Disclaimer: I don't Veronica Mars in any way, shape or form.
Even later, when she thought back to the terrible events of that day, Veronica still found herself stunned. It had started out as any other, better than most even, because it was the day Logan was getting discharged…
"Now dearie, remember, 2 of these," The plump red headed nurse held a non descript orange bottle in one hand. "Every 3 hours," She smiled so sweetly, that for a second Veronica wondered if the woman was patronizing her. "Or one of these," The nurse continued, smiled again, her sugary sweet tone causing Veronica to inwardly cringe. "Every 4." She nodded, reaching out to pocket the medicine, when the nurse waved a fat finger in her face. "Uh uh uh, not so fast." Oh lady, you've got to be kidding me. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Veronica swallowed and put on her brightest, cheeriest smile. "Do you want me to sticker the different bottles so that you know which one is which?" Oh no you didn't…this is war.
"No!" She exclaimed as charmingly as she possibly could. "That really won't be necessary. But thank you so much for the offer!" The nurse's smile dipped a little, but grudgingly she handed Veronica the pill bottles.
"Don't forget!" The nurse called as Veronica headed back down the hallway to Logan's room. "Once every 3, or 2 every 4!" The nurse squawked, and Veronica heightened her speed. Rushing into the room, she slammed the door behind her, leaning against the cool plastic.
"Hey there Speedy Gonzales, where's the fire?" Logan sat at the edge of the bed, more health and color in his cheeks than before, his eyes shining. She smirked down at him, a cheeky grin gracing her lips.
"Wouldn't you like to know," She responded, slipping onto his lap, and kissing him soundly. After a few moments they fell back onto the mattress, completely immersed in each other.
"Ahem." Springing apart, Veronica looked up, cringing as she saw her father standing in the doorway.
"Hi, Daddy." She mumbled, blushing furiously and quickly standing, and nervously rubbing her palms over her jeans.
"Veronica." He replied, his tone even. "Logan." He turned to look at the boy, his voice flat, and both teens cringed.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" Veronica asked, smiling tightly. Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, Keith frowned, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"Veronica, will you excuse us for a minute?" He asked, his attention focused solely on Logan.
"No!" Veronica exclaimed, stepping in front of Logan as if she can shield him from her father's advances. "No, I can't. I'm not going to-" Grabbing her arm, firmly, Keith steered her towards the door.
"Veronica," He repeated, using a mirror of the smile she'd bestowed on the nurse earlier. "Out. In the hall. Just for a second." Pushing her out, and closing the door with a dull thud, he turned to face Logan again all traces of his smile gone. "Logan," He started, rubbing his hands together, and Logan had the decency to gulp. "I'm not going to stand here and talk about how unhappy I am that you're dating my daughter. I won't even begin to talk about how…upset I was when you were found only wearing a sheet in my daughter's presence." Keith smiled, patting a hand on Logan's back, and the boy was barely able to suppress a shudder.
"Mr. Mars-" Logan started, but Keith glared down at him, and he closed his mouth quickly.
"Logan," He continued, wrapping his arm around the younger man's shoulders. "Come now. I don't want to hear about how much you think you love each other, or how you promise to never touch her again. In fact, I've spent too much time and energy trying to keep the two of you apart, and frankly, when my daughter gets something into her head, there's nothing that'll get it out, so I'm going to let it run its course." He paused for a moment, watching the younger man's anger boil, and how he kept it in check. "But none of that matters." Logan glanced up at him quickly, but when their eyes met, he looked away. "But that's not the point," Keith stood and walked to the door, whose other side, he knew, Veronica was trying to listen through. "The point is, my daughter cares for you a great deal," Turning away from Logan, he looked down, inspecting his fingernails. "And what you did the other day, whether on purpose or not, saved my daughter's life." When he looked up, tears were misting his eyes, and Logan could do nothing but stare. "Thank you." He took a step forward, staring deeply into Logan's eyes. "Thank you so much." Logan nodded, unsure what to. After a few moments, Keith smiled wanly, and opened the door, bringing a tumbling Veronica into the room.
"I just uh…I tripped." She mumbled, walking to Logan's side, and slipping her fingers around his. "Hi, baby." She murmured, leaning in close, and nipping his lips with hers. "I couldn't hear much through the door…he didn't say anything did he?" She asked, biting her lip. On the surface, she didn't look nervous, but Keith took in her hair, which she was lightly twisting over her index finger, and the sharp indentation her teeth were making on her bottom lip, and just how tightly their hands were intertwined.
"Honey, I'm-I'm…" He gestured awkwardly at the door behind them, and only for an instant, Veronica broke her gaze with Logan.
"Ok, Dad." She murmured smiling up at him, and Keith was filled with such an intense sense of love for her, that he squeezed her shoulder tightly and kissed the top of her head.
"I'll see you at home, sweetheart." He whispered. As he headed down to the car park, he felt as though something was not right, and the second before everything went black, he turned sensing it. As the white-hot pain seared before his eyes, all the answers clicked into place.
A/N: I loved writing this chapter. I'm not quite sure why, but it all came so easily. Haha. I hope you guys enjoyed it. R & R please!