Because I don't like to change what already is, I'm obsessed with what never was...

So here is another, slightly harsher take on what happened after that last episode.

Hurricane Veronica

Chapter One: What I've Done

Wow, do you see that crap behind you? It's the remains of lives torn apart by Hurricane Veronica. So Logan wanted "epic", but no one else in your life begged for bloodshed and lives lost. You have really gone and mucked it up now. So just go ahead and knock on that door, girl, and face the consequences of your devastating path.

2 hours earlier:

"Well, well. I expected the tongue lashing, just not so soon. Shouldn't you be with your boyfriend?"

"Drop the jackass routine, Logan. I'm not in the mood."

"Fine. Come in. But, seriously, could you not wait 24 hours before coming to let me have it."

"What the hell were you thinking, Logan? Did you not understand what I meant by "connected"? Do I have to draw you a picture?"

"No, I think I figured it out, thanks."

"Then why in the hell would you do something so crazy as hitting a made man?"

"He's not a man. You'd have to show me his f*ckin' balls to prove he is male."

"Logan…"

"Because he pissed me off, Veronica."

"Do you go around hitting everything that pisses you off?"

He cocked his head to the side and gave her a look that was a trademark of his, but before his smart ass answer could retort, she stopped him.

"Sorry, stupid question. But do you have a death wish on this one?"

"Because I love you, Veronica. I f*cking love you. I always f*cking have and I always f*cking will. He hurt you, so I hurt him. There. Satisfied?"

Logan ran his hand through his short mane and fell on the couch, exasperated, muttering "F*ck" under his breath.

Veronica wasn't shocked at his answer, just stunned he said it out loud.

"If it's your life lost, it doesn't really count as epic, does it? That would sort of fall under tragic."

"You remember?"

"Like I could ever forget."

He stared into her eyes, remembering that night he also poured out his heart to this girl. They were in high school then, and even though it was only a year later – it felt like a decade. They were both different now. A year can change a lot between two people.

She stood before him just as conflicted as she had been the night he first used that word, "epic." She really felt more like they belonged in the tragedy column with Romeo and Juliet. Ill-fated lovers, destined to be apart forever.

But here, now, as they both stood, remembering a love story that was truly epic in proportion to anything their teenage friends could imagine, they forgot everything and everyone else. They crossed the distance to each other in a swift, easy movement. Veronica dropped her bag as Logan wrapped his arms around her. He lifted her up and stumbled towards his room. He barely made it inside before they began ripping each other's clothes off. Somewhere in the back of her mind was a thought about a boy—a different boy than the one she was with now—but she couldn't remember his name. She was forgetting her own name. She was completely consumed by a fire she thought had been extinguished.

As they lay in each other's arms, the euphoria began to wear off and reality slowly seeped back into their consciousness.

"If every part of our relationship worked like that part—we would never have had problems."

"Well, " Logan said, smiling on the jackass grin he could, "if we did more of that part and less of the other stuff, we wouldn't have had to worry about it."

"The great communicator…"

"What's to communicate? That's your department. No matter what we're doing, it always ends with you screaming my name."

"Logan!"

"See…"

"Damn it, what have we done? What about Piz? And Parker?"

"Parker dumped me ten minutes after I beat the shit out of Piz. And if he's still hanging on, Veronica….that's just cruel."

Veronica raised up and turned to face Logan.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You can't tell me that you just came here and did what we did expecting to go back to Piz and everything was going to be okay."

"Do you think I meant for any of this to happen?"

"Why did you come here, then, Veronica? What the f*ck did you think would happen? God, Veronica, do you ever think? You're like a hurricane—just leaving us little people in your life trampled in your wake."

Veronica stared at him, wanting to be angry, but knowing he was right. She sighed and threw her head back down on the pillow.

"I didn't mean to hurt him…or you…or Parker…or my dad…"

Logan rolled over on one arm and stroked her hair with his other.

"Veronica, the poor kid had to know what he was getting into. And as for hurting him….well, that ship sailed the day he laid eyes on you."

Hurt, Veronica turned her head from him.

"Thanks, Logan."

He grabbed her face gently and turned it back to meet his.

"I just meant that there is no way a man can't look at you and not fall instantly in love. But you're a heartbreaker, Veronica Mars. Mine's in a million tiny pieces. The only difference is—that's just how I like it."

"You're sadistic."

"Only for you, my dear."

"I really do have to go. I have to…"

"If he doesn't already get it, hon, he's the most clueless dude in the universe."

"Logan, I have to talk to him. I have to…apologize."

"Yeah, 'cause that will make it better."

"Damn, could you try to be a bigger jackass right now?"

"What, do you want me to sugar coat it for you? There's a reason you came knocking on my door and not his."

"After you stormed out of the cafeteria, he left, too. I tried talking to him, but he said he just needed some time alone."

"See, he's not so clueless after all. Besides, if you really wanted to work things out – you wouldn't have come here first."

Veronica was silent. She knew Logan was right, but admitting that would be admitting her guilt. What kind of heartless bitch sleeps with the guy who just beat up your boyfriend? The same heartless bitch who betrays her best friend…and oh yeah, screws up another election for her dad. One Veronica Mars.

"Will you at least come back tonight?"

"Seriously, Logan?" she asked, almost angry.

"Not for this…to talk. I mean, where does this leave us?"

Unable to answer that question, she answered the first…

"No, I can't…the election…I've really made a mess this time, Logan."

"This time?"

"Look, I've got a lot of shit to straighten out with my dad…"

"Can I help?"

"How?"

"I don't know…I…"

"Thanks, Logan, but I've got to figure this out on my own. I'm not putting you off, just …"

"It's okay. I understand. Call me when you can, okay?"

"Okay."

She walked out of the all-too-familiar suite of the Neptune Grand, her head pounding with the troubles she had. And, successfully, she'd just added another. Veronica had absolutely no clue what the hell she was doing…and for the first time in a very long time…it scared the hell out of her.