I apologize if the ending of this chapter falls flat. I really couldn't think of anything else to add.

Anyway, thanks for reviewing last chapter.

This wasn't really a request, but Angel did ask for more on Veronica and Logan's relationship so I wrote this.

Thanks for reading and I do not own these characters.


They were sitting in a tiny, smelly second story bathroom in the house Logan shared with Dick. Veronica was perched on the edge of the bathtub, clutching tightly to a white stick, eyes closed, unable to look at it while Logan sat against the wall, watching her impatiently.

"We'll eventually find out either way, Ronnie," he said softly. "I'd rather it be right now instead of in nine months when you squirt it out."

"Squirt it out?" Veronica opened her eyes, giving him an incredulous look. "It's a baby Logan not toothpaste."

Logan shot her a tired look, shaking his head. "Look, regardless of what this test says, you know I'll always love you, right?"

"Oh my God, Logan, I might be pregnant. I'm not dying."

"I'm just saying. I won't leave you if it's positive."

"And if you try I have a sheriff father, a computer genius friend, an ex-biker friend, and an ex-basketball player best friend who will track you down and kick your ass; except Mac who will most likely ruin your life through cyberspace."

"See I can't leave even if I wanted to," Logan said shrugging. He sighed, "We have to look at the test eventually."

"I know, I just need another minute," Veronica muttered closing her eyes again, clutching the test tighter. "Have you thought about…?"

"What? Kids? Veronica, I didn't exactly come from a stable home. I'd be lucky to keep a dog alive let alone avoid screwing up a kid. What about you?"

"Oh yes, with an alcoholic mother who stole from my dad and me and disappeared, and the Mars' track record with getting into trouble, all I think about is kids."

"You aren't your mother, and we'll deal with your cases as they come. I can help out, and I know Mac, Weeves, and Wallace would also help. And your father would jump at the chance to protect you and his potential grandchild."

"He'll kill you, you know? I can't say that you'll get to choose the method in which you die, but there's a chance it'll be quick." They shared a small smile. It was quiet for a moment, but the silence was broken by Veronica quietly saying, "You aren't Aaron."

He nodded, avoiding her eyes. He then drew in a deep breath, met her gaze, and said, "Well, let's see if I should start planning my funeral."

"Okay." Veronica sucked in a deep breath, opened her hands, and peeked at the test. She was quiet for way longer than Logan would have liked, and he very nearly jumped up and wrenched the test from her hands, but finally she said, "If he kills you I am not naming it after you."

"What?"

"And we are not naming it after some weird, video game character either. Or Dick."

"What are you saying?" Logan knew he should have already put two and two together, but his brain was taking a moment to catch up.

"I'm saying strap on your daddy pants, L. We're having a baby." And to prove her point, Veronica shoved the test at him. He carefully took it, looking down at the little blue plus sign.

The bathroom was quiet for almost a quarter of an hour before Logan sucked in another breath, placed the test next to his legs, and said, "Can we wait until the kid is eighteen to tell your dad?"

"I think that would be the wisest choice," Veronica stated quietly. She slid off the tub, coming to rest on the floor, her feet knocking into Logan's legs. "At least we only have two months left at Hearst. It'd be different if we were…" Veronica's eyebrows furrowed. "What are you staring at?"

"What do we do now? I mean, do I propose…?"

"If you propose I will taser you. We shouldn't get married because we're having a kid. This isn't 1945 anymore. Let's just get through telling everyone and the actual delivering of this kid before we even talk about marriage."

"Would it help if I said I was already planning to propose at graduation?"

"No it wouldn't. Look," she took his hands in hers, meeting his eyes. "I love you, you know this, and I wouldn't mind getting married to you, but not now. If, in two months, you want to ask scary, hormonal Veronica go right ahead and pray she doesn't kill you, but as of right now hold off on any proposals."

"If that's what you want," Logan said slowly, "I won't ask, but I'm still not going anywhere." And he wasn't. As terrified as he was at the prospect of having a child, he wasn't abandoning Veronica when she needed him the most. He also wasn't going to become Aaron either, and if he did he really hoped Veronica used that gun training her father put her through.

"I should probably make a doctor's appointment or something; make sure the test wasn't a false alarm. Then we'll have to get you a bullet proof vest for when we tell my father." Veronica got to her feet, heading towards the door. "Oh, and it's not living here. It can't live here. Here is a health code violation waiting to happen."

She was babbling, no doubt just as terrified as he was, and he knew he should calm her down. So, Logan jumped to his feet and followed her out of the bathroom. He grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him in a tight embrace. "We'll get through this. I mean, with your halfway decent childhood and my love of television we at least have a reference point."

"Speaking of television…"

"Oh, no, it'll never see The Aaron Echolls Story."

"Thank you." Veronica burrowed her face in his chest. "I love you."

"Love you, too," Logan whispered kissing her hair. He knew Veronica would make a kick ass mom, and he'd at least keep the kid alive by giving it food and shelter. Besides, he couldn't screw up anymore than his parents did, and he had Keith to go to for guidance… after the older man stopped trying to kill him. They were going to get through this, and perhaps raise an awesome kid in the process.