Hey guys, how's life? Busy? Yeah, me too. But hey, here we are. Oh yeah, and sorry about the formatting. There isn't anything I can do about it. Haven't updated in awhile... whoops. Oh, yeah. So I got an overwhelming vote towards Duncan and Dick, a few for Weevil and some other random characters. I appreciate your efforts. Thanks, guys. So I actually got the most votes for Duncan, followed by Dick. I think. I can't be sure 'coz gmail did something weird to the emails that have reviews in them, so I'm not sure if I got all the votes or not. I went with Dick because I realised what potential Duncan not knowing could have for the story. I was gonna update sooner but then my computer began to get really retarded so I was gonna reinstall some form of Linux, so I was going through the process of copying my data, then I decided it was too much effort, went "Stuff it. I'll just deal with a retarded computer" and here we all are. Italics are thoughts or dreams/memories.

And there's a bit of LoVe'ing. And a fair bit of plot alteration, but hey. It's fanfiction. That's what's meant to happen.

Disclaimer: Own it? Own it?! Are you high? Of course I do. Yes, that trophy with the name S-------e M----r engraved on it is mine. Oh, you meant Veronica Mars. God, no. What's wrong with you?

"What the fuck?!" Logan and Veronica broke the kiss and turned toward the voice, stunned.

"What?" Dick repeated, confused.

"All you need to know is how dead you'll be if you tell anyone." Veronica threatened.


"Move along, dickwad." She commanded, slowly pulling herself from Logan's grasp as he remained silent. She rolled her eyes when Dick didn't move and marched past him, leaving Logan to deal with Dick.


"Dude." Dick said when Veronica was gone. "What the hell?"

Logan shrugged. "I don't know."

"You don't know what?" Dick asked, even more confused.

"What don't I know?" Logan asked, slyly.


"Nevermind." Logan ended the confusion-a-thon. "I'll see you later, man." He bade Dick goodbye and sauntered away, leaving Dick to wander what the freaking hell was going on.


Logan looked around. He was home, standing in the middle of his pool. Veronica appeared in front of him, wearing her dress from Shelly's party. She looked slightly dishivelled, but not like she had the morning after. The scene changed around him, and he was standing in front of her at Shelly's party in a dark, remote corner of the garden.

"Logan." She wimpered, close to tears. "Why do you hate me?"

"I don't." He answered involuntarily. It was clear to him that now this wasn't a dream... it was a memory. She didn't reply, but her shoulders shook and it became apparent that she was crying. Not in control of his actions, he hugged her awkwardly, not knowing what to do to comfort her. She threw her arms around him, making him support most of her weight. He stumbled back against a conveniently placed garden bench, sitting them both down, her on his lap.

"Yes, you do." She whispered.

"No, I don't." He replied in the same tone.










"This is ridiculous. I think I know how I feel."

"Well I know how I feel, and I feel weird." She looked confused. "Why do I feel weird, Logan?" He took in her dilated pupils, slow expression and slurred speech.

"I dunno..." He mumbled, although he had a pretty good idea of what had happened. Even in his inebriated state, he was slowly deducing that someone had slipped her something. Probably some of the GHB from TJ had found its way to the party and somehow into her drink.

"Logan?" A sweet female voice drifted through the darkness. It was that easy freshman he'd been about to take home before Veronica Mars crashed into him. "Where are you?" Oh, crap. Logan put a finger to his lips, indicating to Veronica to stay quiet. The easy freshman quickly gave up looking for him. It was only when he breathed a sigh of relief for not being found with Veronica Mars on his lap, did he realise what an intimate position they were in. She was curled up on his lap, arms around his neck and torso. He held her close to him, arms around her waist. He suddenly became acutely aware of the close proximity of her face to his. Her lips to his. Her everything to his. She just stared at him, wondering vaguely what had suddenly begun poking her thigh.

"I'm tired." She announced, slumping further into Logan and resting her head on his shoulder.

"I know." He whispered, taking in her appearance. They remained silent, Logan studying her closely, trying to decide what to do. She kissed his cheek suddenly.

"Thank you." She whispered intimately.

"For what?"
"For not hating me."

Logan swallowed hard. Veronica Mars was beautiful and willing, and right now Veronica Mars was his for the taking. Unable to control his own actions, Logan leaned forward slightly and gently brushed his lips against hers. He felt her smile as their contact became more firm. Soon they would find themselves sneaking back to the party, trying to find a quiet room, preferably with a bed of some description. Or they should. Sean and Dick had ambushed Veronica when she and Logan had decided to briefly separate to avoid raising suspicion. As soon as Veronica was out of side, Shelley pounced on him, begging him to take her away and just plain take her. Logan angrily dismissed Shelley (there came the tears) and sought out Veronica. He walked down an empty hallway (the hallway leading to the main guest bedroom). Logan found her lying on the bed, with Beaver sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing, man?" Logan asked harshly.

"N-nothing." Beaver stuttered.

"I think Shelley's looking for you, Beav. You should go find her." It wasn't a suggestion. Beaver nodded nervously and almost ran away, clutching something in a foil wrapper as he went. Logan's expression softened as he closed the door and moved toward Veronica. She stirred slightly in her sleep.

"Veronica?" Logan called and sat down on the bed. She sighed and muttered something that sounded like 'Logan'. He smiled and moved her over slightly, making room to lay down beside her. And so they remained like that, Logan lying beside her, staring and observing, waiting for her to awaken.




"What?" He cried, being rudely awakened from his dream-unrepressed-memory. "Dad?" His dad was standing over him.

"It's time to get up for school, son."

"Thanks, Dad." Logan thanked his father and made movements to suggest he was getting up (got to keep the boss happy). His dad left, closing the door behind him. Logan flopped back down on the bed.

"Veronica Mars." He whispered.


More author's notes: Yeah, so it was short. Sorry. To be honest, I'm not really enthusiastic about writing the story. If people care about it, I'll continue, or if someone desperately wants to take it over they can. If you guys have any suggestions please let me know.