DICK

Okay. I'm not gonna lie. I don't do complicated. You survive four messy divorces by the time you hit sixteen and you learn be flexible. Being like water was my jam. My two biggest concerns in life? Seduction and snacks. Mostly if the chick I'm hooking up with this week is going to have any decent snacks for after I've seduced. They like to play shy, but in my experience… girls love the D.

Other than perfecting the holy grail of vag one-liners and trying to avoid giving the wrong freshmen the hymen high-five because girls giving up their V-card get clingy like that and frat parties are all pump & dump.

College was going great until a drunken night of seriously omg-fan-yourself H.O.T sex with a sexy brunette that ruined for all other women.

So, of course, she slips out before I woke up.

Ahh... liquor. It would make for one funny ass story except she's my dead brothers high school sweetheart.

Why her when this hunk of a man could have any woman I wanted?

We were both totally trashed but I couldn't stop thinking about it. I'm owed a little fun, aren't I? A reward for being good. For weeks, I'd been walking with my head in a fog. I thought some playful banter and offering to give her some sexual satisfaction would scratch that mutual itch that only a dirty-talking sex god can scratch.

That it would be enough… Sometimes it's easy to get caught up in something that isn't all the truth.

It wasn't anything too complex I wanted all the strings and Cindy MacKenzie had made it clear she's not interested in a relationship despite being a wild woman in the sack, and I've got the scratches to prove it.

She rode me like a rodeo bull.

I can't unglue my eyes from her, all I could think about was her body underneath mine. All the time we spend with each other when naked things happen she still jumps out of bed faster than a villain in a B movie. I tried to grin and bear it. I was willing to be whatever she wanted me to be as long as she kept coming back. In the shower, bent over a table, the back of my car… no dates, no commitments, stolen kisses and my hands on her.

She might be telling me she wasn't interested, but actions speak louder than words… she couldn't get enough.

I'm super rich, and a blond and blue-eyed masterpiece of a man-what woman wouldn't want me?

I'm no expert, but I think we are damn cute together. When she finally agrees with me… Yep. Totally knocked up.

Everything between us became all about that plus sign. I'm accustomed to gold diggers and all sorts of tactics to extort money out of me. I was still hurting from my own wounds… I guess I'm more screwed up than I ever thought because when pressed… I did what my father always did… walked away, and got a team of lawyers ready demanding full custody then tried to pay her off.

Cindy is the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me, my babies resting soundly in her belly… I put it there and I just hope I haven't screwed up too much to beg her forgiveness. I know what I want. A future, a family. With her.

V: We got him.

Veronica was off saving the world, taking down one more bad guy at a time while Wallace stayed with Logan, mostly outside the intensive care ward Dick was being kept, watching a tear-streaked Mac keeping vigil at his bedside.

"Finally some good news," Logan sighed, taking the small sandwich that Wallace offered, times like this made him feel absolutely useless. He'd do anything for his friend, to protect him… but this was out of his hands. Dick was off the operating table, but he wouldn't be out of the woods for a while.

Knock knock knocking on heavens door….

Tim Foyle had been officially apprehended by a colleague of Veronica's contact, he would be detained and returning to Catalina Island into the custody of Neptune acting Sheriff Keith Mars.

Veronica Mars on a case?

Ready, aim, fire.

Piz had arrived earlier, taking Parker back to the Dorms with him on the way whenever the nurses started making noise about overcrowding the hallways. The next few hours were critical to see if there was going to be anymore internal damage or if he was still at risk of infection.

"Is it true he lost a kidney?" Wallace asked quietly.

"Yeah, Dr Holtz said they have to let him stabilize for a bit before doing an x-ray, ultrasound, CT, and MRI to show any damage to the spine, abdominal organs, or blood vessels" Logan swallowed.

"This is literally my worst nightmare, right here," Wallace confided looking at all the wires and tubes.

"Lucky?" he asked the darker man who just nodded.

The late janitor of Neptune High. A war vet, who had gone a little off the rails and came to school to scare the students with an unloaded gun before he was killed by the school security guard. No one liked to be faced with their demons… and Logan was sure that Lucky featured regularly in his companions nightmares.

Coming close to the end like that left its mark and we all bleed the same.

"As if I don't have to worry enough about that when I get pulled over. I don't think I ever prayed to be Luke Cage more than that day.." Wallace quipped.

That was part of the reason why sometimes Logan felt unworthy to be around Veronica, after that fire in Tijuana, he'd gotten the hell out of there, but when faced with a shooter in his high school? Wallace overpowered him and was shot with what turned out to be a blank.

How often did Veronica go against her own morals to stay with him because she loved him?

Yet no matter how morally righteous either of them were. Living their lives was another story… the inequalities between them even if both had come from the same 09er zipcode would still exist because of something as stupid as skin colour.

Inequalities that meant Weevil's death as an ex-con wasn't as widely reported as former Sheriff Lamb's.

Privilege he'd done nothing to earn.

Logan nodded in sympathy. "Wallacelivesmatter," he quipped.

"Dicklivesmatter," Wallace replied.

Mac wondered if he was even aware of her fingers threaded through his.

He certainly didn't look like that oil painting right now… Any moment now she expected him to wake up and grin, say something ridiculous like "Bazinga! I got this.. I'm fine.. I'm amazing!"

"I've never been as scared when they put you on that table and took you away, there's nothing that scares me more than the thought of losing you. So you can't go… you have to wake up soon. You have to get better because that's not a dick move. That would make you a real asshole and I'm not letting you off the hook that easy…." Mac said wiping the tears away from her face. "I'm having your baby… I can't imagine a world with you gone… you can't make me do this alone.."

Hold on brother. Logan ordered silently.