Disclaimer: I own absolutely no part of Veronica Mars, it's scripts, actors, writers, directors, set people, camera crew or anything. Not even the lab techs. I wish I did though.

A/N 1: I just read a bunch of interviews with Jason Dohring from http/jason-dohringdotcom/ and I just have to say, I absolutely adore him. Like, if he weren't married, and a quasi-famous actor, I'd be all over him. Ok, fangirl squee over. Onto the reading!

"Wow, you know, hospitals really don't agree with you." Her eyes snap open at his voice, and as she glances at the bed she gasps, tears springing to her eyes.

"Oh my god, you're awake!" In less than a second she's on her feet and at his side, her arms around his neck, pressing little kisses on his forehead. "You are really awake aren't you? Because I won't…" She swallows roughly, and averting her eyes, blinks back tears. "I was so scared. I can't lose you." Her voice is barely a whisper, and although his skin is pale and his lips cracked and parched, he manages a smile.

"God, you really wanted to get rid of me, didn't you?" His grin broadens at the look of indignation that crosses her features. "I mean, I'm barely out for a few hours," He shifts, and grimaces as a wave of pain hits him. "And you're already making me into a Reese Witherspoon movie." Her shoulders shake with mirth, but tears soon spring up in her eyes.

"Don't joke. I can't believe you're joking about this. This is your life, Logan." His heart is in his eyes as his palm cups her face.

"You're my life." This time she can't hide her tears from him, and they spring free, spilling down her cheeks of their own accord. "Shh." He murmurs, pulling her closer, holding her hand in his. "I'm not going anywhere, Ronnie." She nods, unable to speak, her tears still openly flowing.

"No. You're not." He smiles up at her, all the fire and passion he can't convey with his body pouring out the warm caverns of his eyes. "I won't let you." She repeats, and hugging herself to him, burrows her head onto his shoulder. Their bodies remain entwined for a few moments, until they're shaken from their embrace by the sharp rapping on the door. Veronica moves to sit, but Logan stops her, holding her hand tightly to him.

"Yeah, come in." He calls, coughing a bit as he does so, warranting a look of concern from Veronica. He waves her off in time to see her father entering the room.

"Logan." Keith nods towards the boy, closing the door behind him with a definite click. "Veronica." There is no malice in his voice, but no stability either. Veronica gazes at him hopefully, but he doesn't once look in her direction. "If I were just a father, and not a private detective, I would be wondering right about now, why my daughter was the one that placed the 911 call to save your life. And why, when paramedics found you, all you were covered with was a sheet. Or, why after I threw you out of our house, and expressly forbade her from seeing you, the two of you are together now. I could be selfish and ask these questions now, but I'll save them for later." Veronica tries to loosen her grip on Logan's hand in a halfhearted attempt to throw her father of off their scent, but he only tightens his hold, smiling reassuringly at her. "When you're more up to them." He takes a step towards the window, his arms folded behind his back. "As a PI and as a former cop however, those questions don't matter." He turns to them, a grim line set on his lips. "Do you know who shot you?" The question hangs heavy in the air, the silence barely broken by Veronica's sharp intake of breath. Logan looks steadily into Keith's eyes, his revealing nothing.

"Yes."

A/N 2: I think it's funny that Logan knows before I do, because I certainly have no idea who did it yet. It's sort of like that FOX show Reunion. You know the crime was committed, but do you know whodunit…dun dun dun. I really hope you guys enjoyed reading that, because I loved writing it. Generally I'm pretty sick of my stories at this point, but I really like this one. It could just be my all encompassing love for Veronica Mars though, you never know.