crossoverfic | Not Veronica, Not Even a Little Bit; One Tree Hill/Veronica Mars; Logan/Peyton; PG-13

Title: Not Veronica, Not Even a Little Bit
Author:

rosie1234
Fandom: One Tree Hill/Veronica Mars
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 734
Ships: Logan/Peyton, Logan/Veronica
Spoilers: Veronica Mars Series

Summary: “If you put that on your freaking myspace (I have enough bitchy friends to do that), facebook, or what ever the hell they use now, you buddy are one dead rich-boy.”

Notes: I found this unfinished on a computer I rarely use and just had to finish it! :)
Disclaimer: Not Mine.

At first she reminded me of Veronica and that was a very bad thing, because we all know how that story ended, it wasn’t the happily-ever-after we had wanted.

But years later, when the world was bowing down to the worlds greatest music producer we finally got the end of our story and that wasn’t the one I had been hoping for, marriage and little Logan’s but an end to the epic love story that had once been all I had know.

(and she was the only one that got rid of the jerk, well sometimes he comes back swinging just for one last fight before he becomes the good boyfriend once again)

“Are you mad at me, Peyton?”

Just like all of the other times before this, it being a once a year need to punch someone moment, she was the one at the end of the day that was picking me up and cleaning my wounds.

(hell, you should see the other guy, he could barely walk)

“I should say yes, since you did beat the living crap out of some guy (who was making a pass at me, and everything with two legs), but since I’m used to it now, it’s kind of sexy. Wrong, so totally wrong but still sexy.”

Each year, counting down to the day the ring I’ve been currying since the start slips out of my pocket (hoping for bright and giggly yes), on this day only, we end up saying the same words, smiling the same smiles, and by the end of it giving the same kisses.

(can you guess which part is my favorite? Trust me it’s not the bloodshed)

“Now, Now, P. Sawyer don’t start saying things like that, you might find a line of beaten men at your door, and sexy me the only one who’s upright.”

“I wouldn’t complain a single bit, Logan, not a bit.”

-

Before she came striding into my life, all but ready to rock it to the moon and back, every blond head sent me the other way, and I would still be doing that if not for her.

(curls bouncing up and down as she said something equally smartmouthy back at me)

The mistakes in my love life, the broken hearts and broken bodies were trailing behind me and back then I had no idea all I needed was the right one to clear it all away.

“Take a picture it’ll last longer.”

I couldn’t tell you when I changed her mind, made her see the smart rather then the ass, but I think it happened the moment I took her picture on the steps of a school that would be our home for years to come.

Right then my fear of heartbreak, blond heads, and mouthy independent girls seemed to vanish and a bright future with one Peyton Sawyer took its place.

“If you put that on your freaking myspace (I have enough bitchy friends to do that), facebook, or what ever the hell they use now, you buddy are one dead rich-boy.”

Not even my own same brand of snark was going to make me regret this one single bit, and after all she was my soul mate in the art of being a smartass.

“Looks like someone didn’t take their happy pill today, but don’t worry P. Sawyer, I’d be happy to buy you one in the form of a coffee. What do you say?”

I waited for the sneer she had all but perfected over the week we had known each other, being in all the same classes made sure of that, and a few words that would make me go crawling back into my dateless hole.

“Fine, getting my caffeine buzz is better then bickering with you all day. But you’re buying, and absolutely not pictures, got that, Echolls?”

“Got it, Sawyer, just wait and see no one can hate Logan Echolls for very long.”