Fic: Remembering You, Part 2
Author: Lindsey
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1768
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Veronica, Ensemble plus original characters
Warnings/Spoilers: up to 1.22
Summary: Everything Veronica does always comes back to a fling that happened oh so long ago.
Disclaimer: I don't own veronica mars. rob thomas and upn do. All hail king rob!

an: so sorry I didn't update last night like I said I would. Believe it or not I had a last minute party to attend. I'll try to have the next chappy up soon, but I ain't making any promises. Once I get my laptop back, my updates will be quicker! As always, Italics are mostly flashbacks, but in some cases they're not.

Cameras flashed as he walked down the sidewalk and reporters screamed questions out at him. But he remained silent as he walked into the building of a top-selling entertainment magazine, to which he was about to give another 'deep in touch' interview to.

Logan couldn't believe his agent had put him up to this. He usually declined these types of interviews, for the questions could become far too personal. But his agent said if he did this kind of thing often when he had a movie coming out, it would rake in more money.

And money was good, very good.

Logan now sat at a conference table, a young woman had just entered the room. His bodyguard sat right next to him.

"Hi, Mr. Echolls, I'm Courtney Lerka. I'm going to be conducting this interview," the woman stated, shaking Logan's hand. "Before we start is there anything I can get you to make you more comfortable. Maybe a drink, perhaps?"

Logan chuckled. He could tell the girl was nervous. Nowadays, any girl he talked to would either throw themselves at him or just stare at him strangely, appearing to be in shock. The only girl he had ever known who wouldn't do those things to a celebrity was Veronica Mars. She would just speak her mind even if you had a gazillion dollars or a shopping cart to keep you company.

He shook his head, ridding the trip down memory lane that was soon to occur. "No, I'm good," he replied.

"Allrighty, then." Yep, this girl was defiantly anxious. "Let's get this show on the road," she continued, pulling out a tape recorder and turning it on. "Logan Echolls. You seem to be the hot, new actor in Hollywood. How does it feel to be in your shoes?"

"Great, actually. I have women going gah-gah over me. Every man in the country wants to be me, and every woman wants to date me. What else can I guy ask for? But no seriously, sometimes I feel like my life is all a dream and I'll wake up living in this crappy hotel again. Sometimes I just need to pinch myself to remind me this is real. This is my actual life."

"I've heard over the years that your past wasn't so great. Do you mind telling us a little about that?"

"I really don't want to get into that too much." Logan cleared his throat. "But, um, yeah. My father used to abuse me when I was young and my mother committed suicide to escape him and his homicidal rages. My girlfriend, Lilly Kane, who I'm sure you've heard about, was murdered by my father when I was about 16."

"I'm sure no one could survive that pain well. How did you deal with it?"

"A year after Lilly's death, I started to date this girl. Her father used to be the sheriff until he was run out of office. I had known her for years, but never realized I had feelings for her. We had really great chemistry and we could share our pain. We were both close to Lilly and both of our mothers had vanished from our lives. I guess we were kind of drawn together."

"Are you still together with this high school sweet heart?"

Logan laughed. "Uh, no. We ended things senior year of high school after a big fight between us. I lost touch with her after she moved to New York two months later."

"Do you remember what the fight was about that tore you two apart?"

Of course he did. "No, not really," Logan replied.

"Would you at least tell us this mysterious woman's name?"

"Yeah, sure. Her name was Ronnie."

x-x-x

"Veronica, are you ready to go yet?" Rachel yelled from across the hall. "If we don't leave now, we're going to be late!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Veronica brushed through her hair one last time. "Okay, people. Let's go."

Shelly closed her apartment door and locked it. They all then piled into her Mercedes Benz. She was the only one between the three who had a nice car, so they usually took her car out on special occasions or if they just wanted to show off.

"So, Veronica," Rachel began to say as she looked her friend up and down, "is there some particular reason why you always wear your hair down?"

"No, why? Does it look weird?"

"Oh, no it's just that I'm getting tired of looking at the same hairstyle on you every single day."

Veronica laughed to herself, silently. "Well, I just happen to like it this way. Less of a hassle." And Logan always seemed to like it too…

x-x-x

Veronica closed her apartment door and locked it. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her dad watching her from the window. She laughed as Logan looked at her puzzled.

"It's nothing, Logan. My dad's just trying to win the dad of the year medal again," she told him.

He nodded and brought his hand up to the back of her head, pulling her closer to him.

"What are you…?" Veronica trailed off as Logan pulled the clip out that was holding Veronica's hair up. The ends of her hair bounced onto her shoulders aimlessly.

"I like you hair down, better," he said explaining himself.

She smiled in response and grabbed his hand. Logan then waved at Keith who was still looking out the small window. Keith waved back, but not very nicely.

They walked off hand-in-hand into the moonlight, ready to go on their first "official" date.

x-x-x

Ten minutes after the credits had begun to roll, Shelly, Rachel, and Veronica were walking down the street, watching the amazing view of the Inner Harbor.

The water glistened as late night boat tours skimmed the water. For a second, Veronica was in peace. She wasn't thinking about past lovers (only their movies), friends who had been brutally murdered, or how she going to pay next months rent.

She had not a care in the world.

Logan's movie wasn't that bad. It had actually been pretty descent for a chick flick. He did have some cheesy lines, but, and she hated to admit it, he did look pretty hot without his shirt on. She could tell he had been working out for he had a six-pack, and a nice one at that.

Damnit, the peace was now long gone. Why did Logan have to keep popping up in her mind? Ever since she had starting seeing Logan in every magazine and on every television, that was all she could think about. Him.

Veronica stood up from the bench she had been sitting at. "You guys ready to go yet?"

Shelly looked up at Veronica. "Why? It's only eleven o'clock and we don't have anywhere to be tomorrow."

"I just remembered that I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. Bright and early," Veronica said, not meaning to sound cheerful.

Rachel looked at her strangely. "Since when do you look forward to going to the dentists? What's up with you?"

The dwarf-height blonde sighed. "I promise to tell you guys later. Could you just please take me home?" she pouted.

Shelly looked over at Rachel. "No," she said. "Not until you tell us what's wrong."

"But," Veronica began to say. She hadn't planned on telling them anything. If they would have brought up the subject later, she would have made up something, something they would truly believe.

But when she tried to think of something to say, her mind drew a blank. "Really, guys it's nothing. Now, let's go."

They wouldn't give up that easily. "Rachel, are you thirsty? I'm sure they have a 'Starbucks' around here…"

"…Yeah, I could totally go for a Mocha Frappuchino right now. But, man those things have so much caffeine in them, I'll be up to seven in the morning," Rachel continued.

"Let's go get those drinks then, shall we? We're not the ones who have a 'dentist appointment' tomorrow."

Veronica put her hands on her hips. "You two are such jerks." Shelly pretended to be offended. "I don't need a ride anymore. I'm gonna call a cab," she said as she whipped out her cell phone and walked towards the road.

Rachel and Shelly ran after her. "We're sorry, Veronica. We didn't know you would get so pissed; we were just joking around," Shelly stated.

Veronica put down her cell phone. "I-I don't know what's wrong with me," Veronica admitted, on the verge of tears. Okay, so she sort of knew what was wrong, but she didn't want to tell them about her and Logan, yet. She just wasn't ready.

"It's okay, Veronica, really," Rachel said, rubbing Veronica's back. "Let's just forget about tonight."

"How about we just forget about the last fifteen minutes," Shelly commented. "I really don't want to forget the image of Logan Echolls with his shirt off. God, and those hard rock abs!"

Veronica laughed. For some reason, her mind didn't want to forget that image either. "I agree," she said sniffling quickly. "Logan looked smoking hot."

The three girls laughed and talked a little bit more about Logan. Shelly soon dropped Veronica off at her very small apartment.

Veronica unlocked the door and dropped her keys on the table. She walked over to another table where her answering machine was. There was one message on it.

"Hey, V, it's Wallace. I tried to call you on your cell when I found out you weren't home, but the call wouldn't go through. Anyway, Veronica, I don't know if it's true or not, but lately I've been hearing stuff about Logan. I'm just telling this to warn you, in case it's true, but I would take it as a grain of salt since it came from the 'National Enquirer'. I read in an article that Logan is coming to—" the machine cut off Wallace's message.

Veronica stood in the center of the room, debating on whether or not Baltimore was going to be Wallace's next choice of words. There was only one way to find out.

She picked up her phone and dialed Shelly's number, hoping she was home by now. She wasn't. "Hey, Shell, it's Veronica. I was wondering if you had picked up the latest 'National Enquirer'. I heard on the streets Logan's mentioned in it. Something about Logan coming to Baltimore. Call me when you get this. Bye."

Veronica sat her phone down. She was not going to get an ounce of sleep until Shelly called her back.

x-x-x

an: thanks for all the comments! Pleaz feel free to give me ideas on what should happen in this fic. My muse seems to be on vacation.;-)