Disclaimer: I don't own VM or any of its related franchise. I simply play in Rob's sandbox of wonder.

A/N I'm completely unable to finish my WIP's at the moment apparently. I'm hard at work at more Darcy Maria Lewis-Stark though and it won't be long. Just know that in regards to that particular story I'm posting first at Ao3 and then on ff. net whenever I feel like it. That said, I was re-reading some of my old work and after having cringed with despair and shame, I decided to rework it and give it a much needed makeover. I'm not saying it will be without faults still, but it will be easier to read and less cringeworthy...At least, in my eyes and hopefully you'll agree. Please enjoy and let me know what you think. I live off reviews to feed my plot bunnies.

Intro To Weirdness

"Sleeping Beauty! You need to get up! Right now!"

At first, the familiar voice didn't quite register. Veronica thought it was one of her dreams wreaking havoc inside her mind once again. The fact that it had been ages since the feisty blonde had entered her dreams didn't get any real reaction. Veronica was exhausted and weary after a long day before and thus only managed a mumble in response.

"Lily, go away. You can haunt my dreams another time, 'cause this beauty needs her beauty sleep more than ever."

The laughter – Lily's laugh – was so life-like that Veronica briefly wondered just how disturbing human memories were considering it had been about fifteen years since she'd heard her best friend's tinkling and mischievous laugh.

When it became clear from Lily's continued presence that she had no intention of leaving Veronica alone to rest before another hard day at rejoining the world, she finally opened her eyes and looked up at the specter of her childhood best friend.

"Why are you coming back now? I haven't seen you in my dreams for a long time. After what's been happening in my life lately, my therapist said it was a good sign that I'd gotten over the whole 'using a dead friend as my crutch' or whatever."

The forever seventeen year old Lily Kane scoffed mockingly at the mention of therapy as she'd always done, and proceeded to unceremoniously jump down onto Veronica's bed. She placed herself next to the older woman and smiled with a surprising amount of gentleness that no one that had once known her would've believed her capable of – aside from the other members of the Fab Four of course.

After a brief pause to stretch her voluptuous body seductively, Lily spoke again. "Well," she said teasingly, "I'm here to give you a much needed heads up. Something huge is about to take place."

Realizing that this was going to be over a lot faster if she played along, Veronica sighed heavily as she sat up and ran a hand through her short, patchy hair. "Oh," she said, "you've finally discovered that it's not all the beautiful people that get to go to heaven?"

"Haha, very funny. No!" Lily responded and added with a faux pout on her full lips. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered that by the way…"

Veronica laughed, feeling a trickle of her long lost self return. "What?" she taunted with an echo of her laugh still on her face, "Was it such a shock to find out that ugly people are permitted through the pearly gates?"

For an instant, it seemed as if the weight of the world was on the deceased Kane's eternally young shoulders before she blinked the seriousness of whatever it was she was feeling away and replied with a serene smile firmly in place. "No, Silly. It was nothing like that. It was more along the whole astounding bit about me actually going to heaven in the first place, you know."

For once, Veronica was at a loss for words and privately decided that it was a good thing that this whole thing was only a dream as she had no idea how to touch that with a ten foot pole.

There was an awkward moment of silence, before Lily suddenly exploded into action and pulled the completely flabbergasted Veronica out of her bed by her arm and deposited her right in front of the big mirror that Veronica had had installed on the inside of her small walk-in closet. "Well, that's quite enough small talk for now, my petite friend."

Veronica blinked with confusion and stared questioningly at her fellow blonde next to her. Lilly rolled her eyes as if Veronica's confusion was such a bore and pointed right at the mirror. "So, tell me, what do you see?" She asked, looking closely at Veronica.

Not for the first time during her newest dream, Veronica sighed heavily. She reminded herself of her earlier thought to just comply with whatever it was her subconscious wanted so she could go back to sleep in peace and glanced quickly into the mirror before replying flatly.

"Well, I see me; A thirty-one year old soon to be divorcee with an extreme need for Botox. Is that all?"

Having said what she felt was all she could say at that moment, Veronica turned and tried to return to her cozy bed, but Lily gripped her shoulders firmly and turned her right back in front of her own reflection.

"Oh Ronica," Lily tsked her tongue with an almost tangible air of sad disappointment, "here's what I see; a thirty one year old woman who is mourning desperately because the love of her life is about to be her ex-husband after a truly terrible set of events that I would wish on no one, not even Mommy Dearest."

Veronica groaned with frustration, not ready or the least bit willing to discuss that at all. Instead, she sat down on the edge of her bed. A second later, she groaned even louder and with a bit more irritation mixed into the frustration as Lily calmly grabbed hold of the picture from her wedding she still hadn't managed to make herself throw out.

It had been such a wonderful day. Logan and she stood so close together as if even an inch apart from each other would be pure agony. The way his eyes looked down at her seemed to scream to the world that no other woman would ever matter to him. Well, Veronica thought with familiar bitterness and sorrow burning in her very soul, wasn't I stupid?

Unable to stand the reminder of happier times, Veronica snapped at Lily to put the photo down. The ghost took over the job of sighing heavily before she did as ordered. Only, she put it right in front of Veronica and when she spoke again, her voice was exceedingly serious.

"You'll always be my best friend, Veronica, but hey, I'm dead so I haven't really been able to drop by as much to tell you when your pigheadedness is getting in the way of yourself. So, here goes 'kay? You and Logan have to realize that you belong together. So—"

Veronica arched an eyebrow and interrupted coldly, not interested in listening to any kind of defense made at Logan's behalf. "He couldn't deal with the reality of everything, Lily. So in true Echolls form, he ran away and slept with the first woman he could find. I don't know about you, but I don't think that spells eternal love to anyone except the criminally insane."

Not looking the least bit deterred, Lily narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms before pointing out, "Not everything is about you, you know."

Veronica didn't want to be pierced by Lily's surprisingly solemn gaze and looked at the floor. The churning emotions inside her were beginning to make her fragile insides nauseous. "Why are you telling me all this anyway? It's over and nothing will ever change that. We're so over it's not even funny."

Lily's high spirit returned with a vengeance. She wiggled her perfectly sculpted eyebrows suggestively and Veronica didn't have the heart to tell her that she looked like an idiot. "I almost forgot in the midst of all the angst. I have found the perfect way to make you two understand each other! You're so welcome!"

Veronica's eyes widened comically when she heard the next statement from her dead best friend. "You're gonna relive high school!"

"No way! Absolutely not!" The words escaped Veronica's lips before she even had a chance to think about the preposterous statement, but to her growing annoyance – and fear – Lily only laughed.

"Well, my dearest stick in the mud, it's way too late for you to do anything. The plan has already been set in motion. As we speak Logan's getting a visit from the ghost of …hmm, well not Christmas – past, but something along those lines. Anyhoo, tooddles V! Make sure to have fun for me while you're there!"

The dead Kane left behind an utterly shell-shocked Veronica, whose expression resembled someone that didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or sob desperately. Before the tiny blonde got a chance to choose, she suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to sleep and mere moments later, she succumbed with the haunting echo of Lily's most mischievous laugh ringing in her ears.

0o0o0

While Veronica was visited by her best friend, Logan too was getting a visit from his long lost past.

It was the gentle touch from a soft hand on his scruffy cheek that slowly coaxed Logan back into the world. Halfway between awake and asleep, he wasn't quite as sharp as he usually was.

"Ronnie, I'm trying to sleep here." He mumbled hoarsely, before suddenly realizing that the hand on his skin couldn't possibly be his wife's. As his senses returned more fully, Logan grew surer of that fact since his wife had sworn never to touch him again except to slap him if he ever came near her.

Even as Logan slowly opened his eyes, he tensed his body. He was preparing himself to take actions if the woman touching him so softly, turned out to be one of the deluded fans of his fiction books.

It wasn't.

In fact, what he saw caused Logan to jump up from his bed as if to escape a horrible nightmare. His hazel-eyes were unnaturally widened with shock and confusion. His voice was high with incomprehension and sounded nothing like the self-assured man he usually presented to the public.

"Mom!?"

Lynne Echolls, fourteen years deceased looked up at her much taller son with an expression of gentle amusement before she simply smiled softly and replied. "Yes my dear, it's me."

Hearing the familiar voice, so life-like even after all these years caused Logan's heart to race. Without saying a word, he looked around for the bottles he had been emptying with gusto the night before. His eyes caught one such half-empty flask lying on the carpeted floor right by his bed as if he'd fallen asleep with the damn thing in his hands and dropped it when sweet obliviousness finally came for him.

Logan shook his head at himself, his voice a chagrined mutter as he picked up the bottle and placed it on his nightstand. "Too much tequila Echolls, just too much this time around."

Hearing that, his mother – his mom! – laughed. It was a sound Logan barely recognized seeing as the woman had been terrorized just as much as he himself had by Aaron Echolls. Before he could try and figure out why his hungover mind had conjured up his mom of all people, Lynne spoke and forced his confusion into complete incomprehension.

"Well, as I'm not quite sure how to convince you of my little visit, and not mention the drinking habits you've developed without sounding too hypocritical, I'll just skip that part, Honey. I'm here on business."

Ignoring how childish it would make him look, Logan wiped his eyes with his hands roughly before looking back down at the shape of his mother again. She was still there.

This is one hell of a dream, Logan thought, becoming more and more annoyed with himself at the weird things his brain conjured up in his still half-drunken state. Ultimately, he decided to play along since dreams of his mother weren't something that happened often. Let alone lately with everything that had happened between Veronica and him.

Forcing his mind away from that kettle of misery, Logan returned to the matter at hand. "What business might that be, Mommy Dearest?"

Lynne's amusement dimmed into a more solemn expression that seemed more familiar to her son. She sighed and gingerly sat down on the edge of his rumpled bed and took one of his blankets in hand to fiddle with as she finally began to explain.

"I've watched you ever since…" her fiddling with the blanket turned near frantic for a moment before she stopped herself and continued with a more calm air about her, "…ever since I left. I've loved seeing you so happy with Veronica. I mean, when the two of you finally grew up enough to stay together…until now at least."

Lynne turned on the bed and Logan watched silently as she grabbed his wedding photo from his nightstand. He didn't have to look at it to describe it to the uttermost detail.

Veronica was practically glued to his side, and for once she looked like there was nowhere else she'd rather be, a case to occupy her mind and distract her from him. The love in her face and the look in her eyes made it seem as if nothing anyone could ever say about him would break her trust in him.

Well, wasn't I stupid? Logan thought, bitterness and sorrow fighting for dominance inside him. The churning emotions made him snap and his tone was far from polite when he demanded for Lynne to put the photo down.

The two Echolls' stared at each other for a long moment without speaking. Then, suddenly, Logan found himself being pulled effortlessly into his ensuite and placed unceremoniously in front of the bathroom mirror.

"Tell me what you see." Lynne ordered after another long moment of awkward silence from Logan's side. Raising his brows in bemusement, Logan cast a short glance at his reflection. He had no idea what his crazy subconscious was heading towards and made vague plans to call his shrink for an appointment just in case.

Lynne cleared her throat pointedly and Logan made an effort to answer her odd query.

"I see a thirty-one year old man, who's in desperate need of a decent hangover cure." He turned to leave; ready to get this whole weird episode over and done with, but Lynne's firm grip on his arm stopped him.

Turning back to look at his dead mother, Logan felt uncomfortable with the utterly intense look she bestowed upon him. "Do you want to know what I see?" she asked him quietly. Trying to play off the powerful moment, Logan looked up at the ceiling as if to ask for divine help, but Lynne didn't seem to notice or care about his tried and true methods of escaping heartfelt talks.

"I see a thirty-one year old man, who's desperately mourning the loss of his soul mate. All of which could've been avoided with decent communication and a little less stubbornness and male pride."

Logan's eyes narrowed dangerously, anger suddenly flaring in him at his mother's blunt words. "I feel like I have to remind you that she left me way before I even looked at that woman."

Lynne closed her eyes as to pray for strength before she calmly spoke again, "Yes, I can't deny that you've got a decent point and really that is I've – along with a fellow friend - devised a genius plan to make the two of you realize that despite everything you still belong together."

A couple of minutes later, Logan's eyes were once again widened to an almost comical degree as he finished listening to his mother's absurd plan.

"No way," he stated firmly, backing away from the crazy specter of his mom and back into his master bedroom. "Me and Neptune High having a reunion? No way, not gonna happen. I'm gonna go call my shrink and have him get me committed 'cause I'm obviously completely insane since the ghost of my dead mother is playing the part of a Yenta. Goodbye and no thank you."

Lynne smiled a devilish grin that looked suspiciously like she was enjoying his momentary freak out. Her voice was half-way chipper as she informed him that the whole thing was already set in motion.

Feeling utterly poleaxed, Logan shrugged helplessly. He couldn't understand why he wasn't waking up already. "Well," he tried to put in some semblance of his normal cockiness. "What time in this endeavor of yours will you have me return to? 'Cause if it's freshman year, I'm totally gonna ignore my algebra exam. I don't care what Mrs. Peterson said, I will never need that in my adult life."

Once again, Lynne ignored his attempts at levity and answered his question calmly. "I'll take you back to the year after Aaron's imprisonment. I can't be there so it had to be after my death and we thought it'd be a good time for you and Veronica."

Hearing the supposed timeline caused Logan to laugh bitterly even as he knew it was only a dream and thus never going to happen. At the look of confusion that Lynne sent him, Logan explained coolly, "Well, Smarty-Pants, at that point in time, Veronica was dating Duncan so even though you and your mysterious partner in crime think it's going to be a swell time, I can't exactly convince her of our, what was it, soul-mate destiny."

Logan chuckled and ran a hand through his hair before continued with faked disappointment, "Oh well, I guess that means the plan is off and all. Nice to see you again and I'll just go back to tend to my severely neglected hangover."

"Honey," Lynne sounded far from deterred and it stopped a retreating Logan in his tracks, halfway into his bed as he was. "All that means is that you'll have to work harder. Besides, the memories of these years aren't going to just magically disappear. Neither is hers by the way."

For the first time, Logan allowed an inkling of belief to enter his system and he turned serious. "Are you telling me that Veronica is going through this craziness as well?"

Lynne nodded, "Yeah, she's with Lilly as we speak. And since she never could deny Lilly anything I'm gonna play the mother card here and demand you go too."

Logan froze at the mention of his long deceased girlfriend. He hadn't really thought about her in years and discovering that she was somehow involved in this scheme was the last straw and pushed him firmly into the believer's side of things. He was actually – somehow, and despite how utterly cracked it sounded - going back in time.

Suddenly, he was overcome with a wave of exhaustion and Logan practically fell fully onto the bed. Just before he succumbed to oblivion, he heard his mother's softly whispered voice in his ear.

"I'll be watching over you, Logan. Please do everything you can to mend things with your wife or else you won't be alive this time next year…"

0o0o0

The sound of birds woke her up just as she became aware of the sun basically roasting her on her bed through her windows.

Veronica yawned widely enough to feel her jaw creak ominously at the strain. I'm not gonna get up just yet, she decided, and ignored the fact that she needed to put a show in at work. She'd only recently returned after all and couldn't afford to call in sick just because she'd slept poorly. But, Veronica tempted her lazier side, even though it was a weird dream, it's been so long since Lily came to me. I'll just use a little more time today to remember her…

Before the more responsible part of her could give a counter argument, a clock radio suddenly began to blaring loud music right next to her aching head and Veronica sat up with a yelp of surprise.

As soon as her mind registered where she was though, Veronica could feel her heartrate grow faster and faster. She recognized this room easily. Too easily since it hadn't existed since the house it belonged to had long since been burned to the ground by Weevil and his bikers.

"No no no," Veronica said, only to clap a hand over her mouth to stop a scream of panic from escaping.

Feeling the panic build despite her best efforts, Veronica took stock of what was in front of her. She was in Logan's childhood bedroom, in his bed and to top it off, she could swear that she felt something that seemed eerily like facial hair under her hand and that was just not okay.

Since Veronica wasn't really good at sticking her head in the sand long term, she decided to get up. She inelegantly got out of Logan's king-sized bed and fumbled her way into her husband's bathroom in the Echolls mansion. All the while with her eyes firmly closed and with one hand still covering her mouth. She wasn't quite ready yet to face her growing fears.

It was only as her free hand located the bathroom mirror over Logan's sink that she finally, with one deep breath in preparation, opened her eyes.

There was one long moment of silence before the storm. Then a piercing scream was heard that chased away any birds still singing cheerily outside the windows.

"LILY!"

Almost instantly, Lily popped out of thin air. The sunny smile on her lips slipped off and transformed into a look of abashed fear at the sight that met her.

"Whoops, my bad," Lily said and without further ado, she hurried back to wherever it was she'd been and left Veronica in front of the mirror, looking absolutely stricken with horror at her reflection.

Well, wouldn't you be if you had woken up fourteen years younger and trapped in your husband's body?

0o0o0

TBC…

A/N Shoutout to any old readers that are still present, I hope you enjoyed. If any new readers join me on this little crazy tale then take my word for it and wait for more instead of reading the original. It is really - really - bad... Thanks for reading and (hopefully) reviewing!