A/N: So thanks to the MANY reviewers who are sticking by my story. I do encourage constructive criticism, and I apologize wholeheartedly if I made it seem like I didn't. I know this update isn't as quick as the other few have been but work and the kids had me beat the past couple days. This chapter is a little bit of filler to build up the real drama coming! Hope you enjoy and as always, I have no stake in Veronica Mars or the rest of the characters associated.

It's times like this that I am so grateful to have Logan and Carter by my side. I don't know if I could have controlled myself otherwise. Getting to spend time with them gave me enough time to calm down and plot my revenge carefully, because revenge is a dish I believe is best served cold. Ice cold.

Duncan and Lianne called my cell phone several times throughout the week and texted me so many times that I honestly considered changing my phone number. I was through with the both of them, for good.

The paternity test was scheduled for noon, and of course I was up at 5am pacing the floor. Logan shifted in his sleep and noticed that I wasn't in bed. He reluctantly lifted his head and called out for me.

"Veronica? What are you doing awake? Come back to bed." He patted next to him.

I climbed back in bed and into his arms. The feelings I had for him pulled at my already fragile heart and I began to cry softly.

He pulled me closer to him. "Shh. It's all going to be okay." He said, smoothing my hair kissing my neck and cheeks gently.

"How can you say that, Logan? We're planning a wedding and I'm investigating Lilly's case along with trying to gain sole custody of Carter and determine if the guy who helped to conceive him is also my brother. How can that possibly ever be okay?" I ranted.

Logan just continued to kiss and hug me close to him. "It's going to be okay because I am here for you. I will never let you down. It's going to be okay because Carter is healthy and beautiful. But above all, it's going to be okay because I love you and I know you will figure this whole thing out."

Curling into him, I fell back asleep. I wish I could say I had peaceful, calming dreams but they were anything but. All I kept dreaming of was Carter developing disabilities because of Duncan. My father screaming telling me I was disgusting and he didn't love me because I wasn't his child. Jake Kane embracing me, congratulating me on being underhanded because I was his daughter. It was absolutely horrifying!

When I finally woke to Carter's cries it was about 9:30 am and the sun was starting to really beat through the windows. My phone beeped, ominously, just as I rose from bed. It was a text message.

From: 555-501-6027

You don't want to do this. You won't like what you find out, I'm warning you now.

To: 555-501-6027

Who is this? What are you talking about?

I waited a good ten minutes for a response but as expected, no answer. I even tried calling, but it just went to a prerecorded message telling me this caller did not have a voicemail box set up yet. Figures.

I spent the rest of the morning getting ready for Carter and I's appointment, with Logan following closely behind me telling me no matter what happened, he would be there for me. If I hadn't been so stressed out, it would have been entirely reassuring.

When we got to the office for the paternity test, as expected the entire Kane family was waiting. On our side it was just Logan, Carter and I. I didn't want anyone from my family to know until it was 100% undeniable.

After all of the poking and prodding the lab doctor told us we would have our results within the hour. That must be some Kane money talking, because tests like this usually took a week or longer, not that this wouldn't be the longest hour of my life.

Finally, the technician came back out and escorted us into a private room before addressing Duncan and I.

"Duncan? Veronica? Our lab tests indicate that you are 100% unrelated. Carter is also 100% unrelated to Duncan." He said, tensely.

What the hell could that possibly mean?

"Duncan, I thought you said.." I started.

"I did. We did. How is this possible?" He asked, looking to me for answers.

I scoffed. "How the hell am I supposed to know? This doesn't even make sense."

How the hell am I supposed to know?