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Took twenty for a VM season cap gen blurb, Logan POV. It could use a beta if anyone was bored and in the mood. Could also use a little less misery, probably.
Truth as He Knows It
Logan feels weightless on the bridge, ready to spin off into the air like a flyer for last’s week’s party. All the heaviness in his chest has fallen away into the air over the bay, like his mother, like his memories of Lilly. Like Veronica Mars, who for a time made him want to carry his own load and maybe help with someone else’s too.
He hears Weevil talking to him, but he can’t really care at all, except that there is someone at least to watch him dance on the wind when the time comes. Funnily enough, (and everything seems a little funny right now), he’d have been off the bridge by now if the boys in black hadn’t arrived. Weevil is a real man, unlike his father, unlike Duncan who he still loves, and he’s a little glad he isn’t maudlin over his losses because he somehow wants Weevil to see him go down laughing.
So he grins, which Logan knows looks funny on his face (because his father always showed him family pictures and explained that Logan’s real smile wasn’t photogenic). Weevil’s face is a pale streak, only dark eyes standing out in the yellow light on the bridge. All Weevil’s gang is a black shadow around him, formless bulk to enhance its leader’s presence. He isn’t laughing, as he reaches into his jacket for something that glitters.
And Logan thinks it is a gun, or a knife, and plans to jump before he has to give up his end to anybody else, but it is a pen. A pink pen that somebody like Weevil would never carry. Turns out, in about five minutes of crazy explanations and words that he actually hears this time, that Weevil has found the letter that he wrote to Lilly, and knows that Logan was telling the truth, blown alibi or not. So things are a little different, and then again, they are not. Because he still feels the wind lifting him off his feet, and wants to go with it.
Duncan (who he still loves) killed Lilly, Veronica is cold and uncaring, and the world isn’t worth the trouble. His mother knew it, and he knows it. His father is too much a part of the world to care.
Weevil’s phone rings. A quick look at the caller ID and Weevil answers it, holding out a hand as if he is going to help Logan off the bridge, or maybe ask him to wait on that jump until he finishes this really important call, which strikes Logan as extremely funny. So he does wait, hoping for a good punchline.
“Oh shit,” says Weevil, eyes huge and dark, hand still outstretched. “Fuck me running.”
He sits abruptly down on his motorcycle, and looks up at Logan. “He’s right here. Hang on. Hey man, it’s V. She’s got something that maybe you should hear. It’s about Lilly.”
And doesn’t that just make it all worth his while, getting a last phone call from the girl who just kicked him into his final corner. But the “L” word is magic, so he takes the damn cell, still laughing. Funnier yet, his own phone starts ringing at the same time.
Things change, but the bridge isn’t going anywhere. So he doesn’t jump tonight. There is always tomorrow.
Truth as He Knows It
Logan feels weightless on the bridge, ready to spin off into the air like a flyer for last’s week’s party. All the heaviness in his chest has fallen away into the air over the bay, like his mother, like his memories of Lilly. Like Veronica Mars, who for a time made him want to carry his own load and maybe help with someone else’s too.
He hears Weevil talking to him, but he can’t really care at all, except that there is someone at least to watch him dance on the wind when the time comes. Funnily enough, (and everything seems a little funny right now), he’d have been off the bridge by now if the boys in black hadn’t arrived. Weevil is a real man, unlike his father, unlike Duncan who he still loves, and he’s a little glad he isn’t maudlin over his losses because he somehow wants Weevil to see him go down laughing.
So he grins, which Logan knows looks funny on his face (because his father always showed him family pictures and explained that Logan’s real smile wasn’t photogenic). Weevil’s face is a pale streak, only dark eyes standing out in the yellow light on the bridge. All Weevil’s gang is a black shadow around him, formless bulk to enhance its leader’s presence. He isn’t laughing, as he reaches into his jacket for something that glitters.
And Logan thinks it is a gun, or a knife, and plans to jump before he has to give up his end to anybody else, but it is a pen. A pink pen that somebody like Weevil would never carry. Turns out, in about five minutes of crazy explanations and words that he actually hears this time, that Weevil has found the letter that he wrote to Lilly, and knows that Logan was telling the truth, blown alibi or not. So things are a little different, and then again, they are not. Because he still feels the wind lifting him off his feet, and wants to go with it.
Duncan (who he still loves) killed Lilly, Veronica is cold and uncaring, and the world isn’t worth the trouble. His mother knew it, and he knows it. His father is too much a part of the world to care.
Weevil’s phone rings. A quick look at the caller ID and Weevil answers it, holding out a hand as if he is going to help Logan off the bridge, or maybe ask him to wait on that jump until he finishes this really important call, which strikes Logan as extremely funny. So he does wait, hoping for a good punchline.
“Oh shit,” says Weevil, eyes huge and dark, hand still outstretched. “Fuck me running.”
He sits abruptly down on his motorcycle, and looks up at Logan. “He’s right here. Hang on. Hey man, it’s V. She’s got something that maybe you should hear. It’s about Lilly.”
And doesn’t that just make it all worth his while, getting a last phone call from the girl who just kicked him into his final corner. But the “L” word is magic, so he takes the damn cell, still laughing. Funnier yet, his own phone starts ringing at the same time.
Things change, but the bridge isn’t going anywhere. So he doesn’t jump tonight. There is always tomorrow.
