Disclaimer: Yay! Veronica Mars, which is not mine and never will be, is coming back! Granted it's not for 20 days, but I've waiting since the season finale so yay! Ok, not really a disclaimer, but yay!

So, I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter, and a hugethanks to anyone who REVIEWED! In addition to saving yourselvs from many Gigly DVDs, you've also made my little heart really happy. And thanks to wildhorses's who beta reads my story, though I have a new one and I don't think she'll have time to do both, so consider this a call for help for a new beta reader? Please? Pretty please?

Anyways, I'll be posting the next couple of chapters pretty much at the same time because they're both short and sort of fillers, I still hope you enjoy them though!

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"Logan!" Trina cried hysterically as she saw him approaching. She pressed her lips together and wrapped her arms around him, crying hysterically.

He rolled his eyes but patted her back nonetheless, "You heard?"

"Only a little on the radio," she said between one wheezing breath and another, "they're not saying much, just that he… and the sheriff won't tell me anything. What happened?"

"I don't know any more than you," he lied. God knows how she'd use any information he gave her.

Trina collapsed into his arms again, "Oh God, did he really kill Lilly Kane?" she asked tearfully, "Why would he do that?"

"She was gonna expose him," Logan answered wearily, "They were having an affair."

Suddenly Trina seemed interested, "What? They were having sex? How come?"

He rolled his eyes; of course those were crocodile tears. She was a master at turning them on and off at the drop of a hat. "I don't know anything else. How is he?"

Trina sighed with annoyance, "He did a whole number on himself. Actually I don't know what the hell happened. He has lots of internal damage but the doctor said he'll be fine in a couple of weeks."

"Is he conscious?"

"Not right now," she answered, "the doctor said he'll wake up in a few hours when the sedatives wear off."

Logan rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me, 12 hours right?"

Trina shook her head, "No, more like 20," she answered with a frown.

Logan nodded and gave her a half smile, "Well, you hang in there then, I'm just gonna…" he motioned towards the elevator.

"Where are you going?" she asked angrily, "aren't you gonna stay and wait for him to wake up?"

He stopped, pretending to be thinking hard, "Um… no. I don't think I will."

After ten minutes, the nurse finally let him into Veronica's room again. He was suddenly feeling very, very weak. But not even his rebelling legs could stop him from seeing her.

He was once again greeted by the sight of Veronica lying peacefully on the hospital bed. If it weren't for the ugly hospital gown, the bruise under her eye, the now stitched cut on her forehead and the IV bag next to her, you wouldn't know something was even wrong. Okay, so with all that around her, you could really tell something was wrong. But it was still nice to pretend everything was just peachy.

He didn't know how much time had passed as he sat with her, pressing her hand to his lips, until Duncan came bursting through the door. A quick glance at the clock over the hospital bed told him it had been 30 minutes. Whew, time flies when you want to DIE.

"So?" Duncan almost whispered, looking exhausted.

"12 hours," Logan answered in the same tone. "So, what happened with your parents?"

Duncan rolled his eyes, "They're staying in jail until some judge posts the bail, which won't happen until tomorrow."

"This is fucked up, man," Logan murmured.

Duncan eyed him closely. "Hey, man, maybe you should go home, get some sleep…"

"What about you?"

"Definitely," Duncan said, smiling slightly, "but I can't go if you're staying. Doesn't seem right."

Logan managed to laugh somehow, "Don't really feel like going home, I bet the press is already waiting there." Not to mention the fact that he would happily burn it to the ground at this point.

"No problem," Duncan said, "you can crash at my place. The house's gonna be empty anyway."

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When Lianne entered the hospital three hours later, she was one step away from a nervous breakdown. She hade woken up barely twenty minutes ago from an alcohol induced nap to find about fifteen messages on the machine from a boy named Wallace. The messages informed her that she should turn on the radio and head for the hospital immediately after that. The radio said that Aaron Echolls had tried to murder her daughter, burn her alive, no less. To top it off, there were also reports that he had also tried to kill Keith while he was at it, or at least hurt him as much as possible.

At the sight of her sleeping daughter, she started to cry, letting out all of her frustrations and worries in choked sobs.

Because she was angry with Keith for letting this happen, she had barely checked in on him. The doctor told her he was alright and that was enough information for her. She went back to the waiting room and saw a black boy sitting there with a coffee. At the sight of her, he got up nervously.

"Miss Mars," he murmured, "hey."

Lianne rubbed her temples and he offered her his untouched coffee, "Are you Wallace?" she asked, "Thank you for calling me."

"Sure," Wallace said and sat back, "did you go to see Keith?" he asked carefully, for some reason.

Lianne vaguely remembered that Veronica told her something about a kid named Wallace being her best friend. She assumed he knew everything about her, even though she knew nothing about him. "No. I just talked to his doctor."

There was an awkward silence between them and then Wallace started easing back into his comfortable doze, which he was planning on staying in for the next 12 hours. Or at least until one of the people who were sure to show up eventually got there.

But Lianne surprised him by asking, "How long have you known Veronica?"

Wallace was a little taken aback by the question, "Um, since September." He was a little hurt that Veronica hadn't told her mother anything about him.

But his hurt dissolved after her next question, "And… how has she been? I mean, how did she get here?"

Wallace took a deep breath, preparing himself for a long tale, a tale in which he didn't know all of the details either. Heh, on the bright side, apparently Veronica didn't tell her mother much of anything about anything, so he had no reason to be offended.

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