A/N : This is a short one. I'm breaking this last chapter up to have two versions. The end result is the same - just one is PG-rated and the other R-rated. I wanted to make it friendly to all - I know that there could be some readers out there who may not like the 'smut'!! I hope to have both versions completed soon!! Thanx for reading!! And Thank You to those who've left feedback - it's awesome!! Keep it coming!!

Summary: In my world, Logan and Veronica never stay apart for very long.

It's their story that doesn't have an end.

-- LoVe --

Veronica had been standing staring at the door before her for about 10 minutes now. She had pretended twice already that she was trying to find the key in her bag when people passed by. The irony being she had two in her bag, both in plain sight.

Veronica took a deep breath, readied herself and raised her fist to knock. Before she could connect, it swung open.

Both Dick and Veronica jumped in surprise, eyes wide and locked on each other.

Dick recovered quickly sneering. "Ver-On-Ica. Come over to kick the puppy some more?" He purposely blocked her from entering the suite by leaning awkwardly across the threshold.

Veronica glared at him; "Get out of the way, Dick."

"Seriously, Veronica." Dick leaned towards her a little and lowered his voice, "You've already ripped his heart out. Come back for his balls now?"

Veronica pursed her lips, inhaling sharply and then blew out a frustrated breath. She silently prayed for patience.

"Seriously, Dick" she spat back. "Get. Out. Of. The. Way."

Dick let out a surprised 'Oh!' as Veronica hooked her small leg around the back of his, knocking his knees forward. She easily stepped to the side and into the suite as Dick fell out into the hall. Before he could get up, Veronica shot him a sweet smile and slammed the door shut. He probably didn't have his keycard, but just in case - she flicked the bar of the night lock securely in place.

Walking towards Logan's room she could hear loud music. She recognized it as an old Def Leopard song 'Love Bites'. A sad smile crossed her lips.

She pushed the door open and took a tentative step inside. The only light was coming from that stupid fish display behind the bed. The room stank of stale liquor. In the dim light she could see Logan sitting on the bed, head lulled back and resting on the headboard. His eyes were closed and he was taping his hands in time with the music on his knees.

She walked over to the stereo and turned the music down.

"Dick!" Logan protested, voice slurred. "I was listening to tha..." He trailed off when his eyes focused on her.

He almost smiled. Veronica saw it - just for a moment, when he realized it was her standing there and not Dick. He almost smiled, but shook his head slightly and it was gone.

"Love bites?" Veronica motioned to the stereo.

"Well, it was between this or Patrick Swayze's 'She's Like the Wind' ... But, alas!" He swayed slightly on the edge of the bed dramatically swinging a hand to his forehead, "I couldn't find my copy of the Dirty Dancing soundtrack!" He gave a lopsided smirk. "You don't happen to have it do you?"

Veronica watched him closely. He was drunk. It was obvious that all he had done these last few days was sit in this room and drink. He had lost the tie, but he was still wearing the same dress shirt and pants as when she left him. He was unshaven. His eyes shone in the darkness and she could almost feel the pain rolling off him in waves.

She approached the bed slowly. How could they keep doing this to each other? Can't be together - can't be apart? It all seemed like a cruel joke. Logan's choice of song seemed extremely fitting. Love does, indeed, bite.

Yet, here she was. Still in love with him. Always in love with him.

Logan watched as she stopped just in front of him out of the corner of his eye. He kept his head down and avoided looking directly at her. He half thought this was some drunken delusion. When he first saw her standing by the stereo he had to shake his head. She'd been haunting him for days.

He felt her hand on the side of his face, gently lifting his chin. He allowed it. Her other hand ran through his hair, smoothing it back. He held his breath.

Their eyes met and they just looked at each other. Each seeing the same series of emotions reflected back. Pain. Need. Loss… so many, too many swirling together.

"Look what we do to each other?" Veronica broke the silence, whispering the question.

Logan quickly wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to rest his head on her chest. She cradled him to her and continued to stroke his hair. His shoulders shook as he started crying.

"Please ... I love you ... I'm sorry, I'm sorry ... I need you ..." he pleaded in broken sobs, "Please ... I'll do better ... don't leave me alone... I'm sorry ... I love you, Veronica. Just you ... always you ..."

Veronica's tears ran down her face as she rocked him slowly back and forth. "Shhh ... I know, I know. I'm here. I'm not leaving. Not anymore." she soothed. She held him tightly as if to prove the point.

When he quieted, she slipped out of his arms, stepped back and pulled him to his feet. She led him into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Once satisfied with the water temp, she turned back to Logan. She undid the only two remaining buttons and pushed the dress shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Logan watched her with searching eyes as she undressed him. He dared not breathe or make any noise; he didn't want to break the spell of calm comfort she created as her hands softly moved over his skin. She was really there - gently directing his now naked form into the shower.

Logan stood letting the water cascade down his chest. He welcomed the warmth and leaned into it further, letting the water run over his head. He heard movement outside the shower and disappointedly thought that Veronica had left. He squeezed his eyes shut, certain that she was going to walk out of the suite again.

--- TBC ---