Veronica shot straight up, tugging the blankets and shoving Logan off of the bed, "Lilly!" She screamed.

"Veronica? Veronica! Are you ok?" Logan was slowly gaining consciousness. He reached for her but she jumped just an inch too far away, her fingers in her mouth, he hair soaked in sweat. She sat on the edge of the bed crying. "Baby, are you ok?" Logan had scrambled to his feet and was standing over her.

"Lilly…" Veronica trailed off.

"What about Lilly?" His eyes grew worried.

"She was here," she began sobbing uncontrollably, "She," sob, "said, "she's happy," sob, "for us. I miss her."

"Oh baby," his arms had found their way around her and he was pulling her to his side, his chin against her forehead," baby, you were dreaming."

"I know," Veronica was slowly waking from the stupor the vivid dream had left her in, "she was right here. She was playing with my hair talking about some 'righteous shin-dig' we had for your last birthday she was alive and then she smiled at you sleeping next to me and…" Veronica's eyes drifted around the unfamiliar room settling on her messenger bag she had carelessly thrown over a chair in the corner. She shook Logan's grasp and charged toward the bag, retrieving her computer, "I just need to see her." She made her way back to Logan's side and opened the computer. She opened a file from the desktop labeled 'Lilly.' She quickly scrolled through her photographs until she found the one she wanted. It was from a party they had thrown for one of Logan's birthdays. Logan stood in the middle of his living room flanked on either side by two feisty blondes; Veronica and Lilly, each wearing a shirt with an arrow pointing toward Logan that read 'We're With Stupid.' "The shirts were Lilly's idea," Veronica whispered, "you had done something that bothered her and she thought that those stupid shirts were the perfect revenge. She never told me what you had done."

"I told her I thought you were beautiful, well hot-I wasn't quite so eloquent back then," he laughed. Veronica looked a little shocked, "the funny thing was she wasn't mad. She said 'well Logan, I can share you with V.'"

Despite her best efforts to keep the tears from flowing, her eyes clouded over.

"I know, I know, shhhhhh, it's ok," he smiled that crooked smile she found so endearing, "come back to bed we have a long drive ahead of us." He looked at the clock realizing the time, "come on, we have three more hours until the alarm goes off, and we are both exhausted."

"I can't sleep Logan," she whispered. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back, opening her mouth and accepting the warmth his embrace provided.

He pulled back, "I love you."

The sun was sneaking through the cracks in the blinds when she woke up in his arms, thrilled at the memory of the previous day, I'm married! I'm married to Logan! And Lilly is happy for us! He was breathing softly as she wiggled her way out of his embrace and stood up. She stopped a moment glancing over her shoulder at him sleeping there, absently playing with the rings on her left ring finger. Time to face the day, it would be so easy to crawl back into bed though. My spot hasn't had time to cool off yet. Just as she started to turn Logan rolled over, fumbling around in the sheet in an obvious attempt to locate his missing Bride. His eyes opened and he saw her, "Come back to bed baby."

But she was already pulling her robe on, "We have to get going. I have five days until my internship starts and you still need to find a place to live," she paused nonchalantly, "I mean, if you are planning on staying near me this summer."

Fear shot through his eyes and he suddenly realized they had never discussed their living arrangements in Virginia, "You don't want me there?"

She smiled, Oh the power I have over you, "Well, I didn't marry you to live on opposite ends of the country."

"No you married me for my debonair good looks and bottomless bank account," he quipped back.

"Who told you, you were good looking? I must find them immediately and take them to an optometrist," she smiled, all thoughts of crawling back into bed abandoned. He was walking towards her pushing her toward the bathroom door. Stealing kisses between footsteps.

"Gimme a minute," he said, nudging her to the side and making his way into the bathroom. A minute later she heard the shower running and saw the steam escaping through the door he had left open a crack as an invitation to join him.

She dropped her robe to the floor and climbed into the hot cascading water with him, "just what I needed," she smirked, "my own indentured servant to scrub my feet and wash my hair."

"At your service m'lady," he spoke softly into the nape of her neck as he kissed her.