A/N: I have no idea how I have been this inspired, but I manged to get two chapters out in two days - would be great if I could keep this going, but I'm sure the inspiration will die down. This will be a WeeVer fiction. WeeVer has always had a special place in my heart. I didn't intend on Logan leaving the way he did, but it was convenient in a sense that this story now exists. Also love LoVe, but it's hard to do that when half of LoVe is dead :( To reiterate, I don't own anything, no characters, nothing from the show, Hulu or WB version - Nothing. Enjoy!

The week following Weevil's cell time was a blur.

I interviewed several of his associates, including Hector even though Weevil swore up and down that Hector would never stoop to that level either. It was my last task to get in touch with Clyde, who had made himself scarce around these parts since my dad decided their friendship wasn't worth it.

"Have you heard from Clyde since he cut you lose?" I asked Weevil, as I settled myself in my desk chair and booted up my laptop.

"I have only heard from him once, and that was when he offered me additional money to keep working for him. "he walked to my bed and sat down. "He offered me the same gig he offered everyone else, to sell drugs to high schoolers and make a fortune outta doing it. I told him I couldn't be a part of that, and he cut me loose immediately."

"Do you know if he approached everyone you work with?"

"Hector told me he never asked him about it, I think its because he mostly has his life together and has left the bullshit behind. As much as Clyde is a criminal, I don't think he would intentionally force someone back into that world if they had other options, which is why I was the perfect target." Weevil stood up and left the room. I was puzzled, until he came back with two beers.

"Drinking and being a detective doesn't usually end well." I spoke as I put the beer beside my laptop

"Well, I got mixed feelings being around you still and talking about my lifestyle makes those feelings harder to swallow." He spoke sternly, as I polished off half of the lager.

"Weevil, you have other options." I spoke, as I diverted my attention from my laptop to the sullen man sitting on my bed. "You're not an idiot, you had a shop, you had a wife, you had a child – you have the capability to be everything you want to be and more. I think that's why I got so upset with you because you had the world in your hands, and you let it go. Living a crime free life is hard when it's been all you've ever known but you got out, you made something of yourself and you were a success. You have the capability. Please remember this, you're not meant to be a criminal your entire life just to get by." I tried to reassure him. He nodded, but I don't think he really heard or comprehended what I was saying.

"How do you start over when you don't know where to begin?" He spoke softly as he finished the remainder of his beverage.

I sighed, shut my laptop and grabbed the beer beside me.

"Hey, what are you doing? Aren't we working on how to get me outta this stuff that I'm in?" He questioned as I walked away from my desk and stood in front of him.

"Because I'm asking myself the same think you're asking yourself, I have to start over too and I don't have a clue who I am without Logan after spending several years as his better half." I popped the top off the bottle and sat next to him. "Cheers to…" I blanked. What was there to cheers about?

"Cheers to whatever's next, V." he spoke and gave me a shy smile. "Least were not goin' through this alone, yknow?" He shrugged as our bottles clinked.

Three hours past and Weevil and I had drunk just about all there was to drink in the Mars' home. We were currently sipping on a fine bottle of Jim Beam, and I was to the point that I forgot that I don't drink Whiskey. More of a personal preference than anything else, it was just never my thing.

"I hate whiskey." I slurred, as I took another sip from the bottle. A full laugh escaped Eli.

"Coulda fooled me the way you're chugging that tonight." My phone rang; I grabbed it and saw that it was Wallace. I chose not to ignore him this time, I simply turned the ringer down instead. Hoping this tactic was less brutal than the obvious "I don't want to talk to you" button. "You two got some issues or something?" Eli asked.

"Not that I'm aware of; wouldn't blame him if he was upset with me though. I haven't answered his phone calls since Logan died." I screwed the top back on the bottle. "Actually, I haven't talked to anyone since Logan died, except my dad." I looked up at him and smiled "Oh yeah, and I answered this call from the police station too."

"I'm flattered that my plea for help made the cut." He grabbed the bottle from me and took a drink. "If you haven't talked to your closest friends, why'd you answer my phone call?" It took me a minute to think. I didn't know it was Weevil calling me when the call came through, but out of process of elimination I didn't think it could be anyone else either.

"To be fair, the call came up as Balboa County – I thought it was a call to action." I paused.
"Which it did end up being. Plus, I owed you huge for how shitty I treated you that day. At the very least I had to see if I could help you, and I knew you wouldn't beg me to stay in Neptune and tell me all the things I need to hear; that's not you."

"I can't say I wouldn't be sad to see you go." He took another hasty sip. "You and I always had this thing. Hard to describe it really. Different circles, different lives but we were always there for each other when the going got tough and that'll be hard to find again."

"I'm not dying, Eli." I joked, but then the guilt and the verbiage stung me. "Guess that's probably something I shouldn't joke about." I took the bottle for him and nearly finished it. "You think we still got a thing?" I questioned. Reflecting on our conversation we had before I basically told him he was dead to me.

"Nope. We don't." He looked at me very seriously. He took the bottle from my hand and put it on the coffee table in front of us. He then proceeded to pull me into him and hugged me. I didn't realize how badly I needed a hug, or how badly a huge would destroy me. I grabbed on to the back of his shirt and buried my face in his shoulder. He reciprocated by holding me tighter and continued what he was going to say. "Whatever we got is something more than a thing, V. It's rare and I'll be damned if I don't cherish whatever this is." He hugged tighter around me when he said the last word. I didn't want to let go, because as much as I had pushed people away the last few weeks it was very nice to let someone in.

"I think I killed him." I mumbled in his shoulder. Unsure if he had even heard me or not. He pulled away from my quickly and looked at me. A stray tear was working its way down my cheek.

"How do you figure that?" He questioned; a concerned look drawn over his face.

"The last bomb…" I started, looking away from him and towards the television. "The last bomb came with a limerick that I thought I had decoded. I thought that it was at the new high school and that when Penn defused it, we had saved everyone there and when Penn was arrested, I thought it was over." I felt more tears making their way down my face. "I was wrong though; I was very wrong. The limerick that described where the last bomb was proved that it was in my car, and when I realized it, it was too late. Logan was about to move my car off the street for street cleaning and when I ran to the window to let him know; it exploded." I was full blown ugly crying at this point. "I always forgot to move the car on street cleaning night, always. If there was one thing that I could be counted on, it was forgetting to do that." He pulled me back into him and let me cry on his shoulder and seek comfort in his presence.

"There was no way to know that he did that until after the fact. You did your best and you found the bomb at the school; you still saved a lot of people and you deserve the credit for that." He spoke sweetly. I felt his knuckles rub lightly on my back, I didn't think Eli knew how to be sensitive for someone, it was welcomed at the time.

"I'd trade it all back just to have Logan alive again." I spoke, breaking down once again into hysterics. In my mind, I was willing myself to get my shit together and be the strong Veronica and bad ass Veronica that Weevil was used to. I willed myself to get my head back in the game and say something snarky about him being a sensitive, gooey bleeding heart on the inside of his leather jacket. I willed myself to say anything at this point just to stop myself from being an emotional wreck. He held me tighter.

Eli didn't say much after that. He shifted slightly to see that I had fallen asleep on him after crying.

The door to my house began to open and he became noticeably worried. He attempted to escape from underneath me, but in my half asleep and drunken state, I pulled him back down. My dad walked through the door and was greeted to me, his daughter, half asleep on his least favorite ex-con.

"Sheriff… this isn't what it looks like." Eli stammered. Truly feeling uncomfortable with the position he was in.

"It looks like my daughter decided to drown her sadness in alcohol, finally talk to someone about it and then fell asleep from what I'm assuming to be a mixture of being drunk and crying. No?"

"Alright, it's exactly what it looks like." Eli deadpanned. Keith sighed and set his keys on the coffee table and picked up the empty Jim Beam bottle.

"She hasn't talked to anybody in weeks about anything." He started, as he took off his suit jacket and hung it up on the jacket tree. "Although I'm surprised it was you who broke her down, I can't be mad about it." He walked over and placed his hand on Eli's shoulder. "Two things." He began "One, this is the only night in your life you'll be allowed to sleep underneath my daughter with my blessing. Two, I haven't been the sheriff in almost 2 decades – please call me Keith." He assuredly tapped Eli's shoulder twice with his hand before he headed off to his own bedroom.

The morning light hit me like a ton of bricks. I was disoriented and my head felt as if it was about to explode. I took in the surroundings and noticed I was in the living room, my head darted to the face in front of me and I was taken aback – I fell asleep on Weevil. My head was buried between his chest and shoulder, my hand stretched out on his chest and his right arm was around my side; holding me tight to him. I started to run down the facts of what I remembered from last night. I told him everything, he knew about the final bomb, he knew that I felt responsible and I'm positive I cried most of the night. This could have ended worse than me falling asleep on him; I'm surprised he stayed. I was feeling better until I saw the set of keys on the coffee table. My eyes darted open and I saw the suit coat on the jacket tree, I hopped up and coincidently woke up Eli.

"Jesus V, I didn't need a jump start to my heart to wake me up. A nudge woulda been fine." He said as he sat up and noticed my visible panic. "What happened?"

"Eli, my dad came home last night at some point." I said as I pointed at the keys on the table. "I get that I'm not exactly at an age where my dad can tell me who can and can't stay the night, but I doubt he was pleased to see me curled up on Eli Navarro in his living room."

"Pleased isn't the right word, you're right about that." He sighed. "He wasn't mad either, at least that's what he told me."

"Wait, you talked to him? When did you talk to him?" I questioned.

"He came home late. It was a while after you had fallen asleep. I actually tried to escape your grip at about midnight, but you are pretty fierce about cuddling." I could feel my face heat up. It was very unsettling to hear Eli talk about cuddling. "You're also pretty aggressive for being as small as you are." He chuckled "Anyway, I gave in and let you sleep, as I was getting ready to doze off I heard the door knob open so I immediately reassured him that whatever it looked like, it wasn't, but he didn't think there was anything goin' on anyway and actually thanked me for being there for you. Got his blessing to sleep underneath you, just this once." He winked; my face reddened again. I sat down forcefully on the couch and put my head in my hands.

"Well, I'm thoroughly embarrassed and I'm pretty sure you know more about me than my therapist does, and she charges three hundred an hour." I glanced over to him and said playfully, "Do you take checks?" Eli smiled.

"Are you feeling better at all?" he questioned, tilting his head slightly so his eyes met mine.

"Physically, I've never felt more thirty-three than I do now; drinking doesn't mix well after your twenties." I sighed. "Mentally and emotionally, I feel a little revived today, I probably have you to thank for that. Thanks for being the friend I didn't know I needed; it means a lot." I gave him a genuine smile.

"Any night you need me to sleep under you, I'll be there." He blew a kiss. I shoved him lightly and laughed.

"That was a one-time blessing, Eli." Keith spoke as he walked into the living room.

"Of course, I would never disrespect you like that. Thanks for the hospitality and not kicking my ass as soon as you got home this morning. I just wanna let you know your daughter is one in a million and I really value our friendship, so thanks for putting up with me." He spoke kindly and held out his hand to Keith.

"I appreciate that." Keith shook Eli's hand and headed towards the kitchen.

"Well aren't you just a people pleaser?" I joked as I walked Eli to the door.

"Not all people – just people who I wanna make sure have a good impression of me. I just slept with his daughter, I gotta shake his hand." My eyes bugged and Eli took notice and let out a laugh.

"You need to change the wording of that immediately. Or I will tell everyone that you spooned the hell out of me, and you were the one to cry into my shoulder the entire night."

"Alright, fair enough. We can keep this night between us. You wanna work my case later? Or do you need to recover from last night?" I rubbed my temple and visibly squinted when the door opened, and more sunlight poured into the room.

"I think I need a day. Can it wait until tomorrow?" I spoke, trying to hide behind his frame in order to block the sunlight.

"Sure thing, I'll call you then and we will set something up." He spoke and he pulled me in for a hug. Is this how we greet now? Is this how we say goodbye? I've never really been a social hugger and neither has he, this new closeness was unsettling to me – but why? He broke the hug and headed down the steps of my porch onto his bike and before I knew it, he was gone.

"I know you seem to fall for the bad boys with the golden hearts and all the broken parts that you could fix but… would it harm anything to date someone… who isn't a felon?" Keith deadpanned as I poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Oh, come on dad, felons have all the fun!" I said excitedly as I grabbed a mug from the cabinet above him. "You know Weevil and I don't have that kind of thing going on. It's all about mutual backscratching with us." I poured myself a cup of coffee as well.

"That sounds exactly like what I don't want to go on between you two."

"He was there when we were about to die in Arizona, even you can't deny that he saved our lives that day." I walked over to him. "I'm returning this last favor to him and then we are even and moving on with our lives. We agreed on that." He looked at me for a while, I think he was trying to see if I was lying or not.

"Alright Veronica, but the next time you have a guy sleep underneath you on my couch – could you maybe give me some warning? I'm old. I could have stroked out right in the middle of my living room." He smiled and left the room.

I also took my leave from the room and headed to my bed to lay down and sleep off this hangover. The cup of coffee did nothing for my exhaustion and only further dehydrated me. I grabbed a bottle of water from my end table from a few nights prior and finished it off, feeling slightly refreshed but ready for more sleep. I laid down and sunk into the comfort of my bed. I tossed, turned and adjusted my pillows several times, I couldn't get myself comfortable. My eyes stared towards my ceiling when the realization sunk in that I preferred to sleep with body heat and my sleep partner had left. Refusing to believe this theory, I continued to toss and turn for what seemed like forever until I was finally comfortable enough to let sleep take over.