Spoilers: Through end of S2
Author’s Note: Happy Birthday StoryDivaGirl!
If someone had told me a month ago that Logan Echolls would be driving me to the airport to spend a week in New York City with my dad, I would have laughed at them. Come to think of it, if someone had told me that yesterday, I still would have laughed. You’d think I’d be used to the way my life seems to turn on a dime, but sometimes I have trouble keeping up.
“I’m glad your dad is okay,” Logan says, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as we roll down the Pacific Coast Highway to the airport.
“So am I,” I reply, in what is probably the biggest understatement since "Houston, we have a problem."
Logan glances at me. “Are you going to tell him what happened last night?”
I know what he’s really asking. My dad already knows that Beaver… Cassidy… tried to kill me before jumping off the roof of the hotel. He also knows that Beaver blew up the plane and that Logan saved my life.
“I don’t think so,” I finally say. “There’s nothing he or anyone else can do about it and with everything else that’s happened…” I trail off with a sigh.
Logan reaches for my hand and squeezes it gently. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, and I know he’s apologizing for a myriad of things, some of them things I’m not sure I’m ready to deal with, so I just nod.
We drive in silence for a while, both lost in our thoughts. After a few miles, I look down and realize we’re still holding hands. “Logan?”
“What are we doing?”
He looks over at me with a crooked grin. “What do you want to do, Veronica? I told you how I feel about you.”
My eyebrow lifts seemingly of its own accord. “You were a little bit drunk that night,” I point out.
“And you should know by now that I’m at my most honest when I’ve been drinking,” he replies.
I can’t help but smile at that. “We need to work on that.”
“No, your drinking.”
Logan frowns. “I never pegged you for the nagging girlfriend type.”
“Well, I’ve never been involved in an epic love story,” I smirk.
He squeezes my hand again and we drive the rest of the way to the airport in comfortable silence. When we finally arrive, he parks, lets go of my hand and jumps out of the car to get my bags from the back, sitting them on the curb.
I look up at him for a moment and we smile at each other before I wrap my arms around his waist. He drops a kiss on my forehead. “Have a good time in New York,” he says.
“I’m sure I will,” I reply. “I’ll call you when I get back.”
“You better,” he says, hugging me tight for a few moments before pulling away and brushing my hair behind my ear.
“Try to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.”
Logan smirks. “I’ll do my best.” His thumb brushes across my cheek, and he leans in to kiss me.
Closing my eyes, I let myself enjoy the moment. He finally pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “I love you,” he whispers.
I open my eyes, swallowing hard. “I love you, too,” I whisper back, and he grins.
“See you soon,” Logan says, taking a step back from me.
“Yeah you will,” I reply, grabbing the handle of my bag and reluctantly turning away from him to head into the airport.
As the final boarding call for my flight sounded, I started to worry about my dad since he still wasn’t answering his phone. With a sigh, I dialed another number.
“Logan? Can you come back and pick me up?” I asked. Apparently we were going to see each other sooner than I thought.