A/N – Hey everyone. I'm a bad, bad, bad fanfic writer, but between uni and my job, this story is coming out slowly. Hopefully this part will help to make up for the wait. Thank you for everyone who kept sending me reviews, I'm glad people are still reading the story.


Dinner was eaten like the night before, in the lounge with everyone seated around the coffee table. Looking at the faces around her, Veronica had completely forgotten about the whole complicated photo business she had gotten herself into. That was until her father again brought up the fact that the picture of her could have been made by someone else. Veronica waited for the reaction of the two guys.

"Just when I thought this thing couldn't get any weirder..." Wallace said as he looked from father to daughter. Logan, however, stood up and began clearing away the rubbish from dinner without saying a word. Both Keith and Wallace took note of Veronica's surprise. Before anyone could say anything, Keith's cell phone started ringing. He saw who was calling him and quickly got up.

"Back in a sec. I've got to get this," Keith said as he headed towards his room.

"There's supposed to be a 'Snork's' marathon on Cartoon Network. What do you say?" Logan said as he sat back down. Veronica was a little confused by the way he was acting. She had expected him to be all gung-ho about this photo guy but it seemed that this new revelation didn't phase him at all. As the cartoon began, Keith made his way out of his bedroom and grabbed his car keys.

"Sorry about this, but I've got to go out for a couple of hours. I'll be back by morning. Are you going to be okay." He asked Veronica. She tore her thoughts away from Logan and nodded her head.

"I'm a big girl now."

"Yeah, that's because of all the lasagna you eat," Keith said playfully as he leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"People in glass houses..." Veronica began as she grabbed his stomach.

"Ha ha," he said sarcastically as he straightened up. "Wallace, do you want a lift home?"

"Thanks, Mr. Mars," Wallace answered as he got up. "Seeya Veronica, Logan."

After the two of them left, Veronica turned her focus back on Logan. Half of her wanted to talk to him about what was happening between them, the other half wanted to punch him in the arm for frustrating her. 'There's no reason I can't do both,' Veronica thought as she punched Logan hard in the arm.

"What the hell was that for!" Logan said as he turned to her and rubbed where she had just hit him.

"What? Did I interrupt your trip down cartoon nostalgia lane? I'm sorry," Veronica answered in a tone that very clearly stated that she wasn't.

"I'm sorry the 'Snork's' offended you so much. At least now I know what side you're on for the environment." Veronica took in Logan's snarky comment and realized that if she didn't change the rhythm of this conversation, they would soon be back to their old fighting ways. She leaned over and grabbed the remote out of his hands.

"Hey!" Logan said as he tried to get it back, but Veronica held it at arms length and flipped the television off. As Logan went to get up, she reached out for his hand and pulled him down again.

"Logan..." she began in a serious voice, but Logan shook his head.


"What!" Veronica asked feeling both surprised and confused.


"You don't even know what I want to say."

"I do and I don't want to talk about it." Logan hopped up and started to head for the bathroom. Veronica stood up angrily.

"I'm sorry, but when did we decide that you could dictate what we can and can not talk about?" Logan turned around and took a step towards her.

"I guess I got sick of you doing it all the time." The look in his eyes confused her.

"What the hell is going on here? I feel like I'm in 'The Three Faces of Eve'. One minute we are getting along...better than we ever have...and now you're like this!" Veronica said. The old combative Logan appeared before her eyes.

"I don't get way we have to discuss everything. I've spent a lot of my time hating you and now I'm involved in your life and have to explain every little feeling I have. For one night can we just skip it?" Logan didn't know where all his anger was coming from. He felt like he was watching himself yelling at Veronica, but was helpless to stop it.

"You know what? Maybe this whole 'us as friends' deal isn't working out..." Veronica started.

"Oh, don't start that. So, I don't do what you want and you just cut me out of your life? I don't think so." Logan took a step toward her while Veronica stepped back and sat down on the couch. Her anger was fading as her confusion grew. Before she began again, she steadied her voice.

"I don't understand, Logan. This really is coming out of nowhere. It's like I'm in an old episode of Dawson's Creek and the writers have wanted some tension between Joey and Pacey. I just can't deal with that kind of stuff right now." Veronica looked up at Logan and waited for his response. She saw his face soften as he sat down on the coffee table in front of her.

"You think you can't deal? I'm not exactly used to all of this," Logan said as he stared at the floor.

"All of what?"

"These feelings. This...caring about you." Logan looked up into Veronica's eyes and continued. "For a very long time, I pretty much blamed you for everything that was wrong in my life. Now, all of a sudden...I'm here."

"Okay..." Veronica wasn't sure about what to say.

"I still haven't come to terms with this photo thing. But at least I was starting to think he might be harmless. Now your dad thinks there could be some other psycho out there and we have no clue about him." Veronica gave Logan a small smile.

"I'm happy to know that you care, but..."

"That's another thing. I think it's pretty obvious by now that I more than care about you, and trying to deal with that on top of Mr. Psycho is driving me insane. I'm confused about what I'm feeling and I'm pissed off that I'm confused." Logan felt that weight had been lifted after he had let all that was bothering him out. He looked at Veronica to see what her response would be. She looked a little hesitant, and he noticed frown lines forming on her forehead.

"So, you're confused about how you feel about me?" Logan sighed at her words.

"Honestly, yes. I think that it's well documented that I like to be the knight in shining armor. I'm just not sure if I'm attracted to you for you or because I see you as someone that I can save." Logan and Veronica stared at each other and each of them felt the room getting smaller as the conversation headed towards the subject they had been avoiding.

"All I can say," Veronica began, "...is that I think what's going on here is not some stupid psychological response to the situation that we're in. When I'm near you, what I'm feeling can definitely not be fake." Veronica held her breath as she studied Logan's face. She's laid her side of it out there, and it was up to him as to where they headed. Logan leaned towards her as he rested his hand on her thigh.

"And how are you feeling right now?" He whispered a little unsteadily. Veronica's breath caught as she felt his thumb caress her leg.

"Not fake at all," she replied huskily as she leaned towards him.

Time seemed to stand still as they looked into each other's eyes, with barely any space between their lips. Logan could feel Veronica's breath and the heat from her was driving him crazy. When they both couldn't stand it any longer, he leaned over and closed the distance between them. Logan slowly slid his lips over Veronica's, and the softness of them made him moan. Veronica took the chance to glide her tongue over his and the kiss deepened.

Logan slowly got up without breaking contact and situated himself on the couch, so that Veronica was laying under him. Veronica wrapped her legs around his and put her arms around his neck. Their kiss was still torturingly slow and both of them were breathing heavily. But when one of Veronica's hands traveled down Logan's back and she tightened her legs around his waist, Logan groaned and the kiss became hard and needy. When they came up for air, Logan left a line of butterfly kisses from Veronica's mouth to her neck. His tongue darted out and tasted her skin and Veronica writhed beneath him.

As Logan lowered his mouth onto her neck, it was Veronica's turn to let out a moan. Her hand traveled further down his back and snaked under his shirt When Logan felt her warm hands caress the skin of his back, his head shot up and looked into Veronica's eyes.

"Why did you stop?" Veronica asked breathlessly.

"What are we doing here?"

"I think that's pretty obvious," Veronica smirked as she ran her hands up and down Logan's bare skin. He groaned as he pulled away from her and slid to the opposite end of the couch.

"We seem to always be skipping over things here. I think we need to take a minute and talk about what we're doing here." Veronica smiled at Logan's words.

"I thought we just got through all the talking," she said as she leaned over and stroked his cheek. As Logan began to respond to her touch, he shot up and sat in the single chair away from her.

"You just keep your voodoo to yourself, witchy woman. I think all we managed to establish is that we definitely have...physical chemistry."

"And you want more that that?" Logan was taken aback by the skepticism in Veronica's voice.

"I do. Don't you?" It was Veronica's turn to be surprised by the certainty in Logan's voice.

"There's just a lot to consider."

"I know."

"I mean, even you said how weird it is how far we've come in such a short time. Not to mention that you're living in my lounge room at the moment. And then there's Duncan..." As she spoke, Logan stood up and Veronica felt the need to do the same. As they stood looking at each other, Logan spoke.

"I thought that I was confused, but now I know that I want you, Veronica. All you have to decide is if you want me. Do you?" Logan felt naked as he waited for her words. Veronica looked at him and knew the answer before she could get herself to say it.

"Yes," she whispered to him. Logan felt his body tingle all over as the word passed her lips.

"Really?" He huskily replied as he took a step towards her.

"I want you, Logan. All of you," Veronica murmured as their lips met in a second kiss. Their tongues met as Logan tightened his hold on Veronica and wrapped his arms around her waist. Veronica ran both her hands through his hair. The kiss slowed and their lips gradually parted and Logan rested his forehead on Veronica's. Both of their breathing was uneven.

"I could get used to this," Logan murmured as his hand reached up to stroke the silken tendrils of hair above her ear.

"Just make sure that next time you don't eat garlic bread beforehand 'cause you're killing me here."

"Yes Miss. Pepperoni," Logan smiled as he brushed his lips across hers again. Just as Logan's hands brushed the bare skin of Veronica's back, the phone rang. They jumped apart and smiled as they saw each other's red mouths.

"Let me just get this," Veronica said as she picked up the phone. Logan stood behind her, wrapped his arms around her stomach and began lightly kissing her neck.

"Hey, Wallace," Veronica said happily. Logan's kisses traveled to her shoulder, but he suddenly felt her stiffen and he lifted his head.

"What!" The distress in Veronica's voice was obvious and Logan quickly moved to stand in front of her.

"Okay...yeah, Logan's here. I'll be fine. I'll see you tomorrow." Veronica ended the call and slowly placed the phone back on the counter. A tear escaped and slid down her cheek.

"Hey, what happened?" Logan asked worriedly as he reached up and cradled her cheek.

"That was Wallace. Mr. Young committed suicide." As she spoke, more tears ran freely down her face. Logan wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair. He had no idea what to say to her.

"Why couldn't I have finished this case ages ago. If I had..." The rest of what she said was muffled by Logan's shirt.

"Don't you even think that for a second. You are the best person I know. You're going to get the person who is responsible for this and when you do, he will pay," Logan gritted out determinedly. He felt Veronica give a small nod against his chest. He tightened his arms around her as he tried to wash away the pain that she was going through.

"It's gonna be okay..." Logan kept whispering into her hair, not knowing if he was telling th truth.


The door closed soundly behind him and he turned to see the man that he had come for sitting down at the table.

"Hello, Keith."

"Aaron." Keith Mars replied as he sat into the chair opposite him.