Here is my attempt at a post-series story. It is totally Logan/Veronica based, with some of Veronica and her dad. Little bit of fluff, little bit of angst. Isn't that what life's about? The inspiration is the song Winding Road. It actually doesn't fit the story that much, but it was my inspiration and thematically there is tie from each verse to each chapter, so they lyrics remain on here.

I don't own any part of Veronica Mars... If I did, we would have gotten a better ending for Logan and Veronica.

Well, the rain keeps on coming down
It feels like a flood in my head
And that road keeps on calling me
Screaming to everything lying ahead

Veronica walked out of the community center and into the rain, the events of the day before fresh in her thoughts. She pulled her sweatshirt tighter around her and ran through her conversation with Piz, following Logan's exit again.

She half expected Piz to turn and walk away without talking to her, but he had come over and asked if she was okay. She had nodded. As the crowd had dispersed, they walked over to Veronica's table and sat down. "So Logan found someone else to pound on?" Piz asked as they sat down. "Didn't he ever learn that there are ways to solve conflicts without your fists?"

Veronica knew Piz meant no harm, but she couldn't help and think of Logan's childhood of abuse. How would he have learned something like that? In fact, she thought it was a wonder Logan didn't turn to violence more often than he did. Looking back over the past year, she worked to come up with all the fights she knew Logan had gotten into. She thought Gory and Piz in the past week. She had heard something about him getting arrested and beating up Mercer and Moe in their cell. The common theme of these fights was more than obvious, and Veronica found herself smiling in spite of herself.

Piz noticed her smile and questioned, "What?"

"Nothing," she replied, but couldn't keep her eyes from drifting to the exit Logan had used just a few moments before. "I was just thinking of how many more fights Logan used to get into in high school," she said covering.

If Veronica thought she had covered well she was mistaken. "Always defending your honor then too?" Piz asked bitingly. Veronica looked startled. "Oh come on Veronica, I'm not stupid. I saw the look you guys shared when I came in."

"Piz it wasn't…" Veronica began to defend herself, but Piz interrupted before she could finish.

"Is that what I need to do to be with you, Veronica? Is that what you want from me?"

Veronica dropped her eyes, thinking to herself. Was it what she wanted? She had to admit there was a thrill in the fact that Logan was willing to beat Gory up for her despite his connections. Then she wondered, if it had been Piz who did that would it have the same effect, but she realized Piz would never do that, and that was the heart of the issue. It wasn't that she wanted Piz to get in a fight; he had told her he was a lover not a fighter. It was the defense of her honor on Logan's part that had thrilled her. It was his sign of love, a simple act with an important message – you mean more to me than I do.

She brought her eyes up to Piz and answered him, "No." It was the truth. "That isn't you Piz. But… not wanting it isn't me either. I'm sorry." With that, she stood up and walked out of the student union.

Veronica climbed out of her car at the apartment. It was still raining. She was hoping to find her father at home and was relieved to see his car. She hurried in, out of the rain. He father was making lunch and smiled as he greeted her. "I'm making grilled cheese and tomato soup," he said. "Rainy day food."

Without a word, Veronica walked over and hugged him. It wasn't until she let go that she said, "I'm so sorry dad."

"Things work out the way they are supposed to. Now come on, and have your grilled cheese and soup."

They sat down and ate lunch. Keith had decided to stay away from the office that day, and Veronica was finished with her finals, so they made a father-daughter day of it. They spent the day sitting around watching old noir movies and playing board games, only leaving the apartment during a sun-break to take Backup out on the beach.

In the evening, they watched the election results on the television. They hadn't invited anyone else over after the disappointment the year before. Both Veronica and Keith stared silently at the TV as the results were announced. Then Veronica launched herself over to Keith and hugged him around the neck with a squeal of excitement. Keith kept staring at the screen, almost as if he expected the reported to add a "just kidding". Then the phone began ringing off the hook as Keith took call after call of congratulations. Wallace and Mac both called Veronica's cell phone to offer their congratulations as well, but it was Logan's call that surprised her.

Eventually, Keith unplugged the phone and went to bed. He kissed Veronica goodnight and said something about his big day tomorrow. She smiled, telling him that she was going to go out for a bit.

Veronica found herself standing at Logan's door hesitant to knock once again. The last time she had felt this way, she would have been better off leaving. She wondered if that would be the case again. Despite the fear in her stomach, she raised her hand and knocked.

Logan answered the door and looked more than a little shocked, but he didn't say anything. Veronica was at a loss for words; now that she was here, she didn't know what to say, so she just stared back at him. Finally, she asked, "Why'd you do it? I told you he was connected. Why did you still beat him up?"

"You know why Veronica, or you wouldn't be here," Logan replied stepping closer to him.

"Please Logan, I need you to say it," Veronica pleaded taking her own step toward him. They were so close now that she could feel his breath on her forehead.

"I did it because he hurt you. And if it were in my control nobody would ever hurt you." He stopped and just looked at her for a moment. Then he lifted a hand to her face. "I did it because I love you, Veronica."

Veronica didn't say a word. She just grabbed Logan behind his neck and kissed him. She felt his hands wrap around her waist and he lifted her off the ground never breaking the kiss. Logan continued to carry her backward into his bedroom where they toppled over onto the bed. Their kisses were only broken as they hurriedly shed their clothes.