FIC: Can't Let You Go (10/?) by isle_girl (veronica)

Disclaimer: I don't own Logan (aww). I don't own Veronica. I don't own any part of VM. If I did, I'd be, you know, rich and stuff. Alas, I am not. VM and all characters are the property of the UPN/CW and Rob Thomas. Don't sue me please, it'd be much appreciated.

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Part 10
"Sibling Rivalry"
October 11, 2012

"Surprise!"

Veronica's mouth fell open as she stared at Trina who stood smack dab in the middle of her doorstep. "Trina," Veronica started, bewilderment in her voice. "What--" She shook her head. "What're you doing here?"

The grin on Trina's face widened. "Silly girl. You're about to marry my baby brother. It wouldn't be right if your new sister-in-law didn't throw you a bachelorette party." She lifted the bottle of wine and glasses at her side with a grin.

Veronica's eyebrow rose. "Sorry, I can't drink." She pointed to her chest. "Still breastfeeding."

Trina simply shrugged. "That just means more for me," her grin widened. "You gonna let me in or what . . . sis."

Veronica internally sighed as she stepped to the side. It's not that she didn't like Trina - but the thought of entertaining her right now was tiring to say the least. "Trina, I appreciate you coming over, but it's not much of a party. Everyone I know is at Charlie's."

A frown crossed her face as she walked towards the living room. "Right. The mysterious big brother. I hear he's all chummy with Logan, but I haven't even met him yet."

"Well," Veronica started, following her in, "you haven't been back to Neptune in years. That could be why."

She shrugged. "He could have flown to New York."

Veronica simply raised an eyebrow in return.

"Whatev," she shrugged. "The important thing is that - yay! The party can start."

"Party? Trina it's--"

Trina rolled her eyes. "Look if Logan can have a bachelor party, it's only right that you have a bachelorette party."

"One - Logan's not having a bachelor party. Two - there's only two of us," Veronica told her.

"Logan's with his friends tonight, right?" She didn't wait for a response. "And besides," she grinned again, "I've partied with fewer. But, we could always call Mac and have her join us," she conceded.

Veronica was tempted. Anything to have another buffer between her and Trina. But . . . "Mac just got back from San Diego today," she sighed. "She's exhausted and she's probably already in bed. So I think we can pass on that idea."

Trina shrugged nonplussed. "Just means more liquor for us."

"For you," Veronica corrected her.

"Yep," she grinned.

"Ok," Veronica sighed softly. "So do you want to meet your niece first?" she asked her with a smile.

"Yeah!" she cheered and set the bottle and glasses down. "Let's see cute little Emma."

"Ava."

"Right," she nodded.

Veronica led her to the nursery where Ava was awake staring up at the mobile above her crib.

"Aww, she's adorable."

Veronica smiled. "Yeah, she is. Do you want to hold her?"

Trina's nose crinkled. "Um, no, maybe later. Cashmere, you know," she told her pointing to her sweater. "Don't want to get baby . . . stuff all over it."

"Yeah," Veronica sighed.

Trina patted Ava's belly instead. "She's precious," she told her. "Let's drink, huh?"

"Sure," she sighed. "I'm not much of a late-nighter anymore," she warned.

"That's ok. I'll have a couple for you." Trina smiled as they entered the living room again and began to pour herself a glass of wine. "So," Trina started. "You and baby brother - who would of guessed, huh?"

Veronica simply smiled. "I guess it was bound to happen," she told her. "Especially after Ava."

"Yeah. If I ever got knocked up I'd probably want to marry the baby daddy too." She downed half of her wine. "So why's everyone so in love with Charlie?"

Veronica's mouth quirked up into a smile at her obvious curiosity. "He's a great guy," Veronica told her softly. "He's really been there for Logan."

"I don't see the biggie. He's never called me."

"Have you called him?" Veronica questioned.

Trina simply ignored the question.

"How's everything going with you, Trina? How's New York treating you?"

"Oh, you know," she sighed dramatically. "Busy, busy, busy. I'm still waiting for that perfect part to come along."

Veronica simply watched her waiting for her to continue, but nothing ever came.

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"As much as you're wishing it, this isn't a bachelor party, Dick. It's just our regular poker night," Logan smirked, setting the chip holder on the table.

"Poker night on pre-Dooms Day you mean."

"Dude, I'm already married, tomorrow's just a technicality," he told him with a laugh. "And if I recall correctly, this was all your idea to begin with."

"Me?" he grunted. "Point at Charlie if you're gonna point fingers. He was the one that agreed with you to make it legal. I just said you might as well throw a big bash if that was the case."

"Same thing," Logan informed him.

"I still think you should have hired a stripper."

Logan snorted loudly. "Dude, if you want to see a stripper, it's not gonna be here," he told him.

Dick frowned. "Do we at least have liquor or is that not allowed either?"

"Don't be a dick," Weevil told him from behind his shoulder.

"Man, come on!" Dick sighed in frustration. "That is the lamest comeback ever. Every freakin' time."

"I still think it's funny," Weevil smirked.

"Whatever," Dick frowned again. "Where's the beer?" he mumbled as he headed towards the kitchen.

Charlie sat at the table and the others followed suit. "Ok, boys, Texas hold 'em is the game," he announced, as he dealt out the poker chips. Dick made his way back to the table, four beers in his hands and passed them out to the other guys.

"So what's Veronica up to tonight?" Charlie asked Logan, shuffling the cards in front of him.

"She didn't want to do anything," Logan shrugged. "She just wanted to stay at home with the kid."

Dick couldn't help but grin at the mention of his soon to be goddaughter. "How's little ALE doing?"

"It's Ava, dude."

"Hey, you're the one that named her after beer."

Weevil chuckled as he took a pull of his beer. "Yo, we gonna get this game started or what?"

"You ready to lose your money so early?" Dick asked with a grin.

"Please. Who kicked whose ass last time?"

"That was a fluke."

"Right," Weevil snorted.

"So Mac's not with Veronica?" Charlie asked curiously, bypassing Dick and Weevil's bickering.

"Veronica told her to stay home and get some rest," Dick chimed in. "She just got back from San Diego a few hours ago." All eyes turned to him. "What?" Dick asked anxiously. "So I talked to Mac earlier. That against the law or something?"

"I thought the two of you--" Weevil began, but Dick stuck his hand out in protest before he could finish his thought.

"We're not going there," Dick simply told him.

"Huh," Logan murmured curiously.

"What?" Dick asked defensively.

"You--"

"You guys are boring me over here," Weevil sighed interrupting what Logan was about to say.

"Which is why a stripper would have been such a great idea," Dick sighed.

"We can hire you if you're that desperate," Logan grinned.

"Be the best dance you've ever had," Dick retorted.

"I'd like to keep my beer down so I'll pass thanks," Logan laughed.

"You'd love it and you know it," Dick grinned.

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"So sunset beach ceremony," Trina commented, pouring herself another glass of wine. "Very quaint."

"We thought it'd be nice," Veronica shrugged. "The whole thing is going to be really informal. People can get here when they want and we'll be out there on the beach all afternoon. And when the sun starts to set, we'll have the ceremony."

"Cute," she grinned. "Very OC."

"Shut up, Trina," she couldn't help but laugh.

She shrugged clearly amused. "I'm happy for you both," she finally told her honestly. "You make baby brother happy and that's all that matters, right?"

Veronica's eyebrows rose at her sudden seriousness. "Thanks, Trina," she answered softly.

Trina stared into her glass of wine as if she were in her own world.

"You still here?" Veronica nudged her softly with her foot.

"Hmm?" she answered.

Veronica watched her soon to be sister-in-law carefully. There was no question that the girl she briefly knew a few years ago had changed. She and Logan had visited her once or twice since they had been together, so she was far from an expert on all things Trina. She frowned slightly at that thought. In some ways, Trina was on the out when it came to the Echolls clan. She knew Logan like the back of her and she had Charlie figured out in almost the same manner. But Trina . . . Trina was a different person each time she talked to her. Redefining herself as her life in that moment dictated. Happy, bitchy, teasing, on and on. And tonight -- tonight she seemed . . . lonely.

"You ok?" Veronica asked her softly.

She smiled at her then, the corners of her eyes crinkling in amusement. "Yeah. Why?"

"You . . ." She debated with herself quickly. "You just look down. Everything ok?"

Her smile faltered for a moment. "I'm fine," she answered.

Call it her new found mommy instinct, but she knew that she was lying. She let her sit for a minute. Again it seemed as if Trina was lost in her own world.

"How's it really going, Trina?" Veronica asked her quietly.

She knew Trina and Logan kept in contact through sporadic emails and phone calls. And the last time Logan heard from her, she had asked him to wire her some money so she could pay her rent. Logan had sent her the cash, no questions asked. And he mentioned to Veronica that he was worried that she had gotten into trouble with another abusive boyfriend.

Trina downed the rest of her wine in one gulp. "It could be going better," she finally answered honestly. "I thought moving to the east coast would change my luck, but it didn't happen."

"You could always move back to Neptune."

"So I can ride on my baby brother's coat tails?" she sighed, crinkling her nose in distaste. "It's not like he needs me. He's got Charlie 'I'm so awesome' Stone in his corner."

Veronica shook her head at her. "Trina, you know Logan loves you. He could have a thousand people in his corner, but he'd still want you there front and center. You're his sister and yeah, Charlie's his brother . . . but he's your brother too."

"I'm his adopted sister. Not the real thing like Charlie."

Veronica simply frowned at her. "Logan doesn't look at it like that. And I'm sure once you get to know Charlie too, you'll want to spend more time with him."

Trina simply shrugged in return and poured herself another glass of wine.

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"So those are some nice bags under your eyes," Dick pointed out to Logan.

He frowned in response. "You try sleeping around a two month old that doesn't get that normal people don't wake up every three hours 'cuz they need to pee or poop or get hungry." He tilted his head in thought. "Sometimes I think she does it on purpose and just cries for the hell of it because she does it on the nights I get up to take care of her."

"I'm sure that's it, Logan," Charlie laughed.

"You never know," he shrugged.

"She is Vee's kid so I wouldn't put it past her," Weevil added.

"Hey now," Dick huffed, clearly offended. "That's my soon to be goddaughter you're talking about."

"Sorry, princess," Logan smirked. "Hey Weevil, how are Marie and Eddie doing? I haven't been able to get to the shop all that much."

Weevil couldn't help but grin at the mention of his niece and nephew. "They've been waiting for you to get back to work," he snorted. "I offered to take them over last weekend, but they said they didn't want any lessons from anyone but you."

Logan grinned widely at that. "I am pretty awesome," he chuckled.

"Yeah, well thanks to you, all they wanna do is go to the beach and surf when they're not in school."

"That is my goal in life - make everyone want to become a beach bum."

Weevil snorted again and shook his head. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but they're working on some weird little side project for Ava."

"Aww," Dick laughed. "You have your own little groupies."

"You're just jealous," Logan told him with a smile.

"Whatever, dude," Dick laughed again.

"So you nervous about the big day tomorrow or what?" Weevil asked him, more of a means of distracting him from the game then curiosity itself.

"Nah," he smirked. "We're technically already married, right? And so far she hasn't wanted to kill me or vice versa - so it can't be that bad."

Dick snorted. "Good to know there's no cold feet."

"Nope. It's all good." Logan turned and grinned at Weevil. "Remember, no biker babes allowed tomorrow."

He snorted in return. "Don't worry. I'm bringing the whole gang along so we can crash the bitch right."

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"Before you decide that you hate Charlie, why don't you give him a chance first? You'll like him, Trina. He's--"

"He's the best thing since sliced bread. I know," she muttered.

"I'm not saying base how you like him from what Logan and I have said, but from what you get from him. I think you'll understand where we're coming from."

She frowned slightly. "Ok," she relented, "but I'm not making any promises."

"Good," she grinned, pleased with herself.

"You know, Veronica, I don't remember you being Miss Sunshine and Puppy Dog Tails. What happened to you?"

Veronica's grin faded. "You're saying I lost my edge?"

"Kinda."

"It's Logan's fault," she frowned. "I keep saying I domesticated him, but I think it was the other way around."

Trina snorted in amusement. "You're all girly now."

"Please stop insulting me."

"Just pointing out the facts," she shrugged amused.

"Why don't you stay with us tonight?" The words were out of Veronica's mouth before she even knew it.

"No," she shook her head. "I'm not looking for a pity--"

"Seriously, Trina. It's late and we have the extra bedroom. You can get settled at the Grand tomorrow."

She hedged a bit more, completely taken aback by the offer. "If you're sure?" she finally questioned.

"Of course," she grinned in return. "And I know Logan's going to want to see you. It's been at least two years since you've actually seen him face to face, right?"

"Yeah, ok," she grinned at last.

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"Hey, little woman!" Logan called out as he and Charlie entered the condo. "You still awake?"

"She won't be after you bellowing like that," came the voice from the living room.

Logan frowned and walked further in and his face lit up when he saw Trina walk towards him.

"Trina!" he smiled in genuine surprise. He hugged her briefly and she continued to hold onto his arms.

"Well look at you, baby brother." Trina let her eyes roam over him in pure glee. "You're all grown up," she told him, a hint of wistfulness in her voice. "You're not all tall and lanky and weird and you're babyface is gone." She grinned as she patted his left cheek.

He ducked his head in embarrassment as Charlie chuckled from behind him. Trina's eyes followed the laugh and she stiffened up a little. She was prepared by both Veronica and Logan that Charlie looked like her father. But seeing it up close was completely different.

"You must be Charlie," she added quietly, unsure of herself for the first time since arriving back in Neptune.

Charlie smiled at her warmly. "It's nice to finally meet you, Trina."

Logan stepped away to let the two of them cross paths. Trina finally took a step forward and they shook hands.

"So you're the big brother we never knew about, huh?" She sniffed indifferently as if the air around her had changed. "I wonder how many other Echolls' kids are out there," she added underneath her breath.

"Trina," Logan sighed. "Let's not do this tonight, ok?"

She narrowed her eyes at bit. "I'm not doing anything," she defended.

Logan opened his mouth again, but Charlie laid a hand on his shoulder to silence him. "It's ok, Logan," he smiled.

"Hey."

Three sets of eyes turned to face Veronica.

"I thought I heard you come in," she smiled and stepped forward to kiss Logan quickly and Charlie on the cheek. "I see you saw your surprise," she told him, motioning to Trina with a smile. "I told her she could stay the night so she doesn't have to worry about checking in tonight."

He nodded quickly. "Yeah, no, that's a great idea."

Veronica glanced at the three siblings. "Well, I'm going to get some sleep since Ava is finally down for the count."

Logan kissed the crown of her head before she slipped away. "I'll be in a little later."

"Yeah, take your time. I know you guys probably have a lot to talk about."

They said their goodnights and the three of them stood there silently for a moment.

"Listen," Charlie finally spoke, "how about you and Veronica get some shut eye. Trina and I will talk a bit more out back."

He started to shake his head to disagree, but Trina quickly stepped in. "It's ok, Logan," she sighed. "I'm not completely clueless. I know you have a busy day tomorrow. Me and Charlie can sit and talk. We'll be ok. No chaperone needed."

Logan's eyes flickered between his two siblings. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. It's not as if he had to think that far back to remember his own first meeting with Charlie. He just really wanted Trina and Charlie to get along. "I don't--"

"It's ok, little brother," Charlie interrupted softly as if reading his thoughts.

Trina tensed next to him. Logan was her baby brother. Not his. It was always him and her. And now this . . . stranger was trying to take her place.

"You sure?" Logan sighed.

Not trying. Done, she thought bitterly. She and Logan never had the best relationship in the world, but it was theirs. She knew it. Without even questioning it or seeing them together, she knew that Logan and Charlie were closer than she and Logan had ever been. Or ever would be. Logan was the one that had been coming to her aid for the past few years. Ever since Aaron had died. And now everything that she heard about the almighty Charlie Stone stared her right back in the face.

Charlie was the one taking care of Logan. Something that she had never done. Even when he would tell her that Aaron hit him. She never really believed him. Never believed that their father was capable of such cruelties. It wasn't until he had died that she finally accepted the truth. Logan hadn't been lying. Logan only wanted help. Help that she never gave. And now here they were all these years later and Charlie was the one taking care of Logan. Logan was taking care of her. And she was taking care of no one - least of all herself.

"Logan, it's ok," she sighed softly. "I'm going to go to the hotel and check in."

He started to frown. "I thought Veronica said you were gonna stay here tonight?"

"Yeah, well, change of plans. You know me," she grinned.

"Trina," he sighed. "I want you to stay."

"No," she shook her head.

Again Charlie patted Logan's shoulder thoughtfully. "Don't worry Logan. Trina and I will take care of this. Go ahead and get some sleep."

And that was the moment Trina decided that she hated Charlie Stone. "It's ok," she told him again. "Go take care of the baby or something."

He finally reluctantly agreed with a small nod of his head. "Come and get me if you need me." He glanced between the two of them again and sighed. "Just remember I need both of you ready for tomorrow. Big day you know."

"We'll be here," they both told him at the same time.

"Ok," he sighed again.

And for some reason, Logan knew that he wasn't going to get any sleep until Charlie and Trina both returned to their respective corners for the night.

They watched Logan walk away and Trina flexed her fingers in and out of a small fist. She never did well with strangers. Especially strangers that she hated.

"So," Charlie started a small smile on his face. "Let's go talk out back. They have a little--"

"Stop," Trina sighed as she lifted her hand to stop his proposal. "I wasn't kidding. I'm going to the Grand tonight."

She headed towards the door and Charlie reached out to take hold of her hand. His fingers brushed over hers, but she quickly snatched her hand away. "Don't touch me," she hissed.

"Ok," he quickly agreed, holding his hands up in peace. "Sorry. Trina, let's go out back. I thought we could get to know each other." Another smile lit his face. "I always wanted a little sister."

Fight or flight. Fight or flight. It was always in her, the urge to flee when she was uncomfortable. And her fleeing instincts were kicking in hard right now.

"Please?" he finished.

She paused slightly, thinking back on her conversation with Veronica. She did tell her that she'd give Charlie a chance. "Ok," she finally sighed.

She followed him to the back sliding doors and onto the deck. It had gotten cooler and he watched her as she crossed her arms across her chest in an act to ward off the chill.

Trina watched him from her peripheral vision. As much as she hated to admit it, staring at him was as if her dad was still there. Unlike Logan, it wasn't hate or fear that she felt . . . it was almost like a quick pang of comfort and some sadness. Because she did miss Aaron. Missed having him to run to when she needed him. Whether it be a place to stay or a comforting hug or as petty as it may sound, some extra cash. Yeah, definitely, Charlie could pass for a younger Aaron. And although her brain had come to terms that Aaron was an abusive father to Logan -- she couldn't help herself -- she just missed her dad.

She sat on one of the deck chairs and wondered how long she'd have to sit there before she was able to leave. He didn't say anything. He simply stared out into the ocean as if this weren't the most awkward thing in the world. Of course he'd already gone through this with Logan.

"So Logan tells me that you're a teacher," she mumbled softly.

Charlie turned to face her and smiled. "Yeah at the Fairfield Middle School."

She nodded mutely. "What subject do you teach?"

"Well," he sighed, sitting in the chair next to her. "I was teaching English Lit, but I took a few extra courses the past year and I'm one of the counselors now."

"Oh," Trina sighed.

He shrugged immersed in his own thoughts. "Logan thought it was a good move, but I'm still trying to get a hold of it."

"Right," she mumbled as she scooted further back into the chair. Of course he would be counseling. He'd helped Logan with the abuse thing right? He'd been there for Logan while she was out partying.

It hit her then. Everyone was out there living their own lives. Everyone except her. Logan, her baby brother who attracted trouble like blood to a shark, had two freaking successful businesses and a charity to boot. Charlie was a teacher slash counselor. Veronica was a freelancer and a new mom. And she . . . she was doing the same shit she'd been doing for the past ten years.

"You ok?" Charlie asked her, breaking her out of her thoughts.

"Yes," she snapped without meaning to. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged nonplussed by her outburst. "You just look like you were in deep thought."

"I wasn't," she muttered.

She recognized it then. This feeling building inside of her. She was bitter. Bitter and jealous. Because instead of finding comfort back here in Neptune, she found the opposite. She didn't even have her brother anymore. At least not in the sense that he'd always been to her. Her last link to Aaron. Her last bit of home. Instead everything was twisted and turned. Logan had Charlie now and he had his own little family to take care of. And she was just the outsider looking in.

"You want to talk about what's bothering you?" he asked her softly.

She didn't realize there were tears streaming down her face until he spoke. "No," her voice cracked.

The waves crashing against the beach was the only sound around them. Charlie held his sigh in place. He knew this was going to be difficult.

"I'm sure you've heard this already," Trina began quickly, "but you look so much like him."

He grimaced slightly. "I know," he nodded. "I'm sorry if it upsets you."

"No," she interrupted quickly. "It doesn't."

He frowned and she took in a shaky breath. "I know I must sound like a bitch, but it's nice . . . I miss him," she added quietly.

He raised an eyebrow curiously. Clearly he wasn't expecting that reaction.

"I know he was a horrible person," she began again, this time her eyes focused on the surf. "And a big part of me hates him for what he did. But," she chewed on her bottom lip, "that wasn't the Aaron Echolls I knew. As horrible as he treated Logan, he was the opposite with me. And I know you can't possible understand and I don't expect you to, but I still miss him. I can't tell that to Logan obviously," she rambled again. "So please don't say anything to him."

"I won't," he told her softly.

A few minutes passed by and Charlie contemplated how to get her to open up again. It was as if she could read his thoughts though.

"Hey, Charlie, no offense or anything, but I just don't feel like talking right now."

Charlie did sigh this time. He wasn't expecting anything different. "Ok," he told her softly. "No problem. You'll stay here tonight though, right?" he asked her, the concern in his voice.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'm too tired to move my stuff again."

"Good," he nodded. He stood hesitantly and shuffled towards the door. "I hope you know I'm not the bad guy here, Trina," he told her softly wanting to make his own peace. "I know your relationship with Logan is important - he told me so himself. I just want you to know that I never saw my relationship with him as a replacement for yours."

She winced slightly at his words. He hit the nail on the head without even trying.

"And I'd like a relationship with you too," he added. "I won't push you. Just let me know when you're ready to talk."

She finally nodded briefly and sighed in relief when she heard the door slide open and close again. She wondered if she could get through tomorrow without talking to him and head back for New York without anyone being the wiser.

Again the only sound around her was the crash of the waves. She shivered when a cool breeze hit her, but she made no move to get up. A few moments passed by again and another breeze came by. She could swear she didn't remember Neptune being this cold. She never heard the door open behind her and she sighed softly when she felt a warm blanket thrown over her shoulders.

"Thought you'd be cold," Logan murmured from behind her.

She snorted softly as he took the seat next to her. Here he was again taking care of her. "Thanks," she murmured.

"I take it things didn't go so well with Charlie?"

She shrugged noncommittally. "It was fine," she lied.

"Except for the part that he could pass for Aaron thirty years ago."

She winced slightly. "Yeah," she finally sighed. "Creepy, huh?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "It's ok, you know," he told her softly. "I know it bothers you in a different way than it bothered me."

She narrowed her eyes slightly. She didn't remember Logan being this perceptive. "Were you eavesdropping?"

He snorted softly. "No, I just know you, Trina."

She shook her head once again surprised by her brother. "You've grown up a lot, huh?" she asked him softly.

He shrugged in response. "I had to, Trina. A lot of stuff has happened you know?"

She nodded in return and twisted her body so that she could watch him. "I'm proud of you," she told him honestly. "You could have ended up like those weird celebrity child actors who do drugs and end up in jail or rehab."

He smirked in return. "I could have ended up like that, but I had people making sure I didn't."

"Other people, but not me," she finished for him.

He turned his head to look at her, a frown on his face. "That wasn't what I meant."

"It's ok," she smiled sadly. "It's the truth isn't it? While I was off in New York, acting like one of those celebrity kids, you were here building a new life. That's something to be proud of. Something I should thank Charlie for too. He stepped in when you needed family around."

Logan sighed, sensing where their conversation was headed. "He's not a replacement sibling, Trina. Just because Charlie is here doesn't mean that I don't want you here too."

She frowned at him. "I never said anything about a replacement."

"You didn't have to. It's written all over your face." She opened her mouth to protest, but he placed a steadying hand on her arm. "Look, I know we had our problems when we were kids, and yeah, I kinda hated you growing up, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. Or want you out of my life. You're just as important to me as Charlie or Dick. That's not gonna change."

She shook her head again amazed by Logan. "You're something else, baby brother."

"I try," he smirked. "Can you do me a favor though? Can you give Charlie a chance? Get to know him before you decide you hate him."

"I already hate him," she muttered under her breath.

He chuckled softly, his hand squeezing her arm in amusement. "Give it some time, you'll come around. It's nice having a big brother around," he grinned. "Please, Trina?"

"Ok," she nodded in agreement. "I won't take off after the wedding tomorrow like I planned."

"Good," he sighed as he stood. "Now come back in, it's fucking freezing and I need to get some sleep."

He took her hand and helped her up and she wrapped an arm around his waist as they walked through the doors.

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