Summary: Veronica must decide whether to stand by her husband, the sheriff, or her first love, and brother, Duncan Kane, as history repeats itself. Slightly AU future fic.

Spoilers: Anything in season 1 is fair.

Rating: PG-13/R for incest, mainly in later chapters.

Pairings: Veronica/Duncan, Veronica/Leo

Disclaimer: I don't own VM, and am in no way affiliated with those who do.

Chapter 4- Elly

"Uncle Duncan?" I asked. I had driven over to visit him. The implications of Dad's words were haunting me, and I needed to talk to my uncle, and work to the bottom of it.

"Elly? I'm so glad you're here. I'm trying to put together a memorial video of Lilly. You...you knew her so well. You'd know what she would want to have in it."

I nodded, and leaned over to help him. My answers would just have to wait. Lilly's memory was more important. For half an hour, we worked in silence, sorting through little videotapes, deciding which went in each of the three piles (definitely, maybe, no way) by reading the labels.

"I wonder if she would have turned out like your aunt," Uncle Duncan asked out of the blue.

"What do you mean?" I asked in surprise. He had always talked about how much alike Lilly and her namesake were.

"Boy crazy. Boy crazy to the point where she broke everyone's hearts. So boy crazy, so wild, so fun-loving and carefree that she got herself killed."

I thought about Lilly for a couple minutes. She was the wildest, most fun-loving, most carefree person I've ever met, and I could easily see her breaking hearts left and right as soon as she noticed boys. She would be the ultimate fantasy for all the males at Neptune High School, including the teachers. She would probably get herself in more trouble than I could imagine.

"Yes," I finally answered. "I can see her being like that."

"So can I. I just don't know if I'm forcing my memory of her aunt on her. You and your father are the only two people who can know you're not doing that."

"Was Mom close to Aunt Lilly?"

"Very."

"Closer than she was to you?"

"Let's watch this one," my uncle said, holding up a tape, "I think we might have to use it."

"Elinor Lillian D'Amato!" Dad barked as I slipped in the front door. It was past midnight.

"Sorry, Dad. I should have called."

"Damn straight, you should have! Your cousin was murdered just days ago! It's not safe. Your mother and I were out of our minds with worry. She's with Keith now, looking for any leads while the trail might still be hot. I was out with a couple deputies looking for you. In fact, they're still out looking for you. I just came back to see if you had come home, and leave you a note in case you came out while we were looking for you!"

"Sorry, Dad."

"Where were you, anyways?"

"Uncle Duncan and I were making a memorial video for Lilly. We lost track of time, watching her. I would have called you, or come home, if I'd known how late it was."

Dad nodded briskly, then strode to the phone, and started making calls. Calling off my search party. Saying he was out looking for me with a couple deputies was a huge understatement. I lost count after the eighth call he made, not counting the call he made to Mom and Keith.

Once he finally finished, he came over to the table, and sat down across from me, his head in his hands.

"Why didn't you try calling my cell?" I ventured. He stood up, strode over to the counter, and picked up a small silver phone from under the microwave. He brought it back, and slid it across the table to me.

"Oh," I said quietly, inspecting the phone. I slipped it in my pocket. "So, I take it you don't have any leads on the Lilly Kane case," I tried to change the subject. Maybe he would tell me what was going on with Uncle Duncan.

"Not one." No such luck. What had he said? Type 4 epilepsy?

"I'm going to bed. Tell Mom I was really tired when she gets back," I said, moving to my room as quickly as I felt like I could get away with.

I heard Mom come in as I silently researched Type 4 epilepsy. I heard Dad reassure her, promise her that it would all be alright, that I was fine. Even through the door, I could practically feel their exhaustion, relief, and remaining fear.

The doorknob turned. They stepped inside, and looked at me, exasperated.

"Mom. Dad. Hey," I tried nervously. They glared at me, and strode over to me.

"She googled Type 4 epilepsy," Mom said, sounding more tired than I'd ever heard her in my life.

"Did he tell you?" she asked me. I knew they would be able to sense a lie. I shook my head.

"Did you hear us talking?" she persevered. I nodded slowly.

They looked at each other, and guided me towards the bed. Mom sat on my right, and Dad on my left. I started to cry.