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-V

Chapter 2: My (Drunken) White Knight?

Veronica's arms started to quake under the weight of the tray. Whoever said bussing tables was easy, they were dead wrong, she thought as she started to make her way across the crowded coffee house. Her arm was about to give in and she knew it, taking bigger steps to compensate, to no avail. Just as she thought she was going to drop the whole lot someone swooped next to her, taking the tray from her hand.

"So we meet again." A male voice chuckled as Veronica turned around. There stood Logan, holding the tray at his side, a smirk across his face.

"Logan, we both know you aren't the knight in shining armor type, so why pretend?" She said, a small smile playing on her lips. He may be her psychotic jackass ex-boyfriend, but he was still a decent person most of the time.

"Shucks, I was going for white knight, armor chafes, but…" Veronica raised an eyebrow, obviously no longer amused. "I'm actually here because I was wondering when you were actually going to get on the job I asked you about."

"Gee I don't know, I wasn't exactly thinking about that the last few days, bus crash and all… wait is that self-centered of me, you know mourning the deaths of our classmates that I should have been with. Needless to say it hasn't really been on my mind Logan. Also, I'm starting to wonder why I should help you when ever time I try I seem to get whiplash from a verbal assault." She said, taking the tray back and putting it to the side, unloading all the cups and saucers and stacking them on the counter.

"Look," he grabbed her arm so she had no choice but to look at him, "You know I enjoy self-centered people, I just, I'm starting to get freaked out, its happening every night, and if it is the PCHer's like you said I want to know what they are planning to do to me."

"So you can do it first?"

"So maybe you could come stake out at my place tomorrow night or something, catch 'em in the act."

"No can do buckaroo. I have plans."

"What plans?"

"Can't tell you." Veronica spat, she would find plans, she knew that. It was just a matter of time.

"Well then, later this week. Come on Ronnie, you know you can't resist my charm, stunning good looks, and amazing sense of humor."

"Wow, you know me so well. And what no begging for me to come the day after tomorrow, some sense of urgency."

"Well I did ask for tomorrow, and now I have to make plans."

"Well, you may be a leper, but I'm sure that you will be able to find someone pathetic enough to make out with you."

"I'll just go to the Casablanca's casa."

"Dick is your solution to not having a date? Way to get action buddy. Anyway, what if I could stop by the day after tomorrow?"

"Well, Dick and I are throwing a party. And I get plenty of action, thank you very much"

"Wait, what?"

"I. Get. Plenty. Of. SE"

"Disgusting, but I got it. I meant, a PARTY? After all this?"

"He says that Gia needs to see the party side of Dick and Neptune, instead of the depressed. Thinks she'll find him more attractive that way. And I figured we better celebrate what little life we have left."

"Fat chance for Dick, and what is wrong with you? Anyway, have fun. Oh, and I'll try to get over soon, but I'm warning you, this is going to cost you." Veronica said as she left to go wait on a table across the room.

"Gee thanks…" Logan shrugged as he watched her make her way to the table. Now to take my mind off things. He walked out of The Hut and into his X-Terra, speeding away toward the Casablanca's house.

The next day at school, Veronica felt like she was in a very familiar fishbowl. Reporters swarmed around the school like fighter jets ready to shoot, looking for an unsuspecting student to interview. Everyone wanted to know the deep inner workings of everyone involved in the bus crash. It made her sick.

She watched as one girl with dark hair who she had seen around talking to a reporter about how amazing someone was, how accepted he was by everyone. She rolled her eyes as she made it to her first period class.

By the time Veronica hit fourth period, all she could think about was sleeping. It was almost as if there was nothing to be learned in her classes and so after five more painstaking minutes of having a staring contest with the clock, she raised her hand and excused herself for the bathroom.

She opened the door to find a larger girl, who she had been hearing a lot about lately. Jessie, the daughter of the bus driver, stood against the sink, arms crossed in front of her, a grimace on her face.

"You're dad drives one bus off a cliff, and your days of anonymity are over."

"Did you want something?"

"Yeah, so I need proof that my dad didn't kill himself. My family is kind of accustomed to having a place to live and all that. If its suicide, insurance doesn't pay."

"I don't know where I would start."

"Well if I knew I wouldn't be asking you for help." Jessie said with distain, about to leave when a group of 09ers walked in.

"Jessie, you know, I wouldn't be at school if I were you." The obvious leader of the pack said, blocking the door way so she couldn't leave. With one foul swoop, Jessie's fist connected with the girl's nose. Veronica watched in shock, afraid of what else the girl would do.

"Alright, I help." She butted in before Jessie could punch anyone else, "Just, promise you'll chill." Veronica grabbed the girls arm and pulled her out of the bathroom. "Now, I think I'll need to find out a little bit more about him."

She spent the rest of the period finding out everything she could about Ed Doyle. She finally finished getting all she needed she promised that she would come over later that afternoon; she had a few errands to run first.

With that Veronica and made her way to her fifth period class, English. She slid into her seat right before the bell rang, noticing that Logan wasn't in his seat behind her making snide comments thought-out the class. He'll probably just waltz in late, as usual. She thought, but as the period passed, it was obvious that he wasn't going to show up.

The rest of the day dragged on for Veronica, dreading what she would have to do after school, to help prove Jessie's theory. She didn't want to go to the site of the accident, or the convenience store where they stopped. All sorts of people had started showing up there, leaving things, lighting candles, praying and she imagined other things as well. But, she had to go if she ever planned on figuring it out, and she knew, she was one for justice, with a bit of revenge mixed in.

Because of that, she knew she had to find out what happened at the convenience store. If his last meal had been an energy drink, or coffee, that would mean he was tired. If his last meal was a bag of pork rinds, well it wouldn't help, but she had to find out either way.

She drove out by herself past the turn in the road before the last period ended, saying that she had to go and do research for her next article in journalism. As she drove past she felt sick. There was a man, in a Hawaiian print shirt trying to light a candle, a woman who was weeping openly as she looked out at the water, and a hand full of teenagers acting as if it were all a joke. She shook her head as she kept driving the 15 minutes to the convenience store.

The little bell rang as the door opened and she was relieved to find less people in the store than there were near the cliff. She started to walk toward something that caught her eye as her phone rang.

"Hello?" Someone said through her cell phone, "earth to Mars!" She recognized Wallace by that time, "Yo, Veronica."

"Hi."

"I was wondering, um, I have a friend, and well she needs our help with a little car issue."

"They're selling souvenirs…"

"What?"

"They are selling souvenirs, at the convenience store, like it's some kind of tourist attraction." She said, trying to not burst into tears she was so angry.

"Do you need me to…"

"No I'll be fine, go get the girl, sport." She said and hung up. She walked up to the counter, putting on her best fake smile as she said hi to the man who she had seen on at least two news casts talking about Ed Doyle. "You're the guy from the news right?"

"Yeah! Check you out."

"God, it must have been sooo freaky, being the last person to see the bus driver alive."

"Oh you're one of those types. Well, we've been getting a lot of Munsters in here, but I must say that you are the Marilyn hun, cuz you're… pretty."

"Thanks. Do you think it would be totally weird if I asked for the last meal the bus driver ate?"

"Yeah, but you are like the 100th person to ask for the Bus Crash special. I can't say that if I were going to go off the cliff with a bus full of kids, I would want the Monster Gulg and a bag of peanuts, but whatever he wanted. A buck ninety eight." She was about to walk away when she noticed the Saint Christopher pins. Above it was a sign "We don't make change. Don't ask."

"I can't come without buying one of these." She said, handing him a dollar, getting back 75 cents. She stared at the three coins and the cheap pin, wondering why he had bought it, when she looked up and noticed a pay phone in the back of the store. At that moment, she realized that she had a little bit more work to do, but it would have to wait til tomorrow. So she got in her car and did the one thing that she could accomplish, getting over to Jessie's

When she arrived, Jessie was standing in the door, her brother behind her looking terrified, as Lamb and two other deputies were going through the apartment. Veronica stomped in with authority, stopping to frown at the Sheriff.

"What? No innocents to arrest today?" She said, as she crossed her arms.

"Veronica Mars. What are you doing here?"

"Friend of Jessie's from school. What are you doing here? Not asking me to go to prom again, I hope. I already told you, the answer is no." She shrugged as Jessie stared in amazement.

"Sheriff, I think we found something." Someone in the other room shouted out. One of the deputies came out holding a freshly printed paper. It had a short paragraph on it, nothing more nothing less, and as Lamb read over it, he smirked in satisfaction.

"Well boys I think we're done here." He said as he made his way out of the apartment, making sure to bump Veronica on the way, "Oh, and here, you might want to read this. You know what, you can keep it, we will have copies." He said handing the page to Jessie as he and his lackies made their way out, their copy in hand.

Jessie stood in the doorway a moment, reading a note from her father's computer. It was a suicide note, or at least it seemed that way.

I'm sorry to leave you this way. But I truly believe in my heart that this is for the best. I can't go on like this. I can't stage it for the kids, even though they mean more to me than anything. I think it's for the best.

Jessie looked devastated, defeated but her mothers reaction was concerning, and it just made Veronica more determined to find out if there was more to the story.

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The next day, Veronica only made it to lunch when she realized that she had better things to do and just decided to leave. Fifteen minutes later, Veronica was walking into the Sheriff's department, news paper in hand as she made her way to one of her favorite deputies.

"Either, I'm getting stealthier or your hearing is not what it used to be." She said with a smirk, slapping the newspaper down on the counter.

"What do you want Veronica."

"An application." She said, but was met by silence, "What? It says right here that you are looking for a part time receptionist."

"Why are you here."

"I'm great with people, have excellent time management skills and a very soothing phone voice."

"You can't be serious." He said, as he got the application from under the counter.

"Is there somewhere quiet where I can fill this out?" She asked, and he showed her to an interrogation room. The moment the door closed she picked up the phone calling in to get phone records because that was the only place she could think of where they would give it to her. She listened to the list of numbers on the end of the line, jotting a few down when her cell phone started to ring. "This better be life or death Logan… Wait, hold on." She paused for another second jotting down the name she had been waiting for before slamming down the interrogation room phone.

"What the.."

"Logan I'm busy what do you want?" She asked, quickly scribbling answers into the application.

"I was wondering if you were coming to the Life's Short party. It's at Duncan's." At that moment Lamb walked through the door with a crash.

"Veronica Mars. Why do I have to keep asking you what are you doing in my presence?" He asked, slamming the door closed.

"Um, no." she said into her cell phone, "I gotta go. Bye!"

"Again, what are you doing?"

"Well I was on the phone, but now about this last question. Would it be wrong of me to say that I just want to be closer to you?" With that Lamb came up behind her pulling her out the door of the interrogation room, making sure she left the premises.

Veronica spent the rest of the afternoon wondering what the call could have been about. Her father was out looking for a bail jumper for the night, and so she made herself a late dinner after watching every news channel hoping to hear something else that would help make it click.

She had a name, and that was all, but she figured she could find out a bit more. After 10 minutes of searching the database, she had a theory, but it didn't really match up, so she got in the Le Baron and made her way over to Jessie's apartment.

"Did your father ever mention the Cotters?" She asked as Jessie opened the door.

"Hello?"

"Hi, but did your father ever mention the Cotters? They live in your apartment building. He didn't ever hang out with them or anything?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Well, I'll stop by there later. Until then, hang in there ok?"

"Wait, what do you mean?"

"I'll talk to you later." Veronica made her way downstairs to apartment 108. She stood outside debating what to say for a minute before bringing herself to knock. "Jeff Cotter?" She asked when a man in his mid 40's opened the door.

"Yeah."

"My name is Dawn. Dawn Lamb, assistant to the district attorney. Did you know Ed Doyle?"

"He was that bus driver. I've heard of him on the news. Why?"

"Ed Doyle placed a phone call from a pay phone about 15 minutes before the bus crashed to your number."

"I was out of town on business that day. My wife might have been here though. Come in, I'll go get her."

Veronica stood just inside the doorway as the man disappeared inside the apartment. He came back explaining how someone was saying the bus driver had called their apartment.

"What?" the woman said after a moment of hesitation.

"Ed Doyle. He called here. Were you home between 4 and five in the afternoon the day of the bus crash?" Veronica said taking another step inside.

"Yes, but I didn't get a phone call. Well there was a wrong number, but I don't know how that could help." The woman said with a shrug. Veronica wasn't sure if she wanted to believe it so as she turned around to walk out the door a minute later, she made sure to drop a small listening device in the corner.

After a quick run for a soda, pop corn and other supplies, she settled into the car, with headphones in listening to the boring conversations that were taking place in the apartment. She didn't know what she expected to hear, but she figured she could at least try. She sat there for two and a half, learning very little except that the couple didn't' talk to each other much and one of them was very into Survivor.

She was just deciding to stay for another half an hour and go home at midnight, when her cell phone started to ring.

"Hello?" She answered, less than happy to see that it was Logan who was calling.

"Roooooooonica." A slurred voice came through the phone.

"What?"

"Get me." Was all he said before hanging up. Veronica rolled her eyes but then decided to call Meg just in case.

"Hey Meg. Are you at Duncan's?" She asked, noticing the noise in the background.

"Yeah, why?" Meg said, with a laugh, Duncan had probably had enough alcohol by now to start doing his impressions.

"What's the deal with Logan? He just called me."

"I don't know really, he was acting weird I guess and Duncan threw him out."

"Oh. Alright, well have fun, and I'll call you tomorrow about everything ok?"

"Thanks Veronica, for everything."

"Talk to you tomorrow." She hung up. She debated just leaving Logan there, sitting on the curb until he sobered up tomorrow, but then realized that leaving him could be dangerous to society. So, she reluctantly pulled away from the apartment complex and sped away to the Neptune Grand.

When she got there, she immediately notices Logan, who was standing on the corner, singing at the top of his lungs. She could help but laugh as she got out of the car, and grabbed his arm.

"Ronnie!" He shouted, flinging his arm around her shoulder.

"Logan, you're drunk."

"State the obius smore." He slurred as she sat him in the car.

"You owe me for this. I was in the middle of something."

"More obvious. And I owe you?"

"Yeah."

"You owe me your life."

"Shut up before you hurt yourself."

"I stopped you from the bus."

"Seriously Logan, just shut up so that I can just drop you off at home. Where are your keys?"

"I unno."

"Logan!"

"Dunno!" he said sing-songingly. Veronica sighed, realizing that she would have to find some place to leave him. Normally she would drop him off at home, but he was locked out. Then she would probably give him to Duncan or Dick, but Duncan threw him out and Dick was still at the party. She was at a loss, so she did the one thing she could do. She went home.

Getting Logan inside her apartment was a struggle. He weighed twice what she did, and was less than able to walk in a straight line. She finally got her front door open, ignoring his babble, something about how she needed him, he didn't need her, they were good and his pet bunny from when he was 12. She just shook her head and left him to sit on her couch as she went to go put her stuff in her room, and by the time she came back he was passed out face down.

She shook her head as she covered him with a blanket, and decided to go to bed herself. However, sleep didn't come easy. It didn't line up and she knew it. The phone call that Ed Doyle had made was four minutes long, much too long to be a wrong number, but Carla Cotter was positive that he didn't call her. Why would he call there if he was going to kill himself? These ideas and more tumbled through her head as she fell into a restless sleep.

Sleep didn't last long for Veronica. She awoke with a start at 7:30, with a sudden urge to reread the note that Jessie had given her a copy of. She thought, maybe, just maybe she might know why everything didn't line up. The only thing she could do was to talk to Carla and she knew it.

When she stepped out of her room she saw Logan, still curled up on her couch, sucking his thumb. It made her laugh. If only he were always that innocent, she thought as she took out the bottle of aspirin, poured him a glass of water and wrote him a quick note reading "You were drunk, I have an errand to run. Call."

She crept out the door as quietly as possible, in an attempt to not wake him, the last thing she needed was dealing with him. Her car took a few tries to start, but when the engine finally started to run, she sped all the way to the Cotter's apartment. Things were going to get cleared up if it killed her. She stood at their door pounding for what seemed like forever until Carla finally came to open the door.

"If it was just a wrong number why did it last for four minutes?" She asked without another word. Carla just looked at her with her mouth open. "You see, I read his suicide note today, and I have a theory. I don't think that he was planning on killing himself. I think he was planning on leaving his wife, for you."

Carla looked at her in disbelief, but let her in anyway. Veronica just stayed long enough to confirm her theory, and told Carla to meet her at the Hut at 1:30. Carla looked at her as she disappeared as if the world was going to collapse, and Veronica knew the feeling. She just drove around for an hour or so, trying to clear her head. She was afraid to know the truth, because the truth meant there was another reason for the crash, a reason that she knew she had to find out.

It was about noon by the time she finally got back to her apartment, her head clear, tears exhausted. She had to be at work at 1, so she started to get ready, completely forgetting Logan, who was still snoring loudly on the couch. She was almost ready, her vest on, and makeup reapplied by the time he awoke and make his way to her room.

"Thanks," he said rubbing his eyes. She walked about him to the kitchen, noticing that the aspirin and water were gone.

"I thought you were dead for a little while, do you usually sleep for twelve hours straight."

"So you know, I woke up at 9 took what you left and went back to bed. You should really give me more credit." He smirked, "So you going to take me home now or what?"

"I thought you didn't have your keys, or was that just a clever, yet failed attempt to get in my pants."

"Don't flatter yourself. I think I left them at Dick's. Just drop me off there; one of them will give me a ride home."

"Ok, we're leaving now though." Veronica said, unable to say anything witty, she was just too preoccupied with what would happen at work. They drove it complete silence. Logan, for all his shortcomings had a talent for knowing when silence was necessary. He didn't even try to break it, until they were about two minutes away from Dick's.

"Did I, you know, say anything last night?" He said without looking at her.

"You know the usual, confessed that I was the ruler of your universe and pledged your loyalty to doing everything I ever commanded." She said, but he didn't say anything back, so she knew that he wasn't asking for a joke that time, "But really, nothing, you started talking about Beastie at one point but nothing major. Why?"

"I was just wondering, I thought I said something I didn't mean. But man, Beastie. I loved that bunny…" he said as she pulled up in front of the gate of the Casablancas manor. He opened the door but then paused for a second. "You coming tonight?" he said, looking back over his shoulder.

"Ummm…girl's night in."

"In? Aren't you guys supposed to go out, run a muck or whatever you kids call it these days. Oh wait, or do you sit in your pajama's braiding each others hair a telling each other about your deep and undying devotion to me."

"No, that's on Tuesdays, after school. Get with the times Grandpa!"

"So this is the naked pillow fight girls' night in. Intriguing."

"Get over it, Casanova. I have to go."

"What? People to do, things to see?"

"Something like that." And with that Veronica put her car into reverse and swung into the street, away from the massive stone house, speeding towards Carla Cotter's apartment. On her way there she pulled out her cell phone, pressing speed dial six to get a hold of Meg. "Hey, what are you doing tonight? I was thinking that maybe we could run to the drug store, then pick up some movies and clear this whole thing up."

"Movies?" Meg's voice said with a bit of a laugh from the other end.

"Well, if we are going to do this, we are at least going to get a movie night out of it."

"Can't we, you know, just wait?"

"Well, chances are if we wait a few months there would be some sort of sign, like oh a pregnant belly."

"Exactly. Can we?"

"You see, the way I look at it there are two problems with that. One, people, like Duncan and you parents will hate to think that you knew but didn't tell them, and they had to figure it out when you start to show… and two, the sooner you figure out if you are, the more time you have to figure out what to do. Oh and there's a three, I really want to know."

"What if..."

"We'll deal with what ifs later. I'll pick you up at 7." She hung up her phone as she pulled into the parking lot at the Hut just in time to not get in trouble and started hostessing right away. It wasn't until Carla showed up that her stomach started to get that feeling, the one where she wasn't sure if what she was doing would help. She showed her to a table and less than fifteen minutes later Jessie showed up as Veronica requested after she had called and told her the truth.

Veronica showed Jessie to where Carla was sitting and introduced them, but Jessie seemed less than interested. Carla sat in silence for a moment before finally saying, "We were in love, your dad and me. He called me to tell me he'd see me later. He didn't mean to drive that bus off the cliff. He just couldn't bear to leave you and your brother with your mom."

Jessie's face softened at that, and allowed her to sit across from the woman who was proof that her father hadn't killed himself and all those kids. Veronica smiled as she saw the small action and suddenly felt relief. Even when the two others left, a look of understanding in their eyes, she had a feeling of accomplishment that made the rest of the day of work fly by.

She clocked out at 6, arriving at Meg's early, but her friend seemed more than ready to leave, no matter how unprepared she was. Meg rushed out of her house when Veronica called and smiled as she got in the passengers seat.

"You ready to do this?" Veronica said as they got to the drug store. Meg nodded. Veronica bought the test along with some ice-cream and popcorn, so that Meg wouldn't have to, and the ride back to the apartment was silent with a heavy sense of apprehension. Veronica had been trying to picture Meg pregnant again while she was at work, and the image was starting to seem more realistic, more possible by the moment.

When they walked through the door to the apartment, Meg tried to stall, putting in a movie, putting her stuff away, getting spoons for the ice cream, and it made Veronica want to scream. "You want to know, I know you do. It's now or never." She said with a smile, holding the box out.

"I pick never." Meg said with a sad little smile as she took the box and went to the bathroom. She came out a minute later holding the small white stick, as Veronica turned on the timer. It was only three minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. It struck Veronica as odd that in three minutes, one of their lives had the possibility of changing forever, a little white stick with the color pink ruling over the course of the rest of Meg's life.

Both of the girls jumped at the sound of the timer and they both just stared at each other. Meg held it out to Veronica, a clear statement that she couldn't look. Veronica took it from her and turned it over, revealing a plus.

"Meg…" she said slowly.

"I'm pregnant aren't I?" She said as Veronica nodded, "I thought so; I just needed to know for sure. I have had a week to think this through." She tried to smile, but couldn't. She wasn't sure if she wanted to cry or not. It wasn't really a shock, it was more of a slap in the face that you saw coming.

Veronica just looked at the girl who could probably be described as her best girl friend and all she could muster up was a simple and pathetic, "It will be ok. You know you at least have me."

Meg smiled at that and gave her a hug. "V, do you think we could postpone the movie for a little bit. I think there is something I need to do."

With that Veronica grabbed her keys, instinctively pulling out in the direction of the Neptune Grand. "What do you think he'll say?" Meg said after a few moments of silence, both of the girls having a lot on their minds and all.

"I don't know. I honestly don't know." Veronica said with a smile, trying to be supportive. Then and there they decided that they would both go up to Duncan's room and Veronica would wait outside the room for moral support.

The elevator ride up to his floor was probably the hardest, Veronica fighting Meg to keep her from pressing the button to take them back down. Meg paced the hall for a minute before she could knock on his door, and when she finally did, she looked at her friend with a look of complete fear of what could happen.

Duncan opened the door quickly, a sign that he had just been sitting around and accepted Meg in with a kiss. All Veronica heard before the door closed and cut her off was "Duncan, I need to…"

She stood there for about thirty seconds, feeling very awkward just standing there when the door of the hall opened and Logan Echolls stepped out of the room.

"Veronica… Stalking Duncan again? Tsk Tsk." He said raising an eyebrow.

"I'm here for Meg." She said almost in surrender, not needing anymore drama after her afternoon. "Why is it that I can't do one little thing without you somehow weaseling your way in?"

"I guess you'll never know." He said as he disappeared into the elevator with a little smirk. She glanced back at the hotel room he just left and took out her cell phone. She knew it was kind of wrong, but she just needed to know what he had been up to. She called information asking for the Neptune Grand. By the time they connected her to room 1147 and a woman's voice answered, the door behind her burst open, an obviously upset Meg running out with Duncan appearing right after her.

"What?" Duncan screamed as Meg started to push the button for the elevator and looked back at the other blonde who was standing next to the door in shock.

"Come on Veronica, let's go home."

If you know the episode, you know where Logan was 5th period that day, so yes, I AM including that, but trust me, it won't be the same as you expect. And I know some things weren't in order, but they worked out better this way for the whole drunken party rescue. So sorry if that was confusing or upsetting in anyway.