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His Friend Too

Title: His Friend Too
Author: Snuffybaby
Disclaimer: Rob Thomas owns the VM universe; I just chose to rewrite it.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: LoVe
Word Count: 28,576
Spoilers: All of season one
Summary: Pre-season 1; what if Veronica saw Logan sitting across the street from the car wash?
Author’s Note: Show dialogue was taken from episode transcripts found at www.twiztv.com... Transcribed by InigoMontoya.

--

Soaping up her fiftieth car, Veronica was smiling with Wanda when she looked up and noticed a bright yellow Xterra across the street. Making her excuses to Wanda, Veronica dropped her sponge in the bucket, rinsed off her hands and then ran over.

Logan looked up when he heard the tapping on his window. “What do you want?” he rolled down his window.

She rolled her eyes at him. “Lilly’s not here.”

“I know. I saw her leave,” he sighed, leaning back against the headrest.

“What are you doing here? I thought you went to Tijuana with Dick and Beaver?”

“I came back early. That’s not a capital offense you know,” he said snarkily.

Having known Logan for the passed four years, she knew something was wrong. “Wait here.”

He watched as she ran back to the car wash, said her ‘goodbyes’ to the other pep squad members and ran back. She climbed into the passenger seat before he could say anything. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“We’re hanging out. Come on.” She gestured for him to start the car, as she buckled her seatbelt.

Sighing, he relented, “Where are we going?”

“I don’t know. Wherever you want.” She settled back, watching him the entire time.

Logan had been driving aimlessly for a couple minutes before he glanced over at her. “So, Veronica Mars, why are you here?”

“I thought you might need a friend,” she said honestly.

“Why should you care? Lilly already dumped me. She’s been sleeping around for months,” he said bitterly.

“Just because you’re not dating Lilly, and Duncan and I aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean we’re not friends.” She said boldly, “If I remember correctly, you were my friend first.”

He smirked, “Not true. I’ve known Duncan since kindergarten.”

“I was your first friend in Neptune. Your mom brought you to my soccer game, remember?”

He grinned, “Ah, the knee socks.”

She gasped in delighted shock, “I can’t believe you thought I looked hot.”

“I can’t resist a girl in uniform.”

They shared a laugh before they both sobered.

Veronica looked down at her hands. “I’m sorry I told Lilly about you and Yolanda.”

His grip on the wheel tightened for a moment before relaxing. He shrugged, “It was just her excuse. She was cheating on me already. She just needed a reason to break up with me.”

She shook her head adamantly. “You don’t know that.”

He snorted, an amused smile on his face, “You’re too innocent, Ronnie.” His face dropped. “Every time we broke up, it was because Lilly found someone new. They lasted a day, a week, a couple months, but then she’d get tired of them and she’d come back to me.”

“Lilly loves you.”

“Not like I love her.”

Veronica wouldn’t admit it to him, but she knew he was right. She might be innocent Veronica, but she knew how Lilly was. Lilly would laugh and joke about all her lovers. Veronica would do the same. She just never acknowledged that little glint in Lilly’s eyes that told her that it wasn’t just a joke.

Lilly did have a lot of lovers.

If she had had solid proof, if Veronica had caught Lilly with another guy, she knew that she would have told Logan. Just like she had told Lilly about Yolanda.

Veronica could tell from Logan’s demeanor that he was finally letting Lilly go. He would never take her back again. Studying his profile, she asked, “So what are you going to do now?”

Logan smirked, “I’m thinking maybe I’ll go raid the liquor cabinet and drown my sorrows.”

“And tomorrow?”

“ ‘Tomorrow is another day.’”

--

Veronica followed Logan into his guest house. She walked into his back when he suddenly stopped in the doorway. Rubbing her nose, she asked, “What’s wrong?” She peeked over his shoulder. “Whoa. Is that what I think it is?”

“Gross,” Logan frowned, “did I just walk into my parents’ kinky sex shack?”

Grabbing his hand, she tugged, “Logan, maybe we should go.”

“Two minutes. I’ll be quick.” Pulling the key from his pocket, he unlocked the liquor cabinet and grabbed two bottles of vodka. Locking the doors back up, he gave the bookshelves one last look before he dragged Veronica out of there. He shuddered, “I don’t think I’ll ever get the image of my parents having sex out of my head.”

“Let’s just get out of here.” Veronica really didn’t want to run into either of the older Echollses. She was pretty sure that she already couldn’t look at them again without blushing.

Too late.

Aaron Echolls skipped right into them. “Logan,” he glanced worriedly at his son. “What are you doing here?”

Caught red handed, Logan simply shrugged, “Grabbing some refreshments.” He lifted the two clear bottles in his hands.

“Logan,” Aaron scolded for Veronica’s benefit, “hand them over.”

Logan glanced at Veronica and rolled his eyes. Handing the bottles over, he grabbed her hand. “Let’s get out of here.” He waved at his dad while he walked away, “Have fun with mom!”

“Logan!” Veronica was flaming red. “I can’t believe you said that. He’ll know we know.”

“He already does. We saw the video equipment, remember?” Pulling on her hand again, he said, “Come on.”

“So, what now that you don’t have any liquid comfort?”

He shrugged, “Have any suggestions?”

--

Veronica moaned.

Logan sighed. “I’ll never understand why girls like ice cream so much.”

She grinned around her spoon. “I’ll never understand why guys like alcohol so much.”

He smirked, “Maybe it’s a gender thing.”

They had settled into a booth at the local ice cream parlor. They’d ordered the largest sundae and two spoons. Veronica had eaten more than half.

“You’re going to spoil your dinner,” Logan pointed out.

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, what time is it?”

“Almost eight.”

She started digging through her bag. “My dad is going to kill me.” She brought her cell phone to her ear. “Dad? I’m so sorry. I forgot to call you. I went for ice cream with Logan.” She frowned, “Dad, I’m fine.”

Logan watched as a look of shock and disbelief fell over her face. Her eyes began to water.

“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t believe you. Is she okay? Why won’t you tell me if she’s okay?” She took a deep breath and nodded, “I’ll ask him to drive me. I love you too.”

“What’s wrong?” Logan asked when she hung up.

She looked at him in dismay. “Something’s happened to Lilly.”

--

Veronica and Logan jumped out of the car the instant that they reached the Kane residence. They saw Duncan sitting in the front hall.

“Duncan,” Logan called, “is Lilly alright?”

Veronica crouched down in front of him. “Duncan? Where’s Lilly?”

He didn’t respond. He just sat there, rocking back and forth, his hands folded in his lap.

Looking up, Veronica saw where the commotion was. Standing, she ran out to the backyard and she stumbled to a stop when she saw her. Her hands lifted to cover her gasp, the tears forming in her eyes.

“Ronnie.” Logan was two steps behind her.

Keith stood up and joined the two teens. Blocking their view of the body, he ushered them back into the house.

Veronica finally let her gasp escape and her tears fall. “Is she…”

“Is she dead?” Logan asked.

“Logan, why don’t you drive Veronica home?”

She grabbed her father’s shirt. “Is she dead?”

Keith smoothed her hair back from her face. “I’m so sorry, honey.”

Veronica was going to turn and run, but Logan pulled her to him. She clutched on to him like her life depended on it and she cried. Logan simply held her, still too dazed to accept what had happened.

--

Logan stood in black beside Veronica. They were clutching each other’s hand. They watched as Lilly’s casket was lowered into the ground. Both wanted to go over and speak to Duncan, but Jake and Celeste ushered him into their limo before anyone could speak to them.

Logan and Veronica were left alone to stand by the grave as the cemetery workers began to fill it in.

“How are you holding up?” Logan asked softly.

“Not well,” she sniffled.

“Yeah.”

She looked up at him, “You?”

He shrugged. “You’re asking the guy that has blood shot eyes and smells like alcohol and vomit whether he’s okay?”

“Yeah.”

He sighed, “I’m better. I drank. I cursed Lilly for being a bitch. I cursed myself for being an idiot. I even cursed you. Hell, I cursed just about everybody… except Duncan…” He looked over at Lilly’s gravestone. “After being comforted by JD one, two and three, I worshiped the porcelain gods for awhile. Really cleared up my system,” he said derisively. Sneering, he added, “But I guess I’m coming to terms.”

She smirked, the first sign that she would eventually go back to normal. “I’m glad you’re handling things so well.”

“Must come from being an asshole.”

Shaking her head, she let out a laugh. And then she was crying again. “Why would anyone want to hurt her?”

Logan pulled her into a hug. “I don’t know.”

--

“Logan didn’t do it,” Veronica said adamantly. “I was with him the entire time that I wasn’t with Lilly.”

“Veronica,” Keith said calmly, “it’s procedure.”

“Then why haven’t you questioned me?”

“We were about to,” he replied. “Logan already gave us his statement. Now we’re going to take yours.”

Deputy Lamb asked her calmly, “When was the last time you saw Lilly Kane alive?”

Keith glared at the deputy for his choice of wording.

Veronica thought for a moment. “Lilly left the car wash a little early. She told me that she was going home.”

“What time was that?”

“I don’t know. Around three… probably closer to three thirty. You should ask our pep squad advisor, Miss. Stafford. Lilly told her that she wasn’t feeling well.”

“What time did you notice Logan?”

“Around four. I was talking with Wanda when I noticed him parked across the street. I went over to tell him that Lilly wasn’t there.”

“And you went off with him?”

“Yeah. We drove around a little… talking.”

“About what?”

She hesitated, “About Lilly. She and Logan had recently broken up again.”

“How long did you drive for?”

“About an hour. Logan decided that he wanted to drink, so we went back to his place.”

“Drink?” Lamb wanted to clarify.

She shot a glance at her dad seeing the frown on his face before saying, “Vodka.”

“So you and Logan went back to his place and drank until you called your father?”

“No. We went to Logan’s to get the alcohol. We were about to leave when we ran into Mr. Echolls. Logan gave the bottles back to his dad and we went for ice cream instead. We were at the ice cream parlor for at least two hours.”

“Mr. Echolls was at home?” Lamb asked, “Aaron Echolls?”

Veronica blushed, “The Echolls have a liquor cabinet in their guest house. I think we got there just before Mr. and Mrs. Echolls… you know… were intimate.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Their video equipment was set up.”

“Video equipment?” Keith asked.

“Yeah, they have two cameras aimed on the bed. The bookshelves were pushed open to see the monitors.” She shrugged, “Even Logan was embarrassed to find that. He made a comment about being glad that he doesn’t spend time in there. He didn’t want to be caught on tape.”

“So Logan didn’t know about the cameras.”

“No. He was pretty disgusted when he walked in and saw it.”

“What kind of sundae did you order at the ice cream parlor?” Lamb asked.

“Chocolate syrup with sprinkles, whipped cream… and cherries.” She pursed her lips and looked at her dad, “Please don’t tell mom.”

Keith smiled, “Don’t worry. Your secrets safe with me. Just don’t make a habit of ruining your dinner.”

She gave a soft smile. “I promise.”

--

Lamb joined Keith. “Logan and your daughter’s stories check out. The pep squad teacher verified the times of both Lilly Kane’s and Veronica’s departure from the car wash. The waitress remembered seeing them at the parlor and their receipt is time stamped – when the order was placed, what time they paid the bill. The Echolls’ front gate logged Logan’s vehicle returning home at five eleven and then leaving again at five twenty two. They also logged Lilly Kane’s vehicle leaving the estate at five oh six.”

“What?” Keith took the time sheet from Lamb, “Let me see that.”

“Lilly Kane was visiting her boyfriend. She left right before he got home. Just missed him.”

“The coroner’s report says she was killed at four in the afternoon.”

Deputy Saks came up. “We have a moving violation – time says six oh two. Lilly Kane ran a red light.”

“Logan and Veronica were at the ice cream parlor between six and seven fifty,” Lamb offered.

Keith nodded, “They have alibis. You know who doesn’t have alibis?”

Lamb snorted, “The Kanes and the Echollses.”

“Get a warrant to go through the Echolls’ house. We need to find out what Lilly was doing there.”

--

Logan rattled Veronica’s bedroom window.

“Logan? What are you doing here?” she asked, letting him in.

He climbed over the ledge and glared at her. “Who do you people think you are?”

“What?”

“First your dad accuses the Kanes and now he’s accusing my family too!” he ranted.

“Logan,” she put her hand over his mouth. “Calm down.” She listened behind her to make sure her parents didn’t hear him screaming. “Calm down. I’ll tell you what my dad found out, but you have to stay calm.”

He clamped his mouth shut and nodded.

She removed her hand and they sat down on her bed together. “My dad found evidence that Lilly was still alive after the official time of death.”

He frowned in confusion.

“Your front gate reported Lilly leaving your house just before we got there. It was just after five then.”

“But they say she died at four.”

She nodded. “The Sheriff’s department also has photo evidence that she was alive at six. One of those red light cameras got a shot of her running a red light.”

“I don’t understand.”

“They're searching your home to find out what she was doing there.” Veronica studied her hands, “My dad asked me if I knew why she might be there.”

“They think I did it,” he muttered.

“No,” she said unwaveringly. “They know it couldn’t have been you. Lilly was murdered sometime between six and seven thirty. You were with me at the time.”

“If it wasn’t me, then who else do they suspect?”

She hesitated.

“Veronica?”

“All of the Kanes are suspects,” she said softly, “and your father.”

“Oh, so my mom isn’t a murderer?” he said sarcastically.

“She was being driven home by her chauffeur during that time.”

Logan fell back. “I can’t believe this.”

“Logan, there’s more.”

“What?” His arm was flung over his eyes in frustration.

“Lilly’s fingerprints were found in the guest house.”

He sat back up. “What?”

“They found her prints on the bookshelf… and her hair on the bed.”

“No!” He shot to his feet. “No.”

“Dad didn’t actually say it, but I know he thinks that what we thought was your parents preparing to have… relations… was actually your father… and Lilly.”

--

The Balboa Sheriff’s department had gathered an entire video library of evidence of Aaron Echolls and dozens of other women fornicating in the guest house.

Keith closed his eyes when the ones dated more recently began to feature Lilly Kane.

After watching the videos, Keith could say without a doubt that the women highlighted in them didn’t have a clue that they were being filmed. Aaron had kept his equipment private knowledge. It made Keith wonder why Lilly’s fingerprints were all over the bookshelf and the monitors.

Maybe she found more tapes and decided to blackmail the rich movie star.

--

Saks shook his head. “The only tapes found in Lilly’s room or in her car were home videos of her and her friends.”

Lamb nodded, “We searched the rest of the house. Nothing.”

“Were there any possible hiding places?” Keith asked.

Veronica pushed her dad’s door open, “Dad?”

“Veronica, what are you doing here?”

“Lunch?” She lifted up a brown paper bag.

He grinned and waved her in. He told the deputies, “We’ll discuss this later.”

Veronica handed them each a sandwich as they passed. “Mom made chicken salad.”

“Hand it over.”

Settling in to a quiet meal together, Veronica chewed slowly on her sandwich. “If you’re looking for Lilly’s hiding spots, you should try the vent in her room.”

Keith glared at her. “Veronica, what have I told you about listening to my conversations?”

She gave a sheepish look and continued. “Lilly used to hide stuff there. She has a small power screwdriver on her desk to open up the grate.”

He nodded and pointed at her. “We’re going to talk about the eavesdropping later.” He pressed the intercom on his desk and sent the deputies over to check the vents in the Kane household.

--

It was plastered all over the tabloids.

“Super Star Aaron Echolls: Murderer”

Keith had compiled enough evidence to charge Aaron with murder.

Aaron was taken into custody and held in prison until his arraignment. Bail had been denied.

Lynn Echolls leaked tales of Aaron’s long term infidelity to the tabloids. She sat back and watched Aaron’s charming public façade crumble to dirt. She had even offered up new video evidence of Aaron finding both Lilly and his tapes gone. He had stormed out of the guest house in a rage. Apparently, Lynn had known about the cameras and had some of her own set up to surveillance her house when she was out and Aaron was in.

Keith looked up when Deputy Saks knocked on his door. “Yeah?”

“Mrs. Echolls is here to see you.”

“Send her in.” Keith waved as he stood. He held out his hand for her, gesturing for her to take a seat. “What can I do for you, Lynn?”

“Keith, I didn’t know who else to ask,” she said weakly. “Logan’s missing.”

“Lynn, my hands are tied. Unless Logan has been missing for twenty-four hours, I can’t help you. All I can tell you to do is wait.”

“He’s been missing since Aaron was arrested.”

Keith blinked, “That was two weeks ago.”

“I thought that he might have gone somewhere to cool off, relax. With everything that’s being printed about his father… and losing Lilly…” she trailed off. Sighing, she said, “Logan’s prone to going off alone. We don’t put restrictions on him. He’s usually back after a week.”

He said softly, “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you. So much.” She stood and shook his hand.

Keith nodded, “I’ll contact you as soon as I know anything.”

--

Arriving home, Keith went straight up to his daughter’s room. “Veronica?” he knocked, as he opened her door.

She looked up from her homework. “Yeah, dad?”

Keith could see her sitting at her desk working. He opened the door wider and was rewarded with the sight of Logan stretched out on her bedroom floor. His hands went up to his hips. “Logan.”

“Mr. Mars.”

“What’s up, dad?” Veronica asked curiously.

“Lynn Echolls stopped by the Sheriff’s department today.”

Logan sat up. “And what did mommy dearest want?”

“She wanted to know where her son went. Apparently he’s been missing for the passed two weeks.”

“Well, you found me.”

Keith turned to his daughter. “Veronica, may I have a word with you?”

Veronica followed him down to the living room. “Dad, I didn’t know that Mrs. Echolls was looking for him. I would have said something if I knew.”

He ignored her confession. “Has Logan been staying here?”

“He’s only stayed over a few times,” she answered honestly.

“A few times?”

“Six times,” she winced.

“Veronica, why didn’t you tell me? Does your mother know?”

She shook her head. “Mom knows that Logan comes over after school. He usually leaves when we have dinner.”

“Where does he go?”

“I don’t know. He doesn’t tell me.”

“But he comes back?”

She bit her lip. “He knocks on my window.”

Keith rubbed his head. “Are you two dating?”

Veronica blinked, surprised by the question. “No.”

Keith blinked, surprised by her response. “No?”

“We’re friends.” She looked at her hands, “Ever since Lilly… no one at school really talks to Logan anymore. Duncan’s too lost in his world to care and Logan scares everyone else away.”

He hugged her. “I’m glad you two are still friends.”

“I wasn’t going to abandon him. Especially after… everything.” She looked up at her father. “Can he stay? He doesn’t want to be at home right now.”

“Give us a few minutes. I want to talk to him.”

She nodded, “I’ll just help mom in the kitchen.”

Keith headed back up. “Logan.”

“Mr. Mars,” he said from his seat in front of Veronica’s laptop. He was looking through her math homework, copying her answers.

“I’d like you to call your mom and tell her that your staying over here.”

“Ok.”

“And next time you want to stay over, ask first.”

“Right.”

Keith turned to leave him alone and then asked, “On the nights that you weren’t here, where’d you go?”

Logan snorted, “I was at home.”

--

“Come on, you need some fun,” Veronica cajoled him.

He laughed, “I can’t believe that Veronica Mars is telling me to have fun.”

“Well, you do. You’ve been pouty miss for weeks. Where’s the fun, energetic, snippy Logan?”

“ ‘Pouty miss’?” he said incredulously. “I haven’t been ‘pouty miss’.”

“You have.”

“I went to Mexico last weekend with Luke and Sean.”

“And you came back hung over, not happy.”

“Fine,” he conceded. “I’ll go with you to the damn party.”

“Great. Shelley’s expecting you.”

His eyes narrowed, “You’re not trying to set us up, are you?”

--

“How virginal of you,” Logan remarked when he saw Veronica in her white dress.

“I am a virgin,” she remarked.

“And proud of it, apparently,” he smirked.

“Come on. Let’s see if anyone entertaining is here.”

“Joy.” Logan looked around and spotted Luke and Sean. “Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

“Go, I release you,” she teased and waved him away.

A hand shot out in front of Veronica, offering her a drink and in reflex she took it. Glancing at it curiously, she took a sip. She winced a little – rum and coke – but then shrugged. She was there to have a little fun, so she kept the cup. She joined some of the girls by the side.

--

“Hey, Logan,” Luke smirked, “have you used your stash yet?”

“Does this look like a rave?” Logan smirked. He accepted a cup of beer from Sean. “You?”

Sean smirked, “Luke gave his to Dick. I saw him trying to drug Madison just a second ago.”

“I doubt Madison Sinclair would drink anything Dick handed her,” Logan grinned. “She’s on Atkins. All she drinks is water.”

Luke snickered, “We watched her bitch him out for giving her a cup of calories.”

“Hey, did I see you come in with Veronica Mars?” Sean asked. “I thought Duncan was over her.”

“He is,” Logan shrugged. “Ronnie’s good people. Plus it’s always good to be friends with the sheriff.”

“Hey, do you think she could get her dad to wipe some things off my record? I’ll make it worth your while,” he pulled his two vials of liquid X from his pocket.

“Upstanding Sheriff that he is, I doubt even Ronnie’s puppy eyes could con him into doing that. Not that she would try. By her standards, you aren’t good people.”

“Hey, what did I ever do to her?”

Luke laughed, “I believe you called her white trash several times and that she wasn’t good enough to lick your shoe.”

Logan added, “And she retaliated by tricking your chauffeur into believing that you were transferred to Pan High on the day of your big history midterm. What did you end up getting in that class?”

Sean glowered.

“She looks cute and innocent, but she’s got a mean streak,” Logan grinned. “You should’ve watched her play soccer when she was younger. Brutal.”

Luke nodded, “And hot. Those knee socks.”

Logan patted them both on the back. “Tell Dick ‘better luck next time’. I’m going to catch up and see what Ronnie’s up to.”

--

Logan finally found her passed out on a lawn chair by the hot tub. “How much did you drink, Veronica?” he muttered to himself.

She moaned and turned over. “Logan?”

“Hey, Ronnie.” He sat down beside her feet. “I leave you alone for ten minutes and look at you.”

“I don’t feel so good,” she pouted.

He got worried. “How much did you drink, Ronnie?”

She pointed beside her at her half finished cup. “One.”

“Shit.” Logan knew then what had happened. Picking her up, he carried her out of the party.

Duncan saw them. “Where are you going with Veronica?” he demanded.

“The hospital.”

“What? What happened?”

Logan carefully placed her into the passenger seat of his SUV. “Some idiot drugged her.” Running around the front of his car, he climbed in to find that Duncan had gotten in the back. He didn’t say anything as he pulled out his cell phone and called her father. “Mr. Mars?”

“Logan? What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

He gave Keith the Pomeroys’ address and told him that he was taking Veronica to the hospital.

Keith frowned, “I’ll meet you there.”

Logan stopped his car at the door and ran around to carry Veronica into the hospital. A nurse met him. He explained quickly what was wrong and they put her on a gurney and wheeled her away.

Logan and Duncan sat in the waiting room, barred from going in with her.

Keith rushed into the hospital. “Where is she?”

“They took her back to be examined,” Logan said. “Blood tests and stuff.”

“What happened?”

Logan swallowed audibly. “She was drugged… GHB.”

Keith narrowed his eyes. “You know who did it?”

“I know who had the drugs.” Logan admitted, “Some of us went to Mexico last weekend. We picked some up.”

“You brought my daughter to a party knowing full well that there were drugs there?”

“No,” Logan denied. “I didn’t know they were bringing it. We were planning on going to a rave later in the month…” he trailed off, knowing he wasn’t helping his case.

“Where did you keep the drugs?” Keith asked.

“At home. I wasn’t going to bring them… not when Veronica was with me.”

He took a deep, calming breath. “Who had the drugs?”

Logan shook his head, “I’m not going to tell you that. I will tell you who I think was responsible for drugging her.”

--

Veronica groaned as she opened her eyes. Not recognizing her surroundings, she tried to sit up.

“Hey, stay down,” Keith ordered. “You need to rest.”

She frowned, “Dad?”

“Honey, how are you feeling?”

“Dehydrated… and my head’s pounding.”

“Do you remember what happened?”

Thinking for a minute, she said, “I met Logan at Shelley’s party. He went to say ‘hi’ to Luke and Sean. Someone passed me a drink and I was talking to my friends when I got really dizzy. I don’t remember what happened after.”

“You were drugged.”

“What?” she struggled to sit up then.

“The drink you had had GHB in it,” he said clearly, so that she would understand.

“Who?”

“Dick Casablancas and Madison Sinclair.”

“Why?”

Keith sighed, “It seems that Dick had the bright idea to drug his girlfriend, but since she’s on Atkins, she wouldn’t drink it. She decided to pass it off to you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“We raided the party. We found the cup you were drinking from. A couple of your peers were arrested for drug possession. I let off most for the underage drinking.”

“Dick and Madison?”

“Madison will do community service, but Dick’s in serious trouble.”

She fell back on the bed. “Are you mad at me?”

He kissed her forehead. “No, but there will be some serious grounding.”

--

Veronica made it back to school after her weekend trapped at home. She smiled when she saw Logan. “Hey, thanks for taking care of me.” She wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

He smirked, “No problem, Ronnie.” He frowned, “I’m just sorry that it happened.”

“It’s not your fault,” she looked up at him with her serious face. She glowered, “If anyone’s at fault, it’s Dick.” She said his name with such disgust that Logan had to laugh.

“Yeah, well Dick’s going to be spending the next couple months in juvie. He’s lucky he’s still a minor or your dad would have probably tossed him in jail and thrown away the key.”

“No, he’d probably place the key just out of Dick’s reach, taunting him.”

“Of course, psychological warfare.”

She laughed.

“So it seems that you’re no worse for wear after your experience,” Logan studied her. “You’re sure you’re alright.”

She nodded. “Things could have been a lot worse. Who knows what would have happened to me if you hadn’t been there?” She sighed, “As it is, I’m on house arrest for the next two weeks. I’m grounded until Christmas break. So school and then home. I am allowed to go pick up my car though. Deputy Lamb dropped it off at the impound yard.”

“I’ll drive you after school.”

“Can’t. You’re public enemy number one at the Mars house right now.”

“Moi? What did I do?” He placed his hand over his heart, “I’m harmless.”

Veronica looped her arm around his and started leading him down the hall for class. “Dad has decided to blame you for getting me drugged. You’re not allowed to come over for at least a week and I’m not supposed to go anywhere alone with you until I’m ungrounded.”

“I can’t believe he’s blaming me. I’m the one that took you to the hospital.”

“Yeah, but you freely admitted – at least to him – that you had GHB too.”

“I dumped it.”

“But you had it.”

Logan dropped his head in defeat. “Fine. I guess I’ll find someone else to copy my homework off of.”

“Here’s a thought: You could do it yourself.”

“And waste all my napping time? Impossible.”

She giggled and shoved him into his class. “I’ll meet you outside for lunch. Order me sushi.”

--

Veronica arrived in the quad just as Logan was paying the delivery man. She skipped up behind him and took the food. Sitting down at an empty table, she laid everything out. “Oh, unagi.”

“Save me the cucumber rolls,” Logan called, knowing that she would eat everything if she had the chance.

Duncan joined them. “Is there enough for me?”

“Yeah, man. Pull up a chair,” Logan said as he sat down.

Veronica mixed wasabi and soy sauce as the boys made plans to play poker during the break. “Oh, can I play?”

Logan and Duncan exchanged looks.

“Do you even know how?” Logan smiled.

“No,” she said slowly. “But it can’t be too hard if you guys play.”

The boys laughed at her absurd comment, each grabbing a dish of wasabi-soy-sauce mix from in front of her.

Duncan said indulgently, “It’s a thousand dollars. I don’t think you want to play.”

“You guys could buy me in,” she smiled. “What’s a thousand dollars between the two of you? It’s chump change.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “Fine, but no whining when you lose.”

“Yay.” She clapped her hands, bouncing in her chair. She picked up her salmon sushi, dipping it in her sauce. She frowned when it wasn’t hot enough. “Uh oh.” She covered her mouth with her hand as she looked at the other two boys.

“Too hot?” Logan asked.

Duncan was chuckling when suddenly the burning heat hit his nose. “Water,” he demanded as his face turned bright red and his eyes teared.

Logan and Veronica burst into laughter.

--

Veronica sat a little awkwardly beside Duncan as he drove her to the impound yard. Lunch had been relaxed and felt normal because Logan had been there, but now that they were alone, she remembered that she and Duncan hadn’t really spoken to each other since well before Lilly died.

She played with the straps of her backpack waiting for the ride to be over.

“So,” Duncan finally broke the silence, “are you okay?”

She gave him a confused look, saying slowly, “I’m fine.”

“I meant after what happened at Shelley’s party. Are you okay.”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. The doctors flushed everything out of my system. No ill side effects.”

“That’s good.”

“My dad told me that you were waiting with Logan at the hospital,” she said. “Thanks.”

“I was worried,” he softly in explanation.

“I know.”

Silence fell over the car again.

Veronica bit her lip and asked, “How are you?”

He shot her a look, before responding. “I’m dealing. Mom and dad have been so busy working to get Mr. Echolls the death penalty that I don’t think they’ve had time to grieve. You should have seen dad when he found out that Mr. Echolls was sleeping with Lilly.”

“Did you know?” she asked softly.

Duncan shook his furiously. “I had no idea. When I heard… I couldn’t believe it.”

“Yeah, me neither.” Veronica sighed, “But it made a kind of weird sense.”

He looked ashamed, but he nodded. He adjusted his grip on the steering wheel. “I can’t believe that she would do that to Logan.”

“I don’t understand how she could either. Lilly was my best friend and I know we joked a lot about all her boys, but I know she loved Logan.”

“It makes you wonder if you ever really knew her.”

“Yeah.”

Duncan glanced over at her again. “So… you and Logan.”

“What about me and Logan?”

“You’re dating now?” he said hesitantly.

“No. We’re friends.” Veronica gave him an odd look. “You know, you’re the second person who asked me that.”

He shrugged, “It just seems… You two seem very close.”

“I guess we are.” She smiled wryly, “We bonded over ice cream and broken hearts.” When she realized what she said, she shot him an awkward glance, “Sorry.”

“No, it’s the truth.” He pulled his SUV into the impound yard. “I was an ass to break up with you.”

“Why did you?”

He wouldn’t meet her eyes for a moment, trying to decide what he would say. Duncan finally turned to face her. “It’s because you’re my sister.”

--

“Veronica, what part of being grounded do you not understand?” Keith asked as she entered the house. “You were supposed to come home straight after school.”

“I went to the impound yard,” she said apologetically. “I thought you knew. You said I could pick up my car.”

“I took you until six to pick up your car?” he said, not believing her story.

“Duncan told me-”

“Come on, guys, dinner’s ready,” Lianne said smiling.

Keith watched his daughter’s entire demeanor change.

“I’m not hungry,” Veronica said coldly and then stormed up the stairs.

Looking at his wife, Keith asked, “Did you two have an argument?”

“Not that I’m aware of.”

“I’ll go talk to her.”

--

“Go away!” Veronica yelled at the soft knock on her door.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Keith asked, as came to sit beside her on the bed.

She turned over to look at him. “Did you know that mom and Jake Kane were high school sweethearts?”

Surprised by the question, Keith answered honestly. “No. I knew that they knew each other from school, but you know I’m not from Neptune. I transferred here after I became a deputy.”

“Duncan told me that mom and Jake were high school sweethearts… that they were the perfect couple in their class. Everyone expected them to get married.”

Keith was confused, “So you’re mad that your mom married me instead of Jake?”

“No!” Veronica said emphatically, “Of course not!”

“Then I still don’t understand why you just gave your mother the cold shoulder.”

She bit her lip. “Duncan told me why he broke up with me.”

“He broke up with you because your parents used to date? I’m going to beat the little punk up for you.”

“He broke up with me because I’m his sister,” she said softly.

Keith blinked. “What did you say?”

“I didn’t believe him either, but we went to his house and he showed me pictures of Jake and mom together at hotels and her meeting him in his office. They’re having an affair.” She shook her head, “I didn’t want it to be true.”

Keith clenched his jaw, pulling her into his arms for a hug. “It’s not true, honey. You’re mine.”

“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly.

He gave her a smiled. “What, you don’t believe me?” He kissed her forehead. “How about this? Give me some of your hair and I’ll send it off to get tested. Then you’ll have proof that your mine.”

“But what if I’m not?”

He said sincerely, “Well then, you’re still mine.”

Veronica hugged him tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

--

Logan nudged Veronica’s shoulder at lunch. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? You’ve been so tense lately.”

“No, I haven’t,” she said defensively.

“Sean accidentally bumped into you and you stomped on his foot. He’s been limping around for days.”

She sighed and let herself lean on his shoulder. “I’m waiting for some life altering news.”

“What? Are you sick or something?” he asked worriedly.

“No, nothing like that.” She reassured. Looking around, she made sure that no one was within listening distance. “I’m waiting to find out who my father is.”

Logan clapped his hand on her forehead. “Did you suffer from a fever or something? Did you get amnesia? Even I know who your father is. He’s the scary Sheriff that’s responsible for sending my murdering, adulterous father to prison.”

She pulled his hand from her forehead and rolled her eyes at him. “I know who dad is. I just don’t know if he’s my biological father.”

“Huh?”

“I guess your dad and my mom have something in common.” Veronica looked down at her hands. “My mom had an affair.”

Logan was shocked. He asked softly, “With who?”

“Jake Kane,” she said so softly that he barely heard.

“I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you correctly. Did you say Jake Kane?”

She nodded.

“How did you find out?”

“Duncan told me.”

Logan sat up straighter in realization. “That’s why he broke up with you.”

She nodded again.

“I can’t believe it.”

He saw how dejected she was and wrapping his arm around her, he pulled her to lean against his shoulder,. “It’s going to be okay,” he said, comfortingly. Trying to make her smile, he added, “Look on the bright side. If Jake Kane is your father, you can sue him for everything he’s worth. You can buy that pony you always wanted.”

Veronica started laughing. Her body shook against him, as she turned her face into his shoulder to wipe the tears of laughter and worry seeping from her eyes. “You really know how to make a girl feel better.”

“Come on, I’ll buy you some ice cream.”

--

Veronica and Keith sat on opposite sides of his office desk. He was leaning back in his chair. She had her chin propped on the arms she had crossed on the table. Both were staring at the envelope placed in front of them.

“You open it,” Veronica ordered.

“You,” Keith pushed the envelope towards her.

She pushed it back. “It was sent to you. I could be arrested for opening your mail.”

He pushed it back. “I’m not going to report you.”

“Dad,” she whined, giving him her best puppy eyes as she pushed it back to him. “Please.”

Cracking, he picked up the envelope. About to open it, he set it back down. “We don’t need to know. You’re my daughter, no matter what this piece of paper says.”

“And you’re my dad, but we still need to know.” She shook her head, “I can’t believe you’re trying to cop out on this.”

“I am not,” he said indignantly.

“Then open it.”

Taking a breath, he picked up the envelop again and tore it open. Pulling out the sheet of paper, he read it.

“Well?” she asked expectantly.

Keith grinned and opened his arms wide. “Who’s your daddy?”

She shrieked in delight, running around the table and hugging him tightly. “Yeah, you are.” Plucking the letter from his fingers, she read the words for herself. She clutched the letter to her chest and sighed in relief. “Looks like I won’t be getting that pony after all.”

He smiled, “What?”

“It’s a joke. Something Logan told me.” She clapped her hand on his bald head, “Let’s go celebrate.”

“Luigi’s?”

“Ooh, manicotti.”


--

Logan shuffled the cards again as he waited for his guests to arrive. He saluted Connor for arriving on time. “No last minute shoot?”

The movie star smirked, “I wasn’t on set today. It’s Christmas, man. Even actors take holidays.”

“Right.” He held out his hand for the money. “Help yourself to food and beverages. The others should be here.”

“Who’s coming?”

“The usual suspects. Sean, Duncan… and Veronica.”

“Veronica?” Connor said in surprise.

“That’s me,” she said cheerfully as she let herself into the Echolls pool house. She introduced herself, “Veronica Mars.”

“Connor Larkin.” Connor looked down at the short blond. “You’re playing?”

“Yes, I am.” She took a seat beside Logan.

“Don’t worry, Connor. Easy money.” Logan pushed her hand away as she tried to take the money.

Veronica snatched the stack anyway. “I resent that. I’m sure I can pick this game up quickly enough.”

He tried to grab the money back, but she held on to it with a tight grip. “Veronica,” he said warningly.

“I don’t trust you to count. After all, you are failing math.”

“It doesn’t take geometry to count money. Now give it.”

“Fine.” She let go. She bounced out of her chair. “Do you have any Skist?”

“In the fridge.”

Veronica grabbed her drink and a straw and sat back down.

Logan studied her. “You seem happier today.”

“It’s been a great day.” She sipped happily.

“Hey, do you think I could get some hot water?” Connor interrupted. “I’m drinking tea.”

“The kettles behind the counter.” Logan gestured behind him, not taking his attention away from Veronica. “Why such a great day?”

“I got some important news yesterday.”

He caught on. “And?”

She grinned, “No pony.”

Her grin was contagious. “That’s great.”

Connor raised an eyebrow. “‘No pony’?”

“Inside joke,” Logan explained.

“Okay.” Not pursuing the subject, he went in search of the kettle.

Veronica leaned back in her chair with a sigh. “Dad took me to Luigi’s yesterday to celebrate. I’m still full.”

“Manicotti?” he smirked.

She pouted, “How’d you know?”

“Your birthday last year. Duncan and I watched you pack it away. We were surprised you didn’t explode.”

Changing the subject, she asked, “So who are we waiting for?”

“Duncan, and Sean.”

“Watch Sean,” she said absently.

Logan frowned, “Why?”

“Dad ran a background check on him – you know after the whole drug incident and he was caught for possession – Sean has a shoplifting problem.”

“You’re dad told you this?”

“No,” she said innocently, “I may have accidentally overheard his conversation with Deputy Saks.”

Logan shook his head in disbelief. He shrugged, “Then I guess I’ll just make sure that the money box is between the two of us.”

“How do I know you won’t steal it?” she asked teasingly.

“Why would I need to steal?”

“Maybe it’s the start of your life of crime.”

He didn’t get a chance to respond because Duncan and Sean arrived.

Sean stopped in the door when he spotted Veronica. “Keep her away from me.”

“How are your feet, Sean?” she asked sweetly.

“Cute,” he said sarcastically. He handed his money over to Logan and sat down on the other side of him.

Duncan grinned, “I feel lucky tonight.” He lifted his bottle of whiskey in salute. “Hey, man,” he greeted Logan, handing over his money.

Logan nodded as he counted. “You’re short.”

“Right.” Remembering, Duncan pulled another five hundred out to cover Veronica. “Hey, Veronica.”

She smiled, “Duncan. Ready to lose your money?”

Taking the seat beside her, he asked, “Didn’t you hear me before? I said that I felt lucky tonight.”

She laughed. “And that means everything?”

“Of course,” he smiled.

Logan clapped his hands together, when Connor took his seat. “Are we ready to play?”

Veronica nodded, “Once you teach me how.”

--

“Poker just doesn’t seem to be your game,” Sean commented as Veronica lost another hand.

“Leave her alone,” Connor said, “she’s still learning.”

Logan dealt the next hand. Everyone took turns increasing the bid. It was up to one hundred dollars with four cards on the table when it was Veronica’s turn.

She peeked at her cards. Leaning over, she whispered to Logan, “Two Aces is a good thing, right?”

All the guys overheard, groaned and folded.

“Congratulations, Ronnie. You won your first hand,” Logan pushed the chips over to her. “One thousand, two hundred and forty dollars.”

She frowned in confusion, “How’d that happen? My cards suck.”

The guys blinked at her in disbelief when they saw that she was holding a two of hearts and a seven of clubs.

Sean wanted to scream. “I had triple Jacks.”

Duncan sighed, “Pair of Kings.”

“Flush, Ace high,” Connor groaned.

“Straight.” Logan dropped his head in amusement and looked up at Veronica. “Why’d you ask about the Aces?”

“I was going over the rules in my head,” she shrugged.

--

Connor took his seat again after his bathroom break.

“Small bladder?” Sean asked snidely.

Veronica glared at the pompous, white boy. “Leave him alone. It’s not his fault he has to look pretty.”

Everyone looked at her in confusion.

She rolled her eyes. “The Sun Tea? That diuretic actors drink when they’re about to be half naked in their movie roles such as a metro sexual in ‘Lonely Season’?”

Duncan glanced at the drink curiously.

“You don’t get abs like Connor’s by just working out.”

Logan smirked, “Hey, my abs are much better than his.”

“Right,” she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll prove it to you.” Logan stood. “Connor take off your shirt.”

“What? No way.”

Logan dared him. “Afraid?”

“I usually get paid six figures for this.” Connor narrowed his eyes and then stood. Pulling off his shirt, he asked, “Happy?”

“Damn,” Veronica said appreciatively.

It was Logan’s turn to take off his shirt. He was much more defined than Connor, and equally tanned.

Veronica sighed, “I repeat, damn.” Her eyes followed the hair that trailed beneath Logan’s navel down into his pants. She could feel herself blushing.

“I win,” Logan smirked, as they judged her reaction to the two shirtless boys.

Sean said, “This is ridiculous. Could you please put your shirts back on? We have a game to play.”

--

“I think she’s playing with us,” Connor said, narrowing his eyes.

Veronica had had a sudden turn of luck and had won the last few hands. Her pile of chips was enormous compared to everyone else’s.

She turned and pouted at Logan. “I’m hungry. Feed me?”

“Pizza should be here soon.”

“Make Duncan pay,” she grinned. “He’s too drunk to notice a few bills missing from his wallet.”

“And yet he’s still winning hands,” Connor complained.

Veronica tapped Duncan’s cheek. “Of course, he is. Wait until he starts singing the alphabet. Then he’ll start losing.”

None of the guys noticed Duncan shoot her a worried glance since the pizza guy arrived.

She leaned in and whispered to him. “What is that? Ice tea?”

He blushed to the tips of his ears.

She patted his arm and then took his wallet.

--

The game was down to Veronica and Logan. She had given up her little helpless girl act after she won the last of Duncan’s chips. She was playing for real now.

On the table was a Queen, a ten, an eight and a three.

Logan had a ten and an eight.

Veronica had a ten and a nine.

Logan shook his head. “You’re a little card sharp, aren’t you? You lulled us into complacency and then you stole all our money.”

“I wouldn’t have won, if you knew how to call a bluff,” she smirked.

“Flip the damn card.”

The guys stared with anticipation.

Veronica dropped the last card.

The guys groaned.

“I win,” she said perkily.

“A nine!” Logan shouted incredulously. “One fucking nine.”

“Logan,” she scolded, “language.”

He threw down his unlit cigar and opened the money box.

She pouted and sighed, “I told you to watch the money box.”

It was empty.

--

Sean left first. After emptying his pockets, proving he didn’t have the money on him, he headed home.

Connor leaned back in his chair. “Well, that was fun.”

Logan looked apologetically at Ronnie. “Sorry about the money.”

She shrugged, “It’ll turn up.”

Duncan frowned. “You don’t think any of us took it?”

“Of course not. Connor’s a millionaire, why would he need the money? And I know you wouldn’t take it. You’re trust fund more than makes up for the grand that you lost.”

“Fifteen hundred,” he corrected.

“Right,” she smirked.

“Huh?” Connor asked.

“They covered me,” she explained. “I’m not rich like the rest of you.” She thought for a moment. “Come to think of it, neither is Sean.”

“He has a chauffeur drive him to school everyday,” Logan reminded.

“His dad’s a butler,” she said offhandedly.

“No wonder he’s such a tight wad,” Duncan commented.

Veronica stared at the empty bottles on the table. “Sean brought the big mouth Joe’s, didn’t he?”

“His ‘ghetto aesthetic,’” Logan sneered.

Standing, Veronica reached for the empty bottle on the table. “How many did he have?”

Duncan frowned in confusion. “Two, maybe three.”

Glancing around the room, she found the other two empty bottles. “Aha!” She slammed the bottle down on the table.

Logan scoffed, “He hid the money in the bottle?”

Duncan picked it up. “He didn’t take it though.”

“He couldn’t,” Veronica pointed out. “But what happens to garbage in the 09er zip?”

“He was going to go dumpster diving.” Duncan poured the roll of cash on to the table. “Well, it’s yours.”

She unwound it and began counting.

Logan rolled his eyes. “You really don’t trust me to count?”

“No,” she said smiled. Counting out two five hundred dollar piles, she gave Duncan and Logan each a pile. “Thanks.”

Logan waved the cash like a fan in front of him. “Where’d you learn to play poker, anyway?”

“My dad taught me. I used to play with the deputies on slow nights when I was waiting for dad to get off work.” She pouted, “They won’t play with me anymore.”

--

“Logan?” she opened her window surprised. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d want to ring in the new year with you friends.”

“You’re not my friend?” he smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “Come in.”

“So what are you doing holed up in your room? Where are you parents?” He sat down on the bed beside her after climbing through the window.

“Dad had to work tonight. Mom’s shut up in her room celebrating with her bottle of water.”

He frowned in confusion.

“It’s vodka.”

“Oh.”

She shrugged. “I haven’t really been talking to mom lately anyway. After the whole paternity scare and learning she cheated on dad, I’m not really in the mood.” She sighed, lying back on her bed. “She’s drinking more too.”

“Welcome to the world of having an alcoholic parent,” Logan said bitterly.

Veronica lifted her head to look at him. “Your mom?”

He nodded. He flung himself back to lie next to her. “Chardonnay and sleeping pills. The daily regimen that she’s subscribed to for the last ten years.”

She looked up at her ceiling. “Why are both our moms so screwed up?”

“Hey, at least you have your dad to count on.”

Looking back at him, she said, “You have me.”

Logan looked at her and gave a small smirk. “Same.”

She grinned at him.

“So, Veronica Mars, if your dad’s at work and your mom’s ignoring you, why didn’t you go out for this great holiday?”

“Dad forbid me from going out. He’s still anxious over what happened at Shelley’s. I don’t mind. I’d rather sit this one out, anyway.”

“Had enough of keggers and drunken high school boys?”

“I do hang out with you on a daily basis,” she said.

“Har, har. I’m not drunk,” he said dryly.

“No?” she said in mock skepticism. “I thought that was your default setting.”

“Watch it, Mars. I might feel the need to retaliate against this disparaging of my character.”

“I’m shaking in my boots.”

He pulled out a flask. “Want some?”

“What is it?”

“Scotch.”

“I thought your drink of choice was vodka.”

“Alcohol is my drink of choice.”

“You should drink soda every so often.”

“That orange crap you’re always drinking? No, thanks.”

Veronica caught a glimpse of her clock. “Hey, it’s midnight. Happy New Year.” She leant over and pecked him on the lips.

Started, they looked at each other for a moment.

Then suddenly, Logan rolled over so that he was on top of her and he was kissing her passionately. His hands were at the nape of her neck and around her shoulders. She had buried one hand into his hair and wrapped her arm around his waist.

It was when she let out a soft whimper of pleasure that drew Logan back to his senses and he pulled back.

Both were panting for breath as they took in their position. He was on top of her with his arms wrapped around her and his body cradled between her legs.

“What are we doing?” Logan asked softly, his forehead resting against hers.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly.

He groaned and then rolled off of her.

Laying side by side, they were staring at the ceiling again.

She asked, “Was that weird?”

“No, that’s what makes it weird.”

“You were dating my best friend.”

“Same.”

“You are my exes best friend.”

“Same.”

“That should have been weird.”

“I know.”

She smacked his arm. “Where are all your snarky comments?”

He smirked, “Didn’t think they would be appropriate.”

Veronica pulled herself up to a sitting position. “This is insane.”

--

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Comments

Wow. This is awesome! Its such an interesting point of view. I love it. I can barely take time out to comment, I'm so excited to read part II!

Loved this:
Veronica moaned.

Logan sighed. “I’ll never understand why girls like ice cream so much.”
Fun, although I am confused why Veronica's saying she had a pair of aces would make someone with three jacks or a flush fold, since both of those hands beat two aces...
It's texas hold 'em.

Everyone is dealt two cards.
Five cards are dealt one at a time for all to share.
You try to make the best hand with the seven cards available to you.
I know how to play. But two aces still doesn't beat three jacks or a flush. If you're saying there are two other aces in the community pile or another ace and a pair (the only ways Veronica's hand could beat the flush), then you should really say that in the fic, otherwise it's very confusing.
I didn't want to go into the details of the game... I just thought that the reader would assumer that the community pile would have the cars required for Veronica to be the winner if she had had two aces.
WOW, and I thought when I saw the 28 000 word count I wouldn't be able to finish but this story was so interesting, I just kept right on reading! Off to read the continuation!
God this was awesome.

"She pouted, “They won’t play with me anymore.” "
LMAO!
Fabulous... Fave lines ever in this part:

Logan dropped his head in amusement and looked up at Veronica. “Why’d you ask about the Aces?”

“I was going over the rules in my head,” she shrugged.


“My dad taught me. I used to play with the deputies on slow nights when I was waiting for dad to get off work.” She pouted, “They won’t play with me anymore.”

this story is so good! thanks!!! i can't get enough of it. off to read the continuation.

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I love how the lines from the script were worked-in ... so very light-hearted. My favourite line though: “Do you have any Skist?” that got me loughing out loud - I believe it is also my immaginary friend's favourite sodypop.

Great Job!!!
I love this "what if" version and how some things still happened exactly as they did in the show. Awesome job! I love the Veronica/Logan friendship thing too!
I LOVE this! Pre-series are always my favorite to read, and even if Lilly died, this one is still good. (I have an unnatural attachment to Lilly Kane.) I love how you tie it so well to what really happened. And Logan-Veronica sleepovers? HOT.
Very cool. One tiny little change in the story, and some things stay the same while others go in very different directions.

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