This takes place a week after the season 3 finale- the day after the election results were announced. Just an attempt to write the story a real ending for myself, or for you readers as well. (Still, fellow fans, if you haven't already, do send an email to VeronicaMarsMovie [at] warnerbros [dot] com, saying why you think a VM movie should be made. Let's still try to get a real ending!)
You remember when Wallace called me a marshmallow and teased me for being 'soft'? It's anything but me, I would say. But today, yesterday, and the past week has been an exception. Dad lost the elections. Because of me. I thought this was his time, you know? I thought this was Neptune's time for change. Our time for a better, grander life. But because of my nosy self, because of my hunger for vengeance, karma hit not just me, but the person I love the most, in the face. Dad's been coming in on my room just to stare at me every hour, and I think he knows what's inside my head. He just doesn't know what to say.
So I decided to finally stand up and talk to him.
"Dad?" He was in the kitchen, making my favorite lasagna.
"Yes, honey?" Nothing changed with him. Not even a glint of sadness from the loss.
"I'm sorry. You know I'm sorry."
"I do."
I tried my best not to sob. I didn't want him to see me like that. But I couldn't help myself. "You'd have won, you know? And it's because of me that you didn't. I'm sorry, Dad, I know you've always wanted this, and you know I've always wanted this for you, I just... I was stupid, and careless, and I wasn't thinking. Dad, I..."
He cut me off. "Veronica," he said as he dropped the spoon and walked towards me. He patted my hair and gave out a little smile. "You are the most important thing in the world to me. You know I did what I did knowing the consequences. I love you way more than I love the job, and there's nothing I want more than to be at home with my daughter. To be in my office, with you snooping around my files, finding which cases you can help me with. I love you, kid. You're the only thing that matters to me. Do you understand?"
I nodded, still unable to hold my tears. He pulled me and locked me in a hug, and I could hear Wallace teasing me in my mind, but I didn't care. I whispered "I love you," to Dad's ears and made sure he knew he was the most important thing to me as well. I felt his cheek widen as I imagined he would smile.
As for Logan and Piz... I'm pretty sure you know how that ended. Piz was a great guy, and I liked him a lot. I wish I fell in love with him; I really wish I did. But Logan, as mashmallow-y as this would sound, will always have a place in the hard-as-rock-heart of Veronica Mars. We were meant for each other. All the fights, all the misunderstandings-even through those, I realized, we would never stop caring for each other. He's my man, and I plan to die with him.
And we will die making history.