Disclaimer – I own absolutely nothing from the television show Veronica Mars. All I claim is my imagination and this computer that I'm typing on. No suing me k?

Author's note – This is pretty much part 2 of the last chapter but its all in Logan's POV. I realized I hadn't done much from Logan's perspective and with his mommy jumping and everything figured now would be a good time to have some major Logan action. Please let me know if I'm doing a good job of this suicide thing. I want Logan to be sad but I don't want to turn him into a total wuss I also toss the word love out there but I still mean it in a strictly friendly way, the way you love your best friends and such. I know I wanted this to be pretty non Logan and Veronica but I can't help it. They're headed towards relationship status probably soon. I have a plan for how I'm going to incorporate Lilly and Duncan into their hook up. There will be no hiding it like on the show though. Anyway, Enjoy.

Monday came too quickly for Logan. Today was his mom's 'funeral' and the last thing he wanted to do was attend it. No doubt Aaron was going to find a way to make it all about him and Logan didn't think he could deal with that today but he didn't have much of a choice.

He tried to clean up the best he could but he was still at Veronica's where he only had one change of clothes. Some old Argyle shirt and tan trousers left behind by Duncan. It was far from his style but his other clothes were starting to smell so Veronica threw them in the washing machine.

Logan liked to joke around with her about her doing chores. She probably thought he was helpless without a maid but truth was his mom taught him how to cook and he's always been picking up after himself and even Trina when the maids weren't quick enough so that he wouldn't have to endure Aaron's wrath.

"Logan!" He heard Veronica call from her bedroom.

While walking towards her room he stopped to look at all the pictures on the walls for the millionth time since he's been here. He just loved the pictures of Veronica and Keith and playing and laughing. It must be incredible having a dad like him. Logan thought.

"Which dress looks more presentable to the 09er crowd?" Veronica asked him holding up two black dresses.

Logan thought for a minute before pointing to the one on the right which was more plain. "My mom would like that one." He told her.

"That settles that then, will you do me a favor and call Lilly and ask her to come by here before she leaves for your place. Tell her I need some help with my hair."

"Veronica, its a funeral not a beauty pageant." Logan said.

"I know that, but I want to look like I fit in." Veronica explained to him. "Just go call her okay?"

"Yeah fine." He said and went to go pick up the phone but before he could pick it up it rang.

"Hello?" He said into the receiver.

"Yo, is Veronica home I got some info for her?" A guy with a Spanish accent asked.

"Yeah, one minute." Logan replied. He took the phone and headed back into her room and handed her the phone. He sat there on her bed waiting for her to finish the conversation that contained a lot of 'uh huhs' and 'oh nos'.

"What was that about he said he had info. Info on what?" Logan asked her inquisitively.

Veronica hung her head down. "That was Weevil, he has something to show me at the high school. Its about your mom. We'd better hurry if we're going to see whatever it is and still make the funeral on time."

"No, we wont need to. This could lead us to her, then everyone will know she's still alive and no one will care if I missed the fake funeral." He said stubbornly.

"Logan, if we don't find her you might regret missing it." Veronica tried to warn him.

"Shut up, we're going to find her!" He shouted causing Veronica to jump a little. "Oh god, I'm sorry Veronica. I didn't mean to yell, but we have to find her." He said in a desperately.

"Okay. We'll find her." Veronica assured him. "Let's go." She said and pulled on her shoes.

Once they reached the high school he waited for Veronica to find this Weevil kid that he never heard of before. When she spotted him she instructed Logan to stay put so he waited for her on a bench until she came back.

When she did Logan didn't like the look on her face. She looked shook up possibly even sad. He tried to read her facial expression but the more he looked at her the more he felt like something was wrong.

"Logan. I need to talk to you." She said gravely. "In private." she added looking around at the sea of school children outside enjoying their breakfasts.

"Veronica... just tell me, what is it?" He asked growing more impatient and more nervous.

"Alright. There's a video. Some kid called Hart Hanson and his friends were filming some crappy war movie by the Coronado bridge that day. At the exact time actually that your mom supposedly jumped."

"And? What about it?"

"Well, I guess you can see it. Her, um jumping."

"I want to see it. How do we know that they didn't edit something in there to make money or something." He said holding on firmly to his stubbornness.

"Logan..." Veronica opened her mouth to argue but he quickly silenced her.

"I want to see it Veronica." He demanded.

"Okay, lets go. They're in the A/V room."

He quietly followed the small blonde to the room where this Weevil and Hart Hanson were waiting.

"So that's your mom smokin' herself?" The small one he assumed was Hart Hanson asked. Logan probably would have jumped over the table and beat the crap out of the kid for asking a question like that but before he got the chance he saw Veronica slap him in the back of the head. Under different circumstances he probably would have laughed but at this exact moment he didn't think he could ever laugh again.

"You see it?" Hart asked

"Yeah, it sucks." Logan told him.

"Play it frame by frame" Veronica instructed him.

"Damn" The Mexican kid who must have been Weevil said. While Veronica gasped. He saw it now. On the top left corner of the screen he saw an object falling from the bridge down into the ocean.

"Its time stamped right around the time when she supposedly... jumped." Hart pointed out. But Logan was only half listening. He had nothing to say and fearing that he would cry in front of these people he didn't know he left the room as quickly as he could.

Thankfully he had brought his car along. But where to go from here? Could he just go to Lynn's funeral now that she was really gone?

"Logan... Logan!" He could hear Veronica yelling for him. He wanted to keep walking but something made him stop and wait while she caught up to him. "Logan, there's been a charge on your mom's credit card." She said. "At the Sunset Regent in L.A.. Lets go, I'll drive."

"What? How?" He couldn't believe what she was saying. Just as soon as he'd lost all hope there it was again.

Logan watched Veronica get in the driver's seat and finally realized all that she was doing for him. Veronica, of all people. They were always close friends, and he cared about her a lot. In a way he never really knew where he stood with her though because of their complicated circle. They got along great as a group but rarely did they spend time alone with each other. It was hard to tell if she saw him as her friend, her best friend's boyfriend, or her ex boyfriend's best friend. He knew now after the way she came through for him and he knew he would do the same for her. He totally loved her and he never realized it.

"Okay, if your mom is at the hotel in L.A. I've got a few theories on how she pulled it off." Veronica said as she pulled out of the school parking lot and turned in the direction of the highway. "A. There was another jumper or your mom knew someone who was going to kill themselves and she gave them her car so it looked like it would be her. B. She paid someone to jump."

Logan cut her off. "Why would someone take money if they're not going to be around to spend it?" He asked curiously.

"Someone else, a spouse or child who needs the money maybe. You do crazy things for the people you love." She answered.

"What else could it have been?"

"Well, I'm not sure. The video could be misleading, maybe they super imposed the image I don't know. I should have had Mac take a look at it."

"Who's Mac?"

"You still don't know who she is? She's been dating Dick's brother Beav for like a month."

"Beaver never brings her around. I've seen her a few times around school with him but I didn't know her name, Dick calls her Ghost World, ya know like the movie with those weird chicks."

Veronica laughed at the movie reference "But the weird girl in that movie went after a dude way older than her, Beavs a year younger than us."

"I doubt Dick really watched the movie" he told her.

They instantly became quiet when the radio went to the hourly news report and they announced that 'they are now holding a ceremony for the tortured actress Lynn Echolls who leaped to her death Saturday morning on the Coronado bridge. Lynn's family life had recently been exposed when husband Aaron Echolls was stabbed at their own Christmas party. While most of the world believed Aaron was cheating, Lynn did not. Perhaps she realized the truth before she jumped. Her son Logan Echolls still in a junior in high school was also recently the center of controversy when he organized a series of bum fights and threatened media members'.

Logan felt so ashamed of himself. More so then when his father took the belt to his back. He was having fun with Dick and not thinking about how it could hurt his mom. He told himself to remember to tell his mom that he was sorry for all the stupid shit that he did when they got to the hotel.

"Logan, why don't you turn that crap off?" Veronica said as if she was reading his mind.

"It doesn't matter because she's not dead." He replied firmly.

"Okay but we still don't need to be listening to it. Come on, change it." She insisted.

"It's going to be the same shit on every station." He tried to tell her as he searched for a new channel.

"Put on a CD or something then."

"You're pesky." He told her but obeyed. He supposed it was a good thing anyway. He had a habit to self-destruct Maybe he was a masochist or something but he felt like the pain was a good thing, like karma, getting what he deserved. He was looking for redemption but he obviously didn't know how to go about doing it.

"I know. Logan, do you think you should call anyone to let them know you aren't going to her funeral?" She asked, worriedly.

"No, my dad will just get pissed if I call, I can't exactly tell him what I'm doing. I mean I told Duncan and he thought I was nuts. The only other person that knows what I'm doing is you. The only reason my dad even cares if I'm there is because it'll look bad on him, everything is always about him." Logan ranted getting more and more agitated as he spoke. He really did hate Aaron, everything about him was dark and he almost acted like a psychopath sometimes. No one would ever believe it though, not precious hunk Aaron Echolls. Even when he was accused of cheating at the Christmas party Lynn and his fan girls believed him.

"Okay well we should be there in about twenty minutes. Do you want to stop and get anything before we go there? We're still in our funeral clothes. I don't care if you don't, I'm just saying."

"No, its fine I just want to get there."

They spent the rest of the drive discussing their plan for when they got to the hotel. When they did finally arrive there was a small man behind the desk. He really just wanted to let Veronica do most of the talking and then provide the credit card when needed.

"Excuse me sir, we're looking for a place to stay on our honeymoon, what have you got here for luxury suites?"

"Well we've got a wide variety that you can choose from." He said pulling out a book with pictures of the rooms.

"Oh yuck" Veronica said "nah uh, no way,." Finally she set her eyes on one and piped up "How much is this one?"

"Ahh, our Princess suite twelve hundred a night."

"Let's take a look hon"

"I'm sorry I'm afraid that room is occupied." Logan looked up a bit at this, he tried to hide his excitement that was indeed the room the room charge to the credit card he didn't want to seem suspicious.

"Like literally occupied, we could just poke our heads in."

"I'm sorry but our guest has insisted on her privacy."

"Could you just call up to the room?" Logan asked, maybe a bit too desperately.

"I'm sorry." The man said and shook his head.

"Now what?" He asked Veronica as they entered the lobby and he plopped himself on a couch.

"I don't know."

"I'll just sit here until she comes out." He said insistently.

"No, I've got a plan." Veronica said reaching for her cell phone. "Hi, I'd like to report my card lost, my name is Lynn Lester." She said into the phone in a very convincing voice.

Not more than twenty minutes later the elevator opened and there she was walking towards the desk.

"Mom...Mom." He shouted to her.

"Logan? Did you just call me mom? You know she's gone right?" Trina said insensitively.

"You're wearing mom's clothes, mom's hat." He yelled getting angry at her.

"Oh puuuugh" Trina dismissed it "She was your mom my step mom, the lady who liked to parade around the house in a bikini when ever I had a boy over."

"Shut up Trina. You know dad could have used you.." Trina cut him off

"Oh so now you're concerned about dad's welfare? Isn't he the big bad wolf? Broken noses and cigarette burns. Ha, the stories you used to tell." Logan looked as though he could have shot fire from his eyes he was so pissed at his sister right now. "Besides, you're getting your wish, some accountant finally canceled mom's credit cards so I'll be heading home."

"But if you're coming home who will play dead hooker two on C.S.I. This week?" He snapped at her.

"Maybe I can be the ring girl at one of your bum fight." With that he remembered the radio in the car and how he wanted to apologize to his mom when he got here but she wasn't here. Trina was.

"You know what, Logan, we have to go, right now." Veronica finally spoke up gabbing onto his arm and trying to pull him away from his sister before he killed her.

He tried to make it back to the couch he was sitting on before but he didn't make it. He almost fell to his knees right in the middle of the lobby. Maybe he would have if Veronica wouldn't have been there right then. He didn't want to cry in front of her but he couldn't help it.

Veronica put her arm around his back and pulled him close to her chest. "I'm so sorry, come on. Lets get back out to the car." She said as gently as she could.

"She's gone. How could she leave me like that" he muttered almost inaudibly between sobs.

"shhh. Come on, we have to go." Veronica said and she tightened her grip around him as she stood up struggling to bring him with her and she led him out to the car.