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Fic: Dead Girls Know Best - inthevast
Title: Dead Girls Know Best
Author: InTheVAST
Pairing/Character: Logan/Veronica, one sided Duncan/Veronica, some Duncan/Meg, and a hint of Lilly/Veronica
Word Count: 4500
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It was a few hours past midnight on October 31st. And nothing spelled Halloween to Logan more than his dead ex-girlfriend sitting in the living room of his casa, bitching at him.
Spoilers: AU post most 1.22...
Although a few things that happened on the show before that are also AU, such as Beaver didn't rape Veronica, and Meg and Duncan weren't morons and used a condom, so Meg isn't pregnant.
Warnings: Sexing, foul language ;)
Disclaimer: I own nothing other then lots of college loans.
Author's Note: 1. Written for the “Incognito” challenge at vm_library. Special thanks to my boyfriend for being my alcohol expert, and helping me figure out the costumes for everyone. And super special thanks to taken_with_you who made a fic out of a bunch of jumbled words two nights in a row. She is my comma Goddess!




“What? Do you need someone else to accuse of murder?” Logan smiled cruelly and Veronica couldn’t help but notice his tongue running under his vampire fangs. “As fun as that was last time, I’m going to avoid the cock-teasing and back-stabbing this time around, m'kay? Now get the fuck out!”

“No. I’m not going to leave until you hear me out.” Her voice trembled, but she remained defiant. He wasn’t going to run her off this time, not with this strange courage running through her veins.

He looked at her like a man possessed. Veronica’s breath caught when she watched him rise off of the bed, his cape trailing behind him, the muscles of his bare chest tightening as he moved. Veronica tried to back up but the door pressed into her back resolutely, offering no illusion of escape.

“I don’t want to hear any more of your lies,” Logan said, deadly quiet, mere inches between them.

“So do you want to hear something true?” she pleaded desperately. His large hands unfolded around her shoulders and she knew she had to say something. She had to tell him the truth.

*******************24 Hours Earlier*********************


It was an hour before midnight on October 31st, and nothing spelled Halloween to Logan more than his dead ex-girlfriend sitting in the living room of casa, bitching at him.

“You’re such a jackass, Logan,” Lilly said, flopping on the couch as she sighed dramatically at the ceiling. “Why don’t you just give Veronica a call already?”

“Fuck you.” The vodka burned down in his stomach as he tipped his head back, gulping down the liquid, throat convulsing. “Why are you here, anyway? Shouldn’t your soul be, I don’t know, rotting in hell? Where it belongs?”

“That’s mean,” Lilly snorted, sounding almost hurt. Then she smiled winningly at Logan. “Look, I know you’re still mad at the whole I-slept-with-your-dad thing…”

Logan responded by curling his fingers around the neck of the bottle and bringing it up to his mouth for another long swig.

“But I was young and naïve, okay?”

“You? Hahaha… ha.” He laughed in the fakest, nastiest way possible. But there was just one problem with his mockery. Lilly had been naïve. She thought she was so fucking fabulous that she could just fuck (over) career-obsessed movie stars, never mind that it was her own boyfriend’s abusive father. That took a very special kind of naivety indeed.

Logan allowed himself to really look at Lilly for the first time since her spirit had appeared to him some ten minutes before. The blood-splattered, dead-eyed Pep Squad Lilly of old had been replaced by this glowing apparition sometime during the summer—presumably after Neptune’s own Nancy Drew solved the case. And this Lilly, Ghost 2.0, well, she had a sadistic penchant for showing up for his darker moments to tell him what he was doing wrong.

Stop being such a dick to Veronica. Stop screwing around with Dick and Beav all the time. Stop drinking like your mother, you fuckface. Damn, it really sucked having a dead ex-girlfriend as a conscience. It sucked even worse that he couldn’t even sober up enough to make her hurt like she had hurt him. Make her feel the scars belted across his back, the bruises that were gone, but somehow still there. He had only let one person—other than his mother—get close enough to feel that, and look where that had gotten him.

As if reading his thoughts, Lilly’s big blue eyes blinked sympathetically. “I am really sorry, Logan. You should have told me what a bastard he was.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Spare me the bullshit. Just tell me what the fuck you want.”

“Veronica…” Lilly began and Logan squeezed his eyes tight to block out the image that came to him, unbidden. The memory of a beautiful, small blonde with fierce, and wounded eyes, the color of the churning sea. It was the memory of the girl he most desperately wanted to shut out, even more than the one sitting with him now. He made another move for the glass bottle sitting on the living room table.

“She needs you, Logan,” Lilly advised him seriously, a tone she had never matched with all seriousness when she’d been amongst the living.

“She has Duncan,” Logan said curtly, too curtly. He reached for the bottle again, but his vision blurred, and he halted. He was finally smashed enough to pass out.

“She isn’t in love with the Donu-”

“Shut up,” he snapped, giving her a look of warning that dared to be challenged. When Lilly’s lying mouth closed obediently, he forced himself off the love seat and glared at her as she glimmered ethereally in his vision. What a bitch. He weaved as his bare feet padded towards the stairs. He was done with Lilly’s bullshit for the night.

Had he looked over his shoulder, he would have seen Lilly watching his retreat, a slew of emotions flashing on her doll-like features: worry, concern, confusion, and then a devious smile.
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Veronica woke up feeling a little strange. After spending half the night helping her dad with a case, she had been exhausted, and collapsed as soon as she got back to the apartment. She had been having problems sleeping lately, so it was nice to slip into slumber unhindered. But sometime during her nap, she had a strange dream—maybe that was why she felt flushed and different. In her dream, Lilly had been hovering over Veronica’s bed and smiling, all golden and beautiful as her pink lips lowered to Veronica’s own parting mouth. But then Veronica had woken up.

Her body felt warmer than usual as she pushed her covers back and kicked her legs out of bed. It was how she usually woke up, but there was something a little abnormal about this… Her body was moving of its own accord.

She flexed her fingers and they wiggled just like they were supposed to.

“I’m really going crazy,” Veronica murmured. "Lack of sleep. Gets 'em every time." She looked up at the clock above her bed. Damn, it's already 9 p.m. Veronica groaned. In a moment of weakness several days before, Veronica promised Duncan that she would accompany him to Logan's Halloween party—strictly as friends, of course. Logan had been ignoring her since the end of May, so the evening might become awkward, but at least she would get a chance to see him, and see how he was doing. Totally worth putting up with Duncan following her around with puppy dog eyes and dealing with all of the obnoxious '09ers she hated.

It was strange how much a few months had changed her feelings for Duncan Kane. He had been the one at her door that night, and as much as she wanted to clear the air with him, she longed to see Logan standing there much more. Duncan had claimed that he still loved her that night, his greatest wish had been that somehow the issue of their paternity could be sorted out so that they could be together again.

It was a little too much for her, with her father in the hospital, and fear for Logan twisting like barb wire around her heart. Duncan had given her the time she needed to sort out her feelings, but Veronica found that her feelings had long been sorted. It was Logan that she spent sleepless nights thinking about, her stomach twisting into painful knots as she pictured his chiseled features, and his sensually curved lips.

Logan was M.I.A. after Weevil and the P.C.H.ers had met him on the Coronado Bridge. Veronica had grilled Weevil about it and found out that one of his men had told him about Aaron Echolls being arrested for the murder of Lilly. It had been all over the radio that night, and Logan had been the last to know. Weevil told her that he had actually ended up feeling sorry for “the white boy”. Weevil even talked him off the bridge.

She'd heard through the grapevine that Logan had holed himself up in the Echolls mansion for the remainder of the summer, leaving only to buy more liquor and attend the occasional '09er rager. She had driven by his house dozens of times on hot summer nights, but she hadn’t tried to get past the gates. After all, what exactly do you say to the boy you accused of murder anyway?

Veronica brushed her hair absentmindedly as she thought of Logan. If only he would talk to her. He had gone out of his way to avoid her at school, and the only times she had seen him, Duncan had been escorting her to her next class. He wouldn't even look at her.

Duncan would be calling any minute know, asking her when she wanted to meet. Veronica went to her closet to find her jacket. There was no way she felt up to wearing a costume this year. If Lilly were alive, there was no doubt she and Veronica would have shopped for their costumes months before. Lilly would never let Veronica get away with not dressing up. Halloween was one of her favorite holidays too, but Veronica just wasn’t feeling quite spirited enough this year. The strange feeling had returned to her limbs, and suddenly, of its own volition, her arm was lifting, reaching to the very back of her closet. Veronica’s mouth dropped in horror as she realized her fingers had closed around a long-forgotten designer clothing bag in the back of her closet. No way, no fucking way…


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“Damn Ronnie! You look smooookin’!” Dick yelled when he flung open the front door. Behind him, Logan's Halloween party was in full swing. She was relieved to see that all the Aaron Echolls memorabilia had been removed from the walls and the shelves of the living room. Now if she could only figure out what the fuck was wrong with her, why she was wearing this costume, and bright red lipstick, of all things. Why her hair had been curled, and expertly coiffed, in a style which she had never worn before.

Dick leered, and Veronica's hand twitched with the urge to slap him. He was dressed in faded blue jeans and a tee-shirt that said “This is my Costume”. Beaver was behind him, staring at her also, smiling shyly. The younger boy's face was painted grey and his lips were smeared with blood. He was wearing an old suit caked in mud.

“Nice zombie costume, Cassidy,” Veronica said smiling back, both of them ignoring Dick's ogling.

“Thanks,” Beaver said, his timid smile breaking into a grin. “I like yours too.”

Veronica laughed uneasily. “Yeah, I really don’t know what came over me.”

“Whatever it was... mmm, mmm, mmm,” Dick crowed, licking his lips lasciviously. “Can I get you a drink?”

Veronica rolled her eyes and looked again at Cassidy. “Have you seen Logan?”

Beaver shrugged. “He’s around here somewhere.”

“Well, I’m going to go look for him,” Veronica called over her shoulder as she disappeared into the crowd of party-goers.

Veronica surveyed the room, her eyes mechanically sweeping over bleached blond heads and exposed tanned skin. Veronica searched every body and costume for signs of Logan, but with no luck. Instead Duncan clanked towards her, a cup held somewhat awkwardly in each mesh-covered palm.

“Let me guess… Don Quixote?” she teased as he neared her.

“I was going for more of a general valiant knight in shining armor, not so much one who just has illusions of greatness and fights windmills,” Duncan told her as his blue eyes traveled up and down her body.

“You look amazing. What about you? Are you supposed to be a sailor?” he asked her, leaning forward as if he wanted to kiss her. She smiled and turned her head so his wet lips landed on her cheek instead.

“Thanks Duncan. Actually, I’m supposed to be a pin-up girl,” she said, almost shyly, glancing up at him. “Lilly bought it for me for Logan’s Halloween party two years ago—I just never got a chance to wear it-speaking of which, have you seen Logan?”

Duncan’s boyish face fell at the mention of Veronica's ex-boyfriend, his former friend. “He’s probably getting wasted somewhere.”

Veronica sighed, knowing Duncan was probably right. Still, she had to try.

“I need to find him,” she said resolutely. “I need to talk to him."

Veronica let out a deep breath when she could no longer hold in what she had wanted to tell Duncan all summer. Here it comes.

“And... I can’t date you, Duncan. I’m sorry.” The words spilled out in a rush, it was everything she wanted to say but in the completely worst way she could have ever done it. What had come over her? She looked around the party for a way out, a way to smooth things over. “I’m not who you want to be here with anyway.”

Duncan looked at her incredulously. “You’re not?”

She gave him a pointed look, and then gave her best discreet nod in the direction of a far more angelic blonde. The person that Duncan had been searching for all along. They both turned and looked as Meg's wings and halo didn't seem to be deterring Dick at all.

“Meg looks like she could really use a knight in shining armor right about now,” Veronica said slyly.

Duncan sighed, but a smile played on his lips. “You’re right Veronica.” He took his plastic cups and began to clank his way over to his ex girl-friend.

Veronica watched with a soft smile as Duncan went to Meg, proffered drink in hand. Unlike the night of the 80’s dance, it didn’t hurt at all when Meg smiled brightly at Duncan's approach. Gone was the need to run crying to her LeBaron as Veronica watched Duncan hesitantly return Meg's smile.

It was like Veronica had gone full circle, only she was still unfortunate enough to be wearing uncomfortable underwear. But even so, she felt as invincible and as strong as she'd felt in a long time, possibly since she and Lilly had been paired in their gruesome twosome. For the first time this whole summer and fall, she finally felt like she could face Logan, to talk to him without giving up, without accepting defeat for what she had done. But first she had to find him, before this feeling faded.

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“You’re throwing the party of the year and you’re hiding in your room? Why?” Veronica asked him from the doorway, her arms crossed. It made the sheer white fabric of her shirt pull taut across her breasts. Logan honestly couldn’t help how that made his mouth a little dry. What was worse were the tiny red shorts she wore, revealing what appeared to be very soft, ivory skin. The air he breathed crackled with energy as he looked at her in her pin-up costume. At that instant, he didn’t know what he wanted more, to scream at her, ask her how the hell she could have ever thought that he could hurt Lilly, or rip her costume off and hold her down to fuck her.

Either way he should have had the foresight to know that Tinkerbitch would find him, and he should have had a definite plan of escape. He wondered briefly how she had managed to ditch Duncan. But he already knew that with Veronica, if there was a will, there was a way. She was just ruthless like that.

He smirked at her confident expression, as he thought of appropriate ways to bring her down a few pegs.

“I’m waiting for someone, take a number,” he retorted viciously, sitting on the bed. He smoothed the expensive sheets beneath him as he pretended not to see her crestfallen face. Payback shouldn't hurt him this much.

Logan watched through narrowed eyes as her slim hand snaked to the door knob behind her and twisted the lock. Her confidence—her sense of entitlement—only served to piss him off more.

“What? Do you need someone else to accuse of murder?” he asked, grinning at her manically, the desire to lash out riding him. “As fun as that was last time, I’m going to avoid the cock-teasing and back-stabbing this time around m‘kay? Now, get the fuck out!”

Veronica seemed stunned by his either his words, or the venom behind them, but she just shook her head and didn't move from her spot against the door.

“There's no way I'm going to leave until you hear me out.” Her voice was unsteady, but her resolve was strong. They both knew she wasn’t going to budge.

He was just going to have to forcibly remove her. If only Logan were less impulsive, he would have seen that would only be dangerous to his fraught self control.

“I don’t want to hear anymore of your lies,” he said as he got off of his bed, and crossed the room in seconds. He saw how Veronica pressed backwards against the door she stood against--her chest heaving, her face flushed. God, he wanted her.

“So do you want to hear something true?” Her tone was pleading and desperate, bordering on tears as his hands unfolded around her shoulders trying to get her out of the way. He needed to find the doorknob before he gave in to her, before she destroyed him, but she beat him to the punch.

“If you had actually murdered Lilly, it would have destroyed me! I had to turn you in, and I’m sorry that I did. But I went through hell to prove that it wasn’t you!”

Veronica’s small shoulders wracked beneath his hands with emotion. Her eyes met his, and he was stunned again by the painful beauty in them, blue-silver eyes that could cut him like razors with their tears. Logan was speechless, compelled beyond his control to continue to listen to her. She sobbed into her hands, as if this confession and this honesty tearing out of her was more then she could bear.

“Aaron... he hit me. He put me in a freezer and he lit it on fire. And even as scared as I was, I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if my dad wasn't able to save me in time. All I could think about was what if I didn't get the chance to tell Logan...to tell you…”

Her words broke him.

“Stop, stop, stop, please,” Logan breathed, his arms wrapping around her, holding her close. She trembled in his embrace as his lips found the salty trail of tears on her face, kissing them away but savoring the taste. Veronica’s arms slipped around his neck and suddenly her tongue was teasing his mouth open. Without thinking, he was pushing her hard against the door, all coherent, sane thought dying. Her body molding into his was the only reality he needed.

When she pushed him backwards towards the bed, he could only pull her down with him. He was pressing kisses up and down her throat, lightly pressing his teeth into the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. Veronica responded with a breathy moan that went straight down his spine to his cock like an electric current. As their mouths met again and again in bruising kisses, he was dimly aware of how her hands were mapping his chest, running up and down his ribcage, fingers nimbly removing his cape before settling on the waistband of his pants.

“Wait, wait…” Logan groaned, wanting nothing more than to be out of the tight confining leather of his pants, but afraid they were moving too fast. Veronica disobediently popped the button anyway, and he bit his lip hard when he heard the rasp of his zipper.

“God, are you sure?” He pulled her hands away so she could focus on his face. Her flushed face returned the stare openly.

“You are so beautiful," she panted into his mouth, her hands slipping under his pants and fingers lightly brushing against the length of his erection.

Trust Veronica Mars to steal his lines.

"I need to know." Logan insisted, gathering every little bit of willpower inside of himself to halt her hand in its maddening quest.

"Logan, I want this more than I've ever wanted anything." He looked into her eyes for confirmation and was blown away by the lucid honesty, the love reflecting back at him.

So her words weren't exactly a cure-all, but Logan was a firm (very firm at the moment) believer in working with what he was given. She must love him, she had to, or she wouldn't have come to him tonight, like this. She wouldn't have looked at him like that. He vowed to drag the actual words out of her in very fun ways later, but for now he was going to focus all of his energy on giving Veronica all of the pleasure she could stand. He reluctantly separated himself from her warmth to pull her top off, hands reveling in the touch of her supple skin. She arched off the bed into his touch. Logan grinned wickedly, holding down her squirming hips, his mouth sliding down the slope of her neck to the curves of her breasts, which were practically spilling out of her bra and into his mouth. Expertly, he undid the clasp and slid the straps down her arms, fingers tracing goose bumps in their wake.

His mouth latched onto her right breast, tasting and teasing the pink tip of her nipple. Veronica’s hands were again bravely forging a path down his pants, and he arched into her hand, sucking hard on her breast at her tentative touch.

“Logan… oh your teeth,” she groaned.

He flinched. “Fuck. Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she smiled shyly.

She was going to be the death of him. He kissed her breasts for what felt like forever before slowly undressing her, fingers grappling with the side buttons on her bright red shorts before finally just tearing them off.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” Logan responded in order to pacify her indignant expression. He released his hold on her breasts to kiss her mouth, swallowing any retort she might have had. His hands were also moving low, feeling the satin warmth of her panties. His fingers teased her through the fabric, feeling the wetness that was pooling there, kissing her deeply.

She wiggled, raising her hips to meet the tips of his fingers. Her breasts crushed against his chest. Seeing that as a good sign, Logan pressed his fingers more firmly there, gently, but firmly, rubbing them against her heat. She retaliated by fisting his cock inside of his pants, starting an up and down rhythm. Veronica suddenly stopped after several seconds of sweet torture, and before he could ask why, or ask her if she wanted to stop, he realized what had happened. She was tugging on the waist band of his leather pants, and his hands joined her in their removal, and then in the discarding of them by the side of the bed.

The power to think faded from Logan’s mind as Veronica’s fingers ran up and down the underside of his cock. Growling incoherently, he grabbed her underwear and slid them down her legs, stroking her thighs with his rough palms. She kicked the offending material off. Logan’s hand went again to the wet juncture between her legs, rubbing in time to the movements of her own hand, watching her eyes flutter shut.

“That feels too good,” she told him, breathless and beautiful.

“How’s this?” Logan asked, teasingly, tongue tracing her lips while sliding a single finger down her pussy and then slowly sinking it inside of her. Her eyes rolled back as he curved his finger and then added another one, as gently as possible. He rocked them in and out of her, glowing with pleasure when she told him how much she loved it.

There was so many things he had wanted to do to her, but he couldn’t bear it anymore, not now, knowing what she felt like. He would go insane. Veronica seemed to read his mind.

“Condom?” she asked, squeezing his cock.

Trying not to bite his tongue clean off, Logan reached into the drawer of his bedside table and searched for one of the bright red squares he knew was in there somewhere. He held one up triumphantly when he found it.

Veronica smirked, snatching it from him and he laughed, but it died in his throat when her teeth clamped on the edge of the shiny packaging, ripping it open. Much too quickly, and yet, much too slowly, she was sliding the rubber down his cock, and then crawling on to his lap. Too shocked to respond, his eyes widened as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock, immersing him inch by inch in clenching heat.

“Veroniiiiiiiiica,” he moaned in incredulity.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t wait anymore,” she gasped, moving her hips gently over the first few inches, against the slight resistance, before sliding all the way down, flush against him. Then she raised her hips again experimentally, then lowered herself on him again.

His whole body strained with the effort of keeping the rhythm slow and steady, letting her set the pace. She was panting in his ear, her thumbs digging into his shoulder blades. That, combined with the tight, wet feel of her, was sensory overload. Logan reached between their warm bodies, finding her clit, flicking his fingers against it with purpose on every down stroke of her body on his.

It was over too soon. Suddenly she was crying out his name, and he was bending her over, driving himself into her, biting hard on her neck as the world exploded. Months of bottled emotions were released like a cork, spilling out as he told her he loved her again and again, until it was just a soft whisper against her heart as they slept.
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Lilly always knew Veronica had potential. All she needed was a little bit of Lilly's own fabulousness to bring it out. Halloween had been the perfect time to slip into Veronica's skin and get her to do all the things she knew her best friend secretly wanted but was afraid to do on her own.

Lilly smiled fondly at her beautiful friends, curled up together on the bed as she floated above. After all, what would they do without her?

However, the best part of course, was the hot show she got.