AN: It's the last chapter! gasp I know, it's a little early, but I didn't want to drag this out over three chapters. It's time to end. It's been a beautiful journey, with my first serial VMars fic, and I'm so sad that it's over! clings

But we must move on. And that means new fics! If you enjoyed this one, look out for the next one from me. It'll probably be an update of Change Of Plans. Love to you all!

“If we’re voted prom king and queen, I’m killing myself,” Logan muttered.

Veronica cocked her head to one side and considered her boyfriend. “You know, sometimes I think we’re sharing a brain. Then you do something stupid, and I realise that I’m much smarter than you.”

“I’ve never debated that you’re the brains and I’m the beauty,” Logan said serenely.

“So you should be the one in the blue dress, cutting off your circulation,” Veronica sighed as she fidgeted again.

Logan’s hand over hers stilled her nervous fumbling. “You look gorgeous.”

“That’s the fourth time you’ve said that since you picked me up,” she reminded him with a gentle smile.

“And I’ll keep saying it until you believe it, Ronnie,” Logan said seriously as he stretched out across the limo. He’d picked her up five minutes ago, suffered a brief, yet terrifying, conversation with Mr Mars about what is and isn’t acceptable behaviour around his daughter, and had his breath literally stolen for him when he saw Veronica emerge from her room in an sapphire, strapless dress that clung to her curves and made his body react in a way that wasn’t healthy for him when her overprotective, extremely scary father was standing next to him.

She snuggled up into his side and let her hand drift up and down his shirt idly.

“You’re not going to spike the punch again, are you?” she asked, not really doubting it.

“That’s Dick’s job this year,” he shrugged. “I’ve got better things to do.”

“Campaign for prom king?” she teased.

“You joke, but Duncan’s bringing the buttons,” he deadpanned. “And Weevil’s written the acceptance speech.”

“You’re gonna play nice tonight, right?” she asked, only a little hesitantly. “This is our last night together at Neptune.”

“I don’t know where you get these ideas from that I don’t play nice,” Logan grinned. “I’m always the soul of discretion.”

“I just want Lilly to have one last memory of us all together before she goes off and leaves us,” Veronica sighed.

“She’s not dying, you know,” Logan wanted to clarify it for her. “It’s just college. She’ll be home all the time.”

“But it won’t be like this ever again. I just want to hold onto tonight as long as I can.”

“I’ll play nice,” he whispered in her ear before brushing his lips across her cheek in a caress.

“Unless we’re voted prom king and queen. Then we’re outta there, causing as much chaos as two notorious troublemakers can make. Deal?” She offered her hand.

“I don’t know, I can picture you with a pretty little tiara on your head, waving your hand regally,” he teased.

“A tiara gets within five feet of me and I’m dumping the punch bowl on Madison,” she threatened.

“Now, see, you’re not exactly making a great case for not voting for you,” he grinned. “But who’s going to vote for us? Half the school thought we wouldn’t last a week.”

“And it’s been four beautiful months,” Lilly cooed as she stepped into the limo, Weevil appearing behind her, looking uncomfortable and mad as hell.

“Say a word, and I’ll make it your last,” he threatened them.

“You look dashing, Eli,” Veronica grinned.

He glared at her.

“And you look stunning, as always,” she turned to Lilly, who glowed in a slinky silver dress. “Did Celeste’s head start spinning?”

“She’s just glad that I wear anything at all,” Lilly said outrageously.

“I wouldn’t put it past you tonight,” Logan chuckled. “Lilly Kane’s swansong to Neptune High … naked.”

“The night is young, Logan, and so am I,” Lilly grinned as she poured herself a glass of champagne.

“I try not to go where Dick’s been,” Veronica quipped.

“A wise philosophy,” he concurred. “Wanna dance?”

“Actually, do you mind if I just catch up with Wallace?” she grimaced. “I’ve barely seen him recently.”

“Go ahead,” Logan bowed. “I have some punch to test.”

“If you get drunk, I’m not protecting you from my dad,” she warned with a smile.

“Like I need protection from Keith Mars,” he scoffed as he walked away.

Veronica grinned as she turned, only to find Logan pulling her back and whispering that he wouldn’t have too much.

“Scaredy cat,” she mocked as she patted his cheek.

“I just appreciate all my body limbs,” he muttered before disappearing into the crowd.

“Dick overdid the punch spiking,” he winced. “I think Meg might be two sips away from streaking the stage.”

“Now that’s a prom night,” she grinned.

“Yeah, except Duncan’s mad at me because he thinks I spiked the punch.”

“It’s not an illogical accusation,” she reminded him.

“Stupid reputation,” Logan smirked. “How come you weren’t around to save me earlier?”

“Those damn Kanes,” Veronica cursed flippantly.

“Mmm,” Logan agreed before dipping his head to capture her lips. “Damn Kanes.”

“I think they’re announcing prom king and queen,” Veronica murmured.

“Wanna sneak out and make out in the bathroom?” he offered.

“Tempting,” Veronica considered. “But Lilly just got voted prom queen and she’ll kill me if I miss a second of it.”

They turned to see Lilly prancing across the stage and accepting the tiara with a wicked grin.

“And the prom king …”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if it was Duncan?” Logan chuckled.

Veronica wrinkled her nose.

“Logan Echolls.”

The room fell silent.

Veronica blinked.

Logan didn’t move.

Someone giggled nervously.

Lilly blew a kiss from the stage.

“You have to go on stage,” Veronica whispered.

Blinking, Logan let himself be guided onto stage, and accepted his crown with his usual panache.

“Uh, traditionally the king and queen dance …” Clemmons trailed off.

Lilly grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the floor, where the crowd moved to give them space. It was almost like watching a car crash. Wanting to look away, but too fascinated not to. Logan and Lilly, voted prom king and queen. Five months ago, no one would have raised an eyebrow, but things had changed in Neptune. Lilly dated the moodiest biker in school, and Logan dated Lilly’s best friend. This couldn’t end well.

Their awkward dance lasted approximately thirty seven seconds, before Weevil cut in, glaring at anyone who dared to crack a smile at him dancing. Logan left them to find Veronica, who was hiding out by the punch bowl.

“Dance with me,” he murmured.

Taking her hand, he led her to the dance floor and wrapped his arms around her small frame. She melted into him as she raised her arms to loop around his neck and rested her head against his chest.

“Logan?”

He tightened his grip. “Yeah?”

“You and Lilly are the worst dancers I’ve ever seen,” she murmured.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Deciding to walk home, Logan shrugged off his tux jacket and slid it around Veronica’s shoulders. He chuckled as he saw how it swamped her and rolled up the sleeves a little so he could hold her hand as they walked.

“I sometimes forget that you and Lilly were together,” she said idly.

“Does it bother you?” he asked seriously.

“Not really,” she said as she looked up at him.

“I like to pretend that you and Duncan were never together,” he confessed with a sheepish smile.

“Jealous?” she questioned.

“Possessive,” he corrected. “But not like I was with Lilly. I was possessive of her because I could never trust her. I feel possessive of you in a I-want-to-protect-you-and-you’re-mine-to-protect kinda way.”

“You make it sound like I’m in permanent danger,” she laughed, touched.

“You don’t have the most normal after-school job,” he reminded her with a smile.

“You’d rather I waited tables?”

“How menial,” he mocked lightly. “I like having my girlfriend being a badass. It’s cute.”

“You’re a chauvinist, Echolls,” she grinned.

“I’m charming,” he smirked as they rounded the corner towards her apartment.

“It’s a good thing you’re a good kisser,” she teased as they climbed the steps.

“I’m a great kisser,” he protested. “And you can’t resist my body, or my mind.”

“I think I could manage, if I tried really hard,” Veronica said as she leaned against her front door.

“Think so?” he dared as he stepped forward and swept her into his arms and his kiss.

Seconds later, he released her and they were both breathless.

“I better go,” he groaned. “I can hear your dad breaking plates inside.”

“He does that for all the boys I bring home,” she teased.

“All of them, huh?”

“Just you, recently,” she assured him.

“Sweet dreams, Veronica,” he murmured.

“Logan,” she hesitated. Taking a few breaths, she looked up. “I love you.”

He paused for a few beats. “I love you too, Veronica.”

“Now, go home,” she said, her eyes shining as she pushed him towards the steps.

He bent to kiss her hard and swiftly.

“Tell your dad that if any other boys come round, he can load the shotgun,” he whispered. “You’re mine.”

“Jackass,” she grinned.

“Pest,” he whispered against her lips before he captured them once again.