A/N: It's an Alternate Universe fan fiction. So there may be changes i.e. information on characters, changes in the major events in the series, and/or sequencing of the events may be altered.. If anything's blurry feel free to message me.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Chapter 1: Lie with me.

My life is one big, fat, lie.

It turns out that Jake Kane is actually my "father", although it makes me want to throw up by just thinking about it, Lily's murderer is still on the loose, and I just found out that my mom was a whore. Great.

Had enough?

Well, I guess you don't know me then.

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It's lunch time.

School's been frustrating, I mean, how can you concentrate on a huge History exam knowing that your ex-boyfriend slash half-brother is out there somewhere? How can you possibly concentrate knowing that the boy you once found "hot" and locked lips with was related to you?

Veronica couldn't handle it all. Was she really a Kane? Did Duncan know? Did Lily know? Or worse, did her dad know?

She threw her lunch in the trash bin, she suddenly lost her appetite. She went over to the Duncan who was sitting on the well-known "09er" table, talking to Logan.

"Duncan, you've got a minute?"

"Well, well, well, what are you doing here?" Logan said, "Oh, don't tell me, so now you're blaming Sean here of murdering Lily? Poor, poor kid, now he's got the 'Veronica Mars' chasing him around, I just hope he sleeps well tonight."

"I will, if Veronica's with me, but I'm not allowed to have hookers at home, so tell me when and where, I'd even do Camelot. I'm pretty sure you'd feel right at home there. Because, you know, being conceived in a low-class motel" Sean said making the whole table erupt with laughter.

Their words were like glass, cold, sharp and definitely painful. But she showed no emotion nevertheless—she's used to it.

"Uhm, sure Veronica..." Duncan said and followed her to a secluded area in the cafeteria.

"I'm not sure you know about this... but" She began, "You do know about our parents being together a few years back. Right?"

"Veronica—what are you trying to say? Are we—"

"Yes, yes we are Duncan" And Veronica remained still, hoping to see Duncan's reaction.

"You're not serious..." He said, "What have I done?! It means that... Shelly's party..."

"Duncan, I am, what do you mean with Shelly's party?"

"The thing... It was some sort of something we wouldn't talk about... We had sex in the party."

"So it was you... You drugged and raped me..." She suddenly took interest in her shoes as she started shaking. Not now, Veronica.

"I didn't rape you, Veronica! It was as if you had nothing to do with it, as if you weren't there. Could you please stop being a bitch and get over the fact that you weren't raped and be all paranoid! It's not easy for me either..." he said.

"Not easy?!" By this time she was practically screaming, "It wasn't you who woke up in the morning looking for your underwear! It wasn't you who lived a life full of lies. It wasn't you who lost friends, a mother, and your whole life because of trying to solve Lily's murder. It wasn—"

"Shut up, Veronica! Shut up! I know we're half-siblings and all but for once, the world doesn't revolve around you and your foolish theories."

Veronica, please, cool down, don't cry.

Too late, tears were running down her cheeks already. She started shaking and sat down on the pavement wiping her tears. Duncan just left, heading back to the 09er table. At least he left without trying to comfort her.

"How long have you been standing there?" She blurted out. Aside from the sniffing and the flushed face, she looked as if she didn't cry, just a bad case of... colds.

Logan stepped out looking at her sympathetically. She looks so... weak, and fragile. "You were... raped?"

"So, I bet you're thinking 'poor Veronica, she got raped', 'poor Veronica, she dated her brother for a year', 'poor Veronica, I feel bad about drugging her drink and leaving her in a guest room.' The joke's over. Where are the cameras Logan? Or are you that stupid of not taking advantage of 'the school slut' while she's crying and found out that her life's a big fat lie? I'd even give you an exclusive."

"Veronica it's not—"

"The Logan Echolls, feeling sorry for me? Save it. I don't need anything from you. Just this once, I'm glad that we're not friends. That way I won't be feeling any remorse when I'm going to make your life a nightmare. Oh yeah, thanks for providing the drugs, everyone thinks you're a hero right now."

Veronica ran to the girl's bathroom and suddenly threw up. The last 2 conversations weren't exactly Kodak moments, you know.

Why did this have to happen to me? She flushed the toilet and washed up. Went out and headed towards her locker. With the word "slut" spray-painted on it. Again. Somehow she felt relieved that everyone was there. At least it was as if nothing happened.

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Veronica was walking up the stairs of the Kane Software Company, she had to end things with Jake Kane. She needed proof, anything, proof that they weren't related. As she approached the lobby, hoping to pull another stunt that'll convince the receptionist to give her access to Jake Kane's office, the familiar scent of Vodka filled the air. The stench of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume. It was all too familiar. The messy blond hair still smelled of sweet lavender. That was what she missed most about mom...

Mom?? No wonder. Mom did have a relationship with Jake Kane, could she have possibly came back to end things? To pick up where they started? Divorce with dad? Anything? There were pictures of me that drove her out of this town in the first place... was she that selfish to go to the people who were trying to get her out of here because she doesn't care if I die?

Way to go, Mom.

It was as if a light bulb lit over her head. Her adrenaline was pumping; her cocky smile crept slowly on her face that made electricity-like currents jolt through her body. She always had this feeling when she knows that she'd hit the jackpot.

Clarence Wiedman.

"Mom?" She asked, "Lianne?"

The blond woman suddenly turned around and saw Veronica, her facial expressions as mixed up as a jigsaw puzzle. She couldn't read them. She needed to know what was going on.

Veronica saw fear and sadness in her eyes. Probably scars from her "1 year journey" away from Neptune. As soon as their eyes met, Lianne approached her and whispered.

"Honey? Is that you? Hold on a sec. Hide for a while, I can't be seen with you. Don't worry, I'll explain it all to you, ok? Please. Just don't do anything foolish, I'll see you later."

Veronica hid in a nearby storage room beside Clarence Wiedman's office. She pressed her ear by the wall and listened to what they were talking about.

"Lianne, you do know why you're here, right?" Clarence asked.

"Yes. You see, it is essential that you are never to show your face in Neptune." A second voice came in, "Little Veronica here has found out about our relationship a few years back, you do know what this means, right? You're going to have to leave. Because of your pest of a daughter, she could grab her share of the Kane savings account. We wouldn't want that, would we?"

Jake Kane...It's Jake Kane.

Veronica started shaking, how could all this happen? She was going to explode. She just can't help but think that her mom cheated on her dad and left them. She needed something, something to prove that she was really Keith's daughter. Anything.

She wanted to sing horribly, just like Keith, she wanted to look like him. Have the same hair color, anything that reminded her that Keith was her real father and that this was some horrible joke played on her.

Because of her mother, her dreams of picking up after they left off have been shattered.

Her life wasn't ever going to be the same. She'd spent her whole life adjusting to change—and it looks as if her dreams of settling in, retiring from that complicated life of 'change'. Change just happens to be an old friend. Change just... finds her.

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It's getting late. And they're still talking. I've lost track and now I'm just tired, hungry, scared and lonely.

And oh yeah, the room's starting to smell of moth balls and rat poo. I thought this was one of the most prestigious companies? Oh great. I know why. A janitor closet. Score one for Veronica Mars.

It's 8 pm. Dad must've been tracking my cell phone again. Oh wait—battery's dead. Oh well.

What the? The door's locked. Darm it. How am I going to get out now?

Wait—what's that sound? MOM??

Veronica unlocks the door using some wire she found on the floor. She rushed into the room worried what that strange sound was.

"MOM?!" She screamed. It's not everyday that you hear glass shatter, a scream—her mom's actually, her voice was sort of etched into her mind, the worst case scenario was just playing like a movie in her head. Her mother's dead, she gets killed as well, Duncan is behind it along with every other kid on Neptune High, no one even goes to her funeral. Her dad will be too upset and decide to kill himself. What's the point of living when the only reason you're alive is gone? Then unicorns appear out of nowhere with the fairy godmothers and everyone lives a happy life.

Her jaw dropped at the site of Celeste Kane's body lying there, her head bleeding.

Soon after she could feel like her head was bleeding too. And everything faded into black.

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A/N: what did you guys think?

I'm thinking if I should add Piz into the story. :)