AN: To kill Logan, or not to kill Logan, that was the question! Read on to find out the answer. Sorry this update took so long, but it really did take some time to decide what to do with Logan. And then I had to rework this a bit. Well, anyway, I hope you like the result. I don't know if this is the end or not. I'd be happy to leave it off here, but I could always continue if I get another moment of inspiration. Thanks so much to all of you who reviewed! Can anyone catch my slight Stargate reference? 11 points if you can, hehe. I don't really think there is much crossover between VM and Stargate, so I'll be (pleasantly) surprised if anyone can get it. Well, onto the story :) Disclaimer: Veronica Mars, in it's entirety, belongs to Rob Thomas, UPN and others. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is for entertainment (hopefully!) purposes only. The plot ideas belong to me.

The raging waters below beckoned to him. They swirled and churned both powerful and hypnotizing at the same time. Logan stepped forward, intent on ending the constant flow of images that haunted him. The next thing he knew, he was lying flat on his back. He had landed on the hard, cold pavement of the bridge, and he was pretty sure he had had some help getting there. As he stared up at the darkened sky, an all to familiar face appeared above him.

"What the helldo you think you're doing!"? Veronica yelled.

"It's obvious. Come on Mars! And you call yourself a detective?" Logan sneered at her.

Veronica stared down at him, lying on the ground. She wondered if she was the reason he had been about to take a little dip in the stormy waters below. Or could he know about Lily? Was that what had driven him to this point?

"Ahh! No." He exclaimed before she could speak. "Don't even start; just leave. Go on; scurry off. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got an urgent appointment to meet my maker." Logan said, as he picked himself up off the ground.

"The only way I'm leaving is if you come with me. And don't think I'll hesitate to use force. I brought Backup." She said, gesturing toward her car. Logan snorted at the notion of the 5'1" blonde dragging him off the bridge and home. Home. To his father's house, the last place on earth he wanted to be. His face fell.

"What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you, Mars? And anyway, aren't I the big, bad murder? You really want to take a chance being alone with me? Aren't you afraid I might kill you too!" He yelled, his tone mocking.

He knew perfectly well Veronica knew the identity of the real killer, hell, she was the one who had figured it out. But he wanted to hurt her. He wanted to bring up her betrayal and drive her away. He wanted to remind her that he hadn't forgotten about it. He should have jumped when he had the chance. The last thing he wanted to do was have an argument with Veronica Mars on the side of the Coronado Bridge.

Veronica winced and stood there staring at him. She felt as though she had been slapped. His words stung, mostly because they rang true. She had accused him of murder, how could she expect him to behave as though nothing had happened? That was what she had expected when he had shown up at her door. And she had foolishly still expected him to forgive and forget. And yet, while she felt bad about going to the police, she would do it again. That was where the evidence had led her, even though her gut had screamed otherwise. And after the past year, everything she had learned and been through, there wasn't anyone she could trust completely, no matter how much she wanted to.

"What did you expect me to think Logan? For more than a year you were my worst tormentor, then all of a sudden we're buddy buddy and making out in the girls room! We went from 0 to 100 in 60 seconds flat!" She sighed, pausing briefly.

"And then there was the incident at your 'birthday party'. When I found those cameras in the pool house I… and then, well then I found out your alibi didn't hold up and you never said anything. And I wanted to trust you, I really did, but I just couldn't with all the evidence saying something else!" Veronica rushed through the last part. She opened her mouth to say more, but Logan interrupted her.

"Wait, wait a minute. Go back to the part about the cameras. There are camera's in the pool house?"

Veronica hesitated. Explaining about the cameras would surely lead to questions about what they were used for, and it would put Veronica in the unfortunate position of having to deliver the news about Lily to Logan. She looked down at the ground.

"Well, Logan, I, I found the cameras after you left to get a drink that night. There was a recorder in behind the cabinet. That's why I left, I, I thought it was all an act, that you just wanted me there for some homemade porn tape to show to Dick and the others…" Veronica said hesitantly. She looked up at him, but Logan had turned around and was facing the edge of the bridge again. He was staring out toward the water, a faraway look on his face. He turned back to Veronica and laughed. It was a bitter, strangled sound.

"Son-of-a-bitch! He did it. He set up those damn cameras! I guess he couldn't get enough of himself on big screen." Logan turned back to her, a look of utter panic on his face.

"A..a..are there tapes? Are there tapes of him and Lily together?" Logan asked timidly. He was afraid to hear the answer even though he already knew what it would be. Somehow the idea that there were tapes would make his father and Lily together all the more real.

'Well, I guess that answer's one question. He knows about his father and Lily's affair. But does he know about the murder?'

Before she could say anything, Logan had started speaking again.

"I know. I know that he killed her, oh God. I heard it on the radio and, and then I heard about what he tried to do to you…. and, and I just needed some air and I pulled over. Ironic how I ended up here, someone out there had a good laugh about it." He said.

Veronica took a step closer to him. If she could just get him far away from that damn ledge she would feel much more comfortable. To her immense relief, Logan sank down onto the ground. He sat with his back to the ledge, leaning against the guardrail of the bridge. Veronica approached him, and when he didn't object, sat down next to him.

"You know, it seemed a little cold out tonight for a swim, and that outfit is the poorest excuse for a swimsuit that I've ever seen." Veronica joked. Logan chuckled.

"Thanks. For snapping me out of it I mean. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around it all, you know?"

"Mhmm." Veronica mumbled.

For the first time, Logan was glad he hadn't jumped. Correction, glad he had been prevented from jumping. That would have been the easy way out. He stared down at Veronica sitting beside him. She had turned him in, but he could understand that. It was her nature to follow the evidence, and after what he had put her through, a few brief moments of passion weren't enough to build a lasting trust. He had already forgiven her. He had forgiven her when he had turned up on her doorstep after everything that had happened; he just hadn't realized it until now. He could very easily love her. Oh, who was he kidding, he already did.

"C'mere" Logan said as he put his arm around her.

Veronica leaned into his side. They were both a mess, emotionally and physically. There would be a lot more problems to come. But they were in it together, and at the moment, that was all that mattered to Veronica. They had a lot more to talk about, well, if she was being honest, yell about. None of that mattered. As she sat on the bridge, with Logan, very much alive, at her side, she was content. 'It's no happily ever after, but it's as close as I'm ever gonna get.' And for Veronica, that was enough.

And then Logan jumped off the bridge . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . just kidding. Hehe, sorry I couldn't resist. Though he may feel the strong urge to jump again, but never fear, you can save him. Simply press the button at the bottom and review! Tell me what you think, I love to hear ideas and thoughts including criticisms from the readers. :)