Season 1 Episode 9: Fight or Flight

Episode Guide: A poker game leads to a crime that will have everyone's emotions on edge and a holiday tradition may spark something big.

A/N: Not mine but I asked Santa for Logan last Christmas

A/N2: I took the liberty of skipping over episode 9 the lack of LoVe was killing me

Veronica POV

Without an acknowledgement Duncan pushes past me pushing a Weevil up against the lockers. Considering this is non-violent, semi-passive, diplomatic Duncan, may interest is officially piqued.

"I want my laptop back." The gang of PCHers beside Weevil pull Duncan off and pin him against the opposing lockers. The boy really needs to learn some street smarts.

"How does it feel to want?" Weevil says with the sort of malice he usually directs at Logan.

"I didn't take your money." This is getting interesting.

"Someone did" was Weevil's only reply as he motions to his boys to let him go. Duncan leans his head against the locker, caught between frustrated and pissed off.

"Someone took your laptop?" I try to express sympathy but it ends up as curious. He describes in angry, halting sentences the criminal poker game at Logan's house. After Weevil won the 5000 pot and found the money gone he committed to collecting a grand from each of the richies.

"If you want I can figure out who stole the money" This doesn't do much to stop Duncan's rage but he agrees. "Plus I have an in with Weevil I may be able to convince him to relinquish your laptop." The grateful smile and a mention of how I was a feature in the journal kept on the computer and it isn't long before I have my newest case and more one-on-one time with Logan Echolls. The things I do for my almost brother/ex-boyfriend.

It's not too hard to find Weevil playing craps with a few of his PCH buddies. None of them but Thumper seem perturbed by my presence so I just bring up the money then.

"What can I do for you Veronica?" Weevil asks after throwing the dice.

"You can not get caught stealing 09ers stuff and give Duncan his laptop back." Weevil scoffs disbelievingly and shakes his head. "Look we both know it wasn't Duncan. Give it back and I'll handle this poker thing." This is me attempting to hide the fact that I am scared shitless a diary with the details of mine and Duncan's tumultuous relationship is going to be distributed to all of Neptune.

"In what alternate universe does it look like I need your help?" I know better than to try to deal with Weevil when he is in independent gang leader mode so I throw my hands up in a whatever gesture and turn to leave the room.

"On the other hand if I get my 5 grand your boys may get their stuff back." This stops my retreat and a moment of understanding passes between us.

"Why were you even there?" Probably the most important question of the day. As I expected Weevil went for the money, convinced he could beat the boys who have maids fold their underwear. Convincing Logan to let Weevil come didn't take as much work as it should have and I like to think that is a reflection on their semi-truce but knowing Logan, he wouldn't hold a truce with a guy who slept with Lilly.

"So I talked to Weevil." I say sitting on the bench between Wallace and Duncan.

"So is this like a case?" Uh yeah like the case of the guy who is too lazy to write his stupid journal. In the spirit of playing nice I just stick my tongue out at him and ask for details. I can barley believe my ears when Duncan drops the accusation he's been playing at the whole time.

"The money didn't leave the room so Logan would…" He trails off and I wonder if he is more pissed thinking that his best friend stole his money or embarrassed that he's suggesting it.

"You think Logan stole the money?" Duncan and Logan have been friends since kindergarten. Duncan's diplomacy and stability has always kept a passionate and erratic Logan from crossing the line. For his part Logan was fiercely loyal to Duncan and stood by him with unconditional friendship. For this reason alone I have basically excluded the idea that either one of them would steal from one each other. When Duncan grabs a piece of pizza and looks away instead of answering my question I realize that the seemingly untouchable friendship between the two boys may be more fragile than it appears.

Ironically, Dad is working on a case for Lynn Echolls. Logan's beautiful and kind mother. Lilly and I used to joke that Logan must take after his father because there is not an ounce of Lynn's tenderness or naivity in Logan. Thinking back on it I realize how much those comments must have stung. Apparently Aaron has a stalker who appears to be more dangerous than most. Personally I wonder what the problem is.

"Honey I have some papers for Lynn to sign would you mind dropping by the Echolls estate for me?" Things with Logan have been strained since the disastrous meeting with Koontz but I can't miss an opportunity to view the crime scene.

I punch the code into the gate and try not to think about the last time I saw Logan in his house beaten and trying to deflect hard questions with callous insults. I walk to the poolhouse half-expecting to find Logan strewn out playing video games exactly like how he was.

Logan's POV

"I love the smell of testosterone in the morning." I look at the little blonde figure in my doorway smiling with the slightest bit of apprehension. Koontz reminded me of all the reasons I hated Veronica and sometimes when I close my eyes I still hear him. Why was the princess alone in her castle?

"This is why I suggested attack dogs but no, my mother wanted an alpaca." My comment holds little malice and does nothing but cause her to look around the room a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

"Tell me about the game." She says clearing a bunch of board games on my couch and sitting down beside me. Great now I'm back to being enemy #1.

"I know this may come as a huge shock to you but I don't need to steal 5 grad." I say smirking like the asshole I know she wants me to be.

"Well considering a grand of it was your best friend's I'm hoping not." She is actually suggesting I'd steal from Duncan Kane. So much for we used to be friends this girl doesn't know me at all. "So tell me something about that night?" Her eyes lack the accusatory stare she usually has when she directs these comments to me but there is an unnerving air of perceptiveness that she carries around and it's beginning to get unsettling. "And, for the record, I'm not accusing you of anything." Her face softens into the undeniably beautiful cross between trust and strength and again she's the girl who keeps secrets and pulls punches.

"You may want to talk to Conner." Something flickers on her face and I'd like to think it's distaste but her little giggle proves me wrong.

"Larkin? Like Conner Larkin?" From all her gushing you would think she was a 12 yr old fangirl. God I hate that guy. I make the call to get her on set as she casually walks around the room.

"Logan what happened to the egg?" I whip around in confusion as she points to an empty holder. A holder that used to have my mother's 12,000 fabrage egg.

Veronica's POV

"Logan?" If Logan turning the room upside down wasn't enough proof he didn't steal the money the look of sheer horror on his face when I pointed out the missing egg was confirmation.

"You need to crack the case preferably before I'm murdered." It would be funny if it weren't disturbingly close to the real happenings here.

Connor Larkin turns out to be a dead end and he is too busy trying to express a social conscience than actually tell me anything useful. His Suntea dispels Logan's drug addict theory and explains the bathroom breaks so that leaves Sean and Weevil. A quick visit to Sean's and a discussion with Weevil cracks the case.

Duncan and Logan are sitting across from each other wearing matching petulant expressions and not too subtly scowling at each other. Sean walks over to us when he sees me approach and I drag Weevil behind me.

"So good news, bad news." This snaps Duncan and Logan out of their who-hates-who-more contest and they both look up expectantly. "Good news: I know who stole the money. Bad news: I know who stole 

the money." Logan starts to laugh despite Duncan's fierce glare and I can't help but smile slightly. "So in the holiday spirit Logan will host another game."

"Will I?" He is trying to sound skeptical but his crooked smile give away the fact that is intrigued.

"I'm thinking tonight. It's Logan's mom's Christmas party tonight so no BYOB." I chime in before Logan can object. Lynn's famous Christmas parties were a fixed part of all of our holiday season for as long as Logan and I have been friends. Lily, Duncan, Logan and I spent the night running around the beautifully dressed guests stuffing our faces with crème puffs and smoked salmon before Lynn forced us to the pool house so the guests could have adult time. Initially it meant Duncan, Lily and I going home leaving Logan alone to bother Trina. In the later years this meant present exchanging, drinking and co-ed sleepovers while mocking the over-dressed guests. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss Lynn's Christmas parties or that forcing myself on their poker game wasn't a well-veiled poor excuse to grasp at the tradition.

As I expected Logan agrees and from his slightly upturned lips I don't think he thinks it's the worst idea I've had.

Logan's POV

I almost invited Veronica to the Christmas party. It was on the tip of my tongue before I walked into the prison and died when Abel Koontz reminded me of not being able to protect Lily. To her credit she didn't accuse me of stealing the money and I swear I heard her giving Duncan an innocent-until-proven-guilty at her locker this morning. Needless to say I find the development more entertaining than anything else. She shows up with Duncan and they look like the perfect Christmas couple. Her short blond hair is pulled in to a delicate half- ponytail and her cranberry red cocktail dress sets of her skin perfectly. Duncan is, of course, the picture of the perfect gentleman in his fitted suit with his small, but sure smiles he sends her way. A wave of nausea rolls over me as she giggles at something he says before setting her bag down. I give them a week.

"Ho, Ho, Hoe." I said smirking at the too beautiful, blonde girl before me. She rolls her eyes and throws a peanut at me before walking over to Weevil.

"Can I get you a sody pop or something." She smiles a little and I wonder how every guy seems to endear themselves to Veronica except for me.

"No thanks I prefer something with a little more kick." She grabs the JD from Duncan and starts chugging it. The rest of the guys let out impressed wolf whistles but all I can think of is a drunk Duncan and Veronica under the mistletoe and it's all I can do to not grab the bottle.

"Iced Tea." She says sweetly to Duncan who just sighs resigned. "Duncan can't remember the alphabet when he's drunk let alone calculate 15 of a pizza bill." There she goes again with remembering the little insignificant details. I throw Duncan a skeptical look. Was it him stealing the money while he was accusing my all along? Of all people in my world I rely on Duncan to make good decisions. It's unfair and it's stupid but while everyone else disappointed me Duncan proved that there are genuinely people in the world.

"No he didn't play drunk to steal your money. He played drunk to win your money. To no avail it seems." Relief washes over me as Veronica moves on to Connor. "And Connor is not a drug dealer. I know the constant bathroom breaks. He was going because of the SunTea." I, along with the rest of the table, raise an eyebrow in confusion. "It's the diuretic wrestlers down before a match or what actors use before they are half-naked on the cover of Vanity Fair." Connor blushes a bit but doesn't seem too perturbed. "And now bachelor number 3." She takes a moment to fondly ruffle my hair like she used to do and rests her hands on my shoulders. "Looks like an evildoer, smells like an evil doer but surprising not so much." At least I think that's what she said but really I am focused on the warmth radiating from her small hands through my shirt. "Weevil cleared him." She goes on to explain the ramsacked room and it finally clicks that she knew from the moment she entered the pool house.

"So you want to hear how Sean did it?" The accusation pulls me out of trying to figure out the ways of Veronica Mars. In a wonderful moment of naivety I defend Sean wondering exactly why the richest guy in school would need to steal. Veronica, of course, answers this and as it turns out Sean was the butler's son. Weevil escorts him off the premises and when he returns the poker game returns.

"Mind if I deal first?" Shockingly Veronica plays poker better than, well all of us. It shouldn't be surprising. Her B.S. detector is so finely tuned that she can call anyone's bluff with alarming ease while coolly holding her own poker face. This is how it goes for the next 45 minutes as she accumulates our chips smugly.

"I say we take a break let the cosmos realign because obviously something is up." I say after Veronica easily wins another hand. We head downstairs Duncan and Veronica speaking quietly as we enter main house.

Veronica's POV

"I'm going to talk to your Dad about the pictures. We need to know exactly why they were sent." I whisper to Duncan and we pass Lynn's huge silver Christmas tree.

"Veronica think about it he's not going to tell you." Sometimes the boy is so dense.

"We'll be able to tell by his reaction if he ordered them or if your mother did. You bugged both of them right?" Duncan nods obviously feeling a little guilty about bugging his parents. That the exact amount of compassion that will make him an excellent politician and a crappy detective.

The confrontation with Jake ends with me being sure of one thing. There is no way Jake Kane ordered those pictures. We scream at each other briefly in the study before storming off. Jake grabs Celeste roughly and ushers her out of the party. Duncan gives me a look then follows promising to let me know the outcome of the bug.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice a small crowd gathering around Aaron, Lynn and a waitress. The waitress is going on about an affair and suddenly Lynn screams and Aaron falls backwards clutching his side. An ice pick drops to the floor.

"Call 911." Lynn yells. Holy shit. For the briefest moment I think that karma is doing a wonderful job of dealing with Aaron after the whole Logan situation. Logan. I look around urgently to find him staring pale faced at his bleeding father while stuttering out instructions to 911 on his cell phone. Duncan left otherwise he'd be over their instantly doing some sort of manly back clap in form of support. I guess that leaves me again. This is going to be a fun night.

"Logan?" I grab his forearms urgently trying to get his attention but he doesn't respond. He's too transfixed by his sobbing mother and bleeding father. "Logan look at me." I spin him forcefully so he is no longer staring at the scene with horror. The paramedics are filing in and I force myself to look away and focus on Logan. "The paramedics are here. He's going to be fine." Ok so I don't know that but what else am I supposed to say. I nods slowly and I can see his face hardening.

"Great." He mumbles chuckling slightly as he turns around to view the pool of blood and them carrying his father away. Lynn didn't even look around for her son before jumping into the ambulance. To be fair she was kind of occupied. The guests are beginning to disperse and I swear I heard one on the phone to the tabloids. Great.

"I'll drive you to the hospital." He's about to protest and I quickly stop him. "A. you're in no state to drive and B. the paparazzi knows your car. " He nods in agreement and allows me to hurriedly push past the remaining guests who are soaking up the drama. Realizing that I don't know what hospital we're heading to I speed up to catch the ambulance causing Logan to smirk a little impressed.

"Poker, Indy racing. What's next Veronica Mars?" Logan quips and I'm glad a part of him has returned.

"I'm thinking lawn bowling. Dad says I need to tone down my extra-curriculars." I take a sharp right-turn a little too fast trying to keep the ambulance lights in my sight. A few miles later we pull up in front of the Neptune Memorial ER. Logan visibly hesitates and I don't blame him. This is the same hospital that would have traded Aaron's signature for their silence about his abuse and right now they're trying to save his abusive, asshole father whom he loves because he is his dad after-all. He must be a tad conflicted.

"You wanna come in? Should be a great show." The forced smile he has when he asks is a dead giveaway he really doesn't want to do this alone. I don't respond but I swing over to the visitor parking and I swear I hear him expel a grateful sigh. I quickly phone my Dad who is a little confused about why I am holding vigil at Aaron's bedside with the person I claimed to be Satan's heir but he doesn't press for details. A kind nurse sneaks us through the worker's entrance and we carefully walk by the paparazzi to the waiting room. Lynn rushes over and hugs her son and the flashing camera's almost blind me and the few creeps that got past security are now forcefully escorted out. Logan just snarls at them before sitting down even grumpier than before.

A doctor comes out to tell them about some complications and the troubled expression on Logan's face is proof that kids love their Dads even if they are abusive jackasses. The complications aren't serious but will involve an intensive 3 or 4 hour surgery. The moment the doctor says complications Lynn grabs my hand in a vice grip and has yet to let go. Logan seems slightly amused by this development and raises an eyebrow to which I reply with a small shrug. Whatever keeps your chin up right? The hours tick by and eventually Lynn releases my hand in favor of talking to a nurse about an update and Logan's increasingly anxious pacing would be a lot more endearing if it wasn't so annoying. Logan is not patient, or calm, or anything else required to make him suited for long waits in the ER. Multiply that by the fact that it is his father being operated on and that he hates hospitals and he is basically a bundle of anxious nerves.

"Let's go for a walk." I'm surprised to find that I've grabbed his hand. Even more surprised that he doesn't pull away or snark but returns the gesture with a hand squeeze. We leave the way we came again fooling the paparazzi who are mostly satisfied with pictures of grieving Lynn anyways. The further we get from the ER the more Logan begins to relax.

"I think that topped all my mother's Christmas surprises." Logan says with a humorless laugh as we start down a path lit by the warm glow of Christmas lights.

"I don't know, her bringing the reindeer to ride that one year was pretty cool." We both smile at the memory and I take the moment to look at his face. The pale lights cast an almost eerie glow on his face magnifying his tired eyes and tight mouth. His hand occasionally brushes through his hair a testament to his nerves. "I know this is a painfully lame and redundant question but are you ok?" Logan chuckles dryly and I can't help but notice his grip on my hand tenses slightly.

"I don't know. I guess my mother knows about all my father's side projects now." He shakes his head slightly and we sit down on a nearby bench.

"Do you think she'll leave him?" Logan looks at me disbelievingly.

"You're kidding right? The only way she'd leave my Dad is if someone gave her a lobotomy." He gives another dry chuckle than looks down resting his head on his hands. As someone who has borne witness to Logan angry, sad and worried, I know first-hand that there is nobody who experiences – or at least expresses – emotions with the kind of ferocity he does. When he does decide to open up it is dangerously powerful and heartfelt, a by-product of both holding back too many times and relief. He never fully lets the walls down though and his defensiveness sends mixed signals to anyone who dares say the wrong thing. Dealing with an emotional Logan is like disengaging a bomb. Fairly straight-forward to those who know what to do but caution is paramount because one wrong move will result in an explosion. I place a heavy hand on his hunched back as he slowly absorbs all the night's events. "Do you honestly think he is going to be ok?" For all his asshole moves Logan is really not as acerbic and hard as he wish he was.

"Well from what I've seen on Grey's Anatomy they can do some pretty intense stuff these days. I think he'll be fine Logan, really." He nods and sits back up looking at me closely for a moment. "What?"

"Grey's Anatomy? Seriously Mars I thought you were all badass now. I was imagining monster truck shows and Law and Order re-runs."

"Well I guess I can't quite kick the soft side."



Logan's POV

I can't help but return her shy smile as I realize the incredible honestly in that statement. We sit in silence for a few moments as I think on the past year and all the time she pulled her punches. The way managed to inject the slightest bit of kindness in even her meanest gestures, her now easy friendship with Duncan the small, satisfied smile she had when she saw the pool house and realized I was innocent, Veronica Mars never became the callous, uncaring bitch I was so sure she was. Sure she is harder, stronger and feistier but defiantly not cruel or merciless. Logan Echolls was wrong.

"I'm sorry." The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them and she's looking at me with an amused half-smile.

"Friggin took you long enough Logan." Then it hits me. That is what the dark, undercurrent was in our 'friendship' we had over the past weeks. It wasn't Lily's death it wasn't even my abuse, she was waiting for me to not be an asshole for 20 minutes and apologize. Duncan would have immediately. He hates conflict more than he hates being wrong and the thought of being so abrasive to a girl who had loved him so tenderly would have killed him.

"Yeah I was thinking of waiting for the Hallmark card. They don't have one yet that says 'Sorry I bashed in your headlights, insulted your mother and painted slut on your locker.'" This is one of the few times in my life I have actually been nervous about a reaction to one of my statements. I look at her nervously and I can practically hear her fighting with herself over what to do.

"I've missed you." She says quietly the ghost of a smile on her face. Before I can reply she's all but jumped in to my arms. It's as if at that moment everything I have spent so long trying to forget about Veronica has come back full-force. That smile she used to have just for me. It sounds cheesy but she had a smile for all of us that she only whipped out on special occasions and at that moment I remember the way her eyes would soften and her right side of her mouth would quirk up before breaking into a full-fledged grin. I remember her soft vanilla scent and the way she giggles at the sad parts in movies and I wonder who the hell I've been trying to kid for a whole year.

"You have no idea." I mumble feeling the relief wash over me as stroke her back through her velvet dress. The thing I missed about Veronica is that you never had to hide. A little because it was pointless and she'd see through the façade anyways but mostly because there was an element of indisputable empathy she always carried with her. Even though everyone else was afraid to Veronica would always seek me out after Lily stomped all over me. She didn't always say the perfect thing or even agree with what I said but she was always there, even after Yolanda.

flashback

1,500 people went to Neptune High. I'd say 1,000 of them saw my year long relationship with Lily implode on the quad. So that's how I end up here in the goddamn nurses office trying to wrap my own bloody knuckles and hold back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Logan" A yes my favorite rat. Her voices sound more careful and tentative and I guess that's because she just caused my public humiliation.

"I have some lemon juice in my locker if you want to rub it in the wounds." I say not looking up. I try again to wrap the bandage around the pad of gauze on my knuckles. Again it falls. Where was the stupid nurse. Frustrated I throw the bandage across the room. I close my eyes tightly willing Veronica to leave and the rest of the world to fade away.

Her hands are on mine and before I can shake her off she is carefully wrapping up my hand. Unfortunately for her this little show of tenderness doesn't make her any less of an evil bitch.

"I'm not here to apologize." She says softly but firmly. "I would have done the same thing for you. I understand you're upset with me but I-I just wanted to see how you were. Lily shouldn't have handled it like that. She was wrong." She fastens the bandage with a clip and meets my eyes with uncharacteristic conviction. They're misting slightly none the less.

"How did you think she was going to handle it Veronica?" I sputter angrily jumping off the table "A Dear John letter. This is Lily we're talking about here. Christ I thought you guys were all Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants."I go to storm out of the room when I hear her voice ring out again.

"So are you telling me if you saw me kiss another guy you wouldn't tell Duncan?" I pause at that. Of course I would tell Duncan.

end flashback

I called her that night and we were friends the next day. When Lily still refused to take me back and screamed at Veronica for befriending me again she simply reminded Lily that I was her friend too and she refused to cut me out of her life because of a kiss. This was one battle Lily didn't push and I wonder if she knew even then how deep Veronica's convictions ran. Lily died a week later and all the blame I had previously let go of came flying back to me when I realized I was going to pick her up from the car wash for dinner and a movie before Yolanda and the break-up. If Veronica hadn't told she would have been with me eating pasta and mocking actors. Thinking back it was a little ridiculous. Lily was getting bored enough that she probably would have dumped me after the party anyways. Veronica didn't know what was going to happen anymore than I did. She was trying to be a good friend, something that was very Veronica.

"I can't believe we are sitting on a bench, reaffirming our friendship while you're mother hosts a press conference about your father's stabbing" Veronica says with a little laugh. "Maybe we should get back." I want to stay on that bench forever and soak in the quiet peacefulness. I know she's right.

"That was the calm now it's the storm" I way with a smile and then she does it. A little lip quirk before breaking into a bigger smile her eyes shining with the kind of compassion I haven't seen in ages. This is how it's supposed to be. We walk back towards the hospital avoiding the paparazzi at the main entrance. Suddenly I love the paparazzi.

Veronica's POV

All the sudden Logan's face breaks out into a devilish smile and he gently tugs me towards him. Smirking he points to the bundle of mistletoe above our heads. His gaze suddenly turns from playful to deathly serious and I feel my mouth start to go dry. Lily once said that Logan's gaze was so intense that she could never look at him right after they kissed for fear of combusting. Personally, I can't look away. His hand comes up and brushes my cheek softly and I can't help but note that for someone for caustic he is unbelievably gentle. Because of fate and karma and everything else the moment he half-leans in is the moment my cell phone rings. It's like we're suddenly back to reality and he drops my hands like they've burned him.

"Hey Duncan" The irony is not lost on me.

"Hey Veronica I called your house I was going to pick you up so we could go see Logan. Your dad said you are already there is he ok? Why didn't you call? How's Lynn? His Dad? How have you two not managed to kill each other?"

"Duncan stop. Logan's right here annoy him with your questions." I pass the phone to Duncan and we both desperately try to ignore the feeling we get when our hands brush.

"Hey" Logan smiles at me sheepishly. "Fine. ..She's fine too…No Duncan I don't know the woman's name…Yes I'm sure she's lovely…Dude my dad gets stabbed my first thought isn't guy time with Duncan sorry…You don't have to come down…Tell Celeste thank you and I'll tell my mother…Duncan you bring casserole when someone dies not when their stabbed and the fact your mom can't cook anyways kind of kills the gesture…We-uh-we made up…No she didn't tazor me jesus Duncan…Ok..bye..and uh thanks you know for calling." He hangs up the phone with a pensive look then gives me a forced smile. "We should get to the ER." Wordlessly I nod thinking about what just happened. I almost kissed Logan Echolls, Neptune's resistant asshole, Lily's boyfriend, the guy who bashed my headlights in with a tire iron. It must have been the mistletoe or excitement of re-affirming a friendship that caused that momentary blip in judgment. Logan looks pale and exhausted beside me and I can't help but think that almost kissing him the night his father was stabbed is probably not a good idea. It was misunderstanding, Logan and I are friends nothing more. Who are you trying to kid Mars?

The surgery was a success and Logan and Lynn share a look of something I can't quite name but is quite possibly resignation.

"Can't keep a good man down." Logan says with a wry smile nodding at his mother who seems to desperately want to roll her eyes. "Let's go visit Daddy Dearest shall we." This has all the makings of a bad, bad idea.

"I'll wait out here." Veronica Mars' fight or flight has kicked him. Logan looks as though he wants to say something or drag me in and if I wasn't so confused I'd probably let him. Instead I nod encouragingly and sit down.

It takes exactly 4 minutes and 46 seconds for me to hear Logan's voice raise through the roof, 4 minutes and 55 seconds for me to threaten the nurse with bodily harm if she breathes a word about the multiple affairs or the incident with Jennifer Garner he is yelling so loudly about, and 5 minutes and 35 seconds for him to storm out the door in a red haze. It's like Lily is cheating on him all over again. Since there are no lockers for him to punch he has settled on a vending machine and is still going at it when I turn the corner.

"I don't think you understand Logan you have to put the money in before you get a drink." A mix of it being 3am and the fact that he just took out a lot of pent up anger causes him to give me a look that is half-way between apologetic and amused. Playing the oblivious card I slip two dollars in to the machine and pass him the water that comes out. He's still regaining his breath when he accepts the water gratefully and takes a huge chug.

"So I guess you heard huh?"

"Jennifer Garner? Really? I mean as much as I don't like your Dad I'm a little impressed." He chuckles grateful I'm not making him launch into a huge discussion about feelings. "Are you ok?" He feigns nonchalance beautifully giving an affirmative head nod and a smile. I don't push it, between the almost kiss and the new friendship we're learning the new boundaries. "Ok well I should head home my Dad is…" I am abruptly stopped by a pair of lips crashing down on me. I freeze momentarily but only because of surprise. He is more sure than Duncan but not quite as intense as Troy and really the other boys I've kissed are falling quickly out of my mind because all I can focus on is the fact that nothing ever felt so right and wrong at the same time. Wrong. This is so wrong. I pull away quickly and our noses are nearly touching but instead of seeing his satisfied smirk I see a scar on his upper lip. A scar caused by Lily who decided she wanted Logan to teach her how to surf. She fell of the board causing it to fly up and cut Logan straight through the lip. She waited with Logan and the hospital appropriately apologetic but later told me she thought it was kind of hot because she marked him permanently and now Logan would always be hers.

"I've gotta go."

REVEW please it is my crack!!

ps...random question does anyone no of a L/V fic where Veronica walks in on a post-coital Lilly and Aaron right after Logan does and Lilly lives but Logan knows (obviously)?? i can't seem to find it anywhere its driving me mental