Disclaimer: God, I wish I owned Veronica Mars. I hate Stosh Piznarski, I mean, I really hate his guts. And Parker. They screwed up everything. Well, since I don't own it, much to my displeasure( I have great plans for the show), fanfics will have to feed my fancy.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, absent-mindedly twisting her hair. No, that's wrong, I think, Veronica's never absent-minded. "What's going on? What's wrong?" I ask, genuinely concerned. "Oh Logan, don't worry, nothing's happening, it's just, you know, my Dad's on a case right now, and I'm really worried about him…," she trails off. 'After what happened on his last case, you mean?" She begins to cry , and backs away from me, choking out, 'Yeah, I mean, I know, it's silly, but…" " No it's not silly," I say, holding out my arms. "You're just afraid that something will happen to him. But he knew the risk when he took the case and left. If he wasn't sure about it, he wouldn't have left. Although, I'm not sure what you would do in a similar situation." She chuckles, and lets out a sob. 'Come here," I say, taking her into my arms, and wiping the tears from her cheeks. She swallows hard, " I know, I just am still scared." "Well, you don't have to be, Ronnie, because, I'll stay with you, and keep you warm, and happy, and laughing!" I shout as I begin to tickle her incessantly. She giggles, screaming" Logan, stop that THIS INSTANT," raising her voice. 'Sorry honey,' I mutter, " God, we're such an old married couple." "Logan, you know that I love you, right?" she says, worried. " Of course, Veronica, of course I know, and I love you too. Come over here." She daintily plucks herself from the couch, and saunters over to me, in the kitchen. " Come on Ronnie, let's go to bed." As we begin to enter the bedroom of my suite, I stop, worried. "Wait, Veronica, what if your Dad calls you at home?" "Oh, Logan, you don't really think that I'm that forgetful, do you? Before I came over here, I set it up so that all calls will come here instead of there.' "Okay then, now, let's see about subtracting your clothes from this equation." Chuckling, she says, " Well then, if mine have to go, then so do yours." " Gladly, Ronnie, gladly," I say, hoisting her over my shoulder." Logan, put me down. Or, I'll tell my Dad what you just said to me." " Oh no, please don't, he'll kill me." 'Exactly," she says, only slightly put out by all of this.

Author: Okay, so there it is. My first fanfic I've ever posted. I mean, I have a whole binder full of finished stories, but I'm just worried to put them up, afraid of rejection. So, just give it to me clean, and don't try and be easy with me. I want harsh reviews, basically just speak(or type) your mind, and I'll take every comment, good or bad, into consideration. In other words, I won't hold it against you.

Also, future chapters will be longer, I just didn't want to waste my time if no one is going to end up reading this.

Till next time, your faithful author, Smagoo.