Some Truths Hurt

by jenwin23

Jumping off point: V gets Duncan's journal in Echolls' Family Xmas. AU from there but many canon events happen too. All characters in the VM-verse make an appearance, but it is a LoVe story. In script format-but give it a try, it's well written.

25. Chapter 24 Slow isn't in my vocabulary

Disclaimer: Still not mine. But I promise to take good care of them while I play.

Lots of love and gratitude to the reviewers. I'm getting closer to the end of the story now, although there are at least 10 chapters left . More cannon to get through and some more original fun is planned. 400+ reviews!!

AN: Many cannon events, albeit in a slightly altered order are in the story. I'm skipping over things that happened on the show so unless I specifically change it or negate it assume it happened.

This story so far recaplet: Cannon up until Echolls Family Christmas. Veronica copied Duncan's laptop hard drive to get his journal. Connor and Veronica were dating for awhile, until she and Logan finally managed to work through their issues enough to get together. Veronica took a paternity test and is a Mars, Duncan wants to date her again, awkwardness ensues. LoVe investigates the rape and the truth is revealed (but is it the whole truth?). Lynn tried to commit suicide but Logan found her and got her to the hospital in time. Veronica is at Logan's side, but he breaks up with her convinced that she would be better off away from him. Logan's friends have a surprising response to the breakup, and stand by Veronica until LoVe gets back together. Lynn disappears and Logan asks V to find her, they track her to a rehab facility in Santa Barbara and have sex, but all is not well between them. Logan's grandma is in town and tells him about his trust funds. Logan has been trying to win a second chance from Veronica, but she holds out until she admits she loves him and wants to be together. Unable to just say it she acts out at a party until Logan throws her over his shoulder and kidnaps her until they work through their issues. Meg has a secret admirer, Mac is going strong with Enbom, and Casey has hooked up with the new girl, Nadia. Caitlyn and Madison had a sex tape of Logan until V conspired with Logan's friends to get it back. V gets her revenge on Dick, Logan get's his on Madison. LoVe starts dating again after they make up.

(I forgot to mention that V disabled Dick's truck as a sign of power from "God" in the previous chapter.)

I'm jumping around again, skipping Weapons of Mass Destruction to get to Hot Dogs, but I won't have the Duncan or Weevil bits here (I don't think). We'll also close out Ruskie Business in this chapter.

Chapter 24

(Wednesday)

Echolls' kitchen, morning. A chirpy Trina, with plate in hand, bears down on Logan, standing and looking at his books on one of the kitchen counters.

Trina: Good morning, bro.

She holds out the plate.

Trina: Pop tart?

Logan: (smiles) Hm, a tart from a tart.

Logan takes a bite.

Trina: He of the sickle wit. Can I ask you something?

Logan, still chewing, uses his thumb and forefinger to pretend to take something from his now closed mouth.

Logan: Hmm. Will you look at that? There was a string attached to my pop tart.

He tosses the imaginary string over his shoulder.

Trina: Yeah, well, I'm in a little bit of a jam. I could use a loan.

Logan: And you thought the best place to go was to your teenage brother?

Trina: I know you have money Logan. That trust fund Mom set up.

Logan: Ah yes. The one I don't get until I turn 18.

Trina: Yeah, so that was a few months ago.

Logan: Um, no. I'm still 17 Trin. If I was 18, do you think I'd still be here?

Trina: So what about Dad's money?

Logan: Why don't you ask him yourself? (faking surprise raising his hand to his mouth) Oh, you already did, didn't you? (sad mocking pout) He said no? Aww.

Trina: You know I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

Logan: Oh, I do. I do.

Trina: Could I just borrow…ten grand, just for a little while.

Logan: (incredulous) Ten grand?

Trina: Will you just hear me out, please? My boyfriend Dylan spotted me some cash a few months ago and…now he's bugging me about it. I-I can't get him off my back.

Logan: (smirking and extremely pleased with himself) Did you try standing up?

Trina: (sarcastically) Thanks. Knew I could count on you.

Trina stalks off.

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At school, Veronica and Mac are sitting by the coy pond. They watch as Dick pulls into the lot and climbs out of his truck. He looks devilished and tired.

Mac: Looks like Dick had a hard night.

Veronica: (taking in his pale face and dark circles under his eyes) Looks like.

Mac: Everything set for today?

Veronica: Yep. Got recruits for each period, and wouldn't you know it but Felix's cousin is the maid at the Casablancas house. She's went in early this morning and will be working tonight.

Mac: And fortune smiles on the devious once again.

Logan walks up to the girls and kisses Veronica's cheek.

Logan: Humm, sounds like someone is up to no good.

Mac: Hi Logan.

Veronica: I don't know what you mean honeybunches.

Logan: Careful Sugarpuss.

He kisses Veronica again, this time a peck on the mouth, before turning to Mac.

Logan: We have a strict no lying policy.

Mac: (puzzled) Then how do you speak to each other?

All three smile.

Dick walks past them looking distracted. Logan stops him.

Logan: Hey Dick. (concerned) You feeling better today?

Dick: I dunno man. I just dunno.

Veronica: Did you eat breakfast?

Dick's eyes travel to Veronica face then drop down her body lingering over the small curves of her breasts for a moment until he jumps backwards.

Dick: Fuck.

Logan: Dude. You ok?

Mac: Maybe you should see the nurse.

Dick's eyes go to Mac noticing that her eyes are a pretty blue for the first time and he pauses as if expecting something, then smiles when it doesn't come.

Dick: Yeah. Yeah, maybe I will. Thanks.

Enbom walks up and takes Mac's hand pulling her into the school. Veronica and Logan follow behind with Dick. When Dick's eyes drop to Mac's small bottom, shown nicely in blue corduroy pants he jumps again.

Dick: (muttering under his breath) I was not looking at Ghostworld. I was looking at, at, something else.

He jumps again and his eyes skitter over Logan to Veronica before he closes them tightly.

Logan: Seriously man. You're freaking me out. What's going on?

Dick raises his hand to cover his eyes.

Dick: I told you, nothing. I'm fine.

He walks away from them towards English with his hand still over his eyes. Rams and Chester walk up to Veronica and Logan, looking after Dick with amused worry.

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First period English. Veronica keeps her face in a smooth, bland expression allowing the smallest amount of concern to show as Dick twitches when Meg walks in wearing her cheerleading skirt and top.

Dick: Dude, I'm just a guy, I can't not look.

Veronica looks at him and leans closer. Dick shies away and won't look at her.

Veronica: Who are you talking to Dick?

Dick: Nobody.

Towards the end of class Mrs. Murphy bends over to pick up the chalk she just dropped and Dick jerks up in his desk standing up abruptly and pulling off his clothes.

Dick: I was not looking at her, you're just punking me.

The whole class turns to stare flabbergasted as Dick gets down to his boxers and is about to push them down. Veronica covers her face in horror. Dick continues and stands with his pants and boxers pushed down around his ankles and the rest of him bare to the world.

Mrs. Murphy: (sternly) Mr. Casablancas.

Dick turns to face her.

Dick: You don't understand I keep feeling this zap, or tingly feeling…

The class giggles, some looking at him fully, others looking away.

Mrs. Murphy: (sternly) Put your clothes back on and please report to Vice Principal Clemmons office.

Dick hesitates.

Mrs. Murphy: (strident) Now, Mr. Casablancas.

Dick pulls his pants back up and pats Veronica on the head.

Dick: Sorry Ronnie. Didn't mean to give you the whole monty.

He leaves the classroom and Veronica's giggles break free. Meg looks stunned then looks at Veronica who is now bent over in laughter and narrows her eyes.

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Veronica rounds a corner by a heart shaped wall decoration promoting the dance. She stops, surprised. Meg, wearing her cheerleader gear, is enjoying the scent of a rather stunning bouquet sticking out of her locker.

Veronica: Secret admirer strikes again and the plot thickens.

Meg holds up a card that says GO!, with a grin.

Meg: He wants me to go to the dance.

Veronica grabs the card.

Meg: I'm dying to know who it is.

Veronica examines one of the flowers.

Veronica: Purple faced monkey orchid. Native to the King Leopold range in the Australian outback. My deduction? (with dramatic mystery) Your secret admirer is an aboriginal tribesman…

Meg: (laughing) Uh-huh.

Veronica: …who shops… (she holds up the card)...at Manny's Flower Hut.

Veronica pockets the card and gets out her cell, lining up to take a picture.

Meg: Uh-huh. What are you doing?

Veronica: In the detective business, we call this a clue.

Mac walks up with a smile.

Mac: So I heard Dick got naked in your first period class.

Veronica: Yes he did.

Meg: (hands on hips, eyes narrowed) Alright, that's it. What did you two do to him?

Mac and Veronica share identical looks of puzzled innocence. Meg is not impressed.

Meg: He could get in serious trouble for this.

Veronica shrugs.

Veronica: Payback is a bitch Meg you said it yourself.

Mac: And Dick has many years worth of it coming his way.

Dick had never been kind to the 02er kids in their school and had bullied and ridiculed them for years at will. Mac had been one of his favored targets in 6th grade when she had the misfortune of sitting behind him in class.

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Scene opens on hundreds of students milling around in the school parking lot. A loud ringing noise sounds continuously in the background. Logan is standing with Duncan leaning on the Xterra.

Rams: Logan. Man, have you seen Dick today? I think we might need to have an intervention or whatever. He's gone loco.

Logan and Duncan turn to see where Rams is watching Dick berate Brian (mini Dick from Madison's birthday party) about pushing Beaver earlier. When Brian rolls his eyes and then turns to look at a nearby girl's ass, Dick grabs his chin and forces him to look him in the face as he lectures some more.

Veronica and Wallace are standing a short distance away.

Wallace: Man what is up with these fire alarms? Second one this week.

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At lunch Dick continues to twitch and jerk looking around wildly and talking to himself.

Veronica: (to Wallace) What happened with Clemmons?

Wallace: Clemmons thinks Dick needs psychiatric help, he's scheduled an appointment with Mrs. James for tomorrow and with his Dad for after that.

Logan: I think we'd all support Dick getting a little help. He shoved Rams into a group of girls and ran the other way earlier. And that was after he slapped Chester for staring at Jasmine. Told him to be more respectful.

Mac: Really?

Meg: Humm. I wonder what could be going on with him?

She looks at Veronica, who again looks a bit too innocent. Logan catches the interaction and narrows his eyes on Veronica.

Logan: Sugarpuss, do you have anything to say?

Veronica: No.

Logan: Nothing? You don't know anything about what's gotten into Dick?

She stares at him, then slowly smiles her eyes gleaming with joy, but doesn't answer.

Logan: Veronica.

Veronica: How would I know what's wrong? He's your friend.

Logan: That's not an answer.

She shrugs.

Veronica: So, therapy could really help Dick.

Mac: Who knows? This whole experience could make him into a better person.

Logan: Will he still be Dick or will he be some poor bastard in a straight jacket by the time you're done?

Veronica: Well, that's up to him really.

Both Wallace and Meg look amused as Veronica confirmed their suspicions that she was responsible for Dick's odd behavior. Logan looks amused, exasperated and a bit afraid for his friend.

Mac: He seems to be learning.

Veronica: Surprisingly.

Her face takes on a slightly confused, conflicted expression.

Veronica: He actually apologized to me yesterday.

Logan: For locking you in the closet?

Veronica: (smiles) and everything else.

Logan rubs her back before kissing her temple. He lowers his mouth to her ear.

Logan: Try to be a bit nice, huh? He's my friend. And he helped me with the Madison thing.

With his arm still rubbing her back he can feel the shiver run through her body as his lips brush her ear. They'd hardly done more than kiss chastely since Monday after school and when she turned her head to face him, their mouths only separated by inches his eyes caressed her lips before looking up to see her pupils were slightly dilated with desire. Logan smiled a slow, sexy smile his eyes never leaving hers as he lightly brushed his lips over hers, once then twice before settling in as her eyes close. He nibbles lightly on her lips his hand moving from her back to circle around her waist pulling her closer to him.

The sound of gagging noises cuts into their passion and before Logan can really deepen the kiss Veronica turns her head and buries it in his shoulder. He turns to glare at Wallace and sees Enbom has joined them.

Logan: Where'd you come from?

John Enbom: A nuclear bomb could have fallen and you wouldn't have noticed.

Mac: (to Veronica) You realize we can all still see you right Veronica?

The small, currently flushed blonde lifts one hand from Logan's waist to flip them off without raising her face. Logan smiles and drops a kiss on her down turned head.

Logan: That's my girl.

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Later that afternoon Logan is waiting for Veronica outside her Spanish class. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and she reciprocates with one around his waist as they walk down the hallway.

Logan: Can you hang out tonight?

Veronica: I can't.

Logan: Veronica. I've hardly seen you outside of school all week.

Veronica: We're having a family dinner with the Fennels.

Logan: (grumpy) Then come to rehearsals.

Veronica: Can't. I have to go to the dog pound and the flower shop.

Logan: (batting his eye lashes) For me? You don't have to do that.

Veronica: For Meg. (narrowing eyes) You know, if you just told me who her secret admirer is I could hang out with you for an hour or so.

Logan: No.

Veronica: Your loss.

She slips out from under his arm to open her locker.

Logan: Seriously Veronica. I know I agreed to go slow, but this is ridiculous. I want to see you.

Veronica: I have work Logan, and you have play rehearsals. This isn't me conspiring against you.

Logan: (glum) I just miss hanging out with you.

Veronica: I know.

Logan: Let's skip the dance on Friday and go out. Just you and me.

Veronica: I promised Meg I would go.

Logan: (short) Fine. How about next week? Once you have time to check your schedule, have your people call my people. We'll do lunch.

Veronica: We eat lunch together every day, Logan.

Logan: (walking away) Sorry Veronica, no time to talk. (he raises his wrist and points at his watch) I have rehearsals.

Veronica: Logan. Stop.

He doesn't. She frowns at his back, but rolls her eyes instead of following him.

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Manny's Flower Hut: Veronica shows Manny the picture of Meg's flowers on her phone. He says he recognizes his handiwork, but when Veronica asks if he remembers what the buyer looks like, he comes up empty. Manny only remembers that he had a high school kid look. With this unhelpful information she thanks him and leaves.

Driving past the sheriff's station on her way to meet Mandy at the Balboa County Animal Shelter she has an idea and calls the station to speak to Rogers. She asks him if Karl the sketch artist from San Diego is still in town. Rogers tells her that he is, but he's teaching a few of the rookies how to question witnesses for good descriptions. She turns on the charm to get Rogers to help persuade Karl to visit Manny's flower shop as an exercise for the rookies.

Cut to Veronica and Mandy at the dog pound. They have one of the new flyers Veronica created. This time, the pictures of Chester are in color. The flyer is headed "Reward! Recompensa. For any information leading to the safe return of 'Chester'." They hand it over to the man at the counter.

Veronica: We're looking for a lost Jack Russell terrier, Chester. Any chance he's come through?

JW: Pure bred Jack. Hadn't come through. Sorry.

Another dog pound worker comes through from the back.

Hans: Veronica Mars? J-dub, this is the coolest girl in Neptune High. Uh, she was gonna get expelled for planting a spy cam in the teacher's lounge, but she had so much dirt, they just let her off.

JW: Is that so?

Mandy: (to Hans) Have you seen my dog?

Veronica hands him a flyer.

Hans: Um. Uh, man, no. Aww, I wish I had though, what a cutie. Keep an eye out, okay?

Veronica: We'd really appreciate that. Thanks…

Hans: Hans.

Veronica: Hans.

Hans exits as Mandy turns to Veronica.

Mandy: You really hid a camera in the teacher's lounge?

Veronica: I have no idea what he's talking about.

Mandy: Oh.

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At home Veronica is putting a leash on an excited Backup when her phone rings, she picks it up and looks at the display hopefully, then her face falls. It's not Logan.

Veronica Voiceover: So his way of showing he's mad that we're not spending enough time together is to ignore my calls and messages? Real mature.

She opens the phone and answers. It's Hans, who says he has bad news.

Cut to the dog pound. Hans tells Mandy and Veronica that Chester was found but he had been hit by a car, so they had to put him down. He gives Chester's collar to Mandy. She cries.

Outside Veronica says goodbye to a still shaken up Mandy and hugs Backup. She calls her Dad to say she's running a bit late but will meet him at the Fennels for dinner.

Dog Beach: Veronica is walking Backup throwing a ball and checking her phone every few minutes. While walking Backup back to her car she notices that a public bulletin board is covered with notices about lost dogs. She frowns as she looks at all the notices, knowing that there are way more than is usual. She takes several of the notices down and takes them with her.

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Leaving play rehearsals Logan checks his phone seeing several missed calls from Veronica. He immediately calls her back but she doesn't pickup. He leaves a message then listens to two messages from her and one from Cliff thanking him for the delivery of his new suit. Veronica isn't happy with him, and obviously thinks he was deliberately ignoring her calls, when really he'd been dealing with a drama rebellion. The recastings hadn't gone over well with some students, not surprisingly the ones who had sucked and been replaced.

After some yelling and tears, and too many snide comments to count, Logan had cajoled or bullied them into accepting his choices. Meg would be Beatrice, which Logan had thought casting against type, but Dom was right, she really was good. Dom was Benedick, Meg's friend Christina wais Hero, and Aaron Sugray is Claudio. Those two had been Dom's idea, and more to do with his matchmaking and mischief making desires than any real affinity for their parts. Travis Kittlemeyer is Don Pedro, Corazon Soliman is Don John, Roxie was Margaret (perfect casting in Logan's mind) and rounding it out is Adam Hamilton, who Veronica thinks looks like Fivel, but whom Logan thinks will make an excellent Dogberry.

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Sitting outside the Fennel house she considers calling Logan again, having seen that he had actually called her, but decides against it. Instead of going inside she calls a few of the numbers on the flyers and finds out only the owners who offered high rewards had gotten their dogs back.

Veronica Voiceover: I can't do anything for Mandy but if someone is stealing dogs in Neptune, they need to be brought down, hard, then beaten with some sort of tire iron, and dumped into the nearest body of water.

Veronica climbs out of the car and clips the leash on Backup before walking up to the Fennel's front door. Daryl opens it with a whoop of joy as he and Backup lunge for each other.

Keith: Veronica, you had to bring Backup?

Veronica: You said it was a family dinner. Hi Alicia. I hope it's ok? We can put him in the back yard.

Ailica: Of course. I think I have a bone in the freezer that I saved for him. That should keep him out of the roses.

Veronica and Keith both smile. The bone does keep Backup out of the roses, but not out of the trash.

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Scene opens in a floral decorated living room. A very bleached blonde woman, tan to the point of resembling old leather, is sitting in a French country chair, of course upholstered in floral fabric. A tall man, somewhat distinguished enters the room. Cliff sits on a white couch, looking very dapper in a silver, obviously expensive suit.

Mr. Ford: Mr. McCormack. You didn't say what this meeting was about.

Cliff: (rising to shake Mr. Ford's hand) No. It is a matter of some delicacy and my client wished to keep it as private as possible. Relating the subject matter to your secretary didn't seem the most effectual way to do so.

Mr. Ford: And who is your client?

Cliff: I'm representing the Echolls family in this matter.

Mrs. Ford: (trilling in excitement) Aaron Echolls' family?

Cliff: Yes. Well, let's get right to it shall we?

Mr. Ford: Please.

Cliff: You are aware that your daughter (looks down at his paperwork) Caitlyn, dated Mr. Echolls' son last fall.

Mrs. Ford: Of course. Logan was one of my favorite boyfriends of Caitlyn's.

Cliff: Humm. Well. There is no way to state this delicately. Your daughter recorded a sexual encounter with the minor, Logan Echolls, during the course of their relationship.

Mr. Ford: She what?

Mrs. Ford: Oh!

Cliff: (looking at his notes again) Yes. The video is time stamped Sunday, September 26.

Mr. Ford: How do you know that that punk didn't make the recording himself?

Cliff: The tape clearly shows that it was your daughter who had the recorder and set up the encounter. The video shows her calling Logan to come over then hiding the camera under some clothing before…(he trails off)

Mr. Ford: I assume you are not here to simply relate these facts to us.

Cliff: No. It appears that within the last few weeks your daughter tried to sell the tape to several media outlets. Logan became aware of the video at that point and alerted his father. That is where I came in. At the time the video was made Logan Echolls was only 16 years old while your daughter had already turned 18. Is that correct?

Mrs. Ford: (slowly) Her birthday is in June. June 18.

Cliff: (jots down a note) Humm.

Mr. Ford: How does that matter?

Cliff: Your daughter made a recording of a minor child having sexual intercourse without his knowledge then set out to sell that tape. In the justice system those actions are punishable with up 20 years in prison.

Mr. Ford: What?

Cliff: Sexual Exploitation of a minor, and the distribution of child pornography are serious charges, Mr. and Mrs. Ford.

Mrs. Ford: Oh my god, do something Henry!

Cliff: My clients have no interest in pursuing this matter in the courts.

Mrs. Ford: Oh, thank god.

Mr. Ford: I assure you Mr. McCormack, we will handle this with our daughter.

Cliff: I'm happy to hear that. However if somehow your daughter was to contact Mr. Echolls again or make any more attempts to sell or distribute the video we will press charges.

Mr. Ford: I can assure you Caitlyn will not be in any position to do anything of this sort ever again. Thank you for your time and your discretion Mr. McCormack. And please express our sincere apologies to the Echolls.

Cliff: Of course.

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In the lounge off the kitchen, Aaron is sitting on a couch covered in leopard print throws. He is reading Hermann Hesse's "Siddhartha." Outside the pool is being cleaned, inside another servant is polishing the table behind him. Trina walks into the lounge, carrying a script.

Aaron: Sweetheart. Stay close, okay? Bob's gonna be here any minute.

Trina sits next to him, enthusiastic and grinning.

Trina: Research for your next role?

Aaron: No, Phil Jackson gave me this. He said it would change my perspective.

Trina: Maybe you could option it.

Aaron snorts, exasperated, and drops the book onto his lap.

Aaron: Nobody seems to believe me. Not even my own children. I'm done acting, Trina. It's behind me now.

Trina: What if something so great came along?

Aaron chuckles in response. Behind them, Logan enters, carrying his books and checking his watch.

Aaron: There is nothing greater than living in the moment, being here for the ones I love.

He tickles her under the chin.

Aaron: That's my job now. Lynn's accident was my wake up call.

Having dropped his books on the kitchen counter, overhearing throughout, Logan joins them in the lounge. He smirks and holds out his hands in classic "setting scene" style.

Logan: Push in on our hero. Natural light frames his handsome, weathered face as he passes sage advice to his doting daughter. The music swells.

Trina rolls her eyes.

Logan: (a la Yoda) Important your family is. Hm, hm.

Logan leans against the arm of a second couch and lets himself fall back onto it.

Trina: But Daddy, there's this terrific part.

Logan glances back at her and laughs.

Trina: It's the villain in this independent feature my boyfriend Dylan's producing, "Escaping Your Past." You'd be perfect. Two days work.

Aaron: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on, Trina. Thank you for thinking of me, really...

Logan laughs again, amused by his sister's efforts.

Aaron: ...but, but this...(he indicates the book and then holds out his hands to indicate their home)...this is what I want to be doing now.

Logan can't stop laughing as the doorbell rings. Bob Greene, Oprah's personal trainer comes in and Aaron forces Trina and Logan to both go change and participate in the training session.

An hour and a half later Logan is sweaty and annoyed. Trina hadn't stopped bugging his dad about her boyfriend's movie the whole time they were working out. Logan storms up the stairs and into the shower. Exiting the bathroom wrapped in a towel he hears his phone beep and sees that he missed another call from Veronica. He accesses his voicemail to hear a very annoyed Veronica tell him that he can call her back once he's grown up some more and stops pouting. He dials her number right away as he slouches back on his bed. She picks up but doesn't say anything.

Logan: I wasn't ignoring your calls Veronica. I was busy.

Veronica: That's funny I was too, but I still managed to find a few minutes to call you after getting bitched at for being busy.

Logan: Rehearsals were a mess, everyone was yelling. I didn't hear my phone.

Veronica: And later?

Logan: My dad made me and Trin work out with his new personal trainer. He's getting back in shape.

Veronica: What for? I thought he was retired?

Logan: That's just the game Veronica. It's so when he makes his grand comeback there will be more fanfare over it.

Veronica: That's lame.

Logan: Listening to Trina kiss his ass for over an hour non-stop was lame. (pause) I'm sorry I made a big deal out of earlier.

Veronica: I'm not avoiding you Logan. I'm just

Logan: (interrupting) Busy. I know. I can't help that I want us to spend some time together.

Veronica: How about tomorrow?

Logan: (groaning) Rehearsals.

Veronica: After rehearsals?

Logan: Dinner?

Veronica: I could eat.

Logan: (dryly) You can always eat.

Veronica: (happily) I still have hope that I might grow some more. Gotta fuel the body.

Logan: You stopped growing back in junior high.

Cut to Veronica sitting up in her bed with an open text book on her lap.

Veronica: (faux sad) Way to kill the dream Logan.

Logan: So how was dinner with the family?

Veronica: Not bad. Not like with my Mom, but ok. Alicia is a good cook.

Veronica looks to be at peace with the new situation.

Logan: Well someone has to be.

Veronica: Now you're making fun of my domestic abilities? For someone who just managed to crawl out of the doghouse, you're awfully daring.

Cut back to Logan.

Logan: (smiling) What's with you always comparing me to your dog?Actually if I were Backup I'd probably have seen more of you this week.

Veronica: But not last weekend.

Logan: No. (the smile is clear in his voice) I guess I need to learn to share.

She tells him about the missing dogs and again tries to get him to reveal Meg's secret admirer, but he refuses.

Veronica: I will figure it out.

Logan: Before or after the dance?

Veronica: Are you doubting me?

Logan: No, just curious to see how many cases you can take on at once and still solve. Veronica: Do you think it would be weird to start my own drinking game?

Logan: Like whenever anyone asks you for help you have to do a shot? You'd be drunk all the time.

They laugh.

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Logan is getting a late night snack in the kitchen. He brings it over to the counter leaning down to eat as Trina walks in, wearing sunglasses and limping.

Trina: Is Dad still at dinner?

Logan: Yeah. But he's not far. (Smirk) I'm sure if you really tried you could blow smoke up his ass from here.

Trina passes him and goes to the ice maker behind him. Logan watches her.

Logan: Hey Trin, if you take your top off before you get on the mechanical bull, you won't fall off.

Trina doesn't respond. Logan loses the smirk as he realizes something is up. He straightens up as she passes by him again.

Logan: What happened to you?

Trina: Nothing.

Logan grabs the sunglasses off of her face revealing a black eye. Trina tries to snatch them back, but Logan holds them up, out of her reach.

Trina: Don't you have some homework to do, little brother?

Logan drops his arm and she grabs the sunglasses. She turns to walk away. He follows.

Logan: That wannabe producer boyfriend do this to you?

She stops but does not turn and does not answer.

Logan: What's his name, Dylan? Dylan what, what's his last name?

She faces him.

Trina: It doesn't matter.

Logan: It does now! Tell me.

Trina: You've made it clear that you have no interest in my problems, Logan. Don't be wishy-washy. It's so unattractive in a guy.

She turns and limps away, leaving Logan fuming in the kitchen.

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(Thursday)

Dog Beach, early morning. Veronica is posting the changed fliers. She has increased the size of the award from $100 to $1000 on one to see who calls once the reward has increased exponentially.

Echolls home: Trina is putting makeup on her eye. Aaron asks if she's going out and she says no. He asks what she wants for dinner that night, because he's going to cook for the family. Trina says on a diet. Aaron asks if she's okay and she replies that it's boyfriend stuff, but it's not a big deal. He tells her she can talk to him even about small stuff. Trina says she got her boyfriend's hopes up about doing the part in his movie and now the financing is falling through. She says she's thinking about Aaron, not Dylan.

Trina: Dad! I so don't care about Dylan. This is me thinking about you. This is a career defining moment you're passing up. I mean, hello, Travolta, "Pulp Fiction."

Aaron: Really. It's that good?

Trina: It's better than that good.

Aaron: Well, I guess I better hear about it then. Why don't you have your boyfriend come by later?

Trina jumps into Aaron's arms and gives him a big hug.

Trina: Oh. Thank you so much, Daddy.

Aaron: Hm.

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Veronica gets to school early and goes to the journalism room to run a few Get the Dirt reports before her first class. Logan texts her asking where she is and she replies. A few minutes later he walks in. Veronica is at a desk drinking from a bottle of water.

Veronica: Hi.

Logan: Hey, I need your help.

Veronica: (holding up the water bottle)Chug-a-lug.

Logan smiles but she can see the tension in his face and body.

Veronica: What's wrong?

Logan: I need you to track down Trina's leech-of-the-week boyfriend.

Veronica: Why? What'd he do?

Logan: He beat her up.

Veronica looks horrified and puts down the water.

Logan: I plan on returning the favor. All I know is his first name, Dylan, and he's producing this steamer.

Logan slaps the script Trina had earlier on the desk. Veronica picks it up and looks at it for a moment.

Veronica: Easy.

She looks up something on her computer and dials a number on her phone, Logan watching intently.

Veronica: Hi, I'm calling from Todd Russell's office at CAA. He read your script, "Escaping Your Past" and he went nuts over it. Have you sold it yet?

Veronica listens to the response.

Veronica: Really? Who's producing it?

Logan smiles as she works, impressed. He looks her over as she continues talking and takes notice that she is wearing a mini-skirt today. She had worn them pretty often when they were dating before, but not as much lately despite the warming weather. Veronica types the name in the laptop as she confirms the spelling.

Veronica: Is that g, o, r, a, n? Great. I'm sure he'll want to speak with him. Maybe we can get you guys a deal. Okay, we'll be in touch. Thanks. Bye.

Veronica hangs up phone.

Veronica: Dylan Goran.

Veronica runs a computer search as Logan comes around the desk and leans down over her to see.

Logan: Is there really an agent named Todd Russell at CAA?

Standing behind her, he can see the tops of her thighs and can't resist the urge to touch her. Kneeling down, still behind her, he nuzzles his face into her neck, planting a few soft kisses there as his hand circle her waist, pushing under the hem of her shirt to feel the soft silk of her skin. She jumps a bit as his fingers squeeze in a bit and he can feel her muscles tensing under his touch.

Veronica: There could be, maybe.

Logan laughs at her cute startled expression when he tickles her lightly. Pushing his hands away and ignoring how a simple touch from him had started the slow build of heat in her stomach, Veronica opens up Prying Eyez again, and punches in the name.

Veronica: Looks like Trina's Romeo has had a little trouble with the ladies. Two women have filed restraining orders against him in the last five years.

Logan stands and pulls his cell out of his pocket. He punches in a number.

Logan: Dad, hey, I need Trina. It's important.

Cut to Aaron in the kitchen at the Echolls' home. He is balancing his cell between his ear and his shoulder as he cooks an omelet.

Aaron: Oh, hey son. She's out shopping. Her boyfriend's coming over for dinner to pitch me a part in his movie, she wants to look nice.

Logan sits on the desk next to Veronica's computer, she rubs his leg in comfort as she watches his expressions shift from concerned to annoyed.

Logan: Aren't you retired? I thought you were reconnecting with your family.

Annoyed, Aaron pauses a moment in his slicing.

Aaron: (coldly) Trina is family, I'm helping her out. It's what dads do.

Aaron drops the phone from his shoulder.

Logan: Oh listen. Trina's boyfriend, he's got-

Aaron doesn't hear as he cuts Logan off. Logan hears the dial tone and snaps his phone shut. He stares down at Veronica.

Logan: Dylan's coming to dinner tonight. And Dad's cooking for him.

Veronica stands up and hugs him. Logan takes the opportunity to pull her closer and rests his head in the crook of her neck. He deliberately brushes his lips over her sweet spots before raising his head again, his hands resting firmly on her hips.

Logan: Change in plans? Dinner with the family?

She nods.

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Cut to Mrs. James' office. Dick is sitting in the arm chair, obviously uncomfortable.

Mrs. James: Dick, not talking to me won't get you out of trouble. You need to explain what's been going on with you this week. Without an explanation your erratic behavior could lead to your expulsion.

Dick: I, I well, I'm been thinking about stuff lately.

Mrs. James: What kind of stuff?

Dick: Like how I treat people. Girls. Beaver.

Mrs. James: Referring to girls in a derogatory way will not be tolerated in my office Dick. Please refrain…

Dick: No, Beaver is my brother. Cassidy.

Mrs. James: (distasteful) His nickname is Beaver?

Dick: Yeah. I guess that's one of the things I have been thinking about.

Mrs. James: Go on.

Dick: He's my brother and I love him but I, I guess I treat him like crap.

Mrs. James: Why do you think you do it?

Dick: I dunno. It's how my Dad and I have always treated him…

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Hallway. Wallace is reading the Neptune Navigator, more specifically the He Said/She Said article.

Wallace: I can't believe you let him have top billing.

Veronica: What?

She snatches the paper from his hands.

Veronica: I have top billing, Veronica Mars and Logan Echolls.

Wallace: HE said SHE said.

Veronica: Whatever. My name is first.

Logan walks up and slides his hand slowly down Veronica's back over her hip. Her head turns to face him and her eyes glaze over a bit when his fingers circle the hem of her skirt, trailing softly over the bare skin on one thigh.

Logan: (casual, to Wallace) Reading our new feature column?

Wallace: Yep. The influence of pop culture and celebrity on politics. You both made good points, but I still don't think just cause Kobe supports a cause I will too.

Veronica: (trying to concentrate on her words instead of the feel of Logan's fingers) Yeah, but you know about the cause he supports and not the other 5000 causes that you might be more personally inclined to support.

Logan: That's true, but isn't it better to know about a variety of causes instead of just how many shots he made?

Veronica: Or how many illegitimate children he has?

Logan: Or that.

Wallace: Hey, pick on your own idols. Leave mine alone.

He walks away to his next class, leaving Logan and Veronica alone. She swallows hard and turns to her open locker, dislodging Logan's hand and pulling out a book. Logan simply shifts his hands to her shoulder and neck and brushes her hair aside to massage the tight muscles there. Veronica's eyes close and her face shows her tension and longing.

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Veronica is walking down the hallway and passes several of the 09er girls, gossiping about Madison and Caitlyn. The power struggle had already broken out among the juniors for who the new queen bee would be. Veronica shakes her head.

Veronica Voiceover: Cut off the head of the beast and it just grows three more.

Liz Levin, Kate Rakes, and Emma Harris were all trying to take over the position Madison had vacated. Veronica looks around, but Madison was no where to be seen. Probably skipping school in the hope that this would blow over.

Stopping at her locker she sees Logan waiting for her there. They smile at each other and Logan leans in for a soft, closed mouth kiss, but his hands glide down her ribcage then back up his thumbs skimming over the underside of her breasts. Her breathing quickens and she swallows thickly, turning to put her books in the locker she hears Dick's voice. Smiling in glee now she slips her hand into her pocket and leans back against the closed locker next to hers, waiting for her opportunity.

Dick gets closer and is talking to Rams. Mac and Enbom are approaching from the other end of the hallway. Enbom calls out loudly to his friends drawing Dick's eyes from the floor, where he had been studiously staring, up to Enbom. And of course Mac. At the same time Logan leans in and nibbles on Veronica's ear before sliding his mouth along her jaw line unerringly finding the spot under her jaw that causes her whole body to tense. Including her hand. Suddenly Dick yelps and jumps in the air, covering his eyes and cussing up a storm. The sudden yelling and laughter draw Veronica from her Logan induced lust haze and she releases her hand from the button.

Veronica Voiceover: Oops.

Rams, Logan, and Enbom look stunned as Dick continues to stomp in a circle ranting at God knows what. Mac's mouth is hanging open then a laugh escapes her. Her eyes meet Veronica's and both girls burst into giggles.

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Cut to Mrs. James meeting with Van Clemmons. She explains that Dick is trying to reconcile his past behavior with who he would like to be. Clemmons doesn't appear to buy her explanation so she goes on, saying that Dick won't be helped by an expulsion, but he could benefit from weekly counseling sessions. Clemmons asks about the stripping incident and Mrs. James explains that while most adolescents go through a figurative stripping off of their masks and protective layers, Dick had experienced it literally. Rather than listen to any more of her analysis, he agrees to assign Dick to weekly counseling, and accept Mr. Casablancas donation to the school in lieu of suspending Dick.

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Wallace and Veronica come out of the school, carrying lunch trays.

Wallace: I walked in on 'em making out on the couch last night after you left. She was sittin' on his lap.

Veronica's face twists in horror.

Veronica: Hey, hey, hey! No discussing parental PDA at lunch! It's your rule!

Wallace: A'right, sorry. I can't be the only one with that image burned in my brain. I had to share.

As they sit at a table, Veronica's cell rings. She glances at the screen and answers.

Veronica: Hello. Yes, this is Bridget.

Her voice is perky and very girly. Veronica listens and then gasps.

Veronica: Wonderful!

Wallace watches with a frown.

Veronica: Yes, the reward is still a thousand dollars.

Her mind works quickly as she listens.

Veronica: How 'bout this afternoon?

The response appears to be positive.

Veronica: Great, um, I'll send my brother to meet you. Dog Beach, three o'clock.

Veronica glances at Wallace, who glares at her in some consternation.

Veronica: Thanks, buh-bye.

Veronica puts the phone away.

Wallace: So I'm your brother?

Veronica: I didn't mean brother like, brother. I meant brother like...

Veronica does a funky head wave, like she's street.

Veronica: You know.

Wallace: (smiling) Yeah, I know. And where are you gonna get a thousand bucks? If you rollin' like that, you really been holding out on a brutha.

They pause and both look at each other before simultaneously exclaiming.

Veronica/ Wallace: Top bunk!

Logan arrives at their table and sits next to Veronica, straddling the bench. Veronica slides a few inches away, while trying to not be obvious about it. Logan simply loops his arm around her waist and pulls her closer into the V of his legs. She smiles but tries to inch away as soon as his attention shifts to Wallace. Logan's face is relaxed but his eyes gleam with a hidden amusement.

As the boys talk, Veronica tries not to melt into the feel of his hand caressing her side. He'd been driving her crazy all day, constantly touching her, not in overtly sexual ways, just small gentle touches, a brush of his hand over the small of her back, a soft kiss between each class, a hug that lasts just long enough for her to get the impression of all his smooth abdominal muscles pressing against her soft curves, leaning in to talk to her so his scent was still in her nose when she sat in class.

He was driving her crazy. They were supposed to be taking it slow, and he seemed to be just fine with it, while all she could think about all day was getting him into the mop closet or the girls' bathroom, or the back of his Xterra. Hell at this point she'd probably be ok with just pushing him down on a lunch table with people around and crawling into his lap. His hand finally stopped moving and Veronica sighed in short lived relief because it instantly slid to the small band of skin showing between her shirt and miniskirt. His fingers lightly teased over her skin leaving goose bumps in their wake. She clamped her jaw down tight and grabbed his hand trying to still it as the arousal built low in her belly making her shift side to side uncomfortably.

Logan glanced away from Wallace and smiled at her, then linked their fingers together before beginning again on her other side with his other hand. In that moment Veronica didn't know if she was going to make it through lunch. Her eyes looked around the quad in search of some distraction to throw in Logan's path. Seeing Meg in the distance, she jumps up and smiles almost maniacally at her best friend and boyfriend.

Veronica: (rapidly)I need to go talk to Meg. About her case. Her secret admirer. Yeah.

With that succinct explanation she turned and practically ran. Logan smiles slowly and his eyes follow her retreat.

Wallace: Man, I don't think I'll ever understand that girl.

Logan's smile grows. Ever since seeing her this morning he'd been conducting Operation Drive Veronica Crazy. He took every opportunity he could to touch her, but made sure to make it all appear to be casual affectionate touching. If she knew he was doing it on purpose she would be more likely to kill him than kiss him. But it appeared that his plan was working. She was obviously affected and hadn't thrown one suspicious look at him yet.

At the end of lunch, Dick climbed up on a table and announced to the assembled student body that he was a changed man. That he had learned his lesson. He appeared to be listening to the wind for a moment then he fell to his knees.

Dick: Thank you! Thank you!

No one said anything to Dick, having decided that ignoring his odd behavior was the only way to go. Veronica who had by now recovered her equilibrium looked over at Mac sitting with Enbom and smiled.

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After school Logan tracks Veronica down at her locker. He slides in behind her skimming his hands around her waist and pressing his lips into her neck just below her ear. He could feel her stomach muscles tighten under his hands and her whole body trembled as he lightly glided his lips down her neck to where it met her shoulder. His tongue darted out to taste her skin and her heart froze for a moment before jerking back to a rapid beat.

Logan: I have an hour and a half before rehearsals.

He wants to suggest every dirty thought in his head, but holds himself back.

Logan: We could go to the beach?

Veronica: Uh. I, uh…

Her mouth tried to form words but without any help from her brain she was left lacking the ability to tell Logan she had to pickup Backup before meeting Wallace in the park to hopefully find out who was stealing and ransoming dogs in Neptune. Before returning home to take a cold shower.

Logan turns her around and slides his hands around her waist and down to slip into her skirt's back pockets. He smiles at her, but keeps it neutral, not showing his awareness of her reaction to him, easily visible in her flushed cheeks, slightly dilated eyes, and the way she bit her lip while staring at his mouth.

Veronica Voiceover: Oh screw this. I give up. What's the point of having a sexy boyfriend if you aren't going to take advantage of it?

She slips her own hands up his sides to curl around his shoulders pulling her body flush with his.

Veronica: (voice pitched low, holding eye contact)We could go to the beach.

Her eyes shift to his mouth before closing as she stretches up on her toes to nibble on his earlobe.

Logan: (not as confident and in control as before)Y-yeah.

Veronica: Or we could go somewhere we could be alone.

Logan's eyes close now as she nips at his earlobe and fleetingly runs her tongue over the bite. His body relaxes then tenses as he fists one hand into her hair, holding her captive for a demanding kiss. Veronica more than matches his passion, pressing tightly into him, her tongue swirling around his. He pulls her in tighter with his hand curved around her bottom and slides one leg between hers. When she feels the pressure against her throbbing core she pulls back from the kiss and Logan shakes off the haze of lust enough to slam her locker shut and pull her out to his car.

Logan drives quickly screeching to a halt in his driveway seeing both Trina and his Dad's car in the garage. As soon as he sets the parking break he's reaching for Veronica and she unclips her seatbelt and scoots into his lap in the driver's seat. They kiss deeply and Logan scuffles with his seatbelt trying to get it off. Laughing at his fumbling attempts they finally separate and he pulls her giggling out the driver's side door after him.

Logan quickly decides to bypass the house, not wanting to run into Trina or his Dad and ruin the mood. Instead he walks Veronica backwards around the side of the house their mouths still connected as they make their way to the pool house. She bumps into the sliding glass door and Logan grips the back of her thighs to lift her up to clamp her legs around his hips before he pushes the door open and carries her inside.

The pool house is set up for poker night with Logan and a few of his friends planning on skipping the dance altogether or leaving early. Logan sets her on the poker table, the leather bumper pressing into her thighs, as he pushes her down onto the table with his body. His hands raise her shirt up and they break their kiss only long enough for him to pull it over her head. Her hands have worked their way under his shirt and quickly remove it as well. He sweeps her bra straps off her shoulders and his mouth burns a wet trail from her lips down her neck to her breasts. Brushing her bra out of the way with his mouth he sucks on one nipple while working her other breast with his hand. Her back arches off the table when he flicks the pebbled tip with his tongue, her hands pulling him in closer, nails biting into his shoulders.

Her legs are wrapped around his waist and she moves restlessly against him seeking friction. Quickly growing impatient Logan moves his hands up her thighs pushing her already short skirt higher and hooking his fingers into her underwear. He slides them down her thighs pulling her legs from around his waist to get them off. His hand immediately moves back to her center easily slipping two fingers into her, aided by the wetness he finds there.

She wants to tell him that they should move back to the bedroom, that they could be interrupted out here in the middle of the pool house's main room, that only a sheer curtain hides then from sight of anyone in the pool area, but she is only able to gasp out his name. He works her quickly with his hand wanting desperately to get inside of her. Hearing her gasps and keening noises of pleasure as she lies on the table before him, Logan abruptly pulls his fingers out.

Veronica: (moaning in protest) Logan.

Logan: (raspy voiced) I'll go slow next time baby, I promise.

With a quick flick of his hands his fly pops open and he pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his erection. Pulling her bottom closer to the edge of the table, raised slightly on the leather bumper, he plunges into her with one quick movement earning a shriek of approval from her. He pulls back only to thrust in all the way again, setting a quick hard pace. Her eyes are closed as her head lolls back on the table, but her expression is one of ecstasy and her legs grip him tightly as her hips meet his thrust for thrust. His eyes travel from her face down her body taking in the jiggling movement of her breasts, spilling out of her bra's cups which he had pushed askew with his hands and mouth to the apex of her thighs where they were joined. His hands loosen their grip on her hips to slide up to fondle her breasts before resting his forearms on the table next to her, leaning in to capture her lips in a kiss.

Logan: Fuck Veronica, I'm close.

He drops his head into the curve of her shoulder and concentrates on a few last hard thrusts, trying to push her over the edge into her climax before he lets go. Between her small pants and gasps he hears the words he's come to crave from her just before her body tenses under his, soaring.

Veronica: Logan. Love you.

Logan: I love you too.

His thrusts lose rhythm as her inner muscles clench tightly around his erection sending him over to his own release. A few short ragged thrusts later he stills and his body relaxes onto hers, their hearts beating wildly against the other.

Once their bodies have calmed and the sweat is mostly dried, Logan pushes himself off of her and pulls her into a sitting position. She looks at each of them, both shirtless, her bra more than half off, her skirt pushed up to her waist and his pants barely down his thighs.

Veronica: (smiling) I guess you were in kind of a hurry, huh?

Logan: (smirking) I didn't hear you complaining. Unless moaning my name and begging for more was your idea of criticism.

Still flushed she rights her bra and pushes down her skirt as he steps back and pulls up his own pants, bending to pickup her discarded underwear.

Veronica: I did not beg.

Logan: (considering) No? I guess you're right. I'll have to work on that.

With those words he throws her over his shoulder and carries her into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them.

Sometime later, Veronica is lying next to Logan with a sheet pulled up to her armpits. They both look relaxed and happy. Logan has one arm bent behind his head and her hand is running a lazy line up and down his chest.

Veronica: So much for taking it slow.

Logan: (smiling) I missed you this week.

Veronica: (turning onto her side to prop her chin up on his chest) I know. Between my cases and the play…

Logan: This is why I don't get involved in school activities. Cuts into my free time. Time I could be spending…

He trails off to kiss her softly. She settles her face against his chest, still running her hand up and down his chest.

Veronica: Humm. But this is nice.

Suddenly she sits up clutching the sheet to her chest with an arm. Her eyes are wide.

Veronica: Oh my God, Wallace.

Logan quirks an eyebrow at her relaxing back into the soft bedding, his body having tensed at her unexpected movement.

Veronica: (eyes darting around for her bag before remembering that it never made it out of his car) Phone. Where's your phone?

Her eyes catch sight of a cordless phone sitting on the nightstand next to Logan's side of the bed, she lunges, lying across his chest, to snag the phone out of its cradle and dial. Logan, still with one arm propped behind his head, uses his other hand to trace a lazy trail down her spine.

Veronica: (hissing) Logan!

She squirms on his chest but he just smiles and continues, trailing his fingers slowly up her back to her neck.

Logan: What?

She frowns at him but turns her attention to the phone as Wallace picks up.

Wallace: Hello?

Veronica: Wallace, I'm so sorry, I, um, got held up.

Logan smirks, and runs his fingers back down her spine, pushing the sheet that has wrapped around her out of the way, exposing her bare bottom.

Wallace: (teasing) This is what happens when you take on too many cases. What are you doing? Running surveillance on Meg? Spy cam on her locker?

Veronica: (voice raising as Logan's fingers trail down the crevasse between her buttocks) No. I, uh, I'll tell you later.

Logan raises one eyebrow and mocks surprise at Veronica, for being so open with her best friend. In response she digs her elbow into his ribs.

Wallace: You on your way now or should I go without you?

Veronica: No, I'm (looking at Logan who's waiting for her to use the word coming) leaving now. I can be there in….Oh.

Her voice trails off into a gasp as Logan's fingers slide down into her wet folds sending waves of sensation through her body. She clamps her legs closed trying to thwart his attempts to…..

Wallace: Veronica? You alright?

Veronica: Yeah. I..

She gasps again as Logan leans forward and takes a playful bite of one pale cheek enticingly displayed on his chest.

Wallace: Veronica?

The unexpected move causes her to loosen her legs and Logan takes full advantage, his fingers rubbing over her clit, a slow smile spreading across his face as her cheeks flush and her legs tremble and relax of their own volition, spreading wider, giving him more access.

Veronica: (strangled) I, um, I don't think I'm gonna make it Wallace.

She is breathing hard.

Wallace: You ok V? You sound funny? You want me to take Backup and make the exchange myself?

Logan slowly circles the small sensitive nub with his fingers, teasing her.

Veronica: (hissing) Yes.

Logan: (deep voiced) Was that yes for me or for Wallace?

Wallace: (oblivious) I'm at your place so I'll just take Backup, is the envelope with the cash and tracker here?

Veronica: (trying to sound normal, but instead sounding breathless)Yeah. On the counter.

Logan: (sexy smile) We can try the counter later.

She turns her head to glare at him but he increases the pressure on her clit causing her eyes to close and he body to shutter, the glare falling to the throbbing need he was generating within her.

Wallace: I see it, I'll call Shakira, see if she can come along.

Veronica: (feeling her body tighten, pulses of pleasure overtaking her ability to stay quiet) T-thanks Wallace you're the best. I'll talk to you later.

With that she hangs up and whacks a grinning Logan in the shoulder with the phone.

Cut to Mars Apartment. Standing in the kitchen, Wallace looks at his phone to see the call has ended with an amused and slightly puzzled smile.

Back in the Echolls' pool house, Veronica slides backwards, dislodging Logan's hand to sit on her knees next to him. He smiles despite her severe look. Before either of them can speak, his phone, still in the pocket of his jeans now lying on the floor, begins to ring. He ignores it, instead sliding his hand up her leg. She grabs his hand in hers pushing it away, losing her grip on the sheet as she does so. His slow smile implies that he had that planned as he takes in the small curves of her breasts, her nipples already tight with arousal. He sits up, finally taking his hand from behind his head, but she uses both hands to push him back before straddling his hips.

Veronica: Oh no you don't.

She swoops down over him kissing his neck and chest. He relaxes under her, enjoying her touch.

Logan: This works for me too.

A few minutes later his phone rings for the third time. She looks up at him from where she was lovingly tracing his abs with her tongue.

Veronica: Looks like I'm not the only one who missed an appointment.

He looks unconcerned, more interested in watching her as she teases him with her mouth and hands. The fourth time the phone rings she sits up in frustration.

Logan: Ignore it.

Veronica: No. They're obviously not giving up. (her eyes widen) Play rehearsals. You're late.

Logan: Who cares?

But it's obvious she does, and the incessant ringing is annoying her. He sits up and pushes her onto her back as he lies on top of her kissing her neck before he leans off the side of the bed to get his phone. Laying over her, propped up on one elbow on her side, his hips and erection pressed against her he hits send to redial the last received call. It's Meg. She talks excitedly about rehearsals and some miscommunication about the set design before Logan interrupts.

Logan: Meg. Listen. I'm not going to make it to rehearsals today. You and Dom have to be in charge. Have all the speaking parts practice with their most significant scene partner, just work on the rhythm of the speech and getting comfortable with the dialogue and each other. (Meg protests, but Logan just continues on blithely) Thanks Meg. I owe you one.

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Cut to the grassy area at Dog Beach. Wallace is standing looking around anxiously with an envelope in hand. A white van pulls up and a middle aged Hispanic man gets out, holding the dog Louie on a leash. Wallace waves him over recognizing the dog as the one on Bridget's flyer. He asks the man how he found Louie but the man doesn't speak English. Wallace hands the man the envelope, and takes Louie's leash before walking away.

As the man is walking back to his van, Backup runs and jumps on him, knocking him to the ground. Backup stands over the man, growling as the man cowers in fear. A pretty African-American girl runs up, grabs at Backup, pulling him away by the collar. Wallace runs up and winks at Shakira, his new girlfriend, and tries to help the man up. In the process, he slips a tracking device into his pocket and lifts the envelope full of cash.

Backup doesn't listen to Shakira and pulls the man's shoe off. She apologizes and gets Backup's attention by offering him a treat, finally able to put his leash back on him. The man scurries away and Shakira and Wallace burst into laughter. She bends down to rub Backup's chest.

Shakira: (to Backup) Good boy. Who's a good boy?

Wallace: Did you see his face?

Shakira: Did you see mine when Backup actually obeyed me?

Wallace: (grinning) Yeah.

Shakira: Now what?

Wallace: Now it's time to play follow the dog thief.

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Cut to the Echolls' pool house. Logan and Veronica are still laying the wrong way in the bed. Not in any hurry since they have the whole afternoon to themselves, Logan slowly traces Veronica's body with his hands. This time it's her who grows impatient and tries to get him to hurry things along. Taking her cues, he pulls one of her legs up to slide into place between her thighs but as he does he notices that the skin on her inner thigh is pink and irritated. All their earlier activities, especially when they hadn't managed to get his jeans off had chaffed her pale skin. Frustrated that Logan has stopped moving, Veronica props up on her elbows to see what he's looking at.

Veronica: Logan?

Logan: I don't think we should…. Let's just hang out.

Veronica: Hang out?

Her eyes finally move to her own leg seeing the slightly pinkish skin with a few purplish spots that will most likely turn into bruises.

Veronica: Logan. It doesn't hurt.

Logan: (pouting) It looks like it hurts.

He skims his fingers over the area, barely touching her, but she still sucks in a deep breath.

Veronica: Trust me Logan. I'm not thinking about anything but you right now and how good you make me feel.

Her smile is enticing, and to be honest after days of only seeing her in school he doesn't want to cut their romp short either, but neither does he want to cause her any physical pain. Seeing his indecision she sits up and brushes kisses over his chest up to his neck, trying to distract him.

Logan: We could…try a different position.

Veronica stops her ministrations and looks up at him. When she doesn't immediately reject his suggestion or call him a pervert, Logan's face loses his slightly scared expression. So far while the sex was fantastic they had only been in the normal positions: missionary, her on top, and of course her sitting on whatever surface they found themselves near. Logan had been afraid to try for anything different, wanting her to be comfortable with whatever they did together.

Veronica: Oh. (her insecurity with all things sexual whenever they weren't actually having sex reared up again) Um. What…did you have in mind?

Logan: (kissing her softly) We don't have to do anything you don't want to.

Veronica: I know.

Logan: Well, if I were behind you, I wouldn't be…

He breaks off suddenly not wanting to say the words out loud. They sound decidedly unsexy in his mind. "If we did it doggy style, I wouldn't be rubbing between your legs, or banging into your thighs."

Veronica relaxes, calmed by his sudden loss of confidence and inability or unwillingness to speak words she knows he must have spoken before, many times over. Judging by their time together, Logan's reputation with the ladies and in bed was well deserved. But his sudden lack of self assurance, made her feel better about her lack of experience, as if they were on a more equal playing field for the moment.

Veronica: Ok.

Logan: Yeah?

He kisses her again and falls back into the pillows pulling her with him, touching and caressing. His mouth is suckling one of her breasts when she pulls his face back up to hers for a brutal kiss, her hand reaching down to take firm hold of his erection.

Veronica: Logan, please.

He pulls away and moves to her side, indicating with his hands on her hips for her to roll onto her stomach. Once there he pulls her up onto her hands and knees and sits behind her on his knees, one leg between hers. His hands slide up her sides in a soft caress and he can feel the sudden tension in her body.

Logan: It's ok.

He leans over her and kisses a trail down up her back and gliding his hands down her sides, over her hips and down the backs of her thighs, feeling her muscles jump in nervousness as he does. Moving back up, one hand kneads her breast and the other slides between her legs to her wet folds. Teasing her clit, he spreads her wetness around before slipping two fingers into her. He slowly pumps them in and out of her, priming her.

Veronica: Oh, Logan. Please.

Logan: Please what? Don't you like this?

Veronica: Yes.

Logan: Do you like something else better?

Veronica: Yes. (gasps) You know…

He smiles and straightens up releasing her breast to nudge her legs father apart to allow him to kneel between them. She slides them apart slightly, vaguely uncomfortable with the position she is in, and Logan is reminded of her inexperience. He pulls his fingers from her and uses both hands to spread her open for him.

Logan: If you don't like it, if it hurts, I'll stop.

She nods then tenses a bit, expecting….something. She's not sure. Logan positions his cock at her entrance with his hand and with both hands on her hips slides slowly into her heated core. The awkwardness and the feel of Logan's hands gripping her hips is lost to the slow burn of his intrusion into her body.

Logan: (tense, praying that she doesn't ask him to stop)You ok?

Veronica: (hissing) Yes.

He pushes in more until he is all the way in. She feels full to the breaking point and is unsure about this new position until Logan pulls back and the feel of his cock hitting new spots inside of her robs her of breath and thought. Logan hadn't thought she could feel any tighter around him, but the angle of entry made it feel as if her body was made specifically for him, as if she were made for him. Pulling most of the way out, Logan plunges back in, his hands gripping her hips to pull her back against him to meet his thrust.

Veronica: Logan!

Her voice reveals all he needs to know, and he continues moving into her welcoming body.

Logan: Fuck Veronica, you feel so good. You have no idea.

She is breathing hard and her quiet moans and cries spur him on, speeding up his thrusts. She cries out his name on a broken breath just as her body clenches and trembles around him, exploding into bliss.

Veronica: Yes!

Logan slows his rhythm but doesn't stop, her body's lubricant allowing him to keep moving, pushing her higher, prolonging her orgasm. Still taking short hard thrusts into her she collapses down into her forearms. He slides his hands down to grasp her breasts continuing to drive into her. With firm hands on her breasts, he pulls her nearly boneless body up so her back is flush against his chest and with her bent legs split around his. He sits back on his heels, settling her into his lap and kisses her neck, his hips still pistoning into her with shallow thrusts. With each upwards movement of his hips he pulls her down onto him with his hands on her breasts.

Logan: Come with me Veronica. Come on baby.

He kisses her neck biting down on the soft flesh in abandon. His fingers pinch down on her tender nipples and she cries out in pleasure, her back arching hard, increasing the pressure on his cock as it plunges into her over and over again. Logan can feel that he is close and wants them to come together. Abandoning one tender breast his nimble fingers quickly find her clit and he pinches and rolls the sensitive nub in time with his thrusts. Her incoherent cries and his grunts fill the room as finally she topples over the edge again with Logan right behind her. Figuratively and literally.

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Shakira and Wallace race back to Shakira's car, and she drives while Wallace uses Veronica's laptop to track the man. They follow the signal to a relatively abandoned area outside a retail warehouse. They can see the man talking excitedly to two other men. From his hand gestures they can tell he's describing what happened to him. They climb out of the car, taking Backup for good measure, but leave the other smaller dog in the car. They follow him around a corner, but stop when they see him with a large group of men.

Shakira: Uh, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Wallace: It's fine. V does this stuff all the time.

Shakira: I think your friend might be crazy.

Wallace: She's defiantly crazy. But you'll like her.

They smile then approach closer. The man spots them and begins shouting.

Man: You! Tú! ¡Tú tienes mi dinero! ¡Dame mi dinero! ¡Dámelo! Necesito el dinero para llevar al otro hombre, entonces le puedo exigir mi pago. (Translation: You! You! You have my money. Give me my money! Give it to me! I need the money to take it to the other man so I can demand my payment)

The other men have joined in to support their friend and the two teenagers are surrounded by about twenty men.

Shakira: Oh crap.

Man: Dame mi dinero. (Translation: Give me my money)

Wallace: This might not be the best time to ask, but do you speak Spanish?

Shakira: A bit.

Wallace: What does that mean?

Shakira: I know how to ask where the bathroom is.

Wallace: Wish me luck. (to the man) No. No dinero. You stole the dog.

Man: I no steal, no. (burst of Spanish)

All the men are denying the charge and talking at once. Backup barks and Wallace looks confused as he tries to follow what the men are saying. Shakira reaches up and using her fingers lets lose a loud, piercing whistle. Wallace and all the men stop talking and look at her in surprise.

Wallace: (smiling widely at Shakira) Okay, now who stole the dog?

Men: ¿Qué? ¿Qué dice? (What? What is he saying?)

Wallace: Quien…took…el perro?

Man: El hombre de los perros, el hombre de los perros. (Translation, Dog man. Dog man.)

Shakira: A dog man?

Wallace: Does he drive a white van? Do you know him? Conoces?

Other man: Si, white van. El hombre de los perros. A veces nos contrata. (Translation: Yes, white van, he hires us sometimes)

Wallace: Do you know his name? ¿Su nombre?

Men: No

Other man: No pero tiene un van así, con las muchachas bien... (Translation: No but, but he has a van this way, with the chicks well...)

He accompanies his words with the international gesture for big tits. The men laugh appreciatively.

Men: ¡ya, ya, ya!

Shakira looks uncomfortable and Wallace is flabbergasted, not able to follow their words at all. The man who returned the dog mounts a saw horse and starts to buck on it, slapping his rear, again to the amusement of his friends.

Man: ¿Me entiendes? ¿Tú conoces? (Translation: Do you understand me? Do you know?)

Wallace: No. Not even a little bit. Okay, ah, Muchas gracias.

Man: No está ilegal. Sólo trabajamos, ¿sí? (Translation: It's not illegal. We just work, don't we?)

Men: Si!

Wallace and Shakira walk away much to the disappointment of the man who had hoped to get the envelope full of money back.

Shakira: (amused) That was kinda fun. But I really want to meet Veronica now.

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Both fully dressed, Logan spins Veronica through the door into his kitchen/great room and flops down on the couch, pulling Veronica with him. He leans in to kiss her, pauses to smile at her, then captures her lips pushing forward, bending her down into the couch.

Veronica: (smiling) Haven't you had enough?

Logan: Of you? Never.

Her arms circle around him and they disappear behind the back of the couch. A few seconds into the kiss they are interrupted by the sound of Aaron clearing his throat. They both look up peaking over the back of the couch, and Logan stumbles off the couch as Veronica sits up. Aaron is bringing in a bag of groceries.

Aaron: Oh, I'm sorry. Well, I didn't realize you were home. Hello, Veronica. Logan didn't tell me you two were dating again. I hope you'll join us for dinner.

Veronica gives an embarrassed little wave.

Veronica: Yeah, of course.

Logan takes her hand and pulls her out of the room and up the stairs.

Logan: Oh my God. Did I just get caught by my dad making out on the couch?

Veronica: Yeah, you got caught by your dad. I got caught by the star of "Breaking Point" and "Beyond the Breaking Point". That's weird.

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Echolls' pool area, night. Aaron is cooking on a large, permanent, barbecue on the patio. It's more or less an outdoor kitchen. Soft jazzy music plays from hidden speakers. Trina arrives with Dylan, sleaze personified.

Trina: Dad. This is Dylan Goran. Dylan, my father, Aaron Echolls.

Dylan: Mr. Echolls. It's a pleasure. I'm so glad you decided to meet.

Aaron: Please, call me Aaron. Hey, taste this for me, will ya?

Aaron holds out a piece of meat on the end of a large knife. Dylan takes it and eats it.

Dylan: Umm, umm. Perfect.

Aaron: Naa, not quite.

Aaron goes back to his cooking.

Aaron: So, Dylan. Tell me about this part.

Dylan begins enthusing about the part with Aaron listening intently. Aaron leaves the barbecue and approaches the counter again.

Aaron: You know, it sounds a lot like my old man. He used to beat me and my mom and then…try to drink the demons away.

Aaron cleans the knife and puts it down before putting his arm around Dylan. He says his dad would beat his mom until she passed out, then she'd cake makeup on her face and wear dark glasses around the house. He could always recognize the signs. Dylan, now facing Aaron, is becoming increasingly less confident and comfortable. He chuckles nervously.

Aaron: Then, finally, I got the courage up to try and stop him...But, man, I'm just a scrawny little kid, he's built like a wall. (matter of factly) He put a cigarette out on my hand. Said, "Nice try, kid." Hey, you know you can still see the scars. Look.

Aaron holds up his hand close to Dylan's face. Dylan doesn't look. Aaron points to his hand. Forced to, Dylan looks at Aaron's palm.

Dylan: Uh, no. I don't.

Aaron: Come on, it's right there.

On the radio, That's Amore by Dean Martin begins playing. Aaron gets closer to Dylan.

Aaron: Right there.

With that, Aaron grabs Dylan's face and pushes him further up the patio.

Trina: Daddy!

Aaron: Think you could hit my daughter, huh?

Aaron pushes him and Dylan falls flat on his back. Aaron then proceeds to beat the crap out of Dylan while Trina yells at him to stop. Punches, kicks, tableware and trashcans fly around the patio as Aaron works Dylan over without the younger man ever landing a punch.

When Dylan tries to run away, Aaron picks up a wicker chair and throws it, bringing him down near the doors to the house. Dylan groans loudly but stays down. Aaron approaches him, pulling off his belt with a hiss and proceeds to beat him with it.

Drawn by the shouting and noise, Logan races through the door from the house, Veronica right behind him. Both are shocked. Aaron, out of breath, looming over Dylan, pauses the beating.

Aaron: Oh, hey son. I hope you're ready for a nice dinner.

Logan and Veronica freeze at the sight before them, Veronica's hand sliding into Logan's, both offering support and seeking it from the other.

Aaron: (to Dylan) Hey, you know what. I considered your offer but…I think I'm gonna pass. Logan. Will you see this young man to his car, please?

Logan: I'll be happy to.

Trina and Veronica are both still standing motionless and shocked.

Cut to the front of the Echolls house as Dylan drives off. Veronica and Logan walk back towards the house.

Veronica: Wow.

Logan: (proudly) Father knows best.

Logan glances back at Dylan's departing car. They walk on in silence for a moment, then Logan glances at Veronica. Her face is worried and her brow furled with thought.

Logan: You ok? We don't have to stay.

Veronica: (smiling uncertainly, taking his hand) No. It's ok. I mean your Dad cooked for us right?

Logan: Right.

Veronica: (hesitant) Do you want to talk about it? What just happened?

Logan: Not right now.

Veronica: Ok.

Her mind races trying to reconcile the Aaron Echolls she just saw with the one she had known for years. He was out of control. But weirdly in control too. And Logan appeared to be taking it in stride. Happy even. But Logan didn't like his Dad. Her brain sorted through the pieces and a murky idea emerged but she couldn't believe it. She turns to Logan pulling him to a stop with their joined hands before they reach the pool area.

Veronica: Logan…

Her tone is a warning to Logan. He doesn't want to hear her questions and categorically doesn't want her mind focused on his father or his father's violent tendencies. He steps into her taking her mouth in a thought obliterating kiss, his hand cupped around her jaw to keep her from pulling away.

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(Friday)

Wallace and Veronica are standing by their lockers talking. Wallace is telling her the story of what happened with the dogs. She laughs hysterically.

Veronica: So there's a dog man who hires these guys to return dogs. He drives a white van, or maybe a white horse, and he likes to spank busty women. Basically, that's any male living in Neptune. Good job.

Wallace sends her a dirty look.

Wallace: Well if my friend who spoke Spanish happened to be where she was supposed to be it might have gone better. Where were you anyway?

Veronica: (blushing) Oh, um, nowhere. Just busy.

She races off leaving a bemused Wallace behind.

Wallace: (calling after her) You owe me!

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At lunch plans are finalized for the dance. Logan decides to skip and Veronica plans to go only long enough to meet Shakira, then meet him back at his house for the after party/poker night. John teases Mac about going to the dance, but is happy with her refusal, instead she agrees to go to Logan's with him since Veronica will be there too.

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Mars apartment, night. Veronica opens the door to Meg who is dressed as Molly Ringwald's character in the prom scene in "Pretty In Pink." She is carrying another outfit on some hangers in one hand and what looks to be a heavy carrier bag and a wrist corsage in the other.

Meg: Hey!

Veronica: Meg, I am so sorry.

Meg comes in and sets down the bag.

Meg: What for?

Veronica: I told you I was gonna find your secret admirer before the dance and I haven't come through, I…it's just been a million other things I've been working on…and my last ditch effort hasn't come through yet…

Meg puts down the outfit.

Meg: Forget it, forget it. I don't even care anymore.

Meg is still carrying a wrist corsage.

Meg: Oh, here.

She puts it down on the counter between them.

Meg: You can have it. It's the flowers he sent me. (slightly disdainful) Supposed to be our signal tonight or something.

Veronica: Thought you were excited about it.

Meg: Truth is, I'm not sure I wanna go out with Caz. And Martin's nice but not…I just don't want to hurt his feelings.

Veronica: Hmm. How come you're all dolled up?

Meg: Now who says I need a date to go to the dance.

Veronica: Oh. Right. You…go girl.

Meg: I'm taking you.

She points at Veronica, grins and giggles. Veronica looks a little stunned.

Meg: I called Logan. We're meeting him there.

Cut to later. In Veronica's bathroom, she is dressed and her hair is crimped. Meg is spraying copious amounts of aerosol hair spray. Veronica dressed as a young Madonna, during her Boy Toy phase.

Meg: Okay.

Veronica coughs from the hairspray. Meg adds a bit more for good measure. Veronica moves into her room as Meg chases her with the hairspray.

Meg: Well, what do you think?

Veronica: I look like Manila Whore Barbie. And you just released enough CFCs to put that whole back in the ozone layer.

Meg: Hmm.

Veronica: (hearing a ringing) Oh.

The fax machine rings and Veronica runs to the living room leaving Meg stranded with her hair spray.

Meg: No, no. Where are you going? Don't you dare run away on me.

Veronica: Just business.

Veronica waits by the fax.

Veronica Voiceover: Come on, lover boy. Show us your face.

She collects the fax, looks at it and her face freezes. Meg comes into the living room.

Meg: What is it?

Veronica: Nothing.

Veronica folds the fax and stuffs it into the recycling bin.

Veronica: Come on, let's go. We're gonna be late.

Veronica and Meg hurry out but the camera pans down to the fax that Veronica has slipped into the bin. It is a sketch of Duncan.

On the way to the dance Veronica feels dazed, but her mind races. Duncan was Meg's secret admirer, but just a few weeks ago he was cornering her in the supply room and declaring his love to Veronica. Did he really like Meg or…

She didn't allow herself to finish the thought, looking sideways at Meg as her friend car danced behind the wheel to Girls just want to have fun. She smiled, anyone would like Meg. She was pretty, smart, nice, loyal. Veronica frowns. She was innocent, naive, and unaware that the guy who currently was waiting for her at the dance had raped her friend.

Veronica knew Duncan didn't think of it as rape, even Logan didn't. Not that they had really talked about it. But Veronica couldn't make herself think of it as anything else. Duncan should have known she wouldn't have willingly had sex with him after he had broken up with her and ignored her for three months. She hadn't been ready when they had been in their perfect (her mind sneers at the word) relationship so he should have known she wouldn't at Shelly's party.

She opens her mouth several times on the trip to school to warn Meg, say something, but nothing comes out.

The dance is in full swing. The students are dressed in full on 80s fashion dancing closely to 80s music. Veronica and Meg stand in the middle of it all, bemused.

Meg: Wow. Eighties fashion. Grody to the max.

Veronica: Don't spaz. Aren't you totally stoked to go to this thing?

Meg: Oh, for sure. I just didn't know the dance would be such a major couple-o-rama.

Veronica: What happened to all the girl power? The we-don't-need-dates resolve?

Meg: Reality has set in. Forgive me, gal pal. I'm weak. You're here with Logan, and me? I'll be the sad third wheel.

Meg smiles and Veronica looks at her with affection.

Veronica: You'll never be a third wheel Meg. You're our friend.

Logan sees the girls and walks up pushing his sunglasses down his nose to take in Veronica's attire.

Logan: This outfit came from Meg's closet?

Veronica: Shh. Don't tell. It's from Meg's secret life.

Logan: Secret life as what? As a Madonna look-a-like?

Logan's eyes finally travel to Meg and he laughs.

Logan: Pretty in Pink. I should have guessed.

Veronica: (pointedly looking at Logan's bare legs) At least we both managed to make it to the dance fully dressed.

Logan: I was thinking of you. (leers) Less work for you later.

Meg blushes, but Veronica shakes her head with a smile.

Veronica: You wish.

Logan: (low in Veronica's ear) You have no idea how much.

Veronica steps into his arms and hugs him, with her super high boots on her head rests comfortably in the crook of Logan's neck. Logan's eyes travel back to Meg who stands awkwardly nearby. He frowns.

Logan: (to Meg) Where is your corsage?

Meg: (startled) How did you know?

Logan opens his mouth but Veronica stops him with a glare. She turns back to Meg.

Veronica: We'll be right back Meg.

She walks out into the gym lobby blinking to adjust to the bright lights, then continues to a quiet corner.

Logan: You know?

Veronica: That Duncan is Meg's secret admirer? Yeah.

Logan: How? Never mind. Why isn't she wearing the corsage?

He studies Veronica face, her eyes hard, her chin thrust out.

Logan: You told her not to.

Veronica: No. She decided all on her own she wasn't interested in him.

Logan: Him as in Duncan? Or the unknown guy who's been sending her gifts?

Veronica looks away.

Logan: She still thinks it's Caz or Martin. You didn't tell her.

Veronica: No. She's better off.

Logan: You don't know that, and what about him?

Veronica: (eyes flashing) You want me to consider his feelings? Really?

Logan: Veronica, he's a good guy. My best friend.

Veronica: And he's also the guy who…(she cuts off and glares at Logan) Do you just expect me to forget that and send Meg to him? Another innocent sacrifice?

Logan: Veronica, he didn't know what he was doing. He was drugged.

Veronica: (anguished and slightly nauseous) There are things you don't know Logan.

Logan: I know that the four of us used to be best friends. I know that you cared about him. Remember him before all this Veronica. That's who he is. He deserves to be happy. Maybe if he's with Meg, happy, he'll be that guy again.

Veronica: Logan, you don't know.

Logan: Then tell me.

She looks down.

Logan: (jaw clenching) Fine. You do what you want. I'm going to help both of my friends.

He turns and storms down the hallway to the gym. Arriving, he waves to Duncan and leads Meg to him.

Meg: (surprised) What are you doing?

Logan: You'll thank me later. (to Duncan) Hey man. Meg forgot her corsage at Veronica's house.

Duncan is dressed as Duckie from Pretty in Pink and holds out his hand to Meg with a slightly awkward smile. Her eyes widen when she sees the orchid buttoner on his lapel.

Duncan: Would you care to dance?

Meg smiles pleasantly surprised that Duncan is her secret admirer her then turns her head to look for Veronica. She sees her friend standing several feet away. For a moment Meg swears that Veronica looks scared, then she smiles. Meg looks at her, silently asking if it's ok and Veronica swallows thickly then nods. Meg turns back to Duncan and allows him to lead her onto the dance floor.

Logan studies Veronica's face and walks towards her.

Logan: (low in her ear) He's a good guy. They could be happy together.

He can feel all the muscles in Veronica's back and neck are tense and he rubs his hands up and down her back resting his cheek against her frizzy hair. He takes in a deep breath, and then immediately sneezes. She chokes on a laugh and smiles but it doesn't reach her eyes.

Veronica: I was attacked by an entire can of hairspray.

Logan: Wow, that must have been horrifying.

Veronica: Not as scary as the outfit.

Logan: I kinda like the outfit.

Veronica: I guess that answers the question of whether you're a Madonna guy or a Cindi Lauper guy.

Logan: (pulling V onto the dance floor)I can't be both?

Veronica: Duh. Everyone knows you totally have to pick.

Logan: I pick you.

Veronica: You'd better.

They dance to Father Figure by George Michael and when Veronica risks her dinner making an uncalled for reappearance by peaking at Meg and Duncan, she finds Duncan watching her and Logan. She quickly looks away and refuses to dance anymore. Logan leaves to get them both a punch and Veronica goes to talk to Wallace and meet Shakira.

A half hour later, Veronica sends Meg a text that she's leaving with Logan and says goodnight to all of Logan's and her friends. Logan drives them to his house, holding hands the whole way. She is silent most of the trip only answering direct questions. Parking behind several other SUVs in his driveway Logan turns to Veronica.

Logan: Are you still upset about Meg?

Veronica: (meeting his eyes) Kinda. Look. (deep breath) There are some things we should talk about. Stuff you should know.

Logan: If this is about us going slow, I'm fine with whatever you want Veronica.

Veronica: No, we're fine. But if yesterday is your idea of slow…

She trails off with a smile, then it fades and she looks serious again.

Logan: What is it then?

Veronica: Later ok? You have friends here.

Logan: You do too.

Veronica: Yeah. Maybe.

Logan: Come on.

They both climb out of the car and walk around to the pool house holding hands. Several people are already there including Mac and Enbom, Dick and Beaver, Casey and Nadia, Rams, Luke, and Chester.

Later in the night Veronica frowns at Nadia who is flirting with and uncomfortable Luke while Casey's back is turned. Veronica shifts on her feet uncomfortable in her outfit and bends over to scratch her leg. And exclamation of pain behind her whirls her around. Dick is standing there with Chester who is rubbing the back of his head with an annoyed expression.

Chester: What the hell was that for?

Dick: For looking at Veronica. She's our friend and Logan's girlfriend, idiot. Show some respect. Keep your eyes off her ass.

Veronica makes a face and looks uncomfortable.

Veronica: Uh, thanks Dick. I think.

Her eyes meet Mac's who is trying to hold back laughter. Looks like Dick was making an effort to not be such a dick. Deciding that her outfit was too much for the small gathering and that even Logan had managed to find some pants, she walked up to Logan's room to change into a pair of his pajamas. Dressed in comfortable flannel pants, rolled over many times and cinched at the waist, and the smallest T-shirt she could find she curls up on Logan's bed, breathing in his scent, and tires to think of how to tell him what she wants to. Giving up in frustration she closes his door behind her and walks back towards the stairs. Turning the corner she jumps back startled to see Aaron on the darkened staircase.

Veronica: Oh!

Aaron: Hello again Veronica.

Veronica: Hi Mr. Echolls.

Aaron: (smooth somewhat predatory smile) Aaron, please. You'll make me think you don't like me.

Veronica: Sorry. Aaron. I was just changing my clothes.

Aaron: No need to apologize, you're welcome in this house anytime you want. (his eyes skim down her body) If you'd like I can show you to Trina's room so you can borrow some of her clothes.

Veronica: No, thanks. I'm fine. Comfy.

Uncomfortable with the conversation and being alone with Logan's dad in the dark she smiles and rushes past him, down the stairs and back to the party.

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Back in the pool house Logan is still seated at the poker table holding his cards and smirking at Casey across the table. When Veronica enters, he looks up and smiles.

Logan: There you are Sugarpuss. I need my good luck charm.
Seeing his pile of chips is larger than when she left she smiles.

Veronica: Hardly.

Logan: Well, then I just need you.

Rams groans, Chester laughs, and Enbom just smiles. Dick and Beaver are sitting on the couch playing video games near a bored Mac. Hearing Logan's sappy words, Dick looks up with a grin at the happy couple.

Logan: Sure you don't want to play?

The guys had asked Veronica earlier but she was too preoccupied with her thoughts and didn't think she'd be able to focus on the game.

Veronica Voiceover: Not that beating the boys would require much concentration.

Rams: Yeah, come on Veronica. We can play for clothes again if you don't have cash.

Logan: I think I'm going to have to veto that idea.

Veronica: (with attitude) Oh really?

Logan: They're my clothes so I think I get a say in it.

She rolls her eyes and goes to sit with Mac again. Mac has been watching the game trying to figure it out.

Veronica: Do you want to play Mac?

Mac: Can't. I don't know how.

Veronica: I can teach you if you want.

Mac: Yeah? That'd be cool.

Enbom: (following the conversation from the table) Hey, I offered to teach you but you said no.

Veronica: It's a girl thing.

Mac: Get over it.

Enbom is surprised then pouts in an exaggerated fashion.

Enbom: Fine.

Logan stands up to pull over another chair for the girls, then looks around blankly for a second chair, but there are no more. Never one to let an opportunity pass, he smirks at Veronica.

Logan: Guess you'll have to sit in my lap Veronica.

Veronica: Humm, thanks for the offer, but I think if I'm going to teach Mac how to play I need to sit with her.

Mac has sat down in the chair and Veronica slides into her lap, much to everyone's surprise.

Chester: (reverently)Thank you Veronica. Poker and some girl on girl action.

Mac: Wow, you must be really easily turned on. She's sitting in my lap not…

Logan: Whoa, whoa!

Enbom: Stop right there.

Mac: Why?

Logan: Cause anything you say we'll all imagine in our heads.

Casey smiles and winks at Veronica, Rams looks disappointed, and Chester looks to be lost in thought already.

Veronica: Boys.

Mac scrunches her nose but looks amused.

Logan: (faux whispering to Mac) Tell me later ok?

Enbom throws a pretzel at Logan's head. It's Casey's turn to deal and the game begins again. Logan stakes Veronica and Mac, and neither ask if the boys are playing for real money or not.

Veronica: Alright Mac, first thing…

The game continues with Veronica telling Mac when to bet and when to discard cards or hold them. She whispers things in Mac's ear, most likely about each players' tells, information that Veronica knows better than to share with the whole table. When Veronica has been whispering in Mac's ear for a prolonged time, Logan catches a dreamy look on Enbom's face and kicks him.

Enbom: What?

Veronica: Listen, here's the thing Mac. If you can't spot the sucker in the first half hour at the table…

Logan: …then you are the sucker. And it's immoral to let a sucker keep his money.

This hand Mac was dealt two jacks to start with and with Veronica's coaching manages to pick up a third while looking unhappy with her hand and still confused. Veronica whispers to her to act even more confused and frustrated before the next round of betting. The stakes go higher and Mac plays her part perfectly looking at Veronica with obvious doubt over whether she should bet or not.

Veronica: It's up to you. Look at your cards. (shrugs) What do you think the other players have?

Mac looks around the table blankly.

Mac: How am I supposed to know that? Whatever. I'll meet your bet.

When the hand is called after another round of betting, making the pot one of the larger ones of the night, Logan, Casey and Mac are the only ones still in. Casey lays down a pair of kings. Logan lays down a pair of queens and a pair of fives. Mac looks at his cards then grins as Veronica stands up off her lap.

Mac: I believe the phrase is read them and weep.

She lays down her three of a kind and Logan looks at Veronica.

Veronica: There you go again Echolls, making the wrong move at the right time.

Logan: Is that how it's going to be?

Veronica: Like life, I guess. (she moves closer to him leaning down to get in his face) You're good, kid, but as long as I'm around you're second best. You might as well learn to live with it.

Logan: I think I can learn to live with that.

With that he sweeps his arms around her pulling her down into his lap for a deep long kiss.

Logan: As long as I'm losing to you, and you take pity on me. (smirks) You know, throw me a bone now and then.

The boys grin at his not so subtle double entendre.

Veronica: Watch it buddy, or the only thing that's going to be thrown is your ass to the curb.

She tires to sit up and get off his lap but decides against it, curling her legs up into his lap and resting her head on his shoulder. Luke takes Casey's place when he decides to call it a night and take Nadia home. The game continues with Mac winning a few more hands without Veronica's help.

Logan: (to Veronica) You're a good teacher.

Veronica: Mac's a good student.

Seeing the slightly pervy look on Enbom's face she kicks him.

Enbom: What?

Twenty minutes later the players are all drooping except for Mac who's on a high from winning. Veronica yawns and stretches, arching her back and squirming around in Logan's lap. Logan's face tightens and he glares at Rams whose eyes had focused on Veronica's chest as she stretched. He calls and when Mac wins again he stands up with Veronica in his arms.

Logan: I'm sorry. That last hand nearly killed me. You can all see your selves out.

Logan carries Veronica out the doors before setting her on her feet by the pool.

Logan: When do I have to have you home?

Veronica: Are you tired?

Logan: (misunderstanding her) I can drive you home, no problem.

Veronica: No. We need to talk but if you're tired…

Logan: You don't have to be home? It's nearly 2am.

Veronica: Dad thinks I'm staying at Mac's tonight.

Logan: (nervous) Ok.

Upstairs Logan changes into a pair of pajama pants and removes his button up shirt. Veronica is pushed back into the pillows of his bed her knees drawn up with her arms wrapped around them. He recognizes the defensive position for what it is and is deliberately casual as he slides onto the bed next to her.

Logan: (trying to break the tension) Alright just to be sure, this isn't a "I need space" or " We should just be friends" talk is it?

Veronica: (slight smile) No.

Logan: Whew.

He wipes his hand over his forehead as if he had been sweating it.

Veronica: (nervous) Can you turn on some music or something? I don't want anyone to overhear.

Logan: No one will hear, Dad and Trin are in bed, and everyone else is downstairs or has gone home.

She still looks anxious so Logan picks up a remote off the night stand and music fills the room.

Veronica: The Smiths?

Logan: 80s dance. And the Smith's rock.

She smiles and is quiet organizing her thoughts. Logan sits back and with one arm around her gently pulls her so she is leaning against his chest.

Logan: It's ok. You can say it. You can tell me anything.

She bites her lip and looks uncertain.

Veronica: Do you still want to know why Duncan broke up with me?

Logan: (frowning) Yeah.

Veronica: Celeste told him that I was…

She breaks eye contact with him.

Veronica: She told him I was his sister.

Goose bumps erupt on her arms as a chill passes through her.

Logan: What? That's ridiculous.

Her face is still turned down, so he can't see her fully but he can see the tension there and feel it in her body as well as seeing the lines on her forehead.

Logan: It's a lie right? Why would Duncan believe that?

Her eyes pop up to meet his only to skitter away.

Veronica: I'm not. But I guess I could have been.

Logan is silent now, shocked.

Veronica: My mom and Jake Kane were high school sweethearts. (Sad smile) I guess they couldn't really let it go cause they must have been having an affair on and off for years. (shrugs) Maybe more on than off. I don't know.

Logan: But…you're not…

Veronica: No. I had a paternity test. My dad is my dad.

Both let that soak in.

Logan: So that's why Duncan started ignoring you. He thought his girlfriend was his sister.

Veronica: Yeah.

More silence. Veronica is watching Logan's face as he processes the past year and a half with this new information.

Logan: But, when I was being such an asshole to you, he…

Veronica: …let you despite thinking I was his sister? Yeah.

Logan: (tensing up) Wait. You just told him that it wasn't true like last month.

Veronica: Yeah.

Logan: So this whole time…

Veronica: Yeah.

Logan: That means that…

Veronica: (bitter and slightly disgusted) Yeah. At Shelly's party he slept with me thinking I was his sister.

Logan is stunned. He pulls her back into his body and rubs her back as he tries to let this new knowledge settle.

Logan: So your Mom and Duncan's dad.

Veronica: Yeah. She was in Neptune back in September. Didn't even come see me, but she met Jake Kane at a hotel.

Logan: Wow. Sorry.

Veronica: Thanks.

Logan: So all these years?

Veronica: I don't know.

Logan: And none of us ever knew.

Veronica: Not until Celeste told Duncan.

Logan: Why didn't he just get a paternity test? Why just believe it?

Veronica: It's Duncan. He doesn't question stuff. And…

She breaks off about to reveal information she only knows because she had read Duncan's journal.

Logan: And what?

Veronica: Maybe it was easier to pretend I didn't exist than face the reality of knowing one way or the other.

Logan looks doubting of that motivation. But Duncan had never really been able to deal with confrontation, and confronting the fact that the girl you loved might also be your half sister would be a big deal to anyone.

Veronica: So now you can understand why I'm so worried about him and Meg.

Logan: (joke falling flat) There's no possibility that she's his sister is there?

Veronica: Logan. He…he let all of you treat me like crap. Let everyone believe I cheated on him. He saw me cry every day knowing that I had done nothing to deserve it. He's a coward. And selfish. Then…

He holds her tighter.

Logan: I know.

And he does. He barely even likes Trina, but he never would allow anyone to do to her what Duncan had allowed to happen. Had allowed Logan to do right in front of his face.

Logan: I'm sorry.

Veronica: I don't need you to apologize to me Logan. I need you to help me figure out what I should do.

Logan: About what?

Veronica: About Meg and Duncan.

Logan is uncomfortable with what Duncan had done, but he still wants his friend to be happy. And if Duncan likes Meg and can move on with her, then all the better.

Logan: (placating) We don't even know if anything will happen between them, it could just be a crush.

Veronica sees that Logan isn't going to be able to help her with this, that he won't support her in what she really wants to do, which is tell Meg enough to get her to stay away from Duncan.

Veronica: Logan…

She wants to convince him to be on her side. Tell him that Duncan had asked her out every time they had broken up, or appeared to be broken up. That Duncan might be dangerous, that he has uncontrolled fits. That the Kane's covered up Lilly's murder and that meant either Jake or Duncan did it, because there is no way she can imagine Jake covering for Celeste. But she can't make herself do it. Can't take his best friend from him.

Logan: He's a good guy Veronica. It was just an unbelievable position to be put in.

She frowns but curls against him closer, clearing her mind from her tumultuous thoughts by listening to his steady heartbeats under her ear.

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AN

Alright, before I get deep into the Lilly Kane case, I need to decide a few things. One, I need a few as yet unrevealed lovers for Lilly. If you have any good ideas and a rationale for why you think they're a good canidate, send them my way. Cannon characters, new characters I've introduced or an idea for a character not yet invented are all welcome. Advice is welcome.

I hope you enjoyed the last part of the revenge on Dick. God was talking to Dick all the time about how he should be nicer, how he'd done bad things, and how he should be more respectful of girls. When Dick resisted the voice's guidance and continued to ogle girls on the second day (Wednesday) he would get a shock to his lower stomach. That's what led to his stripping down in class. The voice bits were partially prerecorded by Mac before school on Monday and the girls took turns speaking to him when they could. The shockers were on remote control and Veronica recruited a few other students to zap him when he was rude or staring at a girl. Whew.

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