Summary: Set near the end of A Trip to the Dentist. This is how the scene with the ceiling fan should have went down… LoVe style. And then the rest of the season based on that change.

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own the TV Show Veronica Mars or any of the characters, they're the property of Rob Thomas.

Author's Note: Hey everyone! I'm so so grateful for the copious amount of feedback I've been receiving lately. You guys are amazing. I know some of you have requested longer chapters, and I appologize that this isn't one. : ( I've been super busy because a ton of my friends have been having graduation parties and I'm trying to get a job. So I haven't had as much time to write. But I figured this would hold you over for a while. Alright, that was long, here goes...

Keith and Logan had begun to wander aimlessly through the forest, hoping for a sign indicating where they could find Veronica. They both stopped suddenly when they heard the crunching of footsteps falling on leaves behind them. Keith whipped around, holding his gun out at arm's length.

"Who, woh!" Weevil said holding his hands up in surrender, "I'm here to help."

Keith slowly lowered his gun, looking to Logan for reassurance that Weevil was telling the truth.

"Yeah… Despite being the reason my face looks like it got run over by a truck…" he started, glaring in Weevil's direction, "I think he's telling the truth."

Keith nodded, "Remind me to ask you about that when we have more time." He took a deep breath before continuing, "As much as I hate to say it, I think we need to split up. These woods are too big and we have too little time to continue searching for her in a group."

Logan and Weevil both nodded their head in agreement. "So how should we do this?" Logan asked. Just as Keith was about to respond they heard the sound of someone yelling off in the distance.

Keith's head whipped towards Logan, "Did you hear that?"

Logan nodded assertively, "Yeah. It sounded like my dad."

The three of them quickly began to run in the direction of the sound, pushing through the brush and low hanging branches, with no regard to their own pain as they were whipped in the face. They ran until Keith slowed as he came upon a steep hill leading down to a creek. Keith held up his finger telling them to be silent. They all scanned the area before Logan and Weevil were given the signal to follow behind Keith. His gun was drawn once again as he moved his eyes back and forth trying to spot any movement. His upper body jerked to the left and he froze just before reaching the bottom of the hill, his eye having caught a glimpse of someone moving through the trees. Keith broke into a dead run once he realized that the movement was for sure that of Aaron Echolls. Logan and Weevil took off after him.

Keith ran along the creek, his eyes glued to Aaron's fleeting form. Once he got him into sight and within range he took a shot, managing to get Aaron in the upper leg. He went down, and Keith began running again to catch him before he could try and get away again.

Weevil's eyes were also set on Aaron and he followed straight after Keith. Logan was about to do the same when a flash of blonde hair caught his attention. His eyes darted right to find the gruesome sight of Veronica laying face down in the water. "Veronica!" he screamed in terror, racing to her side. He slid to his knees and wrapped his arms around her body, flipping her face up. He laid her down and knelt beside her, taking her face in his hands. "Veronica!" he yelled again. He grabbed her wrist, placing his index finger over the inside of it, feeling for her pulse. Fear enveloped him as his finger felt nothing. Tears began streaming down his face as he tried to remember what one was supposed to do in a situation like this. It was then that he noticed the blood start to stream down the side of her face. "Oh God…" he moaned as he ripped his button down shirt off, balled it up, and pressed it to her head. She wasn't breathing, and the only he knew to do was give her CPR. Logan bent over, held her nose and breathed into her mouth before placing his hands on her chest and pumping to expel the air.

Keith watch Aaron attempt to crawl away as he drew nearer and nearer to him. As Keith was about to tackle him and hold his hands behind his back, Aaron flipped over on his back and sent out a sharp kick to his stomach. Keith flew backwards, the gun flying out of his hand.

"Mr. Mars!" Weevil yelled, sprinting towards the discarded gun as he saw Aaron make a move for it.

Aaron beat Weevil there and was attempting to stand. Weevil ran straight up to him and punched him in the face. Aaron was slightly startled, but refocused enough to punch Weevil back. Weevil barely faltered before grabbing Aaron's wrist with both hands and slammed it against a tree in an attempt to get him to let go of the gun. After the third time it worked, but Weevil's triumph was soon forgotten as Aaron's elbow cocked back and flew into Weevil's nose. He screamed out as he fell to his knees in agony. Aaron laughed as he reached down for the gun. The smile fell from his face when he looked down and saw that it wasn't there.

"Where's my daughter?" Keith asked from a few feet away, having regained possession of his weapon. He had yet to see Veronica.

Aaron laughed again, "Over there." He pointed behind Keith, "And my son is valiantly trying to save her life. He sure knows how to make his dad proud."

Keith wavered slightly before taking a quick glance over his shoulder. He gasped as he caught a glimpse of Veronica laying on the ground with Logan hovering over her. His face whipped back to Aaron, his entire body seething with anger. He reached in his pocket and threw his cell phone to Weevil, "Call the police, tell them where we are and that we need paramedics immediately." Weevil ignored the throbbing of his face as he quickly did as he was told.

"Come on, baby," Logan whispered as he felt for her pulse once again. He frantically returned to giving her CPR when he felt little or no difference. She still wasn't breathing. He breathed into her mouth once more, before moving to push against her chest. "Come on, don't leave me now," he begged.

Alright... more suspense, I know. Sorry, it'll be relieved soon. I promise! Let me know how I'm doing!