Ok, two posts in 2 hours..there's really something going on here LOL
Fact is that I just stumbled upon this fic I wrote a few years ago. It's a little Christmas drabble and it was my Secret Santa gift for angst_driven over @ vm_santa (you shold check the comm) back in 2007 ;)

So here. I wanted to post this fic on my LJ for agaes and I finally got my ass to do it :D
Here it is. LoVe WILL rule the world. <3


Title: Wishing on a Star
Author: Ellie (freezing_82 )
Characters: some good old friends. Basically an OFC plus mentions of Veronica, Logan and Weevil.
Pairing: Logan/Veronica, what else?!
Rating: PG. Just a couple mentions of the F word.
Word count: 1300 more or less
Warnings/Spoilers: Little fluffy future fic. That’s it. Spoilers through the whole series.
Summary: Christmas mornings have always been a blast for Caroline so far, so why should this year be different?
A/N: This is one of my very few attempts to English fic ever, and part of the final gift for the amazing angst_driven  (she writes really amazing stuff, y'all!).
Un-betaed, so all mistakes (I'm sure a lot) are only mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I really wish I own Logan, but unfortunately I don't ;D


She was enchanted by the shimmering red and golden lights chasing each other in a perpetual run up to the top of the Christmas tree. Caroline really put great efforts in decorating the house this year more than ever cause she was finally tall enough to climb on the fireplace base and put a couple more decorations on her own. The ones she made at school.
Still, something was missing.

As the never tiring, genetically stubborn, little girl she was, everything had to be perfect. From the decorations and the wreaths hanging on the front and back door, to the exact position of the presents under the tree. Everything had to be under control. Her only and exclusive control.
She didn't really know why sometimes, in the middle of one of her random Christmas spirit outbursts, her father kept on staring at her smirkling, shaking his head.

Now he was leaning against the kitchen door, silently watching her trying to steady a little angel hanging from one of the highest branches.
“Need some help there, smartypants?” he asked, amused.
Caroline was panting and moaning in discomfort cause she couldn't reach high enough to grab the angel but only touch it with her fingertips, and jumping wasn't an option unless destroying a whole morning of work was worth the risk.

“I'm six years old, dad!” she sounded affronted. “I'm a big girl now” she added rolling her eyes “I don't need you to watch over me anymore.”
“'Course you are, honey.” he smiled sweetly. “I'm just worried that we might not be finished with the tree in time for dinner if you go on like this.” And he was approaching, hands in the pockets of his jeans.
“I will!” Caroline protested finally turning to glare at her father with the arm still raised, a glimpse of warning in her beautiful hazel eyes.
“Oh, come on Lynn. Don't you want your brother to see the tree all done before he goes to bed?”
“Like he could see a thing.” she was rolling her eyes again. “He's not even born yet!”
“But I can hear you perfectly fine Caroline Echolls and I don't like your tone!” Her mother's voice came from the kitchen. Logan was still smiling when he took her daughter in his arms lifting her up, ignoring her protests.

“You know the drill honey, mum's super busy, let's try and don't get her mad, ok?” he said kissing her lightly on the cheek. “Now, let's fix that little friend, shall we?”
When the piece of feathers and cotton was finally in place and the pout disappeared from Caroline's lips she finally allowed herself to hug her dad.
“That's my girl!” Logan chuckled putting her on her feet again.
“I let you help me just 'cause I was tired. I could have done it all by myself.” but they both knew it was just an act.
Now Logan was laughing, heading back to the kitchen, muttering something like 'like mother, like daughter'.

Looking puzzled back at him, in situations like that, was the only reaction Caroline could manage.

Her mother wasn't exactly the Grinch, but she wasn't that much into decorating either. As a matter of fact it was her father who collected all the boxes with lights and decorations from the garage every year to help her, but it was also tradition for her mom to put the glittering golden star on the top of the Christmas tree. When Caroline was still a baby girl, her mom used to hold her while putting the star on its place and tell her that the star was the guiding light, warm and safe.

The Star was still missing though, and Caroline was on the edge of tears now.

“And where is it, then? You promised dad!” she sniffled, exausted a few minutes of intensive crying later.
“I know, baby, I did and I'm sure it'll be here anytime soon” was the only answer he could give her. After all, that was what Veronica said.
“But we can't have lunch until my tree isn't done! And it's not!” she sit on the floor, right under the tree. “Mum!!” she looked up.
Veronica was now standing near the fireplace, and Logan was hugging her from behind, a hand tenderly around her shoulders, the other resting on her 7th-months large belly.
“We'll make it in time, I promise.”
“O-ok” Caroline sniffled again.
“Yeah well, I won't use that word if I were you” Logan whispered in Veronica's ear “I told you it wasn't a great idea to begin with”.
She turned to face him. “Oh please don't go there again, Logan. It's Christmas, could we just agree it's for the best?” and she smiled encouragingly.
“Just because it's you.” he stated kissing her on the lips with a loud smack. “Because you're very pregnant” another kiss “and still fucking sexy” he breathed, his lips a few inches from hers again.
“Logan!” it was a warning. Caroline was still sitting at their feet, but Veronica was smiling broadly.
Logan had barely the time to pull her into his arms when the bell rang. “Saved by the bell” he grinned.
“'Coming!!” shouted Caroline standing up and running towards the door.
“Lynn, wait up for dad!” Veronica said to the girl. She was holding Logan's hands in her own, drawing patterns with her thumbs on his palms. “I'm going to change for lunch, be nice ok?”
“I'm always nice, that's why you love me so much”. Oh he could be so smug!


Caroline was at the door, a hand on the knob, but was waiting for her dad.
When she had his silent permission to open the door the first thing she saw was a big, glittering silver star gently rocking back and forth before her eyes.
“Hey there goldylocks!” came a voice she immediately knew.
“Uncle Weevil!! You found her!! I was worried! Thanks!” she was pratically jumping up and down with excitement.
“Hey baby, why don't you take this upstairs to mum?” Logan suggested gently stroking her long blond hair.
“Yes!!!” was her only word and it was muffled from her footsteps on the wooden floor.
“Logan.” Weevil was unsure to what to expect, coming for Christmas lunch, but at least Logan wasn't waiting for him with a gun or a baseball bat, so maybe they would be cool for the day.
“Weevil.” Logan wasn't that much into talking, but he stepped aside to let Weevil in.
“You know, just for the record, I can't stand you.Those days back when you tried to kill me and your buddies were playing russian roulette with my hand are far from forgotten, but it's Christmas and Veronica makes me so happy that I'm feeling ok with this whole crazy idea of you coming for lunch and all.” he was waving his hand theatrically.

Weevil saw that coming. He knew they'll never be friends and somehow he was ok with the idea. Veronica was happy, loved and they were living proof that two very damaged kids could make the best out of their lives, if they really wanted things to work. Despite all.
“Yeah man, I can see that now.”
“Cool. Ok, so..what's your poison?”
“You're offering me booze? On your own free will? Must be my lucky day.” Weevil seemed really surprised.
“Hey! I'm a gentleman, after all. Plus, you made my baby girl smile so..I think I owe you at least a drink. Uhm..a lunch...maybe even a round of poker” and he was smirkling again leading the way to the living room.

***

Caroline was playing with her new Barbie doll, later after lunch, watching her dad and some friends playing cards and she really didn't understand why adults sometimes acted like complete fools. But, there's was one thing she was completely sure of. The Star was shining from its place on top of the tree, and Christmas mornings were going to be her favourite days ever!


fin.

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