A/N: Hey. Wow, I was so surprised by the feedback to this story. I just wanted to take a moment and say thank you to the people who commented. You seriously made my day! I have to say thanks to wanting chino. I totally did not realize all the errors. I wrote this on word, and everything was fine, but I guess it got messed up when I changed it. And to Dr Taylor, I'm sorry I didn't explain Lianne leaving. This is what happened: Lianne was becoming a drunk, and Keith got in a fight with her. She couldn't take the fact that rumors were starting to spread about her, so she split. Hope that clears things up! Now, if I keep writing thanks as much as I want to, this author's note will be longer than the story, so I'll just stop now.
"Does anyone see Logan Echolls after school?" asked Mr. D. in his monotone voice.
Veronica raised her hand. If she could just talk to Logan for one minute, maybe she could get to the bottom of this. She stood up and walked to the front of the room, taking the papers from her teacher. She walked outside when the final bell rang, and slid into her Lebaron. She drove the familiar streets to his house. It was actually more like a small country.
Must be nice to be rich.
She got out of her car and walked up to the front door. It was open. Something was wrong.
"Logan…"
Veronica searched his room, the pool house, the kitchen, the game room, and he was no where to be found. "Logan?"
----
"Logan." He could hear her voice. She was even in his dreams now.
----
Veronica gasped as she saw him. He was lying on the ground between the sofa and the coffee table. He had a big cut on the left side of his forehead, a bruise on his eye, and a bump – that she later found – on the back of his head. She couldn't tell if he was breathing.
"Logan! Are you okay? Can you hear me? Oh God, please be okay!"
She reached down to check his pulse and she put her ear to his mouth. He was breathing. She quickly checked for broken bones, and when she found none she started to gently shake him.
"Logan, Logan can you hear me? Wake up."
He started to stir.
----
"Logan…"
Her voice woke him. He opened his eyes and there she was, his angel, leaning over him. Worry was etched all over her face. The fact that she cared made him smile. His head was pounding, and he could feel warm blood coming down the side of his face. When he moved to get up, he got dizzy and fell on the couch. Veronica rushed to his side. Her lips were moving but he didn't care what he was saying. Her lips were shiny; she used lip gloss this morning. He could faintly smell the strawberry scent. That's how close she was. They hadn't been this close in a year. He wasn't complaining.
----
"I'm going to get some paper towels for that cut, and ice for your bruises. I'll be right back, okay?"
Veronica searched Logan's eyes for some sort of answer. When he nodded, she reluctantly left his side and made her way to the kitchen. Who could have done this to him? The list of suspects was endless. Logan wasn't exactly Mr. America. She opened the freezer and found a bag of frozen peas. This would do. She made her way back to him. He was sitting up straight, on the far end of the couch. Veronica sat next to him, and held the peas to the bump on the back of his head. She then started to bandage the cut. When she finished, her fingers lingered on his cheek, and the next thing she knew, her lips were pressed against his in a hard, urgent, head-swirling, amazing kiss. Once she realized what she was doing, she pulled back.
"V?" he whispered.
"I have to go…keep the ice on that bruise. I…I'll be back tomorrow…" Veronica ran out the door and into her car. What the hell did she just do? And more importantly, why did she like it?
----
Logan just sat there and stared after her. He could still feel her, melting into his arms, for that one minute of bliss. Her lips tasted like strawberries, just as he had predicted. She smelled like marshmallows. He shouldn't be thinking about her, but in his life, Veronica was the only good thing he had, even if they were only together inside his mind. He held the peas tighter to his head, grabbed something to eat for dinner, and locked himself into his room. Who knew when his father would be home…
A/N: There you go! Hope you liked it! It was a hard scene to write, because there are some fanfics out there that have Veronica as a soft, overdramatic person when she's with Logan. When I first wrote this chapter she wasn't as take charge. The whole chapter was about the kiss, not about the fact that Veronica found Logan. I didn't like that. I hope I did her justice. Comments would make me love you. Toodles!