A/N: This is my new "story". I put that in quotes because it's not really an on going story, each chapter is a story in itself. I took down every little situation from season 1-2 (and I'm starting to put down a few from 3) that I would like to have changed. And instead of writing a gazillion separate AU ficlets, I decided to put them all together in one story. So each chapter stands alone, and isn't connected in any way to the other chapter/story things. So, they will be in random order. This one is from Season 2, episode 2: Logan didn't go on the class trip--this is what I would have had happen if he did. It's not much different, but you get a little take from a different POV that wasn't originally there. It's kind of short, and it's in Logan's POV. Anyway, R & R! Thanks. -Mac

Dislcaimer: I don't own Veronica Mars...but I got both seasons 1 & 2 on DVD, the soundtrack, and a TV that gets CW to see the new season, so I don't feel so bad.

What If: Scenario #1

What if Logan hadn't skipped the trip to the baseball stadium? What if he had gone on the trip with the rest of his journalism class?

I cannot believe I got talked into this. There are so many places I would rather be right now. Duncan and I aren't even on the best of terms right now and I still he insisted on me coming on this stupid class trip.

My complaints are innumerable. The minute Duncan gets off this bus and Veronica detaches herself from his side he's getting an ear full of them. For one, this is the most uncomfortable heap of a bus. And it smells like shit to boot. I'm stuck here having to watch him and Veronica be all lovey-dovey and touchy-feely two rows in front of me. Not to mention the death glares Meg Manning keeps shooting Veronica. I just don't want to be here. I can't say that enough. I have so many better things I could be doing.

The actual trip was hardly rewarding. We met the mayor and his excessiely chipper daughter. Meeting that baseball player Terrance Cook, or whatever, was kind of cool. But not cool enough to bring this trip into a good light.

Fortuneately Dick got a limo arranged to pick our crowd up. Like I was ever getting back on that bus. It was totally rank. Dick offered a ride to Meg and she flat out refused. Hell, I could do the same thing to avoid Veronica and Duncan "cuddling." But I won't. He got me into this, I'll just have to tolerate it until we get back.

Then suddenly, Veronica decides to ride the bus. The only thing I would hate more than having to see them together is being cooped up with Duncan, alone. Well, Veronica just made my already lovely day so much better. Lucky for me, Duncan wasn't very talkative, even after we stopped at the little gas station.

I spent most of the ride silent, just as Duncan was. Dick was constantly bragging about the limo he had gotten us. The girls he was trying to pick up on practically laughed in his face. And Beaver looked the same as he always looked, scared shitless. He always did feel intimidated by big bro Dick.

I had just sat back with my eyes closed, hoping to catch some z's before we got back to school, when we heard it. An explosion--a big one and close too. I jerked up and watched the frantic faces of people trying to search out the source of the sound.

The limo pulled over to the side of the road and we all tumbled out. We came to the edge of the cliff--where the metal barrier was broken through--in time to watch the last feet of the bus submerge in the water, as debris floated to the surface and littered the water.

"Shit!" Duncan called as he watched the water. He stood next to me, his eyes wide.

"Duncan..." I tried to get his attention as realization dawned on me.

"What the hell happened?" Duncan added to his earlier comment.

"Duncan!" I said more firmly.

"What?" He finally turned to me.

"Veronica..." I started. "Veronica...was on the bus."

Duncan's face fell as he took in what I had said. I didn't want to even think about it. It was making me physically sick to think that Veronica...my Veronica--I don't care what Duncan thinks, she's my Veronica--could be...I can't even think about it.

I was standing there, speechless, staring at the spot in the water where only ripples marked the presence of the bus full of students. And Veronica. When it finally became too much to bear, I turned around in time to see Weevil ride up on his motorcycle with...

"Veronica?" I called out without thinking.

She was off the bike in a second and rushed to the edge. She stared down in disbelief. She let Duncan wrap his arms around her and pull her close. Even under the circumstances, when it should have been the farthest thing from my mind, that single act caused jealousy to flare up in me. I wanted to be the one holding her. I wanted to be able to touch her, to prove to myself that she was real, that she was alive. That she was really there. And it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. I looked away. I couldn't keep looking at them. I turned back to the water. I shook my head. It didn't make sense.

What had happened?