She hopelessly drags herself up. It's three in the morning and Veronica Mars cannot sleep. She doesn't bother to change out of My Little Pony tank top and boxers. Deciding she doesn't want to wake up her dad for some "strange" reason, she slips on her flip flops and creeps her way to her humble Le Baron, revs up the engine and she's on her way. To the Neptune Grand. To Logan. To whatever.

She ignores the looks she gets from the receptionist at the desk - what's his name? Jacques? Alfonse? Insert-faux-Frenchie-of-the-week? She'd probably like to think that they've probably gotten used to her by now. She stands in front of one elevator and she realises after three minutes of waiting, the elevator is going up. She makes her way to the next one and presses the up button robotically and closes her eyes briefly before opening them again to the sound of the cliché ding.

She's greeted by just the person she wanted to see.

"Logan." She offers and ends there.

He doesn't offer a witty comeback, he knows why she's there. "Where to Mars?"

"Beach." she replies in a hopeful monotone. Logan's not sure how she does it.

She doesn't drag him, she doesn't need to - her visits are regular now. She could go mourn Lilly's third year of being-too-awesome-she-died-for-it - but he never knew Lilly, he never hurt like she and Logan did. She wouldn't talk to Logan without a reason backing it up. No, not ever, not anymore.

He doesn't even argue when Veronica walks straight past the obnoxiousness that is the Xterra, all while he was jingling with his keys. He doesn't argue when Veronica is playing the most overplayed song in the history of ever - Forever-freaking-Young. He doesn't argue when she starts chokes detatched sobs into his chest. It's because he knows why.

They sit down. He grabs the box he's been playing with since he's gotten to the beach and takes it out. He smiles, slightly. He puts one of the candy's in his mouth and tries not to burst out laughing (crying) when he does.

She notices. "Logan, candy cigarettes, really?" She swallows in between as she remembers. "Give me one."

"They were Lilly's favourite," he breathes in hard, but she swears he's almost smirking. "said that when she becomes my trophy wife she'll sit around in her barely-there-bikini and smoke her oh-so-sophisticated cigarette."

"Our Lilly always got ahead of herself." she says flatly.

He gets up, dusting off the sand from his shorts and starts walking, running, sprinting towards the water. He stays there for a good minute or five, staring out into the pitch blue sky, the full moon, the shining bright stars. Veronica then decides to follow suit and makes her way towards the edge of the beach, she stops before she hits the water.

"Swear, the water's warm." Logan muses, arms wide open gesturing for her to come in.

"Logan, I'm fucking freezing." She says, hands outlining her attire.

That's when Logan Echolls pulls Veronica Mars into the water. And she's actually smiling. She's smiling and she beams. Logan notices.

"I always knew you two would end up together." A pause. "Wow, I really am too fabulous for words." Lilly's ghost smiles and sighs a satisfied sigh.