Title: At the Bottom

Rating: K+

Summary: The first thought that entered his mind as he slowly came to consciousness was that he was never going to drink again.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

The first thought that entered his mind as he slowly came to consciousness was that he was never going to drink again. It was a vow that he often made in the mornings after one of his drinking binges, and one that he would usually forget about until he found himself once again heaving on the side of the road during one of his many tequila runs to Mexico. But this time he actually meant it.

It felt like the worst hangover he had ever experienced. His head was throbbing and he could feel the churning in his stomach that he learned from past experience always led to fun times with his head in the toilet. Logan tried to remember exactly how much he had had to drink last night, but he soon realized that thinking only made the pain in his head intensify. So he just gave up and leaned back into his pillow, hoping that maybe he could just sleep most of it off.

But whatever his head was resting on was way too hard to be his pillow. After a moment he also noticed that he was not lying down, but instead sitting up with the side of his face leaning against something cold and smooth. He tried to lift his head to see where he was, but instantly realized what a mistake that was when the sharpening pain left him gasping for air.

"Stay still, Logan," he heard a far away voice say. The voice sounded familiar, but the spikes of pain lancing through his brain would not allow him to grasp onto any thoughts long enough for him to recognize it. Logan felt something soft brush against his forehead and he attempted to open his eyes, but his heavy eyelids would not comply.

Slowly, he managed to slightly crack his eyes open. There was movement from the corner of his eye and he tried to focus as a blonde form came into his line of vision. She hovered over him and he watched the lights dance around her like a halo. Her hand gently touched the side of his face, causing him to wince. "Lilly," he murmured as he squirmed away from her painful touch.

The hand momentarily stilled, but then continued its tender probing. "Just stay still, Logan," she repeated. There was an edge to the voice now that caught Logan's attention and he narrowed his eyes until the face comes into focus.

"Veronica?" he mumbled. Lilly was dead, the elusive thought that had managed to worm its way through the skull crushing pain reminded him. It was not Lilly. It could not be Lilly.

Veronica's face once again slid out of focus, but he saw her silhouette nod. "Bingo."

"Where… Where are we?" Logan asked, closing his eyes as he tried to swallow against the rising bile.

"You don't remember?"

He knew better than to try to shake, let alone move, his head. "No," he groaned.

Logan heard her sigh. "Yup, definitely a concussion," she muttered.

"Concussion?" he repeated, slowly opening his eyes again.

"Yea, you hit your head pretty hard," she told him, as she pressed something to his forehead.

He jerked away from the pain. "Don't," he tried to snarl, though it sounded more like a whimper than he was willing to admit.

"Stop moving. I need to stop the bleeding," she chastised, although the pressure did somewhat lessen.

"I don't…" Logan paused, trying to remember what he wanted to say. His mind was a tangled mess. It seemed like every coherent thought was just outside of his reach. "Where are we?"

Veronica stared at him for a moment. Then she raised a hand in front of his face. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

He watched the blurry fingers sway in front of him. "I don't know," he mumbled. "Stop moving them."

"I'm not," she said, dropping her hand back in her lap.

Logan glared, wanting to argue with her, but he just did not have the energy. He wanted to know why she was here. Why she was helping him. Why she looked so worried about him all of a sudden even though she had not given two shits about him after Lilly died.

When she had chosen her father.

When she had helped destroy the Kanes.

When she had helped destroy Logan.

He looked around at his blurring, swaying surroundings, before his gaze fell back on her. "There two of you," he slurred, staring at the Veronicas looking down at him worriedly. His eyes began to drift shut. "One's bad 'nuf."

"Logan, stay awake," he heard her order as he felt something shake his shoulder. "I need you to stay awake until…" But he never heard the rest as her voice receded into the background and he sank into the welcoming nothingness.

A/N: So this is a one-shot that I had been working on for forever and I could just never finish so I decided to post what I started in order to force myself to finish. For anyone who cares, I am making a solemn oath right now that I will finish this in about three chapters and then have a new chapter of Shattered up by the end of my spring break (March 15). And if I don't, you all have permission to throw rotten tomatoes at me