Disclaimer: I am in no way affiliated with the genius of Rob Thomas or Veronica Mars. The genius here is all my own. Haha.
There is blood on his hands, but he's not quite sure how it got there. He doesn't even know where he is, and the world is spinning.
"Hey, Donut." Lilly. Her voice is soft, barely a whisper in the wind, but he spins frantically until he finds her. His eyes are riveted at the sight of her, cold on lifeless on the cement patio, her legs spread eagle, a large red gash leaking blood on the right side of her head, her eyes open and lifeless. She sits up. "You finally got some balls, didn't you?" She asks laughing, the sound sending shivers down his spine. Tilting her head slightly to the side gestures towards his hand, he looks down too, shocked to find himself holding the offending murder weapon. A cherry red ashtray, heavy and cumbersome, droplets of her blood spilling off it. Suddenly her fingers are snapping in front of his face, and startled he looks back down at her, lifting his shoulders in question. "I'm just sorry it had to be at my expense."
Duncan wakes up screaming. In the 6th months since Lilly's death, it's all he's done. Can do. That dream is the closest he's come to remembering anything about that day. October 3rd, 2004. It gives him chills just to think about it, but he can't himself.
"Did you do it, Duncan?" He asks himself aloud, standing and stretching, rubbing his hands over his face, and wiping the tears away from his eyes. No. He couldn't have.
"I beg to differ, Donut, and I am the one with the gash in my head." He stumbles backwards, landing on the bed, and scrambling to press himself against the wall, to get away from her, from his demons. She shrugs her petite shoulders, her deep blue eyes looking into his. "And what a way to go." She snorts as she walks around the room, her fingers lightly splaying over his things. "Dying over Veronica Mars. I never thought that would happen." She smiles then, wistfully, and his heart breaks. I couldn't have killed Lilly. Could I have? "Take care of her for me," She murmurs, her voice getting softer as she begins to fade around the edges. "Make sure Logan doesn't hurt her too badly, Okay?" Logan. The name is enough to catapult him out of his reverie. He gets up quickly, rushing to his desk, dying to see the smudges of Lilly's fingerprints in the dust, but they're not there. She is really gone.
A/N: I know, what a twist, right? And honestly, I didn't want to kill Lilly. This whole story was a way for me to write about Lilly being alive. And if you're reading this, you must really be fond of this story, because I haven't updated in a while. Anyway, I've started more fics since this, but I'm one of those people that just have this all encompassing need to finish what I've started, and I desperately wanted to finish this. So, with that in mind, please don't hate me for pulling this plot twist. I know it's cheap, but I think I'm doing it Okay. Right? So this puts me on the road of almost almost almost being done. And I mean, in my defense, I don't think Lilly would have ever been Okay with Logan and Veronica together, if she were alive. Even though she had her own affairs or what not. And I guess what I'm trying to prove is that in any world that L and V are together, Lilly can't be alive. I know, that's sort of Slaughterhouse 5-esque of me, but that's Okay. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this!