked about writing a real book.” Since she was a kid, Veronica wrote stories, on and off, encouraged by her dad endlessly, but she’d never kept her pen to the paper long…

again,” Veronica…

Celie slipped into Mr. Cunnington’s classroom, tip-toed while hugging the wall, and glided towards Mr. Cunnington’s “executive” desk at the back right corner of the rectangular room. She paused, then crouched her petite figure behind the cool metal surface of the desk and leaned against the rugged wall that might’ve been white once upon a time, and sighed. It wasn’t everyday Celie made it this far, the trek across the room was fatal to anyone that arrived late. By now, Celie may have already…

Rod stood by the vehicle door, staring at Cole, which at most times would have made the agent uncomfortable or impatient and drawn a retort from his partner, however Cole hardly even noticed. Valentina's voice had brought back memories and even as he taunted her in good humour, the man's mind was racing, running through all the possibilities for the call. Was it a set-up, a joke, was she simply taunting him with the possibility of Curic, or was she really that desperate that she needed his help.…

Veronica climbed into the big bed, jeans off, and pulled the big, soft blanket to her chin. The lights were soft in Logan’s room, she’d never noticed that before. The rest of the world was this harsh, unforgivable place, lighting up her weak spots with hot, bright lights, but there, Veronica almost felt safe. She smiled to herself in his bed; she’d confronted her best friend’s killer there, she shook her head. But that was how she was, that was who she was- what had Logan said? The bravest…

*In The Mountains* Allen sat up with Bryce and Logan as everyone else turned in for the night, he had so many unanswered questions that he needed closure on. After his girlfriend had turned out to be evil he couldn’t be to sure. “So” he started, fiddling with a piece of string in his hands “where are your mentors?” he asked. “Lost him in a fire in Baltimore after the Larks crashed our safe house” Logan answered with a sad smile “Lonnie picked me up from there, its how I found out Ellie was…

Erin knocked on the door, using her other hand to fix Logan's hair from the wind. "Erin!" Bonnie screamed, opening the door, "And of course, Mr. Logan Roberts." "Nice to see you, mom. Sorry about the accent, it's slipping," Erin remarked, as she realized her southern accent was being replaced by a Midwestern one. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Granger," Logan snuck in. "Come on in, y'all. We're all just talking," Bonnie said, and the two entered. ------ "So how do you like my parents?" Erin asked, as…

“Bond-villain you,” Veronica sighed, looking anywhere but near him. “Spray paint on my car, nasty notes in my locker, calling me things to my face and not my face, oh, the flat tires, the dedicated social outcasting, when does that Logan come back? I’m not- I’m not that stupid, that we’re just gonna start saying hi to each other in the hall, having casual sleep-overs, and then that you is gonna-” Veronica exhaled an exhausted, shaky breath, and ran her hair behind her ears. “Gonna what?”…

commotion. Still naked from their first night of union, Joth peaked outside the leather tent flap. “What did we miss?” he remarked. Rinka pulled him back inside. “Can’t the war wait a few more minutes?” she teased. “I like to have you inside me once again.” Joth returned a loving smile and then threw his tunic over his head. “Oh, how I’d like that but I think something really important is happening.” She shook her head and returned the smile. “Oh, go ahead,” she sighed.…

"Ow." Clark Kent grunted as he tried to lift a fence rail. "Hey, Chloe, what brings you all the way out here?" Chloe Sullivan leaned against the fence and studied him carefully. In the twilight, he looked as big and strong as ever, but his face was drawn with exhaustion. Odd, she thought. Pete had said he'd faceplanted during math class, too. Ordinarily Clark seemed to have limitless energy, but today he seemed drained, somehow. "I needed to talk," she said quietly. "You have a minute?" "I…