Sorry I'm a day late. I'm on vacation so I'm not going to waste time with a long A/N. But here it is, hopefully you enjoy the new characters in this chapter...

The flight was way too long and way too cramped to be comfortable so I spent the entirety of it trying to get just that. Logan luckily had passed out shortly after take off, probably from his lack of sleep the night before and I could only wish to have been that lucky.

I was never scared of many things but heights was not one of my strong points. Being flown in a heavy metal vehicle miles above the ground did not put me at ease any more. Thank God for the on-flight movies.

Of course Logan woke when the food was served. So much for his company. Not like there was much to do or say in the confines of the airplane. It was dangerous for either of us to speak because we had yet to get used to calling each other by our aliases. I noted to change that come landing in Australia.

Plus the things I was hearing from the people around us was far more entertaining that anything we could've said to each other. No matter where I went, I could not escape quarreling spouses and downright scumbags.

"V, you haven't touched your food." Logan pointed out.

I wrinkled my nose, "The smell alone is making me gag. Do you want me to have to use this barf bag?"

"Babe, you got to eat."

I shook my head, "This isn't edible, Lo…ucas."

My slip-up ended the conversation between the two of us, thus ending the battle over me eating the repulsive airline food. Okay, maybe I was overacted a bit but my senses were sensitive.

And just to my dismay a flight attendant happened to walk by collecting garbage. Logan put a gentle hand on her arm as she approached, "Do you have any other meals to offer? Maybe a cold platter?"

"We have a shrimp salad," She offered animatedly, with a soft hint of an accent.

I scrunched my nose dreading the thought of seafood. Especially shrimp.

"Anything…not prepared?" Logan searched for the right words to convey my needs.

She thought for a moment, "Actually, we have bagels for breakfast. Would you like one now?"

Bagels, I was sure I could stomach. I nodded eagerly and in a flash she was off to retrieve my dinner.

With the baked good in hand, Logan watches as I picked it apart and slowly ate it. I hoped the slower I ate the bagel, the faster the flight would pass. Boy was I wrong.

It felt weird to stand, let alone walk. The almost 24 hours on the plane were not a pleasant one. With the waste of the day we stepped outside onto the Australian soil. Together, we inhaled the salty sea air from the Mollymook coast. It was almost as if I could read Logan's mind and the contentment he felt for our newfound home.

It was easier to hail a taxi here than any cab in New York City. It seemed like the cabbies here were more welcoming to their customers, actually drumming up a conversation. Or maybe we were just special coming from America. He at least gave us some practice on our new stories. Though most of Vaughn and Lucas Lesters' lives were built off of truth, it wasn't hard to stick with.

We were dropped off in front of a hotel that was comparable to the Neptune Grande. The nostalgic building was hard to walk into but hand-in-hand, sunglasses shielding our faces, we waltzes up to the front desk to check in.

"Mr. and Mrs. Lester, checking in," Logan said with a sly smirk.

A quick exchange of a credit card for a key card we were on our way up in the elevator to our room that would serve as our home until we found one of our own. It's not like either of us wasn't accustomed to living in hotel suites.

I had been afraid that living in the hotel would be a painful reminder of the past but the room was very indigenous to Australian natives it was easier to keep ourselves grounded in the here and now.

The bed was so inviting and plush but I had other more important things to do than rest. Bags needed to be unpacked. Papers sorted out. A game plan set. All before dinner in the hotel lobby with the realtor Weidman had set up for us. There was so much that needed to be done in the short months until the baby was born, we had to jump in full force right out of the gate.

After a quick touch up to the hair and make up and a spritz of perfume, I was ready for dinner. The last bit of energy the bagel had fueled me had run out mid unpacking and my stomach grumbled.

And of course the realtor was late but that just beckoned for my stomach to roar louder.

"Go ahead, order," Logan urged as the waitor came by again inquiring about our third party member.

I whispered, harshly, "That's rude. I can wait."

"What's rude is being late to a meeting," Logan tsked, "Get some food in you now. You might want to starve yourself but I won't let you starve our baby girl."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "You think you're clever using the baby card against me. I can't wait until I use that one on you."

"Oh yeah," Logan whispered softly into my neck.

"Sorry, I can't tonight," I brushed him away, "The baby is making me too tired."

"You are cold."

I waved the waitor over, "I'll have the chicken special."

By the time my food arrived, I heard a hustling of foot steps behind me. Setting my anticipatory fork and knife down to see what the commotion was about a blur of a person sped past us.

"I'm sorry I'm late," He said settling in his chair opposite of us sans an Australian accent, "I'm glad you didn't wait on me to order."

Our eyes met and the painful realization hit us like a ton of bricks to the chest, "Hi."

I chocked out as the familiar voice stumbled over "I'm Dane Kuncan."

Logan laughed out loud. This was too rich for him.

We all sat in silence for a few minutes, unsure of how to assess the situation. We were obviously supposed to know about each other because Clarence Weidman had set this little meeting up. Had he thought it was too dangerous for the three of us fuigitives to get together, he wouldn't have put us in our current situation. But we couldn't be to careful with anyone watching. I tried to keep both boys on the same page with my eyes.

Luckily Duncan began to carry on with business as usual, "What type of property are you interested in? Beachfront? Secluded?"

"I need something that will make us easy money," Logan leaned back in his chair, at ease with business discussion.

"Well dive shops are pretty popular. Even restaurants," Duncan rifled through his papers aimlessly, "But resorts are where the money is."

"We'll take one," He smirked, "On the water."

"Honey," I placed my hands softly on the table. Duncan's eyes fell right on my wedding band and flashy engagement ring, "Shouldn't we talk about this?"

Logan shrugged, "Just business talk, sweetie."

"But isn't what's mine is yours? Remember?" I said through a locked jaw.

"Exactly," Logan nodded, "My resort is your resort."

I was seething with anger at his rash decision and nonchalant attitude, "But a resort is a little much. Don't you think we should take on something a little smaller right off the bat?"

"I want to make as much money with as little effort as possible."

"I'm going to take a walk to the bathroom," I struggled to get up but Logan was prompt with his assist, "I hope he can talk some sense into you by the time I get back."

I nodded towards Duncan before I walked away but his face was proof he'd be no help to my argument. Besides he was too wrapped up in the protruding bump on my front side. Frak.

The bathroom brought little clarity. I was sick to my stomach at the resurfacing of Logan Echolls, obligatory jackass. The flip knocked me off balance, creating doubt in my mind that the boy had ever really grown up. And with doubt came fear for our future.

Then it hit me. Logan had been great, ever since he found out I was pregnant. Things were even better for us as we became a couple. With all the confusion and craziness in the last few months, we were closer than ever. Even in exile, fights about our relationship had been absent. The only difference in Australia was Duncan's presence. And the only thing Duncan could ever bring out in Logan was jealousy. But after everything could Logan really be jealous of an ex-flame?

The bathroom spun around me and the only solution I could think of was splashing cool water into my face. The cold was rejuventating and the awakening surprise had given me the jolt I needed to go back out there and take control of the situation.

I strutted back to the table with my new confidence. Lowering myself slowly into my seat, I saw the boys had not moved an inch from their respective corners since I left.

"Did you boys play nice?" There was no response from either of them so I took the opportunity to command the conversation, "Well, I'll humor my husband's crazy notion of a resort. But I also want to see some residential properties as well."

Duncan shuffled through papers, "I had a few marked off a few properties that I deemed suitable for young, newlywed couples. But with the new circumstances, I don't think they fight your needs. What did you have in mind exactly?"

"I'm thinking three bedrooms, preferably four. And at least two bathrooms. Open floor plan. Two car garage. A view would be nice as well."

"I'll have to check more listings."

"Well I'm not feeling too good right now. Ya know it was a long trip," I yawned, "Can we set up another meeting once you've had time to look through your listings? Say tomorrow?"

Duncan nodded, "Tomorrow, lunchtime. I'll pick you up?"

"See you tomorrow," I slid to the front of my chair, waiting for the boost that didn't come. Logan sat dumbfounded next to me, "Honey?"

He snapped out of his trance and stood up. I yanked his had and he almost fell over as I pulled hard to stand up. He deserved worse after getting me into this mess.

"Um, Ver—" Duncan started, a little shaky himself.

I help up a hand, cutting him off, "Vaughn."

He coughed, chocking out my new name, "I just—"

I used my control over the two men to shut him up right there, "We'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Kuncan. Then we can go over formalities."

He got the subtext and let us go in peace without another word. I knew he had as many questions as I did but we needed to wait until we knew the premises was secure. With all the different people around we had to be most careful where we felt most comfortable. Slip ups could not be afforded in the current plan. Settling in, unnoticed in Australia was top priority. Catching up with our fellow fugitive was not.

Besides, I had a more pressing matter at hand. A stubborn husband, well for all intents and purposes, was way more imperative than catching up with an ex-beau. And boy was Logan in for a good one tonight.

He probably thought he was getting away with his behavior due to my exhaustion but once we were safely locked behind the door to our suite, the flood gates were release and my feelings poured out in tears and words alike.

Throughout all the name calling and yelling the thing that really made him stop and listen was when I said, "How are we going to make it the rest of our lives like this?"

The scary part was I actually meant it and Logan could feel the weight of my question in the air.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about this," I motioned to the distance between us, "It's like fight is the only thing we know how to do."

"That's not true," He shook his head, "Maybe it's all you know how to do."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"What the hell was that out there?" He pointed furiously at the door, "It's like I don't even exist to you, Miss Powerful Mars."

"That's funny," I slammed a fist on the dinette table, "I was thinking the same thing!"

He threw his hands up, frustrated, "I'm not he one ordering people around like I own them. It's probably a good thing you never had money."

My jaw dropped nearly to the floor, "How dare you! And at least I'm not completely insecure with any of you relationships with an ex!"

"What exes do I still have a relationship with, huh?" He stepped closer to me, a finger dangerous close to my face, "And this is Duncan we're talking about?"

"And…?"

He paced the space in front of me, "I saw the way you looked at each other."

"I was shocked to see him okay," I spat defensively, "Besides, I'll always be drawn to Duncan. He was my first love."

It was Logan's turn to slam his fists on the table, "And you never let me forget that. You never cease to remind me that I'll never be as good as Duncan was to you."

"Duncan and I shared a relationship that was special," I seethed.

"This isn't even about your connection with Duncan," Logan scoffed, "This is about you not being able to sit back and let me do something right for our future."

"What you just expect me to sit back and let you take over my life?" I rephrased unbelieving of his words, "I wasn't built to be a trophy wife like Madison Sinclair."

Logan stumbled backwards a few steps. I had crossed a line in this fight and it hit him like a jab to the stomach, "I thought we were over that."

I wished I could have taken back my words but of course, I had yet to get my hands on a time machine. The only thing I could do now was grovel, "We are. I'm sorry. You know how I am, babe. I can't help it."

"I've made my compromises," He backed away towards the bedroom, "Now make yours."

Was he asking me to give up Duncan after we just got him back in our lives? Was he asking me to forget about who I was, am, and just be his perfect little Susie Homemaker? He had to know that wasn't in my genetic make up.

"You want to compromise," I stormed after him, "Let's compromise."

I was so worked up in the fight that it was making me sick. And not just mentally. I felt bile and dinner rising up from my stomach. It surprised me that I made it into the toilet in the unfamiliar room. With my first hurl, I felt the familiar larger, calloused hand on my forehead holding my hair back.

With the retching complete, I finally lifted myself from the tiled floor to be met with a damp towel and a cup of mouthwash.

"I want to be apart of decision making," I said taking the contents of the cup into my mouth, "I don't want to be the executor but I want my opinion to be considered at the least."

"Done," Logan rubbed my shoulders soothingly, "And we need to find you a doctor here. Maybe Duncan can suggest someone."

"Okay," I nodded and led us towards the bed, "And I want to run this resort of ours. You know I'm not a hands-off type of girl."

"Deal," Logan lifted the comforted and created space for me to crawl in, fully clothed, "One more thing," He said as he pulled off his clothes and slid into the other side of the bed, "No more fighting. It's really taking a toll on my psyche."

No fighting sounded good as I drifted into a jet lagged coma-like sleep. Not even the baby's incessant kicking was a match for the Sandman tonight.

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