AN: Sorry about not updating for a long time again, I was in Malta getting boiled. Enjoy chapter 11. Italics are flashbacks.

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Chapter 11

I'm Not Dead Just Yet

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"V? Veronica? Ronnie?" Logan asked, unbuckling his seat belt. Veronica's head lay on shards of glass on the car door, a trail of blood running down her forehead, but as he watched it grew like a dam bursting. He reached over but groaned in pain and grabbed at his chest, his ribs still not completely healed. He heard tires squeal and looked in the rear view mirror. Their follower was speeding off in the opposite direction.

"C'mon Ronnie, wake up. You have to wake up. I can't lose you. You're all that I have. Wake up. Please." He whispered, pulling out his cell phone. He desperately pressed the buttons. His hands were shaking so much though that he couldn't dial 911. He roared in frustration and hit the steering wheel with the palm of his hand. He took slow, deep breaths and again tried dialling 911. This time he achieved it and frantically explained everything that happened since leaving the hospital to the operator on the other end.

"Ok, do not try to move her or yourself by the sound of your groaning, the ambulance will be there soon, along with Sheriff." Logan hung up his cell phone and again hit the steering wheel so hard that he turned on the car horn. He again looked over at Veronica, feeling the wetness on his cheek from his tears, falling silently. He couldn't lose, not after he got her. He's been waiting since he was 12 for her to be his, he was not going to let her leave that soon.

He glanced out the windshield at the sound of roaring motorcycle engines, followed by the sound of a siren. A few seconds later he saw them turn onto the street that Wallace's car was sitting in the middle of, an ambulance and the sheriffs car closely behind. He released a slow breath and dabbed at his cheeks. He smiled and looked over at Veronica.

"They're here Ronnie; everything is going to be fine. Just fine."

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16 Days, 2 Hours, 17 Minutes, 44 Seconds Later

The sound of the machinery was all that could be heard in the hospital room. The tiny, blonde one lay asleep in the bed, a tube down her throat to keep her breathing. The brown haired boy sat beside her, firmly grasping her hand, looking into her face, his eyes on hers, waiting, hoping, for them to shoot, for her to wake up. Ever since the accident, he, Wallace, Alicia or her father had been at her bedside, she was never alone. She had visitors every day: Meg, Mac, Duncan and Weevil. Logan had stopped by before school, during lunch and return once school was out; he knew Veronica wouldn't want him to miss finals, even though she had and would be going to summer school now to make up what she missed. That was if she woke up. 'Don't think about Echolls. Of course she'll wake up. She has too.' He squeezed her hand hopefully, keeping the contact if she reacted to it at any time. He looked up when he heard the door open. Keith, Wallace and Alicia entered. Over the past 2 weeks, Logan had grown to respect Veronica's father, becoming friendly with Wallace and was beginning to enjoy Alicia mothering him whenever she saw him start to look down.

"Hey man, how you doing?" Wallace asked, taking a seat beside Logan.

"I'm good. Hello Ms. Fennel, Mr. Mars. How are you both doing today?" Logan asked politely. Keith had allowed him to stay once he was released from hospital. Keith had even allowed him to sleep in Veronica's room but "only till Veronica comes home."

"I'm good, thank you Logan." Alicia replied, sitting on the edge of Veronica's bed as Keith took the last empty seat remaining on the other side of Veronica's bed. He kissed Veronica's forehead and whispered "Who's your daddy?" before sitting down and looking at Logan.

"I'm ok Logan. Any change?" He asked, taking Veronica's other hand in his.

"I thought she opened her eyes earlier but the doctor said that sometimes people in coma's do that so…."

"Who are the flowers from?" Wallace asked, reaching up and removing the card.

"Duncan and Meg. They dropped by this morning."

"How is Duncan after everything?" Keith asked, his eyes never leaving Veronica's face. Wallace replaced the card and turned to face his sleeping BFF.

"He seems….better. At peace knowing that he didn't kill Lilly. But he doesn't spend a lot of time around me since Veronica found out the truth. I don't think he blames me or anything, just that he needs time. Plus, me dating his ex girlfriend doesn't help the friendship. His parent's case is coming up soon, along with Weidman's. Duncan said he was the one who called in that Abel Koontz killed Lilly and paid off Koontz's daughter. But I can't help thinking that if it wasn't for him, Aaron wouldn't have been arrested again and Veronica would be…." Logan swallowed hard, trying to keep from breaking down again.

After the PCHer's, ambulance, Sheriff Lamb and Deputy Leo arrived on the scene, they heard Logan's ranting about Aaron escaping jail and chasing them in his car, causing Veronica and Logan to crash, Logan roared about Clarence Wiedman warning them cryptically. Weevil glared at the Sheriff after turning off his motorcycle.

"Is this true? Is this true? Did you let Lilly's murderer escape...again!"

"I didn't let him escape. But yes. We've been searching for him for 2 days." Weevil snorted at this and turned to Logan who had now been let out of the destroyed car.

"Color, Make and Direction now." He asked, clenching his fists.

"Black with tinted windows, Benz CL 500, that way about 5 minutes ago." Logan replied, pointing in the direction behind him before Weevil signalled for his gang to head off in the direction. "Call me if you find him." Logan added before Weevil started his engine and followed his gang.

"We'll be asking you a few questions, so don't think of leaving the country any time soon." Lamb snarked, heading over to the driver of the other car who was leaning against it, her arms wrapped around her waist protectively.

"I won't be leaving ever again. I have nothing to run from. Unlike you. How many other murderer's have you let escape?" Logan replied as he was led into the ambulance. The EMT ran back to the car and grabbed Veronica's bag that the other EMT was holding out. He ran back and handed it to Logan. As Logan was about to ask a question, Veronica's phone began to ring. Logan searched in the bag and pulled it out, he glanced at the caller ID. On the screen it read 'Private Number'. He answered the phone.


"Hello?" He asked, watching as the EMT's placed the unconscious Veronica onto a stretcher.

"Mr. Echolls, I hear you and Miss Mars had a run in with your father."


"Who is this?" Logan asked, glancing over at Lamb before standing up and looking around.

"It's Clarence Wiedman."

The PCHer's found the Benz parked at the Echolls Mansion and, thinking that Aaron was inside, throw in a lit bottle of alcohol through a window on the ground floor. The house quickly became a blaze. When the fire department searched through it, they found no bodies. Aaron had escaped again. No reporters where there as the story had become old news very quickly. Logan told Keith that nothing he cared about was in that house. He had already placed his mother's things in storage.

His conversation with Clarence Wiedman gave him the impression that Wiedman was working for someone to catch Aaron before he jumped the border. Wiedman told him he knew where Aaron was going and to warn Lamb. With that Logan heard the dial tone. He hung up and jumped from the ambulance and ran to Lamb. He explained to him that Aaron would be at the Camelot Motel until 7pm tonight before heading for Mexico. This gave Lamb an hour to get enough officers to storm the motel. 3 hours later, Aaron was again in jail, but not the sheriff department. He had been brought to a maximum security prison until his trial, where he would be tried for murder, attempted murder in 2 counts, escaping custody, and 2 counts of manslaughter in the second degree. He would never be a free man again.

"Don't think like that honey." Alicia said, reaching over and placing her hand on his shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze and a small smile.

"I'm sorry but I can't. She's the only thing I have left. Lilly's dead, my mom's dead and my dad is a murderer. I can't lose her too." Logan replied, grasping tightly to Veronica's hand.

"Man, you have us." Wallace replied quietly. "And Duncan and Meg and Mac. Even Weevil is getting to tolerate you, though he wouldn't admit that. Ever." Wallace continued, chuckling lightly.

"Thanks." Logan said, smiling at the others in the room.

Suddenly, one of the machines Veronica was connected too began to beep faster and louder.

"Oh god, get help someone." Keith shouted, standing up.

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AN: I really am sorry for the delay, but please review this chapter because reviews, well, they're like sweet nectar, they keep me writing.