WIP: Let LoVe Win... Part 11 of ? (Logan/Veronica)

Title: Let LoVe Win
Author: Tiesha
Pairing/Character: Veronica/Logan, Ensemble
Word Count: 1,020
Rating: PG-13
Summary: My take on season 2. There is something major going down in Neptune and it is up to Veronica, Logan, and Wallace to bring it down.
Spoilers/Warnings: Through 2x01, it is pretty AU after that. But just to be safe, I will say whatever we have seen so far in the show is up in the air.
A/N: I have been writing this and other fics for a while, but this is my first time posting on LJ.



Previous Chapters



“So, what do you plan on doing, Mars? Keeping me here forever? I am the Sheriff, people will kinda start to miss me.” Lamb pointed out.

“You can’t go back to Neptune right now. They would surely kill you. But, you are right. If you go missing, they will start to be suspicious.” Veronica said.

“Maybe we should fake his death.” Logan suggested, not really knowing how they would actually do that but he had been sitting there for the past hour listening to Lamb and Veronica talk. He was starting to miss the sound of his own voice.

“Wow, that won’t tip them off if two teenagers go into town, without a body nonetheless, and start telling anyone I am dead. Tell me, ‘he who is full of great ideas’, how do I die? Am I eaten by sharks?” Lamb snarked, complete with an eye-roll at Logan.

Walking towards him, picking up a candlestick on the way, Logan said, “How about bludgeoned to death by one of those teenagers?” From his tone of voice, and the threatening look in his eyes, anyone could see that he was more than willing to carry out that task.

“Logan” Veronica warned. She turned towards Lamb, “What about a vacation? Do you have any vacation time coming?”

Lamb thought for a minute. “Yeah, that can be arranged. Saks has been listening to me whining about taking a vacation for months now.” Shooting Logan a pointed look, he continued, “Now, THAT would be believable.”

“Oh, being knocked out by me isn’t believable? Don’t forget how we got you here.” Logan smirked.

“Boys, please. We have more important things to worry about than you two participating in a pissing contest.” Veronica sighed heavily, not understanding the male ego. “Okay, so Lamb, you call Saks and you decided to take that vacation. In the meanwhile, Logan and I will have to continue to look for something to bring down Woody and his band of cohorts.”

“Veronica, be careful. It isn’t going to be easy. Woody is adamant about his whole world, or Neptune, domination thing.”

“I don’t understand it. There are plenty of bigger, more political places for a power-hungry, control freak like Woody. Why Neptune?” Logan was pacing back and forwards after Lamb had conveyed the plan behind The Oracles. There was nothing complex or extraordinary; just good old fashion greed.

“Neptune is the perfect place. It’s not so huge that it would contact the attention of the FBI, but still big enough to maintain a certain amount of power. Out of all of the small towns in SoCal, Neptune has the most influential and rich families living here.” Veronica answered, grasping the full affect of what Lamb was telling them.

“Exactly.” Lamb confirmed.

“I don’t see how we can stop them, if they have the type of power behind them that you described.”

“The FBI thinks that what we need is that smoking gun, something that is sure fire of what they have been up too.” By this time, because he was cooperating, they had untied Lamb. Being very cautious, he continues to look out of the window, making sure that no one had followed the teenagers to the Echolls’ cabin in the wooded area of Coronado.

“What, the gun used to killed my mother?” Logan asked.

“No, we need something more. The murder of your mother is bad enough, but we need something that will get them on a bigger scale. Something that implicate them on all of their crimes.” Lamb stated.

“Where do we get something like that? From what I understand, they are pretty secretive. We could hardly find anything in Lynn’s things that would even connect her to them. I don’t think that they will have a log of all of their evil.” Veronica stated.

“Actually, their may be something like that available..” Lamb admitted.

Both Logan and Veronica turn to him at his admission. The last thing that they thought was that they would make it that easy for them. They knew it had to be a catch.

“Woody is very anal about order and organization.” Lamb continued. “I think it comes from his wife, who is a bigger control freak than he is. He keeps a manifesto of all of his activities, thoughts, everything right down to the minute. He is behind everything that The Oracles does so he would have documented everything that they did.”

Logan seemed to perk up at that information. He was desperate to bring justice to his mother’s killers, and would be willing to do anything to do it. “How do we get our hands on this manifesto? Where does he keeps it?”

Lamb lowered his head and turned back towards the window. “I don’t know.” he stated, inflating the teens’ enthusiasm. Just like Logan, Veronica had gotten her hopes up about the manifesto also. She desperately wanted to find justice for Logan, Doug, and the kids on the bus. “He doesn’t disclose that to anyone. He guards it like it is the Holy Grail or something.”

“Then, why the hell would you tell us about it? Just thought it was fun to get our hopes up and then pull the rug out from under it.” Logan said in his signature jackass tone.

“Look, boy, I was just offering some information. I never said that it was going to be easy. You and your girlfriend is the ones who acts as if you have all the plans, kidnapping people and everything. Just dig down in your bag of tricks….”

“Don’t you ‘boy’ me. We were trying to save your little, red neck, you backwoods son of a….”

“LOGAN! Lamb, please. Now isn’t the time for that.” She let out another deep breath, feeling the beginning of a major headache occurring. “Lamb, what else do you know.”

“I already told you everything.”

The air quickly left Logan as if he was disappointed once again. “So, basically we are back to square one.”

“Maybe not.” Veronica said, a single finger placed on lips that were turning upwards into a conniving smile. She had a plan.