A/N: After a chat with Christy...she told me to absolutely not post another oneshot before I posted the next chap of Escaping Neptune...so here's the oneshot that literally popped into my head the minute I was forbidden to write one. It's set in season two, before Veronica knows Duncan visits Meg in the hospital all the time. So I guess there are spoilers through Donut Run? Warning about the strong language ahead. And this is not so fluffy...and sort of angsty...

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Duncan sauntered into the hotel room with a smirk on his face. Logan looked up from the book he'd been reading to acknowledge his roommate's presence. He instantly felt the urge to wipe the shit-eating grin off Duncan's face, knowing all too well what was coming.

"Should I be looking for yellow feathers?" Logan questioned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Duncan couldn't figure out how he could come in with a royal flush and still not beat whatever hand Logan would throw back at him.

"Maybe I should enlist the services of your doe-eyed detective." Logan nudged, emphasizing the word he knew would make the other boy uneasy. Duncan just stared at Logan dumbfounded, waiting for the explanation. "You know, to search for the canary?"

"What canary?" Duncan asked in agitation. Logan sighed.

"You came in looking like the cat that ate the canary." He explained, thoroughly ruining the moment. Veronica would have gotten that. Hell, even Lilly would have gotten that. Maybe even Dick!

"Right." Duncan answered, frustrated that he hadn't been able to use the line he'd rehearsed in the elevator when he had assumed Logan would ask him why he was smiling. He went for it anyway. "I just spent some time inside paradise." The scowl he expected from Logan didn't come, disappointing Duncan. Determined to get a reaction, he pressed on. "It was a lot tighter than I expected. I mean, you'd think going back, I'd be used to it, but every time, is just as amazing."

Logan released the tension in his jaw only when he tasted blood in his mouth from biting his lower lip. It was damn near impossible, but he reigned himself in, resigned to not let Duncan win. "Oh, hey. Speaking of tight, your girlfriend's sister called."

"Veronica doesn't have a sister." Duncan frowned, wondering how it was possible Logan didn't get that he had implied that he'd been having sex with her. He would at least have some sort of reaction if he understood, right? Like at least some sort of dramatic stomping out of the room? That's Logan's usual MO.

"Not the one you just fucked. The unconscious one." Logan remarked without emotion. Duncan's shoulders drooped when he realized Logan just didn't care where he'd been.

"Lizzie called? Did she leave a message?"

"She wants to meet you at the hospital tonight." Logan smirked at him, not failing to miss that Duncan hadn't corrected him. Duncan realized his error much too late.

"And Meg isn't my girlfriend." He replied defensively.

"Right. So, what time is it?" Logan queried.

"Time for you to get a watch." Duncan challenged.

"Original." Logan deadpanned. "She wanted to meet you at ten."

"Crap! It's 10:05!" Duncan turned and ran toward the door all the while dialing a number on his cell phone. The second the door closed, Logan chucked his book across the room.

"Fuck you very much, you fucking asshole!" He muttered. Logan sulked against the couch until the phone rang some time later.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Logan?" Veronica inquired.

"What?"

"Is Duncan there? He's not answering his cell."

"Who is this?" Logan needled her.

"You know this is Veronica, jerk."

"Ah, calling for the post-nookie wrap up? He's not here. You should keep better tabs on your playthings."

"Would you at least tell him I called?" Her voice gave away her sorrow at not finding her boyfriend home. Logan punched the couch cushion as he realized how badly he wanted to comfort her.

"Is that all? I've got better things to do than be your fuck buddy's secretary."

"Do you have to be such an ass?" She complained.

"No. But it makes me happy to know it annoys you."

"Whatever." She grumbled.

"Goodbye, Veronica." He hung up on her. "Your boyfriend is a lying cheating prick! And you're too hung up on your perfect little perfect couple-ness to even notice. " He yelled at the phone. "And damn it Echolls, you're losing it. Get a grip already." He demanded of himself. "She loves him and you are a fucking loser." He moved across the room, picked up his book and went into his room, slamming the door behind him.

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