an: sorry guys, I updated this about a week ago but forgot to update it here at my apologies. And if this ever happens again, just to let you guys know, I usually update first at www (dot) livejournal (dot) com (slash) community (slash) veronicamarsfic

Fic: Remembering You, Part 5
Author: Lindsey
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1130
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: heee, I don't think many people will like me after this chapter. It's just a feeling. Anyway, if you can't imagine what Logan looks like, try to picture how he looked like when he guest starred on "The Parkers." There's a clip at (no www.) jason-dohring (dot) com. It's in the seond to last category on the page.

As always, italics stand for flashbacks and in some cases an article being read.

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Veronica closed her cell phone and placed it into her bag. She looked up for the first time since ending the phone call; avoiding Shelly's eyes as she gathered her things to leave.

"Where do you think you're going?" Shelly voice snapped, breaking the silence in the coffee shop. Shelly knew making a scene wouldn't help a bit on persuading Veronica to stay, but it was worth a shot. Plus, if Veronica were forced to stay anywhere unwillingly, Shelly would need a whole lot of duct tape.

"Barry called. He needs me to go run an errand for him."

"What kind of errand?" Shelly asked suspiciously while Rachel chose to stay out of this argument and went back to reading her UsWeekly.

"He just needs me to go pick someone up for him, Shell."

"Who? The hooker who comes to his house every Saturday night?"

"If hooker is codename for grandma, then yeah. I am on my way to go pick up a hooker."

Shelly rolled her eyes. "V, you promised."

Veronica tilted her head. "Rain check?"

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The petite blond had entered BWI around 12:55 and Barry's grandmother's flight was to land around 1:00.

She figured she had time to kill, so she pulled out a magazine she had carefully placed just moments before. Veronica began reading the interview again.

HC: So, Logan. Name some of your favorite things.
LE: Well, I love women. How would we live without all the drama that follows them? Uh, Starbucks is a guilty pleasure of mine. I could not live a day without coffee. I also love animals. I actually have two pit bulls back home in California. I, um, also have a weird obsession with clicky pens.

HC: (laughs) Clicky pens?
LE: I did say it was weird, no?

HC: Okay, so what kind of girl would you absolutely not date?
LE: A rich one. They tend to be a little high maintenance and I really don't like that in a girl. I probably wouldn't date anyone famous, either. You know, like Paris Hilton-ish women.

HC: Are you saying that because you've already dated those types of girls, including Paris Hilton herself?
LE: (laughs) Yeah. Don't get me wrong, Paris is a great gal, really she is. I just don't see myself spending the rest of my life with someone like that.

HC: So, what kind of girl do you see yourself with in a couple of years?
LE: I'm not really sure. But, I do know I want someone who shares my love for pit bulls.

Veronica then tore her eyes away from the magazine when she heard people's foot stops. She figured that the flight Barry's grandmother, Cheryl, had been on, must've landed.

She then gently rolled her magazine up and placed it into her purse and stood up to leave, only to be knocked right back into the chair she had been sitting in. Veronica looked up to see what had knocked her down and saw two men, one of them looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Veronica. I wasn't watching where I was going," one of the men said and picked up her purse off the floor and handed it to her. Veronica noticed that this man's facial features resembled Logan's.

"I'm sorry," she replied confused, "Do I know you?"

Logan realizing his mistake, quickly said, "No, but I know of you. I'm a an of your work."

"Oh, so you read the Baltimore Sun?"

Logan nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, Veronica saw Barry's grandmother. She then cleared her throat.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to go find someone. It was nice meeting you, Mr.…" Veronica trailed off, remembering that she didn't know this man's name.

"Doones," Logan replied. "Phil Doones. And, um, this is my friend Joe Bosling."

She smiled. "Well it was nice meeting you Phil," she said shaking Logan's outstretched hand. Veronica instantly felt waves of electricity go through her body when they made contact. She didn't let Logan see her blush. She then shook Joe's hand. "You too, Joe."

Veronica gave them a nod and a mumbled "see ya" before she turned around and walked away.

"Wait, Veronica!" Logan called after her small figure. She tuned half way around, waiting for him to catch up to her.

"Yeah?"

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"Uh, sure…I mean no. I can't. I have to get back to work," Veronica told him reluctantly.

"Oh," Logan said, looking very disappointed. "Well, then, I hope you have a nice day." He was about to leave, but Veronica stopped him.

"Have you ever heard of the Pickle Pub?"

"I'm sure I could find it," Logan said with a smirk. "Why?"

"Well, I'll be there later around 9:00 if you still wanna buy me that drink," Veronica informed him, smiling.

Logan looked down at his shoes. "Alright," he said looking up towards her, "Maybe I'll see you there."

Veronica titled her head, still smiling. "Okay, then." She turned and walked away, for good this time and fetched Cheryl just before she started screaming at her lungs, "Where's Barry Warry!"

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"Veronica Mars, I cannot believe you have a date tonight!" Shelly exclaimed.

"Shell, it's not a date. He's just buying me a drink."

"Still, you never know. He might be counting it as a date—"

"And then again, he might not be," Veronica pointed out.

"Does this 'he' have a name?" asked Rachel, who had just gotten back from the bathroom.

"Phil Doones."

"Doones?" Rachel asks bewilderedly. "Isn't that someone's name in a cartoon in the comics section on Sundays?"

"I don't think so…" replied Veronica.

"No, silly, that's Doonesbury," answered Shelly.

"Oh, right."

Shelly then stood up from her position on the couch in Veronica's apartment. "Anyway, I gotta get going. I don't think Derek would be too happy if I was always late for our meetings. See you two later." She gave Rachel and Veronica a quick hug. "Give me all the details tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright."

Shelly left and Veronica checked her watch. "Ready to go?" she asked Rachel.

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They entered the Pickle Pub around 9:05 and made they're way to the bar. Rachel ordered a Bay Breeze and Veronica just asked for a glass of water. Veronica made sure she had taken a seat in the barstool that was most visible from the front door.

"When is he supposed to get here?" Rachel whispered into Veronica's ear.

"I don't know. I told him I'd be here around nine."

"Did he say he was defiantly coming?"

"Not exactly, Ray. But I think he'll come, he didn't give me the impression that he wouldn't."

"Whatever you say, V."

An hour later, Phil had yet to show up.

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an: sorry guys if this seemed short. I didn't want to put the "date" in this chapter but the next. As always, feedback is much appreciated. Oh, and another thing. The next update might not be for a while, you know, with school work and all. Blah!